The Forgotten Realms: Primal Instincts Page 7
“I promise,” he said before turning to Faeron. “Quickly, you're going to have to help her.”
Solden slowly stood with the precious package in his arms and handed her over to Faeron who immediately took her and began to carry her almost as though she were nothing but a child. While Solden's presence had calmed her, Faeron's both incited and eased the pain.
“Come on, frigha, you'll be all right. I promise.”
“It doesn't hurt so much now,” she murmured, looking up at him.
“I know.” He put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her into the curve of his neck. “Breathe in my scent. It will ease the pain.”
Gradually, the shudders subsided, and, the agony, while still there, had dissipated some.
When she had stopped shivering, Faeron called out to Solden and Turin who had returned from detaching Luria. “I'll be at the tree. Follow in ten minutes.”
They nodded and, holding her more tightly to him, Faeron began to run. First through the clearing and then into the woods.
“Where are you taking me?” she mumbled against his neck. “What tree?”
“A Sirian female is aligned to one tree which connects us to the earth. As soon as she falls pregnant, her partners travel with her to find the requisite tree. They can travel all over the world in search for their particular connection to the planet.
“The fathers build a house nearby and await the birth of the children. When labor starts, they help the mother to their tree, and there the Sirian female gives birth. From that day forth, there is a connection.
“Until the children are of an age to be able to shift without the power from the tree and its connection to the planet, they can't return to their parents first home. When they are fully grown, they return to their place of birth and await the arrival of their mate. At the tree, which helped bring them into the world, they mate with their one and only and forge the bond through the earth and start the whole cycle again.”
“I might not want to mate with you,” she said grumpily, pulling away from his neck to say the words clearly.
He stopped and looked down at her with a frown. “You cannot jest about these things, Goldie.”
“I'm not!”
“Why are you here if you do not want to mate with us?” he asked sourly, and began to walk, instead of run, again.
“Because I felt as though I was dying without you. Literally.”
“How do you think I felt? Or Turin and Solden?”
“Is that why Luria was there? To ease your ache?”
“No! We've been in the woods all this past week. It is easier to handle the situation and to remain in control in our bear form. Luria was here because she visits us every month and eases our needs. We have been waiting for you for almost six hundred years, Goldie. I cannot lie to you and tell you that you are our first.”
“You didn't know she was coming?”
“No,” Faeron admitted carefully. “We heard your landing and scented you and returned with haste from the river to come and greet you.”
“What a welcome party,” she said wryly.
Realizing that a corner had been turned, albeit unknowingly, Faeron sighed with relief. “You will mate with us then?”
“Yes,” she agreed. No longer wanting to talk, she rested her head once more against his shoulder.
A few moments later, Faeron came to a stop, and Goldie lifted her head and looked around. She detached herself from his body and stood on shaky legs in the center of the darker than dark wood. She knew which tree was theirs, instinctively. It was neither sight nor sound nor smell that told her, she just knew. It was the one that had felt like she was being shocked with electricity when she had placed her hand upon its bark.
Without hesitating, for she partly understood now, she walked over to the navy blue trunk. It was darker than the others, and somehow she knew now that that was because it was an ancient tree. Pressing a hand against it, she almost jumped into the air as she heard it whispering to her. Goldie had expected another shock not song!
“I can hear it,” she muttered, her words choked.
“Naturally, as can we.” His voice was closer than she had realized and she almost jumped again as he rested a hand against her shoulder. “It is our tree and so it is yours.”
Goldie turned around and looked up at him. On tiptoes, she stood up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for being patient with me. I was hurting and wanted to hurt you too.”
“I would like to deny that you succeeded but I cannot. To a Sirian, there is nothing more serious than talk of their mate. You are our everything, Goldie. I do not jest about something or someone as important as that.”
Slowly, she nodded. “Take the pain away, Faeron. Please.”
“I hesitate to take you like a rutting beast, but . . . .”
“But?”
“This is more about you accepting my seed than pleasure.”
“The pleasure can come later,” Goldie assured with a faint smile. She lifted a hand and pressed it to her belly which was still aching like a bitch. “Just take this pain away, Faeron. Please.”
He nodded and spun them around so that she faced the trunk and his hips were pressed against her ass. From behind, he unzipped her space suit.
The instant that his fingers spread around her nipples, she began to sob with relief and thanks.
He hushed her, murmuring soothing sounds as he touched her, seemingly understanding what she was going through without her having to explain, something for which she was thankful.
His hands stroked against her stomach as he tugged off her clothes and bared her to nature. He dropped to his knees and pulled the all-in-one suit down her legs and then off her feet. As he did so, he separated her legs and then pressed his tongue against the apex of her thighs. With the tip of his tongue, he brushed her clit back and forth until she was shuddering weakly against the tree, which had started to sing to her now. It overtook her brain until she could only hear that and feel Faeron's touch. She was almost blind and deaf to everything else.
She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her throat when he stopped touching her there and jumped up and onto his feet. But he soon had her sighing with pleasurable relief as the blunt nudge of his cock against her pussy signaled that he was almost ready to take her. She felt the fluttering spurs against the entrance to her body and knew that she couldn't wait until they were fused together.
He pressed into her, slowly at first and then harder as her pussy opened and accepted him. His hips rocked against her at a speed that had her gasping, and, while she felt pleasure, it wasn't the climax she needed. It was the weeping slit at the head of his cock that caused her to experience pleasure. The slow pre-cum from his cock that soothed the burn in her body and had her feeling like a normal person again.
“I'm sorry,” Faeron gasped as his thrusts grew deeper and more jagged until finally the spurs grabbed a hold of her pussy walls and connected them with a fusion that was more powerful than any she'd ever known.
The spurt of his cum was all that she had needed and her ears started to ring with the chants that escaped from the earth and was channeled through the tree. Her fingers were sore from gripping the navy bark, but she didn't care, not one little bit.
Slowly, the heat of his seed told her it was taking root, and, somehow, her body began to alternate between extreme heat and extreme cold. She began to shudder once more, but this time it was different. She didn't feel as bad as she had earlier. This was a different ache. This was a need for all of them now. She needed them inside her, to complete her.
“Turin? Solden?” she murmured, gasping.
With a grunt, Faeron called out to them. “Brothers!”
Hearing the sound of leaves rustling, Goldie sighed with relief for they were here and would ease this next symptom that meant she was their mate. By the time they had reached the tree, Faeron managed to detach himself from her, although he did not to let her go. Instead, she felt the blunt head o
f his cock against her ass. A part of her wanted to cry out and ask him what the hell he was doing, but the tree, she felt crazy for even thinking it, helped her.
It soothed her and readied her, and, so, when he slid into her ass, it was without any preparation. She felt as though this was not the first time she had been fucked in the ass. She was able to accept him with pleasure, and she reveled in the fullness of his penetration.
Faeron gripped a hold of her hips and then slid his hands up and over her torso. When he reached her stomach, he pulled her upwards so that her back pressed against his chest. The movement did something inside her that had her eyes almost crossing. The next few minutes passed in a blur. All she knew was that Faeron was laying next to the tree with her on top of him and that it had taken Turin and Solden's help to get them into that position.
She whimpered at the change in sensation and now she felt almost unbearably full from this new position and its different pressure points. She began to pant as Solden started to spread her legs and move them higher so that her thighs were almost pressed to her chest. It was impossible to withhold the scream that escaped her now. This area, that had never before been penetrated, for the first time began to feel like its very virgin self.
That ache only began to ease when Solden's cock nudged her pussy and Turin's brushed against her mouth from the side. Faeron grabbed her hand and she felt him press it with his to the bark of the tree. Through blurred eyes, she noticed that Solden and Turin also had at least one of their hands against the trunk and, what had been a chant, had transformed into something beyond description.
It was almost like a constantly vibrating buzz that touched every part of her, that shot through every vein, through every muscle and every sinew and blasted her with its resonance.
As she suckled at the tip of Turin's cock, as her cunt accepted the wide girth of Solden's and her ass the impossible thickness of Faeron's manhood, Goldie felt bizarrely at peace. Instinctively, her mind knew what was about to happen, and she accepted it with relish.
It didn't matter that she didn't know these three men, that she had only known them for less than a day, her body and her genes knew them and, if she was honest with herself, so did her heart and soul.
The resonating beat from the tree and the earth joined them together until their hearts began to beat at the same time, the flush of blood through their veins started to pulse simultaneously and the slow inhalation and exhalation of their lungs became a rhythm that all of them shared, binding them in more ways than one to each other, never to be parted, forever and always.
THE END
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