Ember 25, 2999 | 3:09 PM – Grakka's Quarters, Ironhowl Kin Territory
The heavy tribal bed groaned under the weight of want.
Shiro's towel hit the ground first. Then Grakka's.
They moved like they were alone in a storm—gripping, gasping, devouring each other. His hands were under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he dropped her back onto the mound of furs, spreading her legs wide with one motion.
"Show me," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Show me I belong to you."
He leaned over, their foreheads nearly touching.
"You already do."
And then he buried himself in her.
Hard.
Grakka arched like lightning had struck her. "FUCK—Shiro!"
Her cry hit the walls, echoing like a war horn. The furs shifted beneath them, rippling from the pressure of his thrusts.
Outside the cracked door, Lena stiffened. "Oh gods…"
Zarrah's breath hitched. "They're—he's all the way in her stomach."
Rena didn't speak. She just bit her lip, sliding a hand between her legs, hips shifting.
Back inside—
Grakka wrapped her arms around Shiro's back, pulling him deeper. His hips crashed into hers with thunderous force, their rhythm more battle than love now. Sweat clung to their skin as their auras began to pulse—hers a crimson tide, his a gold storm.
Then—
Boom.
The wall trembled. Glowing runes flickered.
Lena cursed, eyes wide. "They're clashing auras again—damn it."
She snapped her fingers and layered another wave of protection over the room, shielding the rest of the house.
Inside, their spiritual energy surged.
Shiro growled through clenched teeth. "You can take it?"
"Fuck yes, keep going!" Grakka's voice cracked, feral and shaking. "Don't hold back—I want all of you. Break me if you have to!"
He lifted her leg higher, changing angle—then slammed back in so deep, she choked on a scream. Their souls bucked together like twin beasts. Aura met aura in a storm of raw, cosmic heat.
Outside—
Rena moaned quietly, fingers moving faster under her robe. Her tails twitched violently as the raw energy rolled through the floorboards.
Zarrah's hand moved under her waistband next. "He's making her lose herself…"
Lena, biting her nail, finally gave in. She sat down, legs open, fingers sliding down between her thighs, eyes never leaving the glowing crack in the doorway.
Rena whispered through a shaky breath, "They're not just fuckin'… they're becoming one."
Inside—
Shiro's hand pressed Grakka's wrists into the bed as he drove into her again and again, growling low. Their bodies collided with slick, savage rhythm. Her nails raked his back, leaving welts that healed mid-motion.
"I love you," she panted, barely able to breathe. "I love you so fucking much."
Shiro kissed her with fire. "Then take this love."
His aura flared gold and hers burst red—colliding into a wave of primal pressure that made every rune in the room glow white.
Lena's eyes widened as she felt it. "Shit—again—"
She reinforced the walls a third time, sweating.
Then—
Grakka convulsed, hips spasming, voice broken into a half-scream, half-moan as the pleasure overwhelmed her body and spirit. Shiro followed, biting her neck, growling into her skin as he came deep inside, pulsing hard, claiming her completely.
Their bodies locked.
Their auras fused.
The room went silent.
Then—
Crack.
One of the bed legs snapped under them, and the frame slammed crooked into the floor.
Lena blinked. "Told y'all…"
Zarrah and Rena were flushed, breathless, thighs soaked, hands still between their legs—unable to look away from the two glowing bodies tangled in each other like gods in heat.
Grakka lay twitching under Shiro, eyes wet and dazed.
He kissed her jaw.
"You still alive?"
She smirked. "Barely. Worth it."
Outside the room, the girls stayed quiet.
Watching.
Wanting.
And knowing…
They'd be next.
3:27 PM – Grakka's Bedroom, Ironhowl Quarters
The shattered bed frame let out one last defeated creak beneath them.
Shiro hovered over Grakka, both of them glowing faintly in the dim room, sweat-slicked and panting, their chests rising together. Their auras still pulsed in sync—hot gold tangled in stormy crimson, flickering with the scent of power, sex, and tribal incense.
Grakka's thighs twitched, her voice hoarse. "That… was a fuckin' ritual."
Shiro leaned in, kissing her gently this time. "A rite. A claim. A gift."
Then he froze.
He noticed it now.
Eyes on them.
Three of them.
The door had quietly opened wider.
Lena stood first, breath shaky, hair wild from how hard she'd been gripping it. She was already halfway out of her dress, flushed and barefoot.
Zarrah's top was off. Her red skin glistened with sweat, her fingers still stroking slowly between her legs. She met Shiro's gaze, biting her bottom lip.
Rena… sweet, playful Rena… looked nearly drunk off desire. Her jade top was undone, tails flicking madly, thighs soaked. She knelt at the edge of the bed, hands on the furs, chest rising and falling like she'd just sprinted through a thunderstorm.
Lena's voice broke the silence, sultry and slow.
"…I told myself I'd let y'all have your moment. I really tried, Shiro…"
She stepped forward, eyes glowing faintly.
"But this energy you two stirred? It's driving us wild."
Zarrah climbed onto the ruined bedframe next, crawling up beside Grakka with a lusty grin. "You said we'd be next, right?"
Rena purred, "I think we've waited long enough…"
Grakka didn't flinch.
She didn't get jealous.
She looked at Shiro… then at them… and smiled, breathlessly.
"Fuck it… come worship him with me."
Lena let out a low moan as she tossed her dress aside, straddling Shiro from behind and kissing the nape of his neck, nails grazing his abs.
Zarrah kissed Grakka, slow and deep, before trailing her tongue down to her breasts.
Rena crawled in between Shiro's legs like a fox-starved thing, her mouth already latching onto his thigh.
Grakka gasped, but chuckled. "Careful with him, girls. He's still mine."
Shiro grinned. "Then they just makin' offerings to the queen."
And what followed… was debauchery wrapped in love.
Mouths and fingers moved in tandem.
Grakka rode his mouth while Lena bounced on his face, the two moaning in duet. Zarrah and Rena took turns between his legs—licking, sucking, tasting him like sacred nectar. Their auras began to twist together now too—Grakka's red thunder, Lena's arcane velvet, Zarrah's shadowy lust, and Rena's foxy jade.
The air buzzed with magic and moans.
The walls glowed, symbols shifting from Lena's earlier reinforcements. She reached out mid-thrust, layering another buffer around the ceiling just in case.
"I swear—" she gasped, hips grinding—"you're gonna turn this fuckin' building into a crater."
Zarrah giggled. "Then we rebuild—with a bigger bed."
Rena moaned into Shiro's thigh, her tongue flicking his tip, "I don't wanna rebuild… I wanna live in this moment forever…"
Shiro grunted, gripping Grakka's waist as he thrust up into her again. "Then hold on…"
And he delivered.
The rhythm turned feral. Unrestrained.
Grakka kissed Rena as she rode him, tongues tangled, moans shared.
Lena and Zarrah kissed while rubbing against each other above him, hands exploring, magic sparking at their fingertips.
And when he finally released again—deep inside Grakka, her name breaking from his throat like a howl—it triggered a chain reaction.
Lena came seconds later, body arching as arcane pulses rolled through her spine.
Rena collapsed, twitching against Grakka's shoulder, gasping her name.
Zarrah let out a deep, throaty cry, clutching her own breasts as her orgasm rippled from seeing them all connect like that.
And in the heart of it all…
Shiro lay beneath them.
Spent. Grinning. Surrounded by love and sweat and wild, messy affection.
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4:01 PM – Aftercare | Grakka's Lounge
They lay in a heap on the broken bed, wrapped in fur blankets, bodies tangled and breath soft.
Grakka curled against his chest like a lioness guarding her mate. Lena spooned his other side, murmuring little spells of comfort. Zarrah traced circles on his chest, head on his thigh. Rena, snuggled on his legs, yawned and kissed his ankle.
"I feel like my bones don't even exist no more…" Zarrah whispered.
Lena muttered, "Good. You won't need 'em tonight either."
Grakka exhaled, satisfied. "That felt like… more than a claim."
Shiro stroked her braid. "It was. Y'all ain't just mine… you're part of each other too now."
Rena giggled sleepily. "We're a damn kingdom now."
Shiro chuckled.
"A beast king and his goddesses."
The lights dimmed naturally.
And together, they drifted into the deepest, most peaceful sleep of their lives.