(Mintaka)

(NSFW content ahead)

Our lusts, passions and desires have mingled as one and they overflow the mate bond.

Amaia’s excitement at being filled by Alnitak and at the same time being devoured by me is palpitating like a live wire.

My tongue slowly makes its way inside her wet and hot mouth. That rich scent that exudes from every pore of her is like a calling for us to worship her, make love to her, kiss every inch of skin she possesses.

Alnitak’s breathing changes as his movements become faster and more ragged.

I let go of Amaia’s lips and watch her. Those half-hooded magnetising pair of eyes, puffed cotton candy-like cheeks and puckered soft lips.

She is stunning beyond words, a real Fae in all her beauty and charms.

My arms hook under her armpits, and I pull, plastering her to my chest so she can watch my brother.

Alnitak huffs while pushing himself inside her. His lips rest on her leg, which he has hiked up on his shoulder, kissing slowly against her skin.

Their huffs and grunts fill the air of the room. My hands work their magic on her soft, squishy breasts. Keeping the blood flowing in her body to stimulate her.

"Yes...more." Her legs shift and go around Alnitak’s waist, coiling around them and she reaches forward to place her hands on his chest.

He grunts heavily at her actions. Sweat coats his chest while he picks up pace, lifting her slightly. His hands slide under her back holding her.

Scents of our arousals hang deep in the air, the deep emotions, the connections which are forming strengthen our bond. My hand slid against her belly and to her pearl nestled just above her intimacy.

My fingers play with it, stimulating it, making her pleasures heighten and moans deepen.

Alnitak grunts, his chest heaving.

Amaia whimpers, her breasts bouncing with every pounding.

"I kept my promise to you, Ali..."

Her eyes drift towards me. Her body soaked in sweat and lust, "Min...I want you..."

Alnitak and I exchange glances at her request. He gives me a nod.

Her legs slacken against his waist and fall on the bed. Slowly, Alnitak slips out of her core, and Amaia gets up, going on all fours. Her legs and hips are towards me while her face is towards Alnitak.

What a smooth, round ass, like a pair of peaches. I grab it, squeezing, feeling the tender flesh in my hand. Her body clenches in my hold.

Alnitak grabs her face, his thumb and index finger pressing into her cheeks.

"What are you thinking, Lassie?"

She mysteriously smiles, and the bond between us expands with the limitless giddiness she is experiencing.

"I want both of you to fill me at the same time." She is seeking pleasure and at the same time respecting our needs.

She slightly leans down bringing her lips closer to Alnitak’s stiff rod while her leaking core towards me.

Both of us exchange glances again. Alnitak shrugs his large shoulders. "If she wants i..." the rest of Ali’s words are drowned when Amaia’s lips wrap around his girth.

"Ohhh!" He squeals in pleasure, his hand going to the back of her head and fisting her hair.

The cock twitches inside my boxer shorts, screaming to be let out and find its place. Lifting my hips, I wriggle out of my boxers and hold my hardness.

Her core is already leaking, inviting, ready for the taking. I ease myself into her softness and have to bite down my lower lip to refrain from cursing.

The warmth and wetness that welcome me have my whole body spasming. Amaia is an allure and now I am lost in its soft depths.

Forgotten are every thought, worry, and agony. Only the three of us and our moans exist in this room. My hand lands on her spinal cord, gently pressing her down while I push deeper.

Her insides throb against my invasion, every time I slide out and ram inside her.

The slapping of my flesh against her butt cheeks creates loud music.

She gurgles, every time she takes Alnitak deep inside her mouth.

Her body shakes and then trembles before going slightly lax around my cock.

We don’t even know who came first, maybe all three of us came together in that heady, mesmerised state where we are drunk on sexual pleasure.

Alnitak slowly slides out of her mouth, his puppy eyes flashing Zevran and Erebus; they are watching their mate.

My brother uses his thumb to wipe her lips and mouth.

"You made me cum, lassie."

Instead of answering him, she hisses in pain all of a sudden.

"Are you alright?" He asks, and a crease of worry forms on his forehead while I slide out of her.

Something is wrong. Her body won’t stop shaking.

Did we do something wrong?

Did we overdo it?

Protectively his arms go around her, gathering her in them and plastering her to his chest. His hands frantically clean her mouth.

"Talk to me, Amaia? What’s wrong?" He demands, his face ashen.

I am about to lean in and hold her when I see the skin on her back arch. Instinctively, my hand lands between her shoulder blades. A searing heat seems to engulf her body.

To my utter surprise, the skin on her shoulder blades begins to swiftly tear.

The smooth and unblemishedness disappears, only to be replaced by a shimmering like molten pearl, thinning and filled with glitter.

To my astonishment, something tiny protrudes out. A soft, unfurling of two delicate arches of luminous membrane, fragile as a dragonfly’s and just as finely veined. They are small, no wider than my hands, but they catch the light and fracture it, casting tiny, dancing specks of gold and seagreen.

Wings!!!

They glow with a soft, internal radiance, a gentle pulse that matches the wild, joyful rhythm of my heart.

Newborn, fragile, and utterly, breathtakingly alive. They unfurl and flutter behind her.

Spellbound, I watch them. Reaching with my fingertips to touch the flimsy membrane.

Our mate has just gotten wings with our first mating.

"Amaia! You have wings," surprise coats my words. My eyes lift to find my brother, who is watching them with the same dumbfounded expression as I am.