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This story was written as a patreon flash fiction for Tygacat3891. It contains sexual acts between a trio of consenting adults. :3

Eighth Time's the Charm

"O-one more..."

Joseph groaned as he heard those words whispered from somewhere close to his left ear, his heavy eyelids fluttering open moments later as he felt warm lips and sharp teeth close around the tip of that same ear, nibbling and nipping playfully at the tender flesh. The dim light of the bedroom was still bright enough that he had to blink a few times before the world slid back into focus, and by the time it did so the shape looming over him was gone. The lion rolled over onto his side, unable to keep from growling in delight as he was greeted by the view of a plump, rounded ass and a long, golden brown and black speckled tail sweeping up through the air in front of him. Between the thighs that rested beneath those beautiful globes he could see the glistening of arousal, and upon the thighs themselves streaks of the same fluids in various states of engrained dryness from the night so far. Again he heard that voice, albeit a little further away now, whispering yet again.

"Just one more time, Tanner. Please."

Another groan rang out from just beyond where the cheetah's ass was resting in the air, and a deeper voice called out to Joseph.

"Jo. C-can you get things started? If I try now, I... I think it'll fall off."

Pulling himself upright, the lion chuckled softly and reached out to playfully tug at the tip of his wife's tail.

"Sure. C'mere, kitten. Let's have some fun till we're all ready to join in with the main act."

He heard Simone whimper and mewl in giddy excitement, but she didn't move away from the tiger over whom she was currently resting. In fact from the sounds that followed Joseph was fairly certain his husband and wife were making out, and when finally with a wet smack their lips parted once again the cheetah confirmed her reluctance to even begin fooling around with only one of them playing an active role.

"Mmh... j-just, just hold me, Tan. Just hold me w-while... while Joey..."

She raised her ass higher still and wiggled it encouragingly to the lion. Joseph smirked and shuffled closer to that beautiful sight. Closer and closer until he pulled himself up onto all fours and found his face almost directly between those sweet, plump ass cheeks. He grabbed at the base Simone's already raised tail, tugging gently upon it to ensure it remained out of the way, and leaned in to run his tongue between his wife's buttocks. Already he could taste cum, Tanner's the most fresh, on the pucker of her ass. Salty cum, and sweet, strawberry flavoured lubricant. Their favourite for nights like this.

The cheetah cried out plaintively in delight as she felt one of her husband's tongues wriggling against her rosebud, wrapping her arms around the strong figure lying before her and mewling as he embraced her in return, planting soft kisses and tender licks across her flushed, wide eyed face. He beamed up at her, and whispered sweet encouragements, loving words that even her heat stricken mind could process.

"Does it feel good, kitten? Tell me. Tell me how it feels."

Tanner's cock had been soft even as he made out with his needy, lust stricken wife, spent and frankly a little sore from the multiple prior occasions it had risen to the occasion to assist in, one of them having concluded barely fifteen minutes before now. As Simone clung to him and began to describe the feeling that Tanner knew all too well himself though, the tender yet firm touch of Joseph's lips and tongue to the sensitive flesh of an asshole, he felt himself beginning to engorge once more. As she moaned and whimpered ever more desperately, half the time answering his gentle questions and half the time rambling about how madly she wanted the baby they were both so diligently working to give her, he found himself growing ever more ready to assist in giving his wife what she wanted. Again.

A wordless growl from Tanner as he and Simone broke another passionate kiss was all it took to let Joseph know that he was ready again. The cheetah cried out as she felt Joseph's tongue withdraw from where it had been so eagerly, teasingly delving into her rump. Any dismay or anguish in that sudden lack of sensation was soon replaced by a giddy mewling of desire and a squeal of laughter as Joseph grabbed Simone by the ankles and dragged her legs out from under her, the two men rolling the whimpering cheetah onto her side and sliding into place with her sandwiched between them.

"O-oh... my boys..."

Simone gasped, knowing exactly what was coming as she felt one of Tanner's hands on her leg just below the knee and one of Joseph's upon her thigh, the two of them lifting her leg together and thus granting themselves and their husband alike better access to the parts of Simone boiling and raging with insatiable desire. It had been the tiger who had taken her in the ass last time round, but this time it was Joseph who pressed his cock to her lube and saliva slickened pucker, and this time it was Tanner's cock driving hungrily into her slick, clutching pussy that drove Simone so wild with heat stricken lust that Joseph's member was able to slip into her in unison with Tanner's with absolute ease.

After that, Simone didn't speak. She didn't even try. She just screamed, and snarled, and writhed and grunted and shrieked as her two husbands fucked her as long and as hard as they had been all night long thus far. It might have been the tiger's cock throbbing deep inside her pussy that was quelling the raging fire of her heat most effectively, but feeling both her lovers inside of her at once had and would always be the surest way to drive Simone out of her mind with pleasure.

"Tanner's gonna breed you good, momma cheetah..."

Reaching around the shrieking, thrashing cat and rubbing her belly as he fucked her ass with all the force his eager yet weary body could muster, Joseph's eyes shone with lust as he stared over Simone's shoulder at the flushed, panting face of their husband. The tiger groaned, eyes wide and desperate as he glanced from his beautiful wife's pleasure stricken face to the equally gorgeous, equally overwhelmed expression upon his husband's maned features.

"Are you ready for me, kitten? Ready for my cum to join every drop Joseph already poured into you?"

The two men grinned, trembling in pleasure of their own as their combined teasing did the job, Simone's eyes rolling back into her head and a frenzied, frantic sob of pure elation escaping the cheetah as her body began to convulse and cum, pussy and ass squeezing equally tight around the pair of big cats still fucking her with the same relentless, determined pace. They continued to plough into her from both sides, and within a couple of short, breathless minutes Simone was screaming in orgasm again. Then again. Her plump figure was shaking violently, her every breath ragged and shallow. Her claws dug deep into Tanner's back, Joseph unable to keep from smiling through the pleasure as he saw his striped lover gasping in discomfort and the lion felt the claw-holes in his own shoulders from last time around ache sympathetically. It didn't take long from that point before Joseph could feel his balls beginning to tighten, what little more cum he had to offer preparing to let loose. He could see the same hunger, the same urgency beginning to build upon Tanner's face too, and with a groan of encouragement to his husband began to whisper tenderly to his wife once more, the lion speaking up alongside him soon after. The same words he and Tanner had already whispered to her no fewer than seven times that night already, and many times just a few years ago before their twins were conceived.

"Whatever our babies look like..."

"Whether they have spots, or stripes, or manes."

"...you know that they're ours. All of ours."

"They'll have two dads who loves them to the stars and back."

"And a mother who loves them more than every light in the sky."

They could feel their bodies getting closer. Closer. They could see the desperation, the panicked need for release on one another's faces even as Simone began to scream and writhe in near-ecstasy once again. Their eyes locked, the two husbands staring hungrily at each other as they prepared to cum together deep into their wife, and they growled in near perfect unison.

"They're all of our babies, no matter what, and we'll love them just as much as we love you."

Then there was no more time for words. No more time to think, or plan, or do anything but feel.

Tanner snarled. Joseph roared. Simone screamed longer and louder than any scream she had let loose that entire night, and as her two husbands let loose hot ribbons of their virile cum deep into her ass and pussy at once, the heat-ridden form of the cheetah was lost to potent orgasmic rapture safe in the knowledge that no matter which of her husbands fathered her next child from a genetic point of view, both of them were the dad, and both of them had been there with her at that most heavenly moment of the child's conception.

She sobbed, she roared and wailed. She thrashed, kicked and shuddered violently sandwiched between the two strong men cumming deep inside her. And she kept writhing, she kept trembling and whimpering and milking their bodies for every last drop they had to offer, right up to the moment where her eyes grew wide and glassy, her eyelids fluttered for a moment, and then slipped shut as she passed out from the fatigue and the overwhelming extremes of euphoria granted to her by that seventh heat-induced double fucking of the night.

Simone lay limp between the two men, and a loud, shameless snore erupted from her slightly open mouth as Joseph and Tanner panted, fighting to catch their breath and indeed to remain conscious as they looked happily at one another over their satisfied wife's shoulder. Already pressed against her, still hard as their cocks twitched their last inside of her two deeply filled and well worked holes, it didn't take much for them to crane their necks forward and kiss, a deep, passionate lip-lock every bit as filled with love for one another as for the mother of their children. Their noses rested together, nuzzling back and forth even as their lips parted, and their eyes lingered adoringly upon the other big cat as they caught their breath and slowly felt their erections beginning to soften.

"Do you think she's spent yet?"

It was Tanner who asked the question, and Joseph who simply raised an eyebrow, smirking at his husband with a look that asked the same question he'd spoken aloud when Tanner asked him the same question after the fourth time. A look that said 'even if I said yes, would you honestly believe for a second I was right?'

The tiger growled in a mixture of fatigue and tenderness, tilting his head down and kissing their wife upon the side of her drooping neck.

"Maybe we did it. Maybe eighth time's the charm. If... if she's pregnant already, her heat's done, right?"

Joseph chuckled, mirroring the kiss before nuzzling at Tanner's face again and stealing another from the tiger.

"Wishful thinking, hon. We've been through enough heats, medicated or not with Simone to know better by now. Remember how long it took with Sasha and Rosie? It was... what, the twelfth time that night? Almost dawn before she stopped."

Tanner sighed, shuddering softly as he nodded, obviously wishing that he could have continued to pretend otherwise.

"Yeah. The twelfth time... on the third night. And the docs said there was no way to tell whether she'd gotten knocked up on the very last fuck, or the first of night one."

The two men kissed once more, then finally, gently easing their wife down onto her back between them, they pulled away from her now that their cocks had softened and slipped free. They lay down too, reaching out over Simone's head to link hands as they tilted their heads to regard one another over her peaceful, resting features.

"I'm not the young thing I was three years ago. God, if we have to go three days and nights again... my balls are gonna fall off."

Joseph rolled his eyes playfully. Tanner could be such a drama queen when he got tired out in the bedroom, yet he was always the first one of the three of them to suggest the most lewd and intimate moments even on nights when their kids weren't staying with their grandparents.

"RIP your balls then I guess. I'm gonna miss those little guys."

The lion smirked as he spoke, counting back in his head. Three. Two. One.

"Wait... little?! Listen here, motherfucker..."

He snorted with laughter, squeezing tightly at Tanner's hand as the tiger burst out laughing too.

"I love you, Tan."

"Love you too, Jo. Now... can we at least try to get a few minutes' sleep, in case she does stay out of it for a while?"

Joseph growled softly, happily, and nodded to his husband.

"Yeah. Better rest up while we can. Even if she does sleep for a while now... I wouldn't bet on her being even close to spent when morning comes."

Their hands parted, and the two men fell silent. They rolled over and shut off their bedside lamps, taking one last loving look at the pictures of their children as they did so, Sasha with tiger stripes amidst her sunshine golden coat, Rosmary with black speckled sandy fur and a tufted tail tip. Their breathing soon grew deeper and more regular, their heavy eyelids falling shut with ease and feeling no desire to open up again. Their well worked, aching muscles relaxed, and within mere minutes both men were sinking into a deep, satisfied sleep; the kind of sleep that could rejuvenate a body from any trials.

Or at least, the kind of sleep that could have rejuvenated a body if only it had lasted more than a handful of minutes.

If only.

"Please..."

Tanner awoke with a soft groan as he heard a voice whispering close by. The bedroom was still pitch black, but he could smell sex in the air. Not the lingering scent of what had already passed, but the renewed, urgent, desperate scent of a body still oozing heat stricken pheromones. Add to that the pleading, giddy tone of the words being spoken, utterly unmistakable in their intent, and the tiger knew what was coming.

He kept his eyes closed, praying for a few more seconds of relief, a few more seconds of peace, but already feeling his body starting to respond. To obediently, desperately try and work itself into a state of arousal for his wife, and to ensure that his husband only had to bear half of Simone's insatiable lusts even as she begged shamelessly to the lion.

"O-one more, Joey. Please, just one more."

And maybe this time... maybe this time it really would be just one more. Not like the last time. Or the time before that. Or the time before that, or before that, or that, or that.

Maybe this time... the ninth time, would be the charm.

By Jeeves

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