Ranan’s larger body presses against my backside, and as I watch, he takes one cock in hand and drags it through the slippery mess between my thighs, slicking it. He notches himself at my entrance, and then presses in. And…gods. It’s glorious. I gasp as he pushes into my channel, and his cock feels enormous and thick. The other brushes against my thigh, and I reach between my legs to touch it and press his length against my pussy even as he feeds the other into me.

He hisses with approval, then grunts as he seats himself to the hilt inside me. His other cock pushes against my hand, and I drop my elbows, pressing my cheek against the blankets so I can use my hand on him.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Shockingly good,” I breathe. I want to flex my hips, to try to get comfortable with what feels like the world’s most enormous prick spearing me to my core, but the feel of him brings its own sensation. My skin prickles all over with awareness, and I can feel his every twitch. It’s like we’ve become one.

And I’m very, very thankful for the sacred pot.

Ranan strokes my back with one hand, even as he pulls back to thrust again. “My wife.”

“Yours.” I feel dreamy with bliss, and when he surges into me again, I want to stay in this moment forever. I feel good. Sexy. Wanted. “All yours.”

I work his lower cock again and he groans, pushing against my hand. My grip is awkward due to the angle, and it doesn’t feel like enough. “Can I put my legs together?” I ask him. “Will that bother you?”

He makes a tortured sound and one hand tightens on my hip. “The flotilla could fall apart and it would not bother me in this moment.”

Smiling at the thought, I bring my legs together slowly, and as I do, I rub the slick length of his cock between my thighs and grip it. It changes how everything feels—now he can’t plunge as deep inside me, but when he thrusts forward, his second cock shuttles between my tightly-pulled-together legs. “Is this better?”

“All of it…is good,” he answers, voice thick. “So good…” He sinks deep again, squeezing my arse as he does.

“But is this how your people do it?” I ask, my toes curling when he bottoms out inside me.

It steals my breath away and I forget all about making this as good as I can for him, because my own pleasure gets in the way. Keeping my thighs rigidly together increases the friction on my pussy, and when he thrusts his second cock forward, it drags against my cunt. The head pushes between my thighs and I press it up so it can rub against my clit when he moves again. My whimpers turn into choked cries as he works me relentlessly, and when an orgasm quivers up my legs and spirals through my body, I welcome it. I cry out his name, clenching around his cock, and Ranan’s gritted curse tells me he feels my body reacting. I wring every bit of rapture I can from his thrusts, until I’m so sensitive between my thighs that I have to move him away or it’ll drive me mad.

“Amazing,” I wheeze, when I catch my breath.

“You…I felt that,” Ranan says, his hands roaming over my back. “That was incredible.”

By the gods, it absolutely was. My toes want to curl again when he twitches inside me, and I feel every bit of it. I move my fingers between my legs, seeking out his second cock. The head of him is slick with seed, but not enough for him to have come. He’s still hard inside me, too. “You didn’t come.”

“Not yet. I’m enjoying myself.” His thumb grazes the cleft of my ass.

“Is that how your people do it?” I ask him again, drowsily curious.

Ranan pauses. “Women of the seakind have…two entrances to receive a mate.”

Two wombs. Two channels. Whatever you call it, I’ve only got the one…but I’ve also got a nice, erotic imagination. “So do I, if you think about it. And we’ve got plenty of oil.”

He goes still over me. “Is…is that something you would want, Vali?”

“We could try it. I don’t mind trying. We can see if it’s something we both enjoy. If you want to, that is.”

He makes a pained sound, as if the very thought is almost too much for him to take in. “I would try it, aye. Bury myself in both of your wet heats? I would love to.” He skims a hand along my buttock again. “It wouldn’t harm you?”

I chuckle. “Not if we grease everything properly.”

“You truly are the most amazing of wives,” he tells me. “To think I found someone so eager and willing to take me, all of me…”

He sounds amazed, like he’s not handsome and gorgeous and rich and thoughtful. He doesn’t realize that I feel like the lucky one. That I should be sending a dozen fish to Vor every day in gratitude for bringing Ranan into my life. We’re still figuring each other out, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I want to spend the next fifty years of my life figuring him out. “I’m the lucky one.”

“To have a tongue-tied boor of a mate?” He scoffs at the thought.

“You can’t help it,” I murmur, arching against his touch as a bit of oil is dribbled into the crease of my backside. A moment later, his fingers are there, teasing at my back entrance. “And we’re getting better at figuring each other out…ooooh.”

He presses something into my arse. It might be a finger. Might be a thumb. It just feels big and invasive and intriguing all at once. Ranan plays with the pucker of my arse for a time, easing first one finger and then adding a second and stretching things. All the while, he tells me how beautiful I am, how enthusiastic and clever, and how I’m the perfect bride for him. All the while I wriggle and moan under his fingers.

“You think you’re ready to take me?” he asks after I’m squirming once more.

I nod.

He pulls his cock from my body, leaving me hollow and aching. Behind me, there’s the sound of wet oil being slicked over his cocks again, and then his cock is at the entrance to my body…and at the entrance to my backside. He presses in slowly, pushing against my body’s natural resistance even as I try to relax and bite back my whimpers. It doesn’t feel bad, just…strange. Different. My body relaxes, letting him sink in, and then his other cock is filling my cunt.

Ranan presses forward, and I feel very…full. Perhaps overly full, but as he pushes into me, I notice that every sensation is heightened. Even breathing in feels like an explosion of nerves. I can feel Ranan’s every twitch, the pulse of his body. And when he moves forward and then draws back to gently thrust into me, I let out a sobbing breath.

“Good?” he asks, voice tight.

I have to think about it for a moment. Do I like these new sensations? The strangeness of it is melting away, and I’m left with trembling, breathless enjoyment. Of my body stretched taut. Of being pierced doubly by the man I just married. It’s the most wicked and fascinating sensation.

Aye, I’m enjoying it. I manage a nod.

And when Ranan slides a hand along my front to gently rub at my clit while he pumps into me with short, shallow thrusts, I come undone. I float on a sea of sensation, climaxing again as he thrusts into me twice over.

I’m dimly aware of his movements growing erratic, his hips jerking and his control shattering, and when he comes, his entire body quakes over mine. Ranan falls over me, caging my body in his arms even as he continues to work my clit. I have to grab his hand and twine his fingers with mine to get him to stop.

“I…came…” he announces, breathless. He sounds as dazed as I feel. “That was…amazing, Vali. You are incredible.” He squeezes my fingers. “You…did you enjoy that?”

Did I enjoy that? “I think at one point I came so hard I nearly blacked out, so aye, I enjoyed it.”

He chuckles and squeezes me tighter. Then he sighs and gently eases off of me from where I’m collapsed in the blankets. When his body leaves mine, I feel a little raw, a little achy, and used. A good used, I decide. I roll onto my back, trying to find the strength to get up and clean off after sex. To my surprise, Ranan brings a towel and water to me. “I’ll take care of you, my bride. Let me tend to you.”