Sparse, dense hair edged his nape, his shoulders, the top third of his spine—inherited from the sire—he appeared Anhur. But there was evidence of her kind in his broad, sloping features, too. She could see it in the point of his expressive, twitching ears. The slightly elongated canines.
A hybrid’s knot may not be enough to milk her glands into submission… but two?
She smiled. Blinking water from her lashes.
Inviting them to give what she needed.
Uttering a soothing rumble, the hybrid before her returned her smile. Irises swallowed by the black inner ring, only the slimmest sliver of deep, earthy brown remained. He ignored the heavy, pulsing organ hanging between his legs and adjusted her with careful, firm nudges. His touch gentle—almost reverent as he draped her over the pool’s edge.
She hissed as her nipples were dragged over rock, making the sensitive nubs stand stiff and alert. Making her clench around the thick shaft burning her insides.
Ebony skin rippled over bulging, scarred muscles. The only warning she got before the tip of a fat purple head smacked against her chin. Catching the corner of her mouth, her lips parting on a lewd sucking pop. Cock skipping over damp skin, leaving a tacky trail shining across her cheek.
Groaning at the back of his throat, he pulled back to meet her gaze, pushing the heavy curtain of wet, black hair off her forehead. Gathered it in fists at her nape.
And then, heedless of teeth or doing harm, that dark-skinned hybrid male pressed the tip of his prick to her tongue. He fed her a taste that made her gasp, connecting them with a string of pearly white.
Parted lips were an invitation too tempting to ignore, and—both hands fisted in her wet hair—he forced her jaws wider. Pushing until the lip of his helmet wedged between her teeth.
Another hand landed on the back of her skull, driving her forward until she gagged. Entire body flexing in one heave of desperate rejection that went ignored. That was answered by rumbling groans.
Impaled from end to end, the male at her back lifted her from the water, took one step forward, and left her to brace against the rippling muscle of the one leaking precum in her mouth. A helpless position that saw her pussy flush with slick once more. Easing the friction water alone couldn’t assuage.
A desperate snarl at her back, and she was bumped up and over the edge of the pool. Hips squashing the round globes of her upturned bottom—forcing the other part of the way down her throat.
Again, she gagged. Ribs heaving, pussy fluttering, she bore down. Choking. Her Biquea glands cinched tight around that shaft. Mercilessly forcing the breeding to continue.
She was helpless. Spit roasted between two hybrids—one trying to force a thick cock down her throat, the other doing his damnedest to help see that desire bear fruit as he pounded into her from behind.
Truly fucking now, the slap of hips sent water to shower over them all, the warm current teasing and kissing her clit with every frenetic lurch of engorged flesh.
“Hnnnghh,” she grunted, tears prickling at the backs of her eyes. Each thrust saw that dark prick shoved down her gullet just a little deeper. Each snapping twitch of hybrid hips bumped her closer to milking the cock spearing into her sodden heat with a blissful release of her own.
Even the fingers leaving marks on her hips served only to wind her tighter—a gift from her first natural season. It crossed the lines hardwired in her brain. Told her body she wasn’t enduring life-threatening treatment, but getting exactly what she needed. Sending blood and hormones to prepare her to take more abuse than any but an experienced Hathorian breeder could endure.
She was meant to go for days like this—trained for it. Days where she ate and drank nothing but what her master pumped down her throat. Where the need for sleep was replaced with nothing but the need to breed.
And she knew, even in the heat of this madness…
… This was only the beginning.
Winding both hands through hair darker than his skin, an impressive girth stretched her jaws wide as they could go. Using her throat as he might abuse his fist, he worked toward an orgasm. Sweat and water trickling over the ridges of a defined abdomen.
She swallowed the head leaking sweet, salty fluid, feeling the muscles of her throat work and bump over that sensitive glans. Feeling her walls flood with slick as a challenging roar issued above her, then behind.
A warning.
Neither would last, both competing to be the first to seed her, and she wasn’t ready.
Fingers tightened on her hips, her scalp. The pace between her thighs grew frantic. Uneven. Enough that she could feel it when his cum began to boil, shaft bloating and thick.
In her mouth, a cock thickening down her throat. Her lips stretched until they were an obscene white ring.
Bliss.
Hormones flooded her system. Replacing terror with lust. Pain with ecstasy. Drooling from front and back, unable to worry her poor, neglected clitoris, she could only brace between them.
And hope.
Rumbling against her forehead, one long, scarred forearm extended back. Traced her back from shoulder to the ridged scar where her tail had once been, the dark male toyed with her puckered asshole. Ringing that tight muscle for a moment before he sank lower. Before he slipped his index into her pussy, no matter the girth stretching her out.
Out of sight, covering her back, a possessive snarl issued challenge. The savage snap of hips that served only to illuminate what was happening inside her. That a thick finger knuckled another male’s shaft, invasive and lacking all sense of propriety.
It sent a taboo thrill zinging through her nerves. Pushed her just a little closer—
The finger disappeared, the cock down her throat withdrawing as that finger was sucked deep and licked clean.
Gasping, the girl shivered, tongue darting out to taste. Her gaze searching the deep, brown eyes glaring down at her.
It was a respite. Only the space of a single, ragged breath before he was sluicing through her lips and down her throat once more. Before his thick finger returned to her abused quim and plunged in alongside a leaking prick.
But this time, the dark male didn’t taste it—no, he pulled back just a little and pressed into her asshole. Filling her holes, all three at once.
It was too much for some.
With a final, shuddering roar, an explosion erupted within her.
Fingers bruising, knot expanding, she was filled. Rope after rope of cum sprayed into shivering cunt, bathing her thirsty, fussy cervix with seed that couldn’t flourish.
But she didn’t care.
No, there was nothing but the gracious fingers that finally sought to work at her clit. Flicking the overwrought little bean back and forth until she gushed milky Hathorian cum.
She came with force enough to evict the male still pulsing inside her passage. Teeth threatening to click shut around the slab of meat plumbing her windpipe, the other was unable to stop his semen from slithering from her depths with an obscene plop. Dripping cum into the swirling warm water. And with a final, satisfied sigh, a great weight collapsed over her back. A chin on her shoulder. Breath teasing her cheek, he fumbled between them. Sinking back into her tight passage until his knot was caught by her glands.
It wasn’t over.
With a grunt of his own, the male down her throat picked up the pace. Heedless of slapping palms or the desperate sounds she made, he fucked her throat with wild abandon, black eyes unable to tear away from her upturned face. One fist clenched in her hair, tugging at the roots for leverage. Her left ear caught in a tight fist.