The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

Chapter 362: She’s so soft, so ready

"N-Noah... use your fingers instead?"

I pleaded, my head falling back against Fenric’s rock-solid chest.

"No way, I’m going to use yours. You have to feel your insides this time, Little tiger," he grinned, his eyes burning with a predatory hunger.

He leaned over me, looking past my shoulder at Fenric, who was already busy tracing the line of my throat with his tongue. "You’re okay with this, right?"

​Fenric didn’t even look up; he just let out a deep, affirmative rumble that I felt vibrate through my entire back. "Do whatever it takes to make her forget the world, Noah."

​Noah pushed my fingers in, his fingers going in as well, and my back arched off Fenric’s body, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

The sensation of my own touch, forced by his hand, was almost too much to bear. It was precise and carnal all at once, making me hyper-aware of how badly I wanted them to take over.

While he did this, Fenric grabbed my breasts, both hands cupping them and kneading as if they were stress relievers.

"Ah..." a strangled gasp escaped my lips. "F-Fenric," I called.

He brushed his face against my neck, licking and kissing, leaving little hickeys.

"There, you like that?" Noah asked, brushing his thumb against my clit, and my body buckled.

"I... I’m going to cum," I announced, gripping Noah’s arm, but he didn’t stop and increased the pressure of our fingers. "Cu—cumming, Noah, I’m cumming,"

To prevent me from screaming and waking the babies who were snoozing at the corner, Noah kissed my lips, blocking out any sound that I might make.

My entire body literally convulsed as a hard orgasm hit me, racing through my spine, to my fingertips, and to my curled toes.

The back of my head pressed hard against Fenric’s chest, and my eyes rolled back until the pressure finally released.

When was the last time... I had such a powerful orgasm?

I panted, my lips being eaten by Noah as he nibbled.

​"See that, Fish?" Noah turned his head toward Thalor, who was watching from the edge of the furs, his breathing ragged. "She’s so soft, so ready. Come here. Touch her. Feel how she burns."

I watched with hazy eyes as Thalor came closer. I just came, so I felt especially sensitive around my clit.

​Thalor moved forward like a man in a trance. When his cool, silken hands finally touched thighs, I nearly sobbed from the relief of the contrast.

His fingers were smooth, gliding over my skin until they got to my pulsing pussy.

I wanted to take my fingers out, to give room for Thalor’s when Noah pressed them back, saying,

"Now, now, little tiger, we have to make sure you’re nicely spread. You know, there are three cocks waiting to get into you tonight, right?"

My body shuddered. It wasn’t like they were all going to put it in at the same time, so why couldn’t I take my fingers out?

Thalor didn’t seem to mind, and he slid his finger into my wet, sticky pussy, filling the remaining space, and I felt stretched out, a moan escaping my lips.

Then, a loud, wet squelching sound filled the air as he moved his fingers.

"She is... Hot," Thalor breathed, his violet eyes darkening until they were almost black.

​"Then you have to help put it out," Fenric growled, his thumbs grazing my nipples while Noah continued to kiss my lips.

He looked at Thalor, waiting for the fish to make the move. They wanted to see just how well he could satisfy me.

"Go on, Fish. Take the first round. Show us how well you can make this horny tiger scream."

Thalor didn’t need to be told twice. His violet eyes were glazed with a mix of reverence and a sudden, sharp hunger that I hadn’t seen in him in a while.

The last time he looked at me like that was the day I accepted him. He’s been hungry this whole time, and it was time for him to feed.

He shifted, his cool body sliding between my legs, replacing his fingers with the length of his cock.

He pressed the tip at the entrance, and I watched, my body shuddering and anticipating the invasion.

The tip of his cock kisses my wet entrance a few times, and I can see him throbbing. It looked like he would explode the moment he put it in, but that did not stop him from pushing it in.

As he pushed inside, the combined stretch of his girth and the lingering sensitivity from my first orgasm made my vision swim.

"Ah—!" I choked out, the sound muffled against Noah’s palm as he clamped his hand over my mouth this time.

Thalor moved like the tide—slow, deep, and relentless.

Every time he thrust, it felt like he was reaching into my very soul, his cool skin creating a friction against my internal heat that made my toes curl into the furs.

He leaned down, his purple hair falling over my face like a silken curtain, and whispered against my ear, his voice a melodic hum.

"You are so tight, Arinya... I can feel your heart beating against me."

That made me clench harder around him. Why did he have to say that directly into my ear?

It made my entire body feel even more sensitive and conscious.

Noah wasn’t just watching; he was a spectator who wanted to participate. He leaned down, licking the sweat from my collarbone while his hand stayed busy, flicking and rubbing my clit in sync with Thalor’s deep, rolling thrusts.

It was torture.

Fenric, behind me, was a mountain of muscle, his hands never leaving my breasts, kneading them with a possessive intensity that reminded me I was flanked by predators.

"That’s it, Fish," Noah encouraged, his voice thick with his own need. "Make her arch. Make her forget everything and remember just the sensation stirring inside her."

The squelching sound of Thalor moving inside me, mixed with the heavy breathing of all of us, turned the tent into a den of pure, unadulterated sin.

I was being pulled in three different directions—Thalor’s cool depth, Noah’s fiery touch, and Fenric’s grounding weight.

I couldn’t take it. The sensation of Thalor hitting my cervix while Noah’s thumb worked my clit and Fenric played with my dripping nipples was a lethal combination.

I felt the tension building again, faster than before, a white-hot spark at the base of my spine.

"Noah... Thalor... This... cumming..." I whimpered, my head thrashing against Fenric’s shoulder.

It was too much... The pleasure... I felt like I was going to die.

"Don’t stop," Fenric growled in my ear, his teeth grazing it. "Fill her with all you got, fish."

Thalor’s pace picked up, his thrusts becoming shorter and more urgent as he felt me clamping down on him. He let out a low, guttural sound—a siren’s call of his own—and I shattered for the second time that night.