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Later that night, I lie in the plus king-sized bed, my fingers cold and my heart pounding.

I can't believe I agreed to meet with Mother Terra. As if some cruel fae goddess who hates humans would listen to me. But when I saw the look on Marcus' face—the panic, the dread, the horror—and when I realized that everything he built with his partner and his three goblin children would be going up in flames when the volcano exploded, I knew I had to do something other than sit back and watch, or worse, run back to the human realms.

Everyone thinks I'll have some sway with Mother Terra. And I guess it's better to try and find out, than to live the rest of my life knowing I might have saved all these people, and was too much of a coward to try.

For Marcus and his family, for Tarsus and all I did to them, and ultimately, for Aden, so he doesn't have to be the one to leap into the pit of the volcano, I will risk my life to speak to Mother Terra.

A knock sounds at the door, and I sit up, releasing a breath when it's only Aden who steps in. Tarsus steps in behind Aden, and my heart starts thundering in my chest. Like me, Aden is shirtless, wearing nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. Tarsus has their usual violet robes wrapped around them, their silky white hair pulled over one shoulder.

"What's going on?" I ask, looking between them.

The way Aden's lips twitch into a small smile sets me at ease, but Tarsus' brooding scowl keeps me from feeling completely safe.

"We don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," Aden says. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, revealing a pair of chain cuffs. "I decided we'd live out one of your fantasies."

My heart skitters. The playful look in Aden's eyes immediately makes my cock hard, but the way Tarsus is glaring at me makes me tense. I'm really not sure what's going on.

"Turn around," Aden orders. God, I love it when he takes control like this. Standing in front of him, I obey, allowing him to jerk my hands behind my back and snap the shackles around my wrists. There's not much give to them, and I briefly wonder why the fuck I just let him do that.

"Just like that, huh?" Tarsus asks, a sneer on their face. "You just let Aden shackle you like a dog?"

Turning back around to face them, I look between them, still completely unsure what this meeting is about, then offer my signature half-smile. "He's incredibly persuasive. Have you ever been able to tell him no?"

Tarsus blinks in surprise, then they lift their chin and look away. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, Aden."

"But look." Aden steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist in a hug. He's shorter than me by several inches, and peeks out from behind my back as he drags the fingers of one hand down my bare chest, over my naval, and slowly, further down. My breath hitches when he reaches the hem of my shorts and dips his fingers in, where they wrap around my cock. My breath hitches. "He's already hard for you, Tarsus."

What the actual fuck is happening right now?

"Want me to go lower, babe?" Aden asks, and I nod, jutting my hips forward, seeking that friction.

He cups my balls, and I throw my head back, releasing an embarrassing moan.

"See, Tarsus?" Aden asks. "He wants it just as bad as we do. Don't you, ? Tell Tarsus how badly you want this. How you have fantasies about being fucked by both of us while in chains."

Oh, shit. So that's what this is about. For a half-second I almost regret confessing that fantasy to Aden. I crack my eyes open to find Tarsus glaring at me, all guards fully in place and not a hint of emotion to be found in those silver eyes, save for the typical loathing they have for me.

Aden moves his hands back up to my aching cock and gives it a good stroke, and I legit almost cum right there.

"Did you know it was your birthday today?" Aden asks. "Your human birthday."

Huh? I totally forgot it was my birthday, what, with all the chaos going on since I collided into this world. But…he's right. I left the human realms five days before my birthday.

"You've been human for exactly twenty-three years, love. How does it feel?" He trails his other hand beneath my shorts, down my ass, and wedge their finger into my crack while stroking my cock, and I fucking swear. My eyes fall closed and I sink into the blissful sensation as his finger wedges into my hole, and a garbled flow of words leaves my lips.

"Come on, Tarsus," Aden says. "Put it on."

I open my glazed eyes in time to see Tarsus pull a…party hat?… out of the pocket of their silk robes. It's pink and yellow with shiny blue streamers shooting out of the top, and says Birthday Boy in big blue letters on the cone. Stepping toward me, Tarsus sets the hat on my head, then slips the cheap elastic string under my chin.

For the second time. What the fuck is happening right now?

Their knuckles graze my neck, and my breath hitches. When they see my reaction, they let their fingers linger on my throat and take a step closer until their standing mere inches from me, their scent filling the space between us. Their gaze is hooded and hungry as they stand in front of me, looking down at me with glazed eyes while Aden continues stroking my cock in agonizing pumps.

This is too much. All of it. Aden's body pressed behind me while they pump me, Tarsus looking at me like they want to fuck me and choke me at the same time. As if reading my mind, Aden removes his hand from my cock and slips it up to my throat where he gently wraps his fingers around my neck. He removes his other hand from my ass and grips the shackles, pulling them taut until I'm forced to lean back against his solid form. Tarsus moves his fingers to the back of my neck while Aden caresses my jaw with his thumb, and forces me to look up at them.

"One thing you should know about Tarsus," Aden murmurs, "is that they are the most elite pillow princess you'll ever meet."

Tarsus' lips curl over their teeth when they look at Aden, and they open their mouth to say something but Aden cuts them off.

"Don't even try to deny it, Tarsus." Aden strokes lazy circles around my throat with his fingers. "You want Tarsus to fuck your mouth, don't you?" When I don't respond, he tightens his grip around my throat. "Tell Tarsus you want their cock down your throat."

Gods, Aden knows me way too well. "I want your cock down my throat," I croak, and the way Tarsus' eyes glaze over at the mere suggestion makes precum drip off my cock.

Their hand still gripping the back of my neck, Tarsus steps closer until their body is flush with my front and I'm literally sandwiched between the two, my chin tilted straight up to look in Tarsus' eyes. Tarsus' fingers gently caress my hips, and they tug me toward them while thrusting their hips forward. The outline of their hard cock presses into my stomach while Aden holds me tight against his front, one hand still around my throat, the other gripping my shackles, and I feel like I've been transcended to some celestial world.

"You want to suck it, baby?" Tarsus asks. Holy shit. He's only called me that twice—the first time was at the faire, and it made me nearly as hard as it does now.

"Yeah," I husk. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Their fingers tighten around my hips as they dig their hard cock into my stomach again, and I moan.

"Use your manners, ," Aden taunts behind me. "This is the royal regent you're talking to."

"P-please," I whine, my eyes falling closed as Tarsus grinds into me again. "Please let me suck your cock."

"You heard him," Aden tells Tarsus. "Don't fight it, princess. Go lie on the bed."

Tarsus and I are both like putty in Aden's hands as he directs us what to do. The smallest boy here commands the room like a king. Dropping their robes to the floor, Tarsus obediently sits on the bed and lies on their back, propping their head and large antlers on a plush pillow. Their giant cock stands straight up as they drag their tongue over their lower lip, their glazed eyes on me.

"Well?" Aden growls as he releases my throat. "Get over there and suck your pillow princess."

My cock is rock hard as I crawl until the bed, settling between Tarsus' thighs. They drag in a sharp breath as they watch me the whole time, that furrow deepening between their brows, as if they don't know whether to trust me or kill me.

"Open up for Tarsus," Aden coaxes as he kneels behind me.

My mouth drops open, and Aden slowly guides my head down to their cock. A deep moan escapes the pit of Tarsus' throat as I start sucking hungrily.

"Deeper," Aden says, pushing the back of my head down. "Take them deeper, ."

Aden moves off the bed while I take Tarsus' cock as deep as I can, letting them choke me with their dick. When Aden releases me, I slurp off just long enough to see Tarsus' eyes cracked open while they glare at me, their head propped on a pile of pillows. A sneer grows on their beautiful face, and they arch their hips so their cock hits my chin.

Aden returns behind me, this time with his strap-on, and kneels behind me.

"Just tap my thigh if it's too much," Aden says, then pushes my head back down, throat-deep onto Tarsus' cock while he gently coaxes my asshole with his dick. He lubed it up well, I think, as he slowly slides it in.

I moan as he enters me from behind. "That's it," Aden gently coaxes. "Take it."

Tarsus threads their fingers into my hair, holding my head steady while they arch their hips, shoving their massive dick in deeper until it hits the back of my throat just as Aden pushes into my ass to the hilt. I let Tarsus choke me with their cock until tears stream down my face while Aden plummets in and out of my ass.

Finally, just as stars are appearing at the edge of my vision, I flap my shackled hand against the inside of Aden's thigh, and I feel Aden jerk his head at Tarsus. Tarsus slowly pulls out and I hunch forward, dragging air into my lungs. The position gives Aden better access to my backside, and he slides in deeper, making a whimper jump out of me.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Aden asks, pulling out and sinking it in deeper. He reaches around and pumps my cock as Tarsus cups the back of my head and guides my mouth back onto their dick. While pumping my cock, Aden shoves his dick into me from behind until it's rubbing against my prostate. My balls are so full I swear they're going to explode.

"F-fuck." The hoarse whisper from Tarsus makes me shudder, encouraging me to continue milking their cock with my mouth, thirsty for their cum while Aden continues fucking me from behind. Heat threads through my veins while my dick throbs between my thighs, leaking onto the blanket.

"Oh m-my gods." Tarsus' fingers tighten around my skull, holding my head in place while they thrust uncontrollably into my mouth. "Shit, I'm going to—" Before they can finish, cum shoots to the back of my throat, and I swallow, draining every last drop from their cock.

Aden fucks me furiously from behind while pumping my cock, and my balls draw up tight until I find my own release. The chain reaction seems to hit Aden. He shudders behind me, an angry moan escaping him as he pulls out and flops down beside me, his head on Tarsus' stomach. He unclasps the shackles from around my wrists, setting my arms free, and I collapse between Tarsus' strong thighs, resting my head on their hip next to their sated cock.

"I told you, Tarsus," Aden says, kissing my hair as my eyes fall closed. "No force necessary. is a little slut who loves to suck cock." He brushes my hair from my forehead. "Aren't you, ?"

I moan in response, too tired to find anything intelligible to say.

"Oh, you don't think we're done, do you?" Aden clicks his tongue. "I'm sorry, , but that was just the beginning. I'm afraid our royal regent is a marathon fucker."

I chuckle. Marathon fucker.

"On your knees," Aden commands Tarsus. Goddamn, I love it when Aden doles out orders. Weakly, I climb off Tarsus, but they make no move as they glare at Aden, that usual brooding frown on their face. They're clearly not pleased with this arrangement, but Aden crosses his arms over his chest. "On your hands and knees, Tarsus." He shrugs. "Or you can leave and miss out on some mind blowing sex."

Tarsus glances at me. It's clear they want more of this. The question is, are they willing to set aside their pride? Finally, they roll over, settling on their hands and knees beside me while Aden puts on his strap-on. But it's not Aden who comes up behind Tarsus to fuck him.

"Get behind Tarsus," Aden tells me. "And fuck them."

I draw in a sharp gasp, and glance at Tarsus. I can't imagine them being okay with me topping them, and the look in their eyes tells me they're not sure they'd be okay with it, either.

"Hey," Aden says. "If neither of you want this, that's fine. But I think I know both of you pretty damn well. I know your deepest, darkest secrets. This is exactly what you both want."

Tarsus continues to glare at me while on their hands and knees, their expression unreadable. Then they give the faintest nod.

"If you want it," I say, "You're going to have to give more than a subtle nod, Tarsus."

Their jaw tenses, and just when I think they're going to storm out of the room, they squeeze the words through gritted teeth. "I want you to fuck me, icle."

Shit. I shudder at the desperation in their voice. Don't have to tell me twice. I'm on my knees behind them, my cock already rock hard again by the sight of Tarsus' ass. We did some pretty filthy things when they summoned me to this room before, but none involved actual penetration, and certainly not me fucking them.

Aden stands at the edge of the bed in front of Tarsus, his strap-on tightened around his waist. "Suck it," he says to Tarsus. Tarsus wraps their lips around Aden's dildo, taking it deep down their throat. Weaving his fingers into Tarsus' hair, Aden moans and pushes his cock deeper down their throat. His glazed eyes crack open and he looks at me.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks. "Fuck my partner."

I place my hands on either of Tarsus' cheeks and spread them apart. Licking two fingers, I slip them into Tarsus' asshole to lube them up. A deep, guttural moan escapes them while their mouth is around Aden's cock, and my own cock drips with pre-cum. I slowly stretch them, noticing how their own dick enlarges with each thrust of my fingers. When I'm sure that they're good and ready, I guide my cock to their entrance.

Sinking my cock into Tarsus' ass has got to be one of the most transcendent experiences I have ever had. They're good and tight as they sink their hips onto me, a needy moan escaping them as they pop their mouth off Aden's dick.

"F-fuck, icle."

"You like that?"

"Yes." I don't think I've ever heard them so…needy, so raw since I've met them. Aden is right, he does know both of us, possibly more than we know ourselves.

"Good," Aden croons. "You two are finally learning to communicate."

Tarsus growls in annoyance, which quickly turns into feral pleasure as I sink deeper until my cock is hitting their prostate.

"Suck that dick," I say as I pump in and out of them. Tarsus obeys, taking Aden's cock into their mouth. "Choke on it." I shove their head deeper onto the cock as Aden steps closer. "Yeah, take it." Something bold and fierce grows within me, and then I'm fucking them hard, as hard as they fucked my mouth that first day, and they moan. Every thrust of my cock sends a new wave of pleasure over me.

Aden grabs my head and leans in to kiss me full on the mouth while I fuck Tarsus' ass. His tongue explores my mouth as he claims me, then he pulls away and throws his head back.

I grab a fistful of Tarsus' long hair and wrap it around my wrists while fucking them harder.

There's something strangely familiar about this, I think. Like I've been in this position before, with Tarsus beneath me, submitting to me. An ache that I can't quite place builds in my chest. A homesickness for something I don't even remember.

"Holy fuck," I breathe. I slam into them over and over while they suck Aden's dick. My balls draw up tight, and after a few more punishing thrusts, I unload into them. I throw my head back, and in that moment, I'm not anymore. I'm Sovereign icle, all powerful fae king of the Spine Empire. I release every ounce of cum into Tarsus, and they moan as they find their own release, coming all over the sheets.

"Fuck yeah," Aden says. And it's clear he's finding his orgasm just by watching us. His face grows flushes and he pumps his dick into Tarsus mouth a few more times before his body goes slack.

Pulling out, I collapse on the bed, and Tarsus flops down next to me, the place beneath their dick soaked. Aden removes his strap-on and sinks onto the bed beside Tarsus, and we all lie there, spent and sated.

"That's got to be the best sex I've ever had," Aden breathes.

I snort. "Me too, to be honest."

Tarsus doesn't say anything, and Aden looks at me over Tarsus, a smirk on his face, before snuggling up to Tarsus. I haven't felt this close to the fae regent since I met them. Scooting in behind them, I spoon them. They tense as I wrap my arm around their narrow, muscular waist.

"You did good, babe," I whisper in their ear, and, even though they don't say anything, their body relaxes against mine. Within minutes, their breaths even out, and I know they're asleep.

Aden glances at me and puckers out his lower lip, his eyes telling me how adorable Tarsus is right now, and I have to agree.

"For as long as I've known them, I've been the only star in their sky," Aden says. "They've never had to manage two relationships before. This is all new to them."

I snort. "I'd hardly call what we have a relationship."

His grass-green eyes meet mine. "No? Then what would you call three adults who consensually fuck each other?"

"You mean the hate-sex that just happened?" I offer a small grin. "Yeah, they're horny for some version of icle I can't give them. A version they both love and hate. But they don't know the real me at all." I shrug. "You can't exactly be in a relationship with someone who doesn't truly know you."

Aden nods slowly. "Give them time. There's trauma they've yet to unpack, but I'm convinced they'll soon accept that you're not the icle who betrayed them."

I swallow hard and nod. "Unfortunately, by then, I'll either have died in the heart of the volcano…or returned to the fearsome version of icle that haunts their nightmares."

*

It's still dark when I open my eyes, telling me it's not quite dawn yet. The space beside me is empty. Across the bed, Aden is curled up, deep in sleep. I prop myself on my elbow to find Tarsus sitting at the edge of the bed, hunched over, their head in their hands, fingers woven through their straight white hair.

Always brooding. Always scheming. Even in the dead of night.

This is what I did to them when I betrayed them in my fae form. I lost all their trust, and made it so they didn't trust anyone, save for Aden. And now they're always watching their back, always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'm feeling brave as I move to the edge of the bed bedside them, determined to turn that frown upside down.

"Hey, you." I nudge their elbow. "What's got you down in the dumps after that amazing fucking we shared?"

They lift their head from their hands abruptly, very clearly annoyed with my presence.

"You know what you gotta do when you feel down?"

Their piercing silver eyes meet mine. "I don't give a damn what you gotta do—"

"You sing the Dory song. You know. From Finding Nemo? ‘Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swiiimming swiiimming swiiiming…"

Tarsus glances to where Aden is peaking over the top of his blanket, that sleepy grin deepening on his face as he watches us.

"He's insufferable," Tarsus says to him.

"He's good for you," Aden responds.

My own grin spreads across my face, and I bite my lower lip. "So. What are we worried about?"

Tarsus' silver eyes slide to mine in obvious disgust. They hate me so much.

"You know, the state of my empire. The end of the world. Whether Mother Terra will even listen to you, or if a certain bat will take the love of my life away and toss him into an active volcano. Just little things like that, that don't concern an evil king like you."

"We'll get through this."

"Mm-hm." They study their hands, their long fingers, and I take this moment to scoot closer, to wrap my hand around them. Their back turns rigid, but my utter shock, they don't pull away.

"Mother Terra will listen to me," I reassure Tarsus, though I don't believe a god-damned word I'm saying. But I hate seeing them like this. "She'll know who I am, right? Human or not."

"Perhaps I should transform you into your fae form, you know, just to be sure." They're still studying their fingers, as if they didn't just suggest something they're entirely against. Me becoming fae again would potentially mean their ending, as well as Aden's. I couldn't live with that.

"Please don't." My voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, and they angle their head to search my eyes.

"You truly don't want to be a fae king again?"

My throat convulses in a swallow, and their eyes lower, tracking the movement. "I mean. If you think it would help, go for it. But if icle takes over this body, this mind…I don't want tot think about what he would do to you and Aden." Or to the many humans who had been set free in this city.

Tarsus' eyes soften. "Sometimes I want to believe that you are as innocent as you claim." Reaching over, they cup my cheek with those long fingers, and a shudder rushes down my spine at the contact.

"Sometimes I wish you would believe me."