Throuple Novels & Stories

She blinked. "The Thorne betrothals were useful because they produced three political bonds simultaneously. One marriage to the mother produces nothing except a Luna I did not select through any process that holds weight with the council and three daughters who are now legally my stepdaughters, which means I have three extra burdens, no four; plus you. Which also means my sons are now legally their step-siblings, which means the original arrangement does not survive contact with basic family law.” She opened her mouth. “Additionally, have you ever thought, what if they have had sex? If I get married to you, it means the siblings once had sex with themselves. A gross taboo!”

“Two again… but I need one more. Please, Daddies… give me three.” Noah moved in front of me, kneeling on the couch cushions. He grabbed my hair and fed his long, curved cock straight into my mouth, pushing deep until he hit the back of my throat. At that exact moment, all three men began moving together. Triple penetration. The sensation was indescribable. Mason thrusting up into my pussy, Ethan pounding my ass from behind, and Noah fucking my throat in perfect rhythm. Every hole was completely filled and being used without mercy.

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It had been a few days since the big brunch and the pile of furs. Things in the house felt strange. On the surface, the triplets were being better than ever. They were always there, always touching me, and always making sure I had everything I needed. But there was something underneath it all that felt off.

THIRD WEDDING, RIGHT GROOM PART ONE: THE ALTAR CHAPTER 1: THE THIRD TIME "Miles Morretti, do you take Lila Clement to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Miles opened his mouth to answer. The chapel doors banged open behind us. Two hundred heads turned at once. I didn't have to. I knew the sound of that door. I'd heard it twice before, at two other weddings, in two other white dresses. The first time, a wedding coordinator had knocked on the bridal suite fifteen minutes before the ceremony. Valeria had fallen. There was blood. She was alone at the hospital. It had turned out to be a paper cut.