“Yes,” he choked, falling backward onto Xylo’s lap. If Circuli could cry, by the expression on Odelm’s face, he would be bawling like Selena did whenever she broke down. Zirene could tell how much this honor meant to him. Tonight was a defining moment for the once-severed male.
“Congratulations, nestbrother.” Xylo beamed, patting his shoulder. “We shall lead together.”
“You better lead your way to cooling this burn,” Selena growled. “My body is on fire, and I need one of you to stop dragging your feet and do something!”
Zirene’s purrs intensified as he released her clit, making her whine an unintelligible complaint. He picked up his lovely Nova and pulled up his loincloth, revealing his erect cock for all to see, then placing her on his lap once again. He hissed as she squeezed his manhood between her legs, soaking it with her core.
“We will ease you, don’t worry.” He gripped her nightgown, ripping the flimsy material apart, careful to avoid her fragile skin with his claw.
“My gown!” Selena gasped in protest.
“A small price to pay for what I have planned,” Zirene chuckled, throwing the shreds behind the couch before taking full control of the situation. “I assure you, Nova, I will buy you plenty more to replace this gown.”
The one thing he loved about the nightgowns Odelm had bought was that they were easily replaceable. He had sent Agent Bryeca to buy out the clothing merchant’s shop and pay for a replicator pattern to be made, so he could order an identical gown whenever he ‘accidentally’ destroyed one.
CEG law prevented the sale of replicated products to protect artists and designers, and only a few species possessed the replicator technology. It was expensive and impractical for even the upper class to use a replicator.
But for Selena, the cost was worth it. She was gorgeous—in mind, body, and soul—and something about her curvy frame in the thin-strapped gowns, crafted from a thin fabric that barely reached her knees, tempted his control. It was hard for him to keep his paws off her, fighting a constant inner battle of wanting to touch her.
Many nightgowns had been destroyed in the process
“You’re lucky that wasn’t the one I bought her,” Odelm quipped.
“You heard our female,” Zirene announced, ignoring the male as he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. “She wants us to please her, so let’s do so as a unit.”
“What do you have planned?” Odelm asked as he climbed off Xylo’s lap.
“Each one of us will play a different role.” He chuckled as Selena squirmed and ground herself against his cock. “Odelm and V’dim will massage her feet while they wrap their tentacles around her legs, squeezing them to prevent her from moving. Xylo and Z’fir will suck on her nipples, molding her breasts with your hands as you allow your vines to spread your moss’ pollen all over her body.” He flicked his tail up and down her lower belly, enjoying her reactions as he teased her. “We are going to show her exactly what it feels like to burn.”
Zirene smiled when the four males didn’t object. Then he placed his paws onto her hips, stilling her frantic movements as she tried to please herself. The Circuli shared a momentary glance before obeying, all four pairs of glowing eyes focused on their nestqueen.
“Oh, Stars,” she moaned as the Wudox males latched onto her hardened nipples. Her back arched as if she was offering herself to them to ravish.
Zirene held her stomach as he snaked his paw across the ticklish spot between her lower abdomen and the curve of her hip. She squirmed as if that might alleviate her distress and desperation in her current position.
She was theirs.
Theirs to worship.
To please. To protect.
To both follow and lead.
No matter the reason, Selena was the center of all their lives, and this was the time to prove it to her once again. Their backgrounds, social status, and upbringing held no weight in this exact moment, for they were a clan, united by the shared female who balanced their lives.
Zirene may not have held the same sort of connection that bound the other four to her, but he was hers all the same. He knew his place, as they all now did.
With his guidance, she had declared her Favored, bringing the clan closer than ever.
“Zirene, please!” Selena pleaded, snatching his cock as she tried to lift herself.
He hissed. The pleasing sensations from her silky hand's grip enthralled him, tempting him to throw his plans to the wind, teasing his will not to hold back. Any other moment, he would have thrown her down and taken her in front of them all.
There may still be time for that later, but this instant was all about her.
Here she was, sitting on his lap with her two Ulax males massaging her feet and preventing her from thrashing, and her Wudox males suckling her breasts, rubbing their bright pollen all over her.
All of the spots along her gorgeous body were glowing as they displayed her emotions brazenly. They phased from a pleasing violet to a passionate purple, sometimes flickering to a flirty pink. Since Zirene couldn’t hear what her Circuli males did through their bonds, he depended on her spots to convey what she was experiencing.
They never lied.
Cupping her nether lips, Zirene caressed her slit, feeling her slickness covering his pads as he traced her valley. His lips found her neck, and she squirmed in his embrace; her desperate moans were like music to his ears. She worked his cock—either out of frustration or to tempt him to use it. He couldn’t pause to think, for his sense of control was dangling by a thread. His fellow clan brothers kept him barely grounded by taking part in this.
Zirene slid his fingers over her increasingly drenched slit, using one hand to spread apart her nether lips as his other paw continued to stroke and tease her clit. He moved his fingers down to her silky, wet heat and carefully
