Returning to Sarvas Part 10 - Ivrine

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At Ahsch’s open invitation, Ivrine grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled while stepping forward, her lips meeting his in a forceful kiss. He only hesitated for a moment before dropping one hand to her hip and tangling the other up in her hair, kissing the herd queen back fiercely and beginning to duel her tongue with his own.

Soft murmuring filled the space as the rest of the satyrs and Ahsch’s group entered through the arch and spread out to watch, but Ahsch ignored them in favor of groping Ivrine’s taut butt and using his fistfull of hair to tilt her head back and begin biting and kissing and nibbling on her neck. After only a few seconds, a pair of hands began to brush across his body, slowly divesting him of his clothes, and he felt someone press up against Ivrine’s back, another pair of hands dancing across the herd queen’s body and slipping her brief chestwrap down. An effortless flex of his bond sense informed Ahsch that Xitia was attending him, while Felori was caressing her leader. Glancing to the side, he saw that Stisea and Dheqae had stripped their own clothes off and slipped into the pool, and that while Stisea watched the three leaders of the herd and him with rapt attention, Dheqae had slid behind the shy, mousy satyr and was holding her close, one hand roaming across her petite form while the other was gently clasped around her throat.

Eventually, Ahsch was as naked as the five satyrs, and several hands had dropped down to caress and stroke his cock and balls. Reluctantly, he stopped necking Ivrine, then eagerly stooped over, grabbed her under her thighs, and easily lifted her. The herd queen gasped in surprise, throwing her arms around his neck, then moaned loudly as he probed for her hot, wet pussy with the head of his dick. Ahsch looked past his imminent mate at Felori, authority seeping into his voice as he commanded, “Guide me in.”

Flushed, Felori’s pale blue eyes widened, and she grinned eagerly. A moment later, Ahsch felt her slender fingers gently take hold of his dick and maneuver him into position as he lowered Ivrine down onto his length.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” the herd queen moaned lewdly.

Ahsch wordlessly groaned as he slowly slid into Ivrine’s snatch, the walls of her pussy fluttering and gripping as he filled her. Eventually, he bottomed out, just as a slight pressure began to resist the tip of his cock.

“So much,” she gasped, even as a shiver ran through Ahsch as he realized that he was quite literally at her cervix. Concern passed through him briefly, but Ivrine wasn’t complaining and didn’t seem in distress or pain. So instead, he began to pump.

He started slow, one full retreat and advance every few seconds. The herd queen sighed and gasped quietly as he went, her head lolling forward as she breathed just past his ear. But with each thrust, Ahsch sped up. As he reached a steady, yet not quite fast pace, Ivrine leaned back and stared deep into his eyes, her bright amber gaze hazy with lust and pleasure.

“More,” she hissed her demand.

Ahsch just smirked. “Be careful what you wish for,” he warned.

Usually, adjusting the position of a partner whilst holding them up in the air, unsupported was - to put it mildly - inadvisable.

However, as time had gone by, Ahsch had realized - and then confirmed - that his Outsider nature granted him the physical condition equivalent to the ‘stats’ that he had in his magic. Therefore, given his current Magnitude of 17 - having given up five for Ariin and Elui’s Trinkets, then gaining the sacrificed Magnitude back over time - he was incredibly strong compared to the average.

Which meant that coordinating and pulling off a feat such as repositioning Ivrine to be facing away from him, with his arms looped under her legs and his hands clasped across the back of her head - and then, after a moment’s though shifting to grab ahold of her horns instead - was only mildly challenging.

Ivrine squealed; first in surprise and brief concern as he started moving her around, then in gleeful pleasure as the new position and Ahsch’s assertion of dominance became fully apparent, especially as Ahsch began to _pound _into her, muffled clapping as his hips met her fur-covered ass filling the air and mingling with the wet noises of his cock ravaging her pussy.

A weight leaned into him from behind as Xitia embraced him, panting heavily as she playfully bit his shoulder. “You’d better fuck me at _least _that hard, male,” she huskily said, her breath teasing one of his ears.

Meanwhile, Felori had a smirk and was making her way around to his other side, a hand trailing across his shoulder, side, and hip. “Good,” she purred. “She needed this. Our dear queen hasn’t gotten fucked and filled in _far _too long.”

Ahsch just grunted, then grinned as, with a high-pitched squeal, Ivrine came, her cunt flooding and all but drowning his cock as she shook and shivered. Ahsch kept on pounding into her for a minute until she went all but limp, then changed his grip, dropping her legs down - though an arm around her waist kept her in the air, the satyr just short enough that she couldn’t reach the ground - and took a handful of her hair again, roughy pulling her head back and drawing a lewd moan from her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Ahsch growled into her ear.

An inarticulate moan answered him.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Another moan, this time with a weak nod.

Ahsch smirked. “Do you want me to fill you up? Breed your hot little cunt?”

Ivrine came again.

“Good girl.”

Ahsch carried her over to one of the divans and leaned down, making his mate lay facedown with her ass still up in the air, his cock never leaving the warm, wet hole he was enjoying. Then he resumed his savage pounding, one hand still tangled up in her hair while the other explored her body, groping one of her firm tits, caressing her side, palming her ass, even playing with the small tail that limply hung over her butt. Xitia and Felori had followed him over and were flanking him, caressing and stroking both him and their queen, kissing and murmuring encouragement.

Ahsch looked around. The crowd was watching eagerly - many had moved past simply watching and were either masturbating or engaged in sapphic entanglements with their fellow herd members. Ariin had her head in Mahat’s lap, blowing Ahsch’s familiar eagerly while Mahat had reached over and was fingering Kirasiel. Ahsch’s attention moved on and to the pool, where Stisea was writhing in ecstatic torment on Dheqae’s fingers, the older satyr clearly playing the mousy one like a fiddle with one hand under the water, while the other was still wrapped around Stisea’s throat. Dheqae was speaking in low tones, and though Ahsch couldn’t listen over the blood roaring in his ears, he could tell that whatever it was, it was doing it for Stisea, who squirmed and shivered and gasped so delightfully.

With a growl, Ahsch yanked Ivrine up, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he came, filling the herd queen, who squealed and shook and came even harder, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolled back.

Almost a minute after, his balls still throbbing and pushing his cum out, Ahsch let his freshly-bred mate drop forward, turned to Xitia, and push her to the floor, his pussy and cum-slick cock easily slamming home into his second mate even as she bucked and squirmed under him.