Dusk had already stolen the daylight from our windows when the cabin door opened. Anton was the first to step inside, dressed in a simple shift. His cock swung heavily as he moved, pushing the thin fabric forward. Kelt was next, dressed alike, and I noted that he wasn’t so aroused. Finally, Jared, who was both alpha and champion, stepped through the door.

“Good evening, champions,” I called.

“Good evening,” they replied in unison. “And good evening to you, knife-bearer,” Jared added. Jamie didn’t speak, but he nodded to each of the champions in turn. I couldn’t imagine he was happy about the events to come, but he’d have to get over it, because it was happening whether he liked it or not.

“Are the champions prepared?” I asked, glancing at the various bulges in their robes.

“We are,” Jared said first. He shrugged the robe from his shoulders and approached the bed, his muscular figure illuminated by the last color from the sunset-burned clouds. “Is the Progenitor prepared to do her duty?”

“I am ready.” More than ready. Jared reached forward and opwnwd my robe, leaving me naked, and already very excited. The bed creaked and the mattress shifted under his weight; he positioned his knees between my ankles. I chewed gently on my lower lip, a huge thrill sending delicious ripples through my body, and I imagined the moment of penetration.

Finally, Jared’s face was above mine, his body supported by two thick and muscular pillars. His erection brushed my thigh; the smooth head pressed against my lips, seeking a way in, and when I rolled my hips, the head ended up exactly where I most needed it.

He pushed gently and slid into me; a muffled squeak escaped from my nose, and then the rest of my breath was pushed from my lungs as he slid deeper, filling me in one cautious movement.

“Oh, my . . . uhh.”

“The Progenitor approves?”

What a stupid question! “Yes, the . . . Progenitor . . .” Hell, that feels good! “. . . approves. Please continuuue . . . uhh.” He’d already started moving, withdrawing, before pushing deep again. I slid my hands down to the small of his back and used gentle pressure to urge him back into me each time he pulled back. My feet lifted from the bed, rising higher with every thrust, until my heels were bobbing in the air, inches away from my hands.

And as I lay there, pinned down by this muscular hunk, two other bodies appeared on either side of the bed, proudly erect. My eyes shifted left and right, enjoying the sight of each of them in turn, and in between, Jared’s gently smiling face above me. I grunted and groaned with the effort of taking his hardness into me each time. The swollen head ploughed deep into my sensitive passage, the thick shaft rubbing and stretching me over and over. Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs, forcing it out as a tight and urgent wail.