The Whorehouse Oracle (9 page)

Artim gnashed his teeth together.
“Then fill him and stretch him for us.”

Khal moaned at the touch, his body
stiffening against Tyron’s. “Please, Tyron. Hurry.”

Tyron’s fingers shook as he applied
more of the lubricant on his own cock before tossing the tin to
Artim. His triad brother covered his cock and then tossed the tin
to the floor. Tyron knew it was pushing Khal too far, too fast, but
the need betwixt them was too great to ignore their
pleas.

“
Enter him. Slowly. I want
to watch you stretch his ass wide,” Artim said lowly as he
continued to pump his thick cock.

Tyron didn’t waste any time, sensing
Artim’s control was at its limits. He lifted Khal up slightly onto
his lap and pressed the head of his cock against the rim of Khal’s
entrance. Khal cried out as a fraction of an inch disappeared into
the void and stopped against the thick band of nerves holding him
tight.

“
Go on. Claim him for us,
Tyron.” Artim’s breathing was heavy, his eyes half-lidded with
lust.

Tyron lifted his hips and released
Khal’s weight some to allow the oracle to slowly sink onto Tyron’s
cock, at the pace Khal wanted. Khal’s head fell back as Tyron
entered him, a long, languid moan coming from his lips. The sound
was beautiful to Tyron, a song he planned to bring to Khal time and
time again.

After a few measured strokes, Khal
took all of Tyron’s cock inside him. The oracle was impaled and
breathing hard through the pain he more than likely felt. Tyron
didn’t move, allowing the male to grow accustomed to the feel of
his cock, knowing there would be little time before more pain was
added.

Artim couldn’t seem to be able to wait
another moment. He crawled onto the end of the bed and angled his
cock head to Khal’s entrance. Kneeling before Khal’s body, Artim
pressed his cock against Tyron’s and just inside the tight
entrance. “I know you’re untried, but I can’t wait. If it’s too
much, tell me. I won’t hurt you more than you can
stand.”

Slowly, inch by inch, Artim surged
into Khal’s body, Khal moaning with each length, his body taut,
like the string of a bow. Tyron slowly pumped his hand along Khal’s
cock, trying to help ease the pain with the taste of pleasure. Khal
cried out a few times, but was able to take them both.

When Artim was as deep as he could go,
he released a long, shuddered breath and paused for a moment.
Tyron’s body shook with the need to move, to fuck their mate like
he’d never been fucked before, but they needed to let the male
accept their dual insertion before letting loose. And even then,
they’d need to be careful and watchful of Khal’s needs.

Khal’s eyes were closed tight, his
heart beating so rapidly Tyron could feel it against his own chest.
Sweat beaded along Khal’s brow and made his skin
glisten.

“
Are you alright?” Tyron
whispered in Khal’s ear.

“
It’s almost too much.
Almost. And yet, not nearly enough,” Khal said. “The pain makes me
feel alive, but please, give me a moment.”

Finally, after what felt like hours,
Khal moved his hips. The silent plea for more was all either of
them needed. Artim pulled out and crashed back in, Tyron joined him
on the next blow.

Khal met them stroke for stroke. The
oracle held on to Artim’s heavy biceps as if he were holding on for
dear life. His head rested on Tyron’s shoulder, his body taking
their pounding. Moans came from his lips one after another, the
volume telling them what he liked most. Their mate was made for
them, taking their cocks deep even though he’d never been taken as
such.

Tyron worked to keep up with Artim,
who was like a male possessed. He took Khal roughly, stretching the
oracle’s ass wide with every stroke of his cock. Tyron wished he
could see where the three of them met, their two cocks deeply
embedded inside their mate, but the sensation was more than
enough.

There was also the tie to Artim now.
Tyron glanced at the male, knowing how hard this must be for him.
Artim must have sensed Tyron watching and looked up to meet the
stare. Something softened in Artim’s gaze, and Tyron knew they’d
bridged a gap that had always been there before. Khal had brought
them closer, not driven them apart as Tyron had worried.

Now they only needed Smythe to make
this claiming a full one. Khal was theirs, forever.

Not that they’d necessarily
asked.

Chapter Eight

Artim knew what Tyron’s stare meant
and couldn’t fight the truth in it. They were full triad brothers
now, having taken the mate that was theirs. That look had made him
realize together they’d shared something that changed their world
forever, and Artim knew the experience had been all the better for
the passion they’d just shared. He’d not have felt this sense of
belonging had Tyron not been there, no matter how tied he felt to
Khal.

All his fear of sharing Khal had been
for naught. Together, they were pleasuring their male in a way
greater than Artim could have alone. Together, they’d continue to
please him, master him, and protect him from harm.

Together, as it should be.

Artim nodded to Tyron, words
impossible in that moment. At least to Tyron. Later, they would
talk. Now, the only talking would be about pleasure, and their
mate. Artim looked down at Khal, the source of his greatest
pleasure.

“
Look at me, little one,”
Artim growled, needing to see the male look at him. “I want to see
you looking at me when you come again.”

Khal obeyed Artim’s demand. He slowly
lifted his lashes to stare at Artim. Artim’s body tensed further as
their link intensified with that look. He pumped his body, his
pain, his passion, everything he had into the male. Khal took it
all and returned it, the pain diminished and the passion
heightened.

Artim gave it all and Khal took it,
without fear. When others had left Artim feeling emptied, Khal made
him feel a peace he’d never expected. The rough strokes of his cock
from the beginning morphed into gentler, firmer pumps of his flesh
inside their mate. He was still a demanding lover, his pace
frenzied. His need was too great to hold back.

He was being selfish yet again,
knowing he pushed Khal’s boundaries, but he needed Khal with a
fervor he’d never experienced.

Khal reached up to cradle the side of
Artim’s face. “I want it all, Master.” Was Artim so transparent to
their mate? Something inside Artim broke; Khal had shattered him
and put him back together with the coaxing of his body. But it was
more than simply a physical connection. They’d become one. All of
them, all three of them, one.

Smythe. He’d been left out of this,
and suddenly Artim felt shame for that. They needed to take Khal as
a triad as soon as they could. Artim needed to build that link with
Smythe.

Artim leaned the side of his face into
the gentle caress, knowing their connection was healing him. He’d
been forced into this triad, forced to share … and forced to be
exactly where he needed to be.

For the first time, he felt he
belonged.

A weight came off his shoulders and he
gave all of himself to Khal with each and every plummet into his
body, not just the pain, but the happiness, the little bits of joy
he’d experienced in his life. Those things now belonged to Khal, as
he would be one of the sources of happiness in his life from this
point forward. He turned his head to kiss Khal’s hand, wanting to
somehow soften the fast and furious strokes of his cock. Because
Artim couldn’t slow.

He’d too long waited for
this.

Tyron suddenly yelled out and
stiffened under Khal. Seconds later, Artim could feel the hot
splash of Tyron’s cum filling their mate. Khal followed almost
instantly, his untouched cock jerking and spraying jism between his
and Khal’s stomach. The heat of Tyron’s seed, along with the spasms
of Khal’s ass around them, pushed Artim over the edge.

His sac tightened in an instant, his
body tensing, and he came with a roar, filling Khal’s ass with its
second load of cum. Artim continued to fuck their mate’s ass,
milking every last drop of his huge load.

When it was all over, and they’d all
been emptied, Artim looked down at Khal, still filled with both
cocks. Khal’s gaze was drowsy, his head lolling back against Tyron.
Artim leaned down to kiss Khal’s lips and whisper,
“Mine.”

****

Khal smiled at the whispered word
coming from Artim’s lips. After all the months of visions of the
triad, he’d known all along he was theirs, but doubt had clouded
his mind at the start. Hearing Artim confirm what he’d known all
along made him fill with joy. From the moment the trio had rescued
him from the whorehouse, their fates had been sealed. Artim had
worried him, but now, all was as it should be. Now, he’d only need
to be claimed by the whole triad and they’d forever be
tied.

He’d never thought he’d be worthy of a
triad. He still had niggling doubts. A whore was unclean, but these
two had helped to make him feel whole again. He only looked forward
to all four of them finishing what had been started.

Artim slowly rolled to his side,
taking the two of them with him. Lying together, with both male’s
sluggishly withering cocks still inside him, he couldn’t ignore the
feelings of submission he now felt. Artim had shown his dominant
side, and hopefully that would be the start of more mastering. Khal
had liked being told what to do and he hoped they’d make more
demands of him.

Better for him to hint at what he
wanted and see if they’d follow his meaning. “Master, have I
pleased you?” Khal lifted one of Artim’s hands to his lips and
kissed the knuckles as he looked at the male.

“
Very much so,” Artim
answered drowsily.

“
Good, because I’d hate to
be punished for not doing as you’d like. But then again, maybe I
wouldn’t hate it after all. I can’t be sure.”

Artim’s eyes opened wide, and he
suddenly didn’t seem so sleepy. Artim’s cock also grew slightly
firmer. “Disobey me and we’ll see how much you dislike it. Or
not.”

Khal smiled. “I’d be very naughty if I
disobeyed you,” Khal looked over his shoulder at Tyron, who’d grown
very still and very quiet. “I’d be naughty to disobey any of my
masters.”

Tyron rolled his hips, his cock
getting slightly firmer as well. “A naughty sub would have to be
dealt with, of course.”

A tremor ran down Khal’s body, but as
he moved, he realized how sore his ass was from their dual
penetration. “I’ll have to be good today as you’ve both ravaged me.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be naughty so you can punish me.”

“
I think we’ve gotten more
than we bargained for in our mate, Artim,” Tyron said with a
chuckle.

Artim nodded, the first real smile
Khal had seen coming forth. “I would have to agree, Tyron. I think
we’re going to have to keep this one under lock and
key.”

“
Chains. Even better,”
Khal added with a wink.

Tyron pulled from Khal’s ass, and
Artim followed. After they’d left him, he only wanted them back
inside him, no matter how sore he was.

Tyron rolled Khal to his back and
hovered over him. “All kidding aside, we’ve never truly talked
about this mate business. The assumption has hung in the
air.”

Khal looked down, nodding. Doubt
swelled in his chest again. Would this be the moment when they told
him he wasn’t good enough?

“
We’ve simply taken you,
assuming you’d … submit. From the moment I looked at you, I knew
you were ours for the taking,” Tyron said.

“
I felt the same. I knew
who you were the minute I saw you,” Artim added. “No matter how
much I wanted to fight it.”

“
I know I’m not what you’d
really want in a mate. I’m unclean.”

Artim lifted Khal’s chin with a
finger, turning Khal to face him. “That isn’t the reason I fought
it. Taking you, claiming you, with Tyron and Smythe would be me
submitting to the triad’s will. I’ve been here, with them, their
brother in name only for so long. Not admitting I wanted you, and
was willing to share you to have you, was my way of fighting the
connection I shared with them, not the connection I shared with
you.”

Khal felt a pain in his chest, and
knew the broken brother had destroyed the last of Khal’s defenses.
He was accepted, for the good and the bad, taken as their mate. He
would have his triad, three males to love and protect him, just as
he’d always wanted.

Tyron cleared his throat. “Artim,
you’ve been more than my brother in name only on this trek of
ours.”

Artim frowned. “I can’t necessarily
say the same from my side. I’ve been going through the motions from
the moment the three of us were paired. Now I see how selfish that
was. Thanks to Khal. And you.”

Artim reached over and grasped the
back of Tyron’s head and pulled him forward. He pressed his
forehead to Tyron’s and closed his eyes. Khal felt the intimacy of
the moment and knew what he was witnessing was magical.

“
Brother, I’m sorry I
denied you so long,” Artim whispered.