Chapter 64 Sealing Their Bond

Chapter 64 Sealing Their Bond
Lucienne’s Point of View

I released him, only to pick up where I left off. Soon enough, they were both naked, their bodies crafted to perfection by the Moon Goddess. I watched with pure satisfaction as Cole stroked himself. Marc bent me forward before kneeling down to worship my dripping pussy. My face was now level with the object of my desire—Cole's engorged shaft.

Pre-cum formed on the tip, enticing me. My tongue flicked the tip, tasting him. The rich, smooth taste of chocolate contrasted with the sweet taste of orange. My favourite. Cole groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took him into my mouth.

My hips bucked instinctively when Marc buried his face between my thighs, his expert tongue finding that sweet spot I'd missed so much. He lapped at me with increasing fervour, bringing me to the brink and then backing off, prolonging the delicious agony.

As he slid two lubed fingers inside my back hole, curling them upwards towards my G-spot,   a sound slipped out of me before I could stop it, low and warm, vibrating around Cole's shaft, allowing me to take him deeper until my nose brushed against the trimmed patch of dark curls at his base. He gripped my hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward as he started to fuck my mouth with abandon.

"Fuck," Cole gasped, trying to pull me off him suddenly. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that." I held fast to his hips, not allowing him to pull away from me. His scream of ecstasy as he rammed his length as deep as it could go, and I took it all—his cum pouring down my throat.

It began with the slightest flicker, a tiny shift deep inside, barely noticeable. But like the first domino in a perfect line, it set everything in motion. The tension spread outward in slow, deliberate waves, each pulse of heat tipping the next wave closer to its breaking point. My body trembled, the anticipation mounting with each subtle shift, each movement like the toppling of another domino reverberating through me.

As the waves gathered, the chain reaction accelerated, each sensation triggering another, more intense than the last. The slow building pressure gave way to a rush of heat, spiralling out of control as the dominoes fell faster and faster. It was a symphony of sensations, each one tumbling into the next until they collided in a crescendo of pure release.

My entire body arched as though every domino had fallen at once, and for a moment, I was lost in the sheer force of it, my mind consumed by the cascade of pleasure. Before I could stop myself, a sound—half gasp, half cry—tore from my throat, reverberating in the stillness.

Marc stood behind me, his rigid length pressing against my ass. "I think our girl enjoyed that," he said to Cole as his hands glided over my curves, his calloused palms igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. His thumb gently circled my clit as he eased a third finger inside me, stretching me wider.

A soft chuckle escaped Cole, followed by an impulsive kiss on my lips as he murmured, "Looks like she did indeed."

"Ready?" Marc whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Glancing over my shoulder. Marc's gaze met mine, filled with an equal mix of hunger and affection. I responded with a nod, pressing my backside further against him as he lined up his impressive member at my slick entrance.

Marc's grip tightened on my hip, his other hand firmly grasping his tool, guiding it into my tight hole. Carefully, he pushed his entire length in until he filled me completely.

As Marc bottomed out, I felt a fullness like no other. The sensation was incredible. "I want Cole to enter your pussy; then we can both fill you. Do you want that, babe?"

Words failed me, and all I could do was moan and nod my consent. My body yearned to have both my mates inside me.

Cole, now recovered, wasted no time in positioning himself in front of me. He opened my legs, and with one movement, he thrust into my pussy, before wrapping my legs around his waist. My thoughts scattered like shards of glass, each one slipping away as if they were being pulled into a current. An uncontrollable cry erupted from my mouth.

Marc began to move, slowly withdrawing before burying himself inside me again. Cole matched his rhythm, pushing into me just as Marc retreated. The tempo increased with each thrust, and as their shafts rubbed against each other through the thin barrier of my pussy walls, I found myself sandwiched between them.

My breaths came in short, sharp bursts as they moved in unison, alternating the pace to prevent any end from coming too soon. Every nerve ending buzzed with electrifying pleasure.

"Faster," I moaned, desperate for release. Their grips tightened, taking my instruction as they slammed into me harder, faster. Slick from sweat and arousal, our skin slapped together in a symphony of desire.

"You're close, aren't you?" Marc growled in my ear. I managed a nod, unable to speak coherent words. Cole readjusted slightly, hitting just the right angle, stimulating me perfectly with each delectable stroke.

My body tensed, muscles stiffening in a way I couldn't control, as if my very core was being stretched to its limit.

“Yes!” I gasped. The sensations were overwhelming, crashing over me in waves so powerful I couldn't focus on anything else. My fingers gripped Cole's shoulders, nails digging into his skin, but even that connection seemed distant as my mind struggled to keep up.

"Come for us, Lucienne," Cole urged, his breath ragged. His cock throbbed within me, matching the erratic rhythm of my heart. I clenched around him as the first spasms rocked my body.

My response to Cole's command was immediate and intense. My body arched, the breath escaping my lips in a sound that danced through the air, a melody of ecstasy spilling forth. My heart raced like a wild stallion, and the warmth radiating from within spilt over into a euphoric gasp that filled the room. I cried out, my inner muscles convulsing around both of my mates.

My orgasm started a change reaction, with Marc finding his release first. Cole was soon to follow. We lay twined in each other’s arms, attempting to gain our breath. Cole to my front while Marc wrapped his arms around me from behind. Our post-orgasmic embrace was quickly becoming my favourite position.

Cole led me into the bathroom, a luxurious space filled with the soft glow of candlelight reflecting off marbled surfaces. The centrepiece was an enormous, intricately designed tub that could easily fit a small crowd.

My eyes widened in awe as Cole turned on the taps, the water cascading like a miniature waterfall, quickly filling the tub with steaming, lavender-scented water.

"It's the biggest bath I've ever seen," I admitted, my voice a mixture of amazement and delight.

Cole chuckled, stepping beside me to place a kiss on my mark. The touch of his lips lingered with deliberate tenderness. Shivers of molten pleasure radiated through my core, drawing a breathless moan from my lips, a perfect blend of longing and ecstasy.

"Only the best for you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my mark again.

Once the tub was ready, we stepped in, the warm water enveloping us like a cocoon. Marc pulled me into his lap, our skin slick and warm as Cole and I faced each other. The tension between us reignited, our connection deepening with each shared touch and gaze.

Intimacy took over as we explored each other's desires once again, our passion heightened by the closeness and the soothing water around us. Time seemed to stand still, the outside world fading away as we gave in to the intensity of our bond.

As the water cooled, our breaths slowed, and the frenzy of passion gave way to a quiet tenderness. Cole lifted me effortlessly from the tub, wrapping a plush towel around us both as he held me close. Without a word, he passed me to Marc, who carried me to the bed.

The soft linens welcomed us as we settled in together, the bed enveloping us in its quiet comfort. Marc faced me, our faces almost touching. Cole spooned me with a protective tenderness, his arms wrapping securely around me as if to shield me from the world.

The warmth of their embrace seeped into my skin, and the steady rhythm of their heartbeats thrummed against my body like a soothing lullaby. I felt my breathing slow, my muscles relaxed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a profound sense of peace washed over me. Cocooned in the safety of their arms, I felt whole.

Tonight hadn’t just been about becoming their Luna; it was about rediscovering the pieces of myself I thought I’d lost, hidden beneath the weight of memories and pain. It was about letting love heal the cracks, trusting in the strength of what we’d built, and embracing the bond that tethered us together.

This bond wasn’t just a promise—it was a lifeline, something eternal and unbreakable. As their warmth surrounded me and the quiet night folded us in its embrace, I knew with absolute certainty that no force in the world could sever what we had. With that thought, I let sleep take me, my heart steady, and my soul whole.