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He yearned for
something different, he just couldn't put a name to it. But he had an
idea where to find it. Striding out the front door, afraid someone
would try to stop him, he headed for the path through the forest that
would take him to the edge of the lake. To where he knew the Maiden nested.
He shifted easily
into the form of a cougar and ran through the night, his eyesight
keen. He slowed as he approached the clearing and then crouched,
sidling closer to the forms at the lip of the lake. He could not be
seeing what he thought he was. He shifted back into his human form,
his attention glued to the tableau before him. It was a woman and two
men. Beautiful men servicing the woman. She stood beneath the light
of the full, silvery moon as though it shone just for her, its light
drawn to her alone. It was like a ballet of images moving with fluid,
otherworldly grace.
She was arched, her
full breasts thrust toward the shimmering light of the full moon
above, her arms thrown back encircling the neck of the man behind
her. The other man knelt in front of her, his head thrust between her
snow-white thighs, his mouth delving into the shadow of her pussy.
Reynaldo could not remember ever witnessing such an erotically
charged sight in his life. His cock grew hard and thick, aching for
not just the women but the perfection of the males attending her.
He saw her buck,
bowed to the sky, and knew the man who was kneeling had brought her
to orgasm. Reynaldo fisted his own cock as he stood and watched the
passion play out at the edge of the lake. Their positions altered.
The one kneeling slowly rose to his feet, turning toward where
Reynaldo stood watching. The other man released the Maiden's hands
and she floated forward to stand beside the other man. She moved
behind him and her arms encircled him, brushing across his chest and
down over his groin. The man who had held her arms moved to his knees
and in slow motion consumed the cock of the other as Reynaldo watched.
Reynaldo licked his
lips, wanted to be a part of the scene taking place before him. He
took a hesitant step forward, meaning to join them. Then he stopped
when he was close enough to discern exactly who they were.
All three were
swanshifters. Beautiful, ethereal, desirable. His cock ached to be
touched by them. To bathe in their light. Suddenly, the one kneeling
turned to look at him, then rose and walked to him. He took his hand
and led him forward. Martine stepped from behind the other one and
stood facing him.
Reynaldo was at a
loss for words, consumed by desire and need.
"They wish to
give you pleasure, Renaldo. This one," she pointed to the man
standing behind her, "is Dion. The one holding your hand is
Renn." Dion stepped out from behind her and moved toward Reynaldo.
He was blinded by
their beauty, seduced by their sexual magic which seem to reach out
for him. "Come with us, Reynaldo. You belong here, not back
there with them." He allowed them to lead him toward where he
knew Martine's nest was located. When they reached the secluded spot,
Dion and Renn helped him to lie upon the thick bedding. Dion moved
immediately to take his cock into his mouth, suckling and licking.
Reynaldo had never experienced such pleasure, not even with Satrius.
This was beauty. A blinding surreal joy flooded through him. Renn
moved over him, kissing him, teasing his tightly beaded nipples. No
words were spoken, none needed as he gave himself over to them.
After long moments,
just as Reynaldo felt he was about to burst, Dion stopped and raised
his head to look at Martine. As though by unspoken command, she moved
to lie next to Reynaldo. She leaned over and looked down at him. With
a finger she traced the lush expanse of his lips.
"Fuck me,
Reynaldo. I have waited a long time for you. They have prepared me
and now they have prepared you. Come to me." |
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