His Other Half

Eighty-Six

Omniscient

"Where is the Queen?" One woman asked. "And the Kings. They hold that historical hearing and they just disappear?" A man griped loudly. "Queen Ahsha said she'd be back to give us further information, but I'm beginning to think the Ahmad family got rid of her." "She was enacting too much change. She actually gave a damn about the people and not just the royals." A woman screeched. "It's been over a month where is she?"

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"Fuck." Ahsha cried out. Malik slapped her ass pulling her back down. "He doesn't like you moving like that while he's eating." Pablo taunted. He cupped her chin tilting her head up so he could see her face. "I thought—," Her eyes rolled, and her body went rigid as another orgasm consumed her. "We're good. We're just enjoying you one more time. Just the four of us. Understand." He wasn't really asking her if she understood.

He knew she did. She showed them for the last few days she understood why they were doing this. Day after day they filled her over and over and day after day she took everything appreciatively. However, he got why she was confused so he simply let her know she was just going to have to continue to drown in all the pleasure they gave her.

Because come tomorrow night there would be a full moon and Marius's heat would be at its peak. "Today is the last day where it's just the four of us. The last day where you're solely ours." She sighed quietly as Malik's lips continued to suck uncaring of the conversation being had. Pablo caressed her soft face reveling in the hazy stare she had. "I can't cum anymore." "That's just not true, little mate. The sounds your pussy is making prove it." He smiled as he checked her arms making sure the restraints weren't too tight, she slurred out a soft, "Oh my God." Making Pablo chuckle.

"Open." He mused moving to sit in front of her. Ahsha's eyes were low with light swirls of gold dancing in them that only grew at the sight of him stroking his dick. "Open for me, sweet mate." He sighed as her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out. Without having to ask he watched her drag her tongue up his shaft. She paused pressing her cheek against his thigh as her breathing came out shallow.

"Keep going." Her eyes met his and bright red and gold stared back. Ahsha's mouth went back to work. Up and down, over, and over. Pablo's moans spurring her further. She'd found her rhythm in all the stimulation only for Pablo to grab her face forcing her to hold him down her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gagged, and Pablo enjoyed the sight of spit and cum pooling at the base of his dick. Her body once again began to shake, and her throat tightened further before the two of them came together.

Her into Malik's mouth and Pablo down her throat. He let her come up for air listening to her broken moans fill the air. Malik moved from where he laid between her legs looking down at his mate's worn-out body. Ahsha vaguely watched Pablo stand before feeling Malik's lips on her mark. "We're not done yet." He whispered. She huffed, but nothing more could be said as she felt a set of lips on her right ass cheek. She heaved a deep sigh as they sank lower and lower before teeth nipped at her warm flesh and between her thighs.

She jerked forward when she felt the familiar and intense pressure of teeth breaking the skin on her left thigh. "Yes," She sobbed before the air caught in her throat when she felt the first suck and she knew it was Pablo. Ares's hand went to her chin raising her head and forcing her to look up and he smiled. "My turn." Without having to ask her she opened her mouth.

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"Today you'll officially have a fourth mate," Pablo spoke from where he lay between her thighs. "You three do know that even after today I'm still yours." Her voice was scratchy, even as she tried not to raise her voice. "Of course, we know that. But for nearly seven years you have been only ours in every way." Ahsha looked at Ares as he spoke. Malik grabbed a new ice pack sitting it on her forehead.