Chapter 473: Three Inches **
"Why... is it only one inch... inside...?"
Three men blinked when they heard—a protest?
Cecilia pouted, her voice already breathless and petulant.
Oathran gasped above her, his arms trembling where they bracketed her shoulders. Sweat beaded at his temple, and his slit pupils had blown wide, black swallowing grey as he held himself in rigid, painful control. "What do you mean? We can’t go further than this... or I..."
"Be good..." Eastiel murmured warmly against her ear as he pressed himself against her side. His fingers had slipped between her thighs, tracing slow, patient circles around her most sensitive spot while Oathran remained buried just barely inside her.
The dual sensation made her squirm. Oathran’s shallow, pulsing presence stretching her entrance, Eastiel’s clever fingers working her with the exact pressure she liked. "Don’t worry, we can pleasure you some other way too..."
"Yes, don’t be greedy..." Arkai leaned over her from the other side, his wolf ears flickering with barely restrained hunger. He captured her lips in a kiss, deep, slow, meant to distract her. "We agreed for it to be just the tip, alright...?"
Cecilia pushed him back, breaking the kiss with a wet, frustrated sound. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes glassy with need as she frowned up at them.
"But..." She licked her lips, her voice dropping into a whine. "You all have nine inches each... Won’t the tip be considered three inches...?" She looked between them, her expression innocent yet wicked. "Three inches for the tip... three inches for mid... three rest for mmm... for the base...?"
The three men felt their hearts skip a beat in unison.
This woman—!
"We agreed for the tip..." Cecilia continued, her voice sweet and reasonable even as her hips began to move. She wiggled her waist, a slow, deliberate roll that made Oathran’s breath hitch audibly. "The tip is three inches..."
One more inch slid inside her. Oathran’s fingers dug into the mattress.
She rolled her hips again, taking him deeper with agonizing slowness. Two more inches. The stretch made her gasp, her head falling back against the pillow, her inner walls fluttering around him as she pulled him home.
"Cecilia—" Oathran was wrecked, his whole body shuddering with the effort of not thrusting.
"Three inches," she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes. "Just the tip. We agreed... right?"
"What kind of math is that?!"
Eastiel and Arkai groaned in unison, their voices cracking with disbelief and strained arousal. But even as they complained, their hands were already moving, driven by a petty, possessive jealousy that she was so focused on Oathran.
Arkai ducked his head and closed his mouth over her breast, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak while his free hand slid down to join Eastiel’s between her thighs.
Eastiel, not to be outdone, pressed two fingers inside her alongside Oathran’s shallowly buried length, stretching her further.
"Aahh! Eastiel—" Cecilia gasped and clenched around them both.
But they shook their heads. They needed to focus. They needed to hold each other back, to be the restraint their brother was rapidly losing.
Arkai tore his mouth away and put a hand flat on Oathran’s abdomen, feeling the trembling tension there. "No further than this, brother..."
"I know..." Oathran’s voice was shredded. He wrapped his own fist around the base of his cock, squeezing hard, a manual stopper, an attempt to keep himself from burying the remaining inches inside her. "I need to put... some stopper between—"
Eastiel, seeing an opportunity, shifted up the bed. He freed his own aching length from his trousers, thick and already leaking, tapered and textured with the subtle ridges characteristic of his beast lineage.
He brought it to her lips, and both his brothers turned to frown at him. He frowned right back, his lion ears flattening defensively. "What? We need to distract her someho—mmmmmmmmhhhh aaahhh—"
Cecilia had opened her mouth and taken him in.
The tip of his lion cock slid past her lips, and Eastiel’s protest dissolved into a broken moan. His head fell back, his tail lashing against the mattress, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked him deeper with the same sweet, logical mouth she had used to argue her way to two more inches.
Meanwhile, Cecilia’s hand found Arkai’s cock, her fingers wrapping around his length. He flinched, his wolf ears shooting forward in shock. "Wha...?"
She pulled her mouth off Eastiel just long enough to blink up at him, her lips wet and swollen, her eyes deceptively innocent.
"I might not be able to take more than one this time down there..." Her thumb traced a slow circle around his tip, gathering the moisture already beading there. "But... I can suck two up here... taking turns..."
Arkai’s brain short-circuited. His mouth opened but no sound came out.
Eastiel, still recovering from the loss of her mouth, stared down at her with a dazed, glassy expression. "She’s... she’s negotiating again..."
"Don’t fall... for it," Oathran gritted out from his position between her legs, his fist still clamped around his base, his entire body trembling with the effort of staying still.
But Arkai was already moving. Already positioning himself beside Eastiel, his own cock, thicker, brushing against her cheek.
"My cock... so close to your face..." Arkai whispered, his voice hoarse, his wolf ears trembling as he watched himself, watched them both, hovering just at her lips.
Cecilia gathered both tips together, pressing the slick heads against each other, and leaned forward. Her tongue darted out and slurped at both at once, a wet, messy, obscene sound that filled the dim bedroom. Arkai groaned. Eastiel followed, his hips twitching forward before he caught himself.
She looked up at them through her lashes, her mouth still brushing against their tips.
"You like to see it...? Your cocks and my face?" Her voice was honey and sin. "I’ll allow you to take pictures... but only for your eyes, alright...?"
Eastiel’s brain stopped functioning entirely. His lion tail went rigid. His mouth opened, but only a strangled sound came out. "Cecilia..." he managed, his voice cracking. "You..."
Oathran pulled out entirely, the sudden absence making Cecilia gasp around her mouthful. A glistening strand connected him to her for a heartbeat before breaking, and then he was pushing back in, agonizingly slow, inch by controlled inch, until the full three inches were seated inside her once more.
"God—" The word tore from his throat.
His abdominal muscles rippled with the effort of restraint, each ridge carved deep by the strain of holding back. Sweat traced silver lines down the valley of his chest, catching the city light from the window.
His jaw was clenched so tight that a vein pulsed visibly along the sharp line of it, and his misty eyes, usually so steady, were wild now, the slit pupils blown wide and trembling.
His entire body twitched with every minute movement of his hips. His waist flexed as he withdrew again, the muscles along his obliques contracting.
"Aaaaahhhss—!" The veins on his forearms stood out in sharp relief as he gripped the sheets, the headboard, anything that wasn’t her, because if he gripped her, he would lose himself entirely.
He slipped back in. Three inches. Only three. His whole body shuddered, a full-body tremor that started in his shoulders and rippled down through his chest, his stomach, his thighs. A bead of sweat rolled from his temple and fell onto her belly, warm against her skin.
"Cecilia..." Her name was barely recognizable, broken into syllables by his ragged breathing. "I can’t... How are you... so tight...?"
But he didn’t stop. He pulled back. He pushed in. It was torture, shallow, restrained.
Arkai’s cock suddenly slipped too deep, past her lips, past her tongue, crashing against the inner side of her cheek, making her eyes fly wide. A visible bump appeared on her beautiful face, the outline of him pressing from within, distorting her cheek obscenely.
"Fuck—" The curse ripped from his throat as he pulled back, horrified and devastated and unbearably aroused all at once.
He watched, transfixed, as the bump faded, as she swallowed around the space he’d left, as a slow, wicked grin spread across her spit-slicked lips. Her tongue recreated the previous bump cheekily—
Eastiel’s hand was already moving. His phone was in his grip before he’d made the conscious decision to grab it, the camera app open, the record button pressed.
His lion tail thrashed behind him, his breathing ragged, his golden eyes fixed on the screen as though it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
"I’m going..." He swallowed hard. "To buy... a proper camera... later..."
Oathran shifted his angle, and the head of his cock dragged against a spot inside her that made her whole body seize.
"Mmh?!"
Cecilia’s back arched off the mattress. Her mouth fell open, releasing both Arkai and Eastiel as a broken, keening cry tore from her throat.
"Ah?" Oathran flinched.
What just—
Her vision went white at the edges, sparks bursting behind her eyes. "There—" she gasped, her voice splintering. "There, there, right there—"
Oathran, sweat-drenched and trembling, obeyed. He pulled back those three inches and pushed in again, hitting that same spot with precision.
Once. Twice. A third time. Each shallow thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, building and building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until—
"Aaah—AAAH—!"
She broke.
SPLRT!
Cecilia’s climax hit her. Her inner walls clamped down around him in rhythmic, pulsing waves, and a gush of hot liquid spilled from her, soaking Oathran’s waist, the sheets beneath them, the inside of her thighs.
She cried out as the ecstasy rolled through her in wave after wave after wave, leaving her trembling and gasping.
Oathran froze above her, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat as he felt her flutter and clench and soak him.
Arkai stared, his wolf ears pinned forward. Eastiel’s phone was still recording, his hand shaking so badly the footage would surely be blurry, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Cecilia collapsed back against the pillows, her chest heaving, her skin glistening, a dazed, satisfied smile spreading across her flushed face.
She whispered, "Three... inches more...?"
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