Chapter 122

Briva and Morien were finally sleeping in their own beds - mostly.

It helped that the older kids - especially Torvek - had taken it upon themselves to run interference. In the past several weeks the two littlest ones were often up, half-dressed, and snacking before the rest of us even stirred.

I was grateful for all of them - from the youngest to the oldest

It was the goblin way that everyone was expected to pull their own weight and Mirri had impressed that upon them all. The kids helped around the keep, studied, and looked after each other. We made sure they still had time to be kids - no rushing them into something they weren’t ready for. No imposing too many responsibilities. No making them grow up too quickly.

All of which was a long-winded way of saying morning sex had become a thing again.

Ashlara lay beside Elise, lazily lapping at her modest breast, her tongue slow and indulgent. A goofy, satisfied grin stretched across her face - still riding the fading tremors of her last orgasm.

On Elise’s other side, Serah was gentler. Fingers tracing, lips brushing, tending to her other breast with quiet care as she waited. Patiently waiting.

Between them, I moved inside Elise - slow and deep.

Each thrust parted her tight, velvety walls, drawing sharp, uneven breaths from her as she climbed toward release.

Behind me, Mirri pressed close - arms wrapped around my shoulders, lips brushing my neck in soft, teasing kisses as she whispered into my ear. Her small breasts pressed against my back, her nipples hard and dragging lightly across my skin.

She’d been first that morning. I’d filled her womb with my seed until it spilled out onto the bed. And with the feminine arousal that still dripped down her inner thigh, I was sure she wanted at least one more round before we cleaned up.

Elise’s breath broke - stuttering, uneven - as her climax crested.

I drove deeper, faster.

Her body shuddered beneath me, eyes slipping closed as pleasure overtook her. I bent down, catching her lips, and her tongue met mine with sudden hunger - more aggressive than usual, more needy, her control slipping away.

Mirri was carried along with me, wrapping her legs around my waist, pressed tight against my back as I rode Elise through it.

Elise’s long, pale legs tightened around my hips, just under the petite goblin’s, her body caught in wave after wave.

Slowly, it ebbed. Her tongue softened. Her body loosened.

I lingered, watching her - her chest rising and falling, her lashes fluttering before those pale gray eyes opened again.

We shared a quiet smile. The act and distance made it intimate in its own right. I kissed her nose. She let me go.

I shifted over to Serah, who spread her legs in welcoming.

I took my time - kissing along her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, until I reached the well-kept patch of crimson above her sex. My nose brushed through it as I lowered myself, tasting her, parting her, rewarding her patience.

“Stop teasing,” she murmured, fingers threading into my hair. “Get up here.”

I rose, trailing kisses upward - her firm stomach, her full breasts, her neck, her lips.

Our tongues met and she shifted her hands lower, gripping my butt and pulling me into her.

She moaned into my mouth as I parted her folds and slid through her tight walls. Small noises that drove me crazy. Halfway through, I retreated until just my tip remained inside. Then I slid back in until our hips met and I was buried to the hilt.

“That’s so hot,” Mirri whispered behind me, still clinging to my back.

I was too busy with Serah’s tongue to reply.

Serah and I found our rhythm without speaking - her hips rising to meet mine, mine falling to meet hers. Not rushed. Not slow. Something balanced. Love. Need. Trust. Heat. All of it, layered together.

They were all so different - that’s what I loved most.

Ashlara was strength made flesh - tall, broad, every muscle defined beneath sage-green skin marked with scars and ink. Her dark hair hung just past her shoulders - wild, loose, and tousled from sleep. Her breasts were large and heavy, her dark, forest green nipples and areolas stark against her skin. Between her legs, thick dark hair - untamed and unapologetic.

She’d been a virgin the first time we’d made love - nervous and shy when it came to sex.

Now she was a storm - quick to ignite, her climaxes hitting hard and lasting longer than seemed possible, her voice a mix of moans and growls, her grip nearly crushing when she came. Sometimes all it took was her breasts - just attention there - and she’d break apart completely.

Mirri was different. Small. Compact. Perfect in her own way.

Her light gray skin was flawless - her lips, nipples, and areolas a dark charcoal. Her breasts were petite, her hips narrow, her body slight and agile. She was smooth and hairless between her legs - exposed to those she wished to see her. Her dark hair was kept in a cute bob that fell to her shoulders.

She was a free spirit - open, uninhibited, and effortlessly confident. She knew what she wanted and she let you know. But she wasn’t greedy. She cared for all of her lovers. Took care of them. Guided them. Ensured they enjoyed their time as much as she did.

And as a goblin, she had no qualms about sharing. Their culture was open about sex. They were often polyamorous. Matrons would occasionally ‘rent out’ their studs for favors.

But Mirri had no interest in those outside of our group. She politely refused when anyone propositioned her, and I politely refused when others propositioned me. We had a tight knit family and we were happy with what we had.

It was nice considering her powerful sex drive. Of all my loves, she was the one who initiated sex most frequently. She reveled in it.

When she came, she didn’t cry out. Her breath caught - stopped - and her whole body locked up around me under the wave of it.

Elise had also been a virgin when we’d met. Shy. Socially awkward. Alone in her library without seeing another soul for almost fifteen years when I’d found her.

Her skin was pale - almost white. Long, white hair - normally kept in a meticulous braid - spread across the bed under her. Eyes so light they nearly vanished into themselves sparkled with passion. Her breasts were modest, her nipples the faintest pink. She kept herself shaved after hearing Mirri say, ‘that’s what guys like’ - regardless of my lack of opinion on the matter.

Everything about her was measured. Controlled.

Until I touched her. Then it all unraveled.

For some reason my touch - and only my touch - set off her pleasure centers. A kiss. A caress. Even holding hands. Everything carried a sexual charge for her. Combined with intimate touches, the bliss quickly became overwhelming. And she was obsessed with those small touches - especially kisses. When we made love, her lips never left mine.

For her, sex was one long orgasm culminating in a mind shattering release. She’d passed out the first few times we’d made love, which brought no small amount of concern on my part. But like with any good thing, the more we kept at it, the easier it became for her to handle the emotions and sensations.

Serah was a dragon - huge, majestic, powerful - but she spent most of her time magically transformed into a shape that was human.

Amber eyes. Crimson curls. Fair, flawless skin. Her body was balanced - strong and feminine without leaning too far either way. Her breasts full and firm, her stomach smooth. And that neat patch of crimson above her sex - precise, deliberate.

She was more emotional than the others. More focused on connection.

But when she came… she screamed. Loud. Unrestrained. Completely at odds with the quiet, composed woman she was outside this room.

We were careful when it came to sex. Dragons weren’t able to mate with humans, but somehow - be it my divinity or something else - we had conceived Thae. The trauma of an accelerated pregnancy still sat heavy in her mind so we took what precautions we could so she would feel comfortable if, and when, it ever happened again.

Our rhythm built again. Faster now. Her little noises turned to cute squeaks which culminated in a scream that nearly deafened me despite the fact that she tried to muffle it.

I kept moving, dragging it out, holding her there as long as I could.

When her voice finally died and her arms and legs went slack, I gave her another long kiss before withdrawing.

She shifted aside, smiling lazily, as if drunk.

Mirri was already moving, sliding around to face me. “Still have another load of baby batter for me, hero?” she asked, smirking.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her down, her laugh bubbling up as she bounced against the bed.

“I always have another for you,” I said, catching her lips as I lifted her legs and put her in a mating press.

“Good,” she breathed. “Give it to me, stud.”

I pressed into her, bottoming out in a single stroke.

She gasped - then moaned as her body adjusted, pulling me in. We didn’t ease into it. We went fast - hard. My hips snapped forward as I pounded her again and again, her body meeting mine with equal ****.

Around us, the others moved - hands, lips, heat building together. Serah’s hand on Mirri’s breast. Ashlara grinding against Elise. Elise pressing soft kisses into Mirri’s shoulder.

Mirri’s voice climbed higher, sharper, matching my own rising edge.

With a final thrust, my hips met hers and I released. Ropes of cum painted her womb white as I twitched and spurted into her depths.

My climax triggered hers - breath cutting off, limbs locking tight as she shook beneath me, eyes rolling back as her waves of pleasure rolled over her.

For a moment, there was nothing else. Just her. The look of bliss on her face. The sound of her heartbeat. The feel of her walls wringing me dry.

Then it slowly ebbed away.

I collapsed against her, breathing hard.

It took a while before we moved again. Before we dressed. Before we made our way downstairs and slipped into a hot bath to let the water wash the evidence of our love away.