As he moves his fingers, coaxing different sounds out of her mouth as he twists and presses at her until she is a trembling mess, she feels obsession radiating down the bond, dark and twisted and hungry. And yet, under that heavy blanket, there was no room for anxiety or worry. All she could do was submit to them.
"Are you sore?" Julius sounds concerned.
She squeaks out a "no" quickly, not wanting to worry them. Her body buzzes with need, not soreness.
"You have to get used to this, baby. This sweet ass is ours," Luke's voice is hoarse, but she can feel love radiating through him, andthen she can feel herself floating away into that space where there were no worries or fear.
They would take care of everything else, all she had to do was take it, to let them toy with her however they wanted until she came for them in endlessly new and earth-shattering ways.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she feels them rearranging her, Tenor coaxing her to climb in his lap and easing her down the length of him until he is sheathed inside of her. She grinds against him a few times, sighing happily at the familiar feeling.
"If there is any pain–" Julius is beside them, always monitoring, always making sure she's okay. He kisses his mark on the side of her neck as his hands trail up and down her spine. "–we will stop. Just say the word."
Even after all this time, her mates were still so determined to ensure she consented, to make sure they never did anything she didn't want.
She whimpers, clutching Tenor's shoulders when she feels Luke's hand on her hip. He guides her forwards, popping her hips into the air as much as she can while seated on Tenor.
He lines his cock up with her and slowly, shallowly begins to breach her.
It feels like he's splitting her open.
A strangled yelp escapes her mouth and she shimmies her hips away, but she can't go far before his hands catch her hip, holding her in place.
"Use your words," Julius coaches, and she feels his concern for her. "Do you want to stop?"
Luke holds himself still, waiting for her answer.
"No," she finally breathes after a moment.
With her consent, Luke wastes no time in easing another inch of cock in her ass.
Her vision whites out, every cell in her body charged with the sensation. The stretch was unbelievable, his cock filling her out in new and shocking ways that left her scrambling for purchase against Tenor's chest.
"You're taking us so good," Tenor purrs beneath her, his voice rough with desire. "Fuck, Eden, you're so perfect. Just a little more."
His praise works its way through her muscles, relaxing and softening her around them, and Luke takes advantage with another thrust deeper into her body.
She freezes, almost scared to move with how full she was, her body caught between them as they continued to fill her to her breaking point.
"Almost there," Luke grunts, and she feels Tenor's hands gripping her ass, holding her apart, and then Luke thrusts once more, and she is complete.
Lights twinkle behind her closed eyes as she is sealed around them, a keening sound escaping her mouth and she isn't sure whether it is pleasure or overwhelm or some strange new emotion she's never even felt before.
"Slowly," Julius murmurs next to them. "Be gentle with our little mate. Give her a minute."
As soon as she stops panting, they seem unable to hold themselves back any longer. Luke pulls out slowly, as if testing her capacity. Then he is pressing back into her, and her limbs wake up then with a jolt as she clambers to grasp anything she can hold, scrambling against Luke's leg, Tenor's arm, grasping at Julius where he's kneeling beside them.
She finally finds her voice again, gasping out a sound that might be their names.
"That's it, Eden," Julius purrs, his hand tangling in her hair while his other grips his cock. "We're going to take such good care of each and every one of your little holes. You just relax and let us take care of you now."
She can't fight that command, and when Luke thrusts again, she melts.
"Open wide," Julius says then, thrusting his cock into her mouth without even waiting for her compliance. He doesn't thrust far, not forcing himself down her throat or making her gag. Shallowly, he teases her tongue with his taste, letting her feel all of them.
Tenor's hands grasp her harder around her hips, easing her to grind against his pelvis, and the additional stimulation nearly does her in. She wants to break apart, ask him to stop, tell him she can't take anymore, but Julius' grip on her scalp prevents her from doing more than gargling out incomprehensible sounds against his cock.
They find a rhythm, each of them thrusting inside of her and filling her in turn. Something builds inside her, overwhelming in its intensity. When it finally crashes around her, the lights dancing and twinkling behind her eyes become a supernova that threatens to engulf her.
