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There was no way to keep the tremble out of my voice as I asked them, “What is the way?” I shouldn’t have. Instinctively, I felt sure that in asking the question, I was moving a step closer to agreeing to whatever the insane idea was that was in their minds.

“The way?” Mischa had a puzzled look.
 

“The way you can defeat the spell or whatever it is. The thing that enables you to have contact. Physical contact.”

Bernhard said, “We each have to taste the mate.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. If she is a compatible mate, after the taste, we can have full contact with her and the shift won’t come over us.”

“Do you know any… any of your kind for whom this has actually worked?”

I looked at Bernhard. Then Mischa. He looked away. Then Benjy. His brow furrowed and he looked hurt.

I asked Bernhard again, “Bernhard?”

“No.”

Still, a taste. That wasn’t too much of a risk, surely. A lick from the warm tongues of three hot hunks of billionaires, how bad did that sound? I held out my wrist.

They all looked at me.

It was Mischa who spoke. “No, Maxi. A
taste
.”

My heart banged in my chest, hard. He meant, no he must have meant something else. I looked from on “So, if the taste works, then what?”

“Then we would mate with you.”

“All of you?”

Slowly they all nodded. Their eyes sparkled and shone. I had trouble breathing.

“If it… if it
worked
, both parts I mean, you’d need me… the mate, to carry the…” I was becoming hot and very flustered.
 

Gently Bernhard said, “You’d carry the cubs to term. It’s seven and two-thirds full lunar months. About seven months of the Gregorian calendar. You’d give birth, usually to between three and five cubs.”

Mischa’s eyes gleamed. “We would hope that you’d stay to raise them to maturity.”

“That’s seven years,” Bernhard’s face glowed. He was almost smiling. “But we’d really hope that you’d have more litters.”

“If it worked,” my voice juddered like I was in a freezing blizzard.

All their heads were low, their nostrils wide and looks of raw hunger ignited their eyes. Bernhard leaned across the table towards me.

“I really hope you’ll say yes, Maxi. We need it for the line, but that aside, I really want you.”

“Me, too,” Benjy said.

Mischa’s voice was thick and low, “I want you very much. I want you to be our mate, I want you to stay and mother our cubs and I want you to stay on with us.”

Benjy and Bernhard nodded enthusiastically.

“What do you say?” Benjy asked.

Bernhard urged me, “Please, Maxi. Please be ours.”

After a long pause, Mischa began to talk about financial arrangements, endowments, trust funds and cash, about property and support. I held up a hand until he stopped.

“No,” I said. “I won’t do it, I couldn’t do it for the money.”

“It’s a lot of money,” Benjy said.

“Be QUIET, Benjy,” said Bernhard.

Mischa’s voice was tense, “We don’t even know if it will work.” When he looked at me, his eyes seemed sincere. “I would love it, I would love nothing more than for this all to work out with a beautiful fairy-tale ending.”

Benjy was about to speak but Bernhard and Mischa both held up their hands to cut him off. Mischa went on, “Believe me, Maxi, I could imagine no more beautiful or perfect a princess for our fairy story.” His eyebrows lowered, “But we can’t be certain if this can ever work, let alone with you, Maxi.”

I was determined. Mischa’s words had stirred up all of my conflicting feelings, but I saw the path I had to take.

“I won’t do it for the money, or all of the gifts and riches that you offer. You could double it and it still wouldn’t buy me.”

Their faces all lengthened.

My heart was in my mouth, “No. I’ll do it for you, Benjy.” And my pulse was hot and wet in my panties. “And for you Mischa. And I’ll do it for you, Bernhard.” My mouth was dry.

“Well,” I said, trying to moisten my lips, “let’s do the test.”

The big doors in the atrium led to a room stone-walled room with a huge heavy table in the center. In the flickering candlelight glow, it was true, I could only tell the brothers apart when they spoke.

The light made the brothers’ size and their chiseled features even more dramatic and a warm, honeyed scent drifted from the candles. The brothers chose Benjy to take the test first and I agreed.

Bernhard and Mischa both were a little more mature in their manner than Benjy, so would be better able to restrain him. “If things were to go awry,” was how Mischa put it.

My stomach fluttered and palpitated as I slipped up onto the table. I licked my lips to moisten them and nervously touched my neck. I looked at the three men in turn and sat back. My fingers shook as I slowly slipped my knickers down over my thighs and off.

The three men’s heads all lowered and peered forwards. My stomach shook as I lifted the hem of my dress. Mischa’s tongue slipped across his lips. Then Bernhard’s. Benjy’s eyes blazed as he pulled off his shirt. His broad shoulders and huge solid chest rippled and his golden skin glistened in the flickering glow.

My heart pounded and my mouth dried as he came towards the table. My knees, high and wide apart, shook. The soft flesh inside my thighs trembled. The heat of his breath as he bent towards me made my hips jerk and shudder.

My breasts heaved hard. Benjy’s head dipped between my thighs. His breath on my mound and my petals made me shake. My fingers slid over the wood of the table as they stretched and clawed.

His hot, damp panting tantalized the tops of my thighs as he breathed with passion, “Maxi, you’re so beautiful.”
 

At the touch of the firm, wet flex of Benjy’s strong tongue my muscles all clenched and a low ‘
ahh
’ was forced from my throat. His tongue flicked from the bottom of my canyon, in between my swollen lips and slowly up to the base of my buzzing clit.

Dimly from the edges of perception I was aware of Bernhard and Mischa leaning closer in. I felt more than saw the warmth on their faces, the flames in their eyes.
 

I bit my lip. Inside, a storm of sensation leapt and swirled through me. Now that I felt it, I wanted his tongue all the way inside me, I wanted it all over me. My nipples hardened and stung. I had a delirious urge to pull on them and stretch them.

In his throat, Mischa made a low, approving noise. I didn’t dare to move. The risk of some parts of Benjy and I touching the wrong way or in the wrong place terrified me but the force of effort to keep still made me tremble violently. His tongue slid up inside me and I moaned.
 

I felt more than heard his sighs of pleasure, his moans of greed as he fed, feasted on me. My pulse beat through my mound and my core and a current like electric sparks flashed from my nipples, through my stomach and all the way down to my vibrating walls.

Benjy’s tongue flattened in my chasm. He stretched my wings wide. As his wet mouth met my wet petals, I had to fight against the urge to grab his gorgeous, tousled hair and pull him into me. I gasped and moaned.

Currents and waves of tingling trembles rolled through my body as Benjy’s tongue slid firmly through and up my canal. He pressed and slipped around the fleshy hood and taunted my buzzing nub. Then he slid down and inside.

His tongue, his massive, long, lapping tongue, stretched all the way up through my portal, up to the soft spot at the front. I writhed as the tip found the spot in the folds of my walls. I couldn’t keep my feet from slipping stamping. My toes curled and flexed and my back arched.

Dare I risk closing my thighs around Benjy’s head? Hugging him into my wet, yearning pussy? Bernhard’s feet scuffled a slow dance of impatience. I knew that there was a serious purpose, but I didn’t want to lose the snaking sinew of Benjy’s tongue inside me.

From the way that he explored me, opened me and filled me, Benjy didn’t want it to stop either. Bernhard leaned in to touch Benjy on the shoulder.

“I know you’re having a wonderful time, Benjy and so is Maxi, but we need to know.” Benjy nodded. With his tongue still inside me. The tide of sensation rose and splashed.

Slowly, reluctantly Benjy moved his head away.

“Maxi,” Bernhard said, “Lie back and stretch out your right hand, as far as you can.”
 

“Okay,” I said, breathily, “Give me a moment.” I touched my throat, dragged my fingers through my hair. Squeezed my needy breast. My hands slid down to my mound. But then I did as Bernhard had asked.

“Benjy, stand back as far away as you can. Lean over and take Maxi’s hand. We’ll be either side of you in case…”

Mischa said gruffly, “In case we’re needed.”

My arm flopped out across the table. Benjy stood almost by the wall and bent forwards with his arm stretched out fully. With my head on one side my eyes met his. I bit my lip and his brave smile glowed in the glimmering golden light.

The other two stood either side of him. His fingers touched my palm. The crack of electricity banged through my whole body and a copper taste of fear vibrated on my tongue.

Benjy’s fingers buzzed in my palm. Sparkling mist swirled around his hand. Mischa was about to pull him off. Instinctively I called, “No! Wait,” as my fingers closed around his. I saw his eyes moisten. His other hand came to wrap mine.

The vibration in his hand was strong and excitable, the pulses were weird, uncanny. But his hand didn’t change shape. His fingers remained flesh. He didn’t sprout fur or claws.

His eyes were definitely wet as I clasped his hands in both of mine. Mischa and Bernhard hung back as Benjy surged forwards. I pulled myself up to meet him and he flung his arms around me.

He peered into my eyes with a look of wonder and amazement. When he kissed me, my whole being felt like I floated, like the law of gravity was suspended. Pulling me hard to him, his great pecs crushed my big, soft breasts.

His mouth sealed on mine and his breath and mine danced together. We kissed deep and long. The whole of me felt swept away and enveloped in his immense hug. We broke when Bernhard and Mischa started to applaud.

Mischa and Bernhard shook hands and embraced, and then they embraced Benjy. Bernhard said, “Are you happy for Mischa to try now?”

The look in Bernhard’s eye resounded in my fluttering chest. I bit my lip as I nodded. Settling back on my elbows, I resumed the position to give access and opportunity to Mischa.

Like with Benjy, he first touch of Mischa’s tongue between my weeping folds was electrifying. My pelvis jumped involuntarily. As his knowing, skillful tongue pressed, parted and probed me my stomach rolled and bursting sets of excitement swelled and brimmed within me.

Again I felt I must keep still in case the wrong kind of a contact set off a shift. My core thrummed as he slathered me into a quaking lather. When he sucked rhythmically on my clit, popping me in between his sensual lips, I flexed and cried out. The mounting crests of tension climaxed and I had to hold myself back from grabbing him.

So it was with Bernhard, although watching his stern face slide down between my thighs and feeling the bang of shock when his tongue touched my lips was almost too much for me.

He flicked me with the tip of his tongue then he suckled me with his lips. I could have begged him to stop, he made me crest so many times. When his long, hide tongue finally penetrated me, I felt that I had turned to water.

He dragged his wet muscle hard at the top of my entrance and forced it tight against the inside, far and deep at the fluttering front. Like the early signs of a gathering storm, winds of sensation rushed through me this way and that. My nerves lit up in sets like lines on an illuminated metro map.

When he flicked up to spin his tongue around me inside, I slammed my arms out either side on the table and I lay back. He pressed upwards and I went over like a waterfall busting through a dam.