Chapter Three: Trials Toward the Desert

Nearly overwhelmed with all the emotion, the connection both mental and physical with all of the companions feels so right, so encouraging. It's like they've been together their entire lives, not just the short amount of time they've known each other. And the physical connection...Lo has never felt so close to anyone before.  Sigurd's lick on her neck and collarbone is so comforting, and Cirro pressing up against her with...something hard...well. It's so warm in the circle, but her body still shivers. Very weird.

Holding onto her staff still, Lo tries to refocus on the connection. Whether it's just her or if all of the companions are feeling the same way, it's getting much harder to think about anything other than the physical connection. It's so nice to be so close, it makes her want to press her body up against them even more...right, focus on the connection. Oh but she is...

Sigurd felt a chill roll up his tail into his spine, he couldn't feel any breeze through his fur so it was obviously something different. As he gently licked at Lopiena's neck the instinct to clean her, taking great care his tongue made its way across her collarbone and moved lower until he felt the perk of her breast roll under it.

There was a waft of combined scents as a gentle wind kicked up. All three of his female companions. There was another shiver up his spine and a ripple in his front. Slowly his canine member emerged from its sheath pulsing with its engorgement. As he straightened himself, continuing to lick at her neck, his arousal pressed against her as it continues to swell.

Was it the closeness? The moon? The ritual? It didn't matter, Any shyness in the group was apparently gone.

Feeling Sigurd's tongue on her neck and collarbone is so comforting, so beyond comforting...somehow she knows this cleaning is as much a part of bonding as any ritual. As his tongue continues down to her beast, she gasps in pleasure and her body automatically lifts towards him. Whether it's the cold or something else, a shiver runs down her body and the moisture betwen her legs starts going into overdrive. The feeling of something hot and hard rising against her is...well. Somehow, whether it's the connection, the ceremony, or just natural instinct she knows what that is and what to do with it. Shifting one foot closer to him, her legs open just a bit and she slowly, caressingly rubs her moisture against him.

With the connection still quite strong among the group, the feelings of arousal were also spreading. It was beginning to blend so well that it was difficult to tell if the arousal they were feeling was their own or if it belonged to another. Eventually it seemed to be everyone feeling and sharing the feeling all at once.

Jacquelyn's focus glowed even as her nipples hardened and her mound moistened. She smiled to herself at the feelings spreading among them. She had been through this ceremony many times and it always amused her that arousal was one of the most common shared feeling. Though she had to admit, she'd never done the ceremony with such a large group. It would be interesting. With this connection it was clear to read the feelings shared amongst them. Though the others were less experienced with this so it would be unlikly that they could distinguish ones feelings from their own, she was used to this so it was easy to pinpoint each indiviual in the group.

It was clear that the lycan and the half-elf were mates. They connected glowed with deep reds and blues swirling around them. They're trust and love clearly very strong (a love that spread among the group which would no doubt cloud the thoughts of the others). Lopiena and the fairy boy were a different story. Not mates, not yet anyway, but there was a connection there. Jacquelyn saw it as a warm pink glow. They're aura's were innocent and amorous. Though there was also a similar connection between the girl and the mated pair. That's an interesting surprise.

The gnome was the interesting one. He glowed a bright yellow but had hints of passion about him. Curious. A change in the colors caught Jacquelyn's attention. She focused back on Lopiena and noticed her glow was changing to a deeper red. A red that seemed to be spreading to the lycan. This night could be even more interesting than she could have ever anticipated.

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The feelings of arousal were spreading, that was for sure. Ashwyn could feel her moisture beginning to drip down her legs. She clutched at Sigurd and Zane's hands, squeezing her thighs together to create friction, which only seemed to increase her arousal. She heard a wimper and it took her a moment to realize it came from her.

Sigurd stopped mid lick the moment he felt Lopiena press herself against him. A heavy breath escaped his nostrils, he could feel her heat against him. Shifting his hips and bending his knees slightly he pushed his bestial shaft between her thighs, letting it's length massage her lips. He was afraid that his girth would be too much for one so small, but there was no reason they couldn't enjoy the friction... He shuddered feeling her wetness lubricate his movement between her thighs but stopped his movements to allow her to take the lead... It was her ceremony after all..

Gasping in pleasure at the feeling of Sigurd's shaft between her legs...he's so big!...Lo is almost overwhelmed with passion right away and a soft moan escapes her lips. Although she'd made the first move, she hadn't actually expected him so respond! His movement causes her body to rise and shift slightly back in response, causing her to rub against Cirro. She'd almost forgotten he was there with everything she's feeling with Sigurd, but as her backside rubs against Cirro she can feel his hardness against her. Normally being between two males in this way would be shocking for her,  but with the connection they're all feeling it feels so right! Head pulled back in pleasure, she finds the small of his throat tantalizingly close...he smells spicy somehow, like some herb she can't quite identify. Reaching back a bit, her lips trace the underside of his chin while her body moves against Sigurd. Hands trembling against her staff, all she wants to do is feel her companions in a whole new way...shivering in ecstasy, she gently leans her staff against her shoulder again. Hands now free, she reaches into Sigurd's fur and starts stroking whatever is within reach on one side while simultaneously reaching behind her and stroking Cirro, tracing between his hardness and his hips, seeking the line of his trousers to get inside them.

Jacquelyn caught the flare of aura instantly and smirked. Well, the little druid wasn't as shy as she seemed to be. As she clutched at the men next to her, Jacquelyn moved further into the circle. Breaking the circle would break the spell, so she made sure to keep physical contact with those in the circle. She allowed her focus to drop against her bare chest and reached out to grab hold of Ashwyn.

Ashwyn was getting feedback off of Sigurd and Lopiena's arousal and it was driving her crazy. She gasped in shock when she felt the druid woman's hands on her pulling her forward but she was so far gone in her lust that she welcomed the physical contact.

Jacquelyn clutched at Ashwyn's breasts causing the half-elf to moan outloud. The older druid dropped to her knees and pulled one of Ashwyn's legs up to drape over her shoulder and immediately ran her tongue along the length of Ashwyn's dripping lower lips.

Ashwyn gasped in shock and pleasure at the feeling of a tongue between her legs. She leaned backwards into Sigurd and moaned loudly. With one hand she reached over her head and clutched at Sigurd's fur, and the other hand found Jacquelyn's head and entwined in her hair.

Jacquelyn groaned into Ashwyn's mound, enjoying her taste. Not one to leave anyone out, She reached behind her and pulled Zane forward.

Zane had been lost in all of these overwhelming feelings that when he was grabbed and pulled forward he lost his balance. He fell forward over a bent Jacquelyn, who wasted no time in spreading her legs and positioning Zane's iron hard member.

Despite being an intellectual, Zane was also a man. It didn't take him long to take hold of Jacquelyn's hips and push forward until his erection pushed into the woman's warm sheath causing him to groan.

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As Lopeina reached back to Cirro, he groaned without even meaning to. He felt the druid woman next to him move further into the circle and it was hard not to miss Ashwyn's loud moan. With Jacquelyn in the center of the circle and very occupied with Ashwyn and Zane, Cirro's hands were now free. He reached forward and clutched at Lopeina's hips, rubbing his clothed crotch against her ass.

When he felt her hand reach back and began rubbing him he groaned again. He could tell she was seeking out the top of his pants and it was as though all rational thought had left his head. He quickly removed his pants and shirt and pushed his very hard erection against her rear. It settled in the crack of her rear and he thrust gently against her. One hand clutched at her hip while his other moved around to take hold of one of her breasts.

Sigurd was panting softly, Lopiena's scent was driving him forward. His ears twitched hearing Ashwyn's moans and his eyes snapped to check that the gnome was minding his positioning. Watching Jacquelyn tend to his mates needs caused his tail to wag quickly. Wanting to feel the sweet embrace of the inside of a female he pulled his cock from her thighs and fell to his knees.

Trailing his tongue from Lo's naval to the nape of her neck, Sigurd let out what could be described as a mixed sigh growl. He allowed his member to angle upwards and rest the pointed tip on her lower lips "don't get to carried away sprout...you won't be able to handle it all.." he said in a husky whisper before pushing his pointed tip slowly inside, the gradual taper of his head made its entry easier. When the ridge of his head disappeared he stopped again letting her take control.

Feeling Cirro's bare skin and hands rub against her backside, then her hips and breast pushes Lopiena over the edge and her entire body shudders as the wetness between her legs redoubles. Gasping and groaning aloud, she presses herself against Sigurd while feeling Cirro's hardness press against her. Feeling Sigurd move, then change positions...his tongue quickening the incredible experience, the tip of his shaft just barely caressing her lower lips...and what was that about not handling it all? Her emotions are already over the edge, is that what he meant? At first she doesn't fully understand what he's doing, but it becomes oh so clear when he pushes the tip of his shaft into her. When he stopped just before her barrier she almost groaned in disappointment. She wanted this...oh so badly...pulling Cirro along so his weight helps her push, Lo widens her legs to allow Sigurd into her. Holding Sigurd with one hand while holding and pressing Cirro's hand on her breast, she carefully lowers herself onto Sigurd, relishing the feeling of his shaft within her. As her barrier is pierced and the scent of blood mingles with her arousal, she cries out in pain...then incredible pleasure! Closing her eyes and moaning in ecstasy, she slowly moves up and down his shaft, going just a little further with each downward thrust as her body tries to adjust to his girth. She's so tight it's a struggle at first, but his tapered end makes it so much easier. As her barrier rips to shreds leaving blood on Sigurd's shaft, she continues to hold Cirro against her back...feeling his hardness between her legs behind her, she widens her legs again and leans forward just a bit, presenting her anus to Cirro as her lips seek Sigurd before her.

Jacquelyn's skill with her tonugne had Ashwyn moaning steadily, easily the loudest among the group. She was using Sigurd for support while she was pushed closer and closer to her end, but when Sigurd dropped to his knees, Ashwyn lost her balance and tumbled into the sand. Jacquelyn  didn't miss a beat and followed her down, pulling both legs up over her shoulders and digging her tongue deeper inside. Ashwyn's head landed against Sigurd and the shock of the fall caused her to open her eyes. She looked up just in time to see Sigurd's impressive length disapear inside Lopinea. She groaned at the sight and watched with wrapped attention as it pulled in and out of her, unable to take her eyes away.

Jacquelyn moaned into Ashwyn's folds as Zane forced himself inside her again and again. It had been decades since he'd been with a woman and he was making up for it with vigor. Jacquelyn's tongue pulled out of Ashwyn's depths and focused on her overly sensitive nub while it was replaced by her fingers. The returning moan told Jacquelyn  that Ashwyn appreciated the depth of her fingers.

Cirro was about to passout from all the stimulation. Just being able to hold Lopiena was amazing enough. He watched in fascination as she mounted Sigurd's far larger member. He was just glad that he was allowed to continue touching her. But when she bent over and presented herself to him... well, he nearly met his end right there. Terrified of hurting her, he reached under her and scooped some of her impressive liquid and carefully used his finger to stretch her out. Once she was sufficiently loosened, he pushed against her. He moved painfully slowly (Ack, bad turn of phrase) inside her until the head popped in. Then he froze, letting her take the reigns until she was perfectly comfortable.

Sigurd felt resistance and then sudden release coupled with the scent of blood and the sensation of Lopiena's tiny body wrapping around his throbbing shaft. He moaned low in his throat as she recieved more and more of him with each movement. It wasn't until she had taken a quarter of his length that he felt the entryway to her womb kiss the tip of his cock. Bottomed out he made sure she wasn't going to force him deeper by wrapping grabbing her hips and gently controlling her movements. Such a small woman would be split in two if she pushed it any further.

His ears were overcome by the symphony of ecstasy around them, he found Lopiena's searching lips and kissed her deeply, which was a little more difficult with his snout.

Arching her back and crying out loud with overwhelming passion, Lopiena's body shudders again as she's pushed over into something entirely new. It's better than anything she'd ever dreamed of! Feeling Cirro take her own moisture and stretch her out a little is weird at first, but feeling his hardness press into her makes her shudder in ecstasy again. As she moves up and down Sigurd's shaft, her body rocks up against Cirro and slowly accepts a little more of him with each movement. Each thrust pulls another moan from her lips; this is so much more than she'd ever experienced before!

Feeling Sigurd reach the end of her hurts just a little and she's almost embarrassed that she can't take more of him, but all pain and humiliation is washed away before it can even register in her mind. This connection, this companionship...it's so much more than simply physical, or even emotional. Where she ends, he begins...where he begins, she continues. Shuddering again, almost screaming now as she goes over the edge a third time, Lo pulls Sigurd and Cirro even closer, pressing against them both, wanting to feel more of them, wanting every inch of them to cover every inch of her. Sigurd's deep kiss is met with such passion there's barely any awkwardness with his snout, and when he pulls back for air she responds by leaning in and biting him as if she can read what the females of his tribe do through their connection.

So many intense emotions was overwhelming , but even more so to Zane. He was never the type to be with the ladies and although this was not his first time with a woman, it was the first time in a very very long time. And Jacquelyn was quite skilled with her nether regions. It wasn't long before Zane groaned and released his seed deep inside the druid woman. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he landed in a heap on the sand.

Feeling his length leave her, Jacquelyn smirked. "Well, that didn't take long." She chuckled. She gave another long lick to Ashwyn's lower lips before crawling up to be even with her face. She held Ashwyn's face and locked their lips together.

Ashwyn moaned feeling another's lips against hers. She'd never kissed a woman before but she found she liked it very much. She wrapped her arms around Jacquelyn and returned her kiss with equal energy.

The women exchanged saliva for a while longer before Jacquelyn pulled back. She looked up at Sigurd as he pushed gently into the much smaller woman. "Why don't you let the kids play, big boy, and come so us girls some fun?" She asked playfully, wiggling her rear as emphasis.

Sigurd chuckled between moans, Lopiena's biting was more of the males job, she was probably picking up his impulses. Feeling her writhe on him with her tightness he had to bite back his more primal self. The way he body spasmed around his member told him what she wanted but a voice pulled his attention, Jacquelyn was beckoning to him to join them. He nodded slowly before turning back to Lopiena, kissing her sweetly "Mmmm sorry sprout... You don't get the best part... Not tonight anyway" he winked, licking her neck one more time before drawing himself from her well stirred loins almost reluctantly.

Turning his attention to Jacquelyn he knew he didn't have to restrain himself with her. As she presented herself to him he noticed that Zane's seed was still dripping from her, normally this would bother him but tonight, it would just help guide him in. In a half crouch crawl, Sigurd approached behind the druid woman like a predator stalking prey. He took his position behind her and tan his tongue up her spine. The tip of his cock drooled with excitement as it pushed its way inside her, the white liquid of the gnome seemingly being pushed out to make room for his girth.there was a deep shudder in his hips and a bit of surprise as the bulk of his canine member was accepted. Much like the smaller druid Sigurd's tip touched the woman's womb, but unlike Lopiena, Sigurd felt the very tip of his prick push slightly past. Another wave of excitement shook his body as a jet of pre escaped his tip.

Moaning at the loss of Sigurd inside her, Lopiena almost falls forward in longing as he turns away...but Cirro is still inside her, and her movement pulls at his shaft within. Groaning at the feeling of him moving inside her, she presses and rubs at his hand still holding onto her breast. Placing her other hand on the earth for balance, she barely notices anything other than the intense passion she has for him. The circle may be broken, but whatever the spell did to enhance their desires for each other is being carried by Lopiena herself now and she wants to feel him in any way she can. Pushing back against him, her body moves in rhythm with his, craving his touch...yearning to please him, desiring nothing more than to help him feel the incredible feelings that threaten to overwhelm her again. As her moisture drips from between her legs to the ground, she almost laughs...her body and everything within belongs to the earth, and everything without now belongs to the one holding her. Her skin yearns for his touch...taking his hand again, she starts rubbing his hand across her body from her breast to her wetness and back again, stroking herself with his hand as she pulled at his shaft with her body.

As Sigurd pulled away, Cirro realized that he and Lo were left to their own devices. He was overwhelmed by her tightness but he had a desire to feel her heat. He carefully pulled out of her and turned her to face him. He leaned in to kiss her lips while he pushed his length inside her wet cavern all the way to the hilt. He was briefly worried that his size compared to Sigurd but hoped he could be at least somewhat satisfactory to her.

As she pawed at him he knew that it didn't matter. He held her close and crushed his lips against hers as he thrust deep inside her. The powers of the circle still pumping through them all.

Jacquelyn moaned deeply as Sigurd pushed his way inside her. "Mmmm, that's more like it." She groaned. She pushed back against him, encouraging him to keep filling her. Meanwhile her fingers still worked in Ashwyn's folds causing the half-elf to writhe beneath her.

Ashwyn's eyes fluttered open at Jacquelyn's moans and she saw Sigurd pushing into her. The sight of his strong body over her made her shutter as she climaxed on Jacquelyn's fingers. She was panting heavily until the druid woman pushed her forward a bit and dove back between her lower lips and began sucking on her engorged nub. Ashwyn moaned loudly and pawed at her own breasts, her eyes locked with Sigurd as he pushed deeper into the druid woman.

Surprised at first when Cirro pulls out of her and turns her around, Lo responds to his kiss with as much passion as she can convey. Though she knows nothing of the art of kissing she can figure it out pretty quickly, and that one passionate kiss from Sigurd had taught her much. Flicking her tongue between her lips to taste him....he tastes the way he smells, delicious and slightly spicy...Lo moans and nearly bites down on his lips as he buries himself inside her. He was much smaller than Sigurd, true....but where Lo had to be careful, slowly inching down Sigurd's shaft, stretching herself a little at a time...here she could feel Cirro's body fully, taking in his entire length all at once. Moaning with the passion of feeling all of him move inside her, Lo finds her hands grabbing him, rubbing him, pawing at him with every movement. Already almost at her climax, her body shudders again as the moisture explodes around him, her inner muscles clamping around him...ohhhh that felt nice. Experimenting with tightening her muscles, Lo tries to convey her passion using any means possible...

Sigurd growled deep in his throat as he slowly started rocking his hips. Lopiena felt good but to be able to go this deep felt amazing. Watching Jacquelyn go at Ashwyn drove him nuts. His tail wagging, he pulled almost all the way out until just the rim of his head stopped his exit and then drove himself in hard feeling resistance against his tip again. His head was still swimming from the ritual but now he was being spurred on by animal lust.

Ashwyn didn't think that things could get more erotic or pleasureable than when she was Sigurd one on one, but this whole situation was blowing her mind. Watching Sigurd's strong body moving against Jacquelyn was the most amazing sight she'd ever seen.

Meanwhile, Jacquelyn was moaning into Ashwyn's folds. She dug her fingers into the half-elf woman and sat up to look at Sigurd over her shoulder. "Oh, you can do better than that dear. Show me how strong you really are." She winked at him as she shoved back against him forcefully, gasping at the feeling of him slamming against her inner walls.

Cirro gasped as Lopiena's body contracted around him. It was an incredible feeling and one that nearly made him explode. He managed to hold off, though he's not sure how. However, when she was experimenting with her own muscle control he couldn't hold back. He groaned low in his throat as his body shook and his member erupted inside of her, unable to hold back any longer.

Growling he didn't know if Jacquelyn knew what she was asking... With a little grunt he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked up the pace jackhammering into her pussy with primal fury, panting heavily. If she wanted everything he could muster, she was gonna get it.

The force of Sigurd's thrusts pushed Jacquelyn forward and the older woman moaned loudly.Though she was tight, it was clear she had experience taking something as large as Sigurd.

"Oh, that's it." She said, still ramming her fingers inside Ashwyn. She shoved back against him and felt his knot growing. "Oh yes." She moaned, pushing back against it. "Ever knotted a woman before, dear?" She asked him with a smirk. She had a feeling that he hadn't since his mate wasn't of his kind. "Shove it in me. Fill me with your cream, wolf boy." She taunted, squeezing her inner muscles ever tighter around him.

Hearing Jacquelyn speaking in this way heightened Ashwyn's arousal and she felt her own muscles contract as her juices gushed out around her fingers and she shouted in pleasure, throwing her head back.

Sigurd took her words like an order and gave one more big thrust. Feeling his pointed cock breach her inner walls and clamp down on him nearly sent him over the edge. His hips pumped as his knot began to swell, it was true he had never knotted a female before, and he was excited to do it for the first time.

She was right though Ashwyn wouldn't have been able to take it. He noticed his hips were slowing down, his knot had swollen and locked himself inside Jacquelyn's pussy. The tightness around his entire member caused one final earth shattering shudder as he unloaded deep inside her womb.

There was a sensation he had never felt before, he could feel his own heat wrapping around him self inside her and he had the impulse to arch forward and bite her shoulder but kept himself from doing so. But by the gods did it feel good.

The intense feeling of heat inside her made Jacquelyn moan loudly. "Ohh yeaaah..." She moaned as she was filled to bursting with his hot seed. His knot locked them in place and kept his heat inside of her, but she had other plans with it. She looked down at a panting Ashwyn beneath her, then glanced over her shoulder at Sigurd. He was obviously tired, but she knew from experience that lycans had amazing stamina.

She pulled with all of her might forward. With her expert muscle manipulations she was able to extract herself from his knot with a soft 'pop' sound. The moment his knot pulled out, his semen gushed from her open lips. Wasting no time, she crawled over Ashwyn. "Time to learn something new, dear." She said before straddling Ashwyn's face and leaning against her lips.

Ashwyn's eyes widened at the shocking sight, but still a bit high off of the emotions from the circle she didn't hesitate. Sigurd's musk was strong as she leaned in and ran her tongue the length of the woman's lower lips. His seed tasted the same, warm and somewhat sweet, but it was somehow stronger in his hybrid form. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew what ingesting this fluid would do to her and it somehow made the feelings even more intense. As she pleasured Jacquelyn, she dug her heels into the sand, which caused her legs to spread, exposing her dripping mound to Sigurd's hungry gaze.

Panting, Sigurd was drained and the sudden jerk off his knot startled him somewhat. Watching his seed pour from the druid he couldn't have fathomed what happened next. Watching the older woman straddle Ash's face sent another pang of excitement and vigour through his body, he saw his opportunity when his mate spread her legs to him.

Without hesitation he buried his wolf cock into her pussy and let his pulsing knot grind against her lips, he began his rythmic pumping, pulling her legs around him. Sigurd had never felt so sexually charged before in his life and if anyone deserved the brunt of it. It was Ashwyn.

Having never been with a woman before, Ashwyn was very inexperienced. But she learned quickly and the taste of Sigurd on her tongue only spured her on. Feeling something touching her legs she suddenly realised what Sigurd waa doing. She moaned into the folds above her as her lover, her mate, pushed deep inside her. In this form he was so much larger than she was used to.

While one hand remained on the druids thigh, she reached out with her other hand, seeking out Sigurd's body to clutch onto as he pushed into her. Her legs clung to him as he pushed in and pulled back out, over and over. She could feel his knot against her and though she feared it's girth, she also had a burning desire to take her mate and allow him to breed her. It was a carnal desite that she couldn't quite explain.

She pulled back from the dripping lips hovering over her to lean around and look at the man she loved. "S-Sig... P-please.... Make me yours... Take me completely. Please?" she asked, her voice little louder than a pant.

The druid woman chuckled. "You have spirit, dear. I admire that." she reached behind her and with one hand spread Ashwyn wider for Sigurd and the other hand stimulated her clit to distract her from the inevitable pain. Shr looked at Sigurd.

"Go for it, big boy. She can take it." she winked.