Chapter Thirty-Four

Rhiannon and I see light up in the distance.

We ditched the ATV at the entrance to the trail, and now we’re on foot. Approaching the clearing, I can already spot Darian and Drake. One lantern provides a dulled glow, the breeze sifting through our hair as we walk, hand in hand, closer to a place that scares me down to my bones.

Because it knows things I don’t. Because it has control unlike any human beings could fathom.

I’m wary about returning to the clearing, and as we step through the trees, my unease is verified.

The black rock is there. It’s already here.

All the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up, chills rushing all over my body.

My eyes find Darian first, my King, sitting in the grass. He’s naked, with leaves and twigs in his hair, which is all mussed up. Dirt sprinkles his golden skin, dusting his muscles. He looks… gorgeous. As usual, but seeing a King like this, naked in the soil… Believe it or not, it does nothing to diminish his commanding confidence.

Especially because he’s sitting, calmly, staring at the black rock. Drake is by his side, also naked and much dirtier than Darian, though it’s more visible on his skin because of how much paler he is. Still, his hair is tousled about, blades of grass and forest debris scattered along the wall of his muscular back. And he too is staring at the rock.

I peek at Rhiannon. She’s observing them, appearing worried, but also intrigued. I hear her wondering what they’re doing, what they’re seeing as they stare at the rock. Their clothes are scattered next to them, the sight of which gives my dick a stir in my pants.

I know what they were doing. I only wish we could have arrived in time to catch the show.

“Sacrifice,” Darian’s voice rumbles deeply through the quiet surrounding us. His tone isn’t loud by any means, but it still catches mine and Rhiannon’s attention. We stand up straighter. “I called this meeting because it’s necessary for us all to be on the same page.”

He looks up at Rhiannon and me, motioning us over.

I pull Rhi with me as we wander up to them and take a seat on the slightly damp earth, keeping the rock in my peripheral all the while.

I’m nervous about it. I don’t know if you have to touch it for it to fuck with you, or if just being near it could ripple us into another dimension. Who knows at this point.

Rhiannon seems to be having similar thoughts, though she’s simultaneously distracted by the two very hot, very naked older guys we’re now sitting in front of. I want to grin, but I press my lips together to cover it up.

We sit in the grass, the four of us in a little circle. Drake still hasn’t spoken a word, or even looked at us. He seems to be in some sort of trance, staring at the rock, his gaze far off, as if he’s not really with us at all. It’s worrying, but Darian doesn’t seem nervous, so I try to remain calm.

“We are bound by our places in the transformation,” Darian says to us.

Peeking at Rhi, I find her eyes locked on Darian while she listens intently to his words. I can’t believe this is the girl who was ever so suspicious of him for days, because now it’s as if she’s the one who’s been sipping the juice, or whatever the expression was she used the other day.

“Tonight, we will render our Ecdysis complete.” Darian takes Drake’s hand in his. “And we’re not leaving until it’s done.”

Reaching forward, his eyes connect with mine. Your hand, my prince.

I nod and take his hand, our fingers weaving together. The comfort I feel in simply holding his hand is unlike anything I could describe. Rhiannon and I are already holding hands, and she takes Drake’s other hand in her right. He makes no move whatsoever to react.

Her thoughts echo her concern, but Darian assures her he’s fine.

My eyes close while I remember to breathe, since it’s becoming difficult. My chest is heavy, as if something is weighing on it.

Let the truth in, my prince, I hear Darian. It will hurt, but it’s necessary.

Mourn, but don’t fear this.

The fright, though, is gripping me; that familiar thickness in the air flooding me with trembles. In my mind, behind my eyes, I can see the black rock. I know it’s there, and I know it has more to tell me.

I knew finding Rhiannon last time I was up here wasn’t the sole purpose of my journey. I’ve still craved learning the truth of my parents’ deaths…

But even though I want it, I’m terrified of knowing.

My memories float back to the vision I had the last time Rhiannon and I came here. Of Drake, on the day my parents were found. Him cutting his wrists, bleeding into the earth.

A flash comes into my mind… A memory that isn’t my own.

It’s Rhiannon’s. She’s remembering a vision of Drake, when we were here. Right before she came to, trying to pull us both over the edge of the cliff.

She saw Drake, crying tears of blood.

My heart rate speeds up, pulse ringing in my ears as wind whooshes through the trees. My body goes numb, everything around me falling away as I’m lifted and delivered into the eye of the storm; a vision in my subconscious I don’t know how I’ve accessed.

I see Drake, visibly younger. Not by much, but it’s clear this is from the past. He’s wandering through the woods. He doesn’t look happy, and I can hear his thoughts.

He’s upset with himself. He regrets pushing Darian away…

Pushing him into the arms of my father.

He comes up to the clearing and stops in the middle, rubbing his eyes with his hand. The trees move with his unrest, the winds brush, birds’ chirps go silent.

It’s palpable, the change in atmosphere.

His eyes spring open at a noise. Footsteps. He’s not alone.

Stepping in the direction of the sounds, he peers through the trees and his eyes widen to find my parents. They’re by the overlook.

They’re holding hands. And they’re stepping up to the edge.

Drake blinks in disbelief, and then looks to his right. The rock is there.

“No…” he whispers, his thoughts clicking into place as his head turns back to my parents. “No no no. Stop!”

He calls out, rushing toward them.

But it’s too late.

Everything happens in a matter of seconds. My mother goes over. My father’s head turns at the sound of Drake’s voice.

His eyes widen as he awakens from the trance. Fear graces his features.

But it’s still too late.

“No!” Drake screams, diving toward the cliff. He reaches out.

But… it’s… too… late.

Drake peers over the edge. He cries. His tears turn red.

“I didn’t want that!”

Yes, you did, the rock says.

“No, I didn’t! Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. Take me!”

Evil atones, Serpent.

And nothing happens by accident.

Drake curls up into a ball as he weeps. “It’s my fault.”

His words echo in my brain. I look to him, now, naked and dirty, crying as he whimpers it, over and over again. It’s my fault it’s my fault it’s my fault it’s my fault.

I can do nothing more than stare, for so long my eyes are dry enough that they could fall out of my head. My heart pumps in pain, as if I’ve been stabbed. My parents killed themselves…?

They jumped, because whatever forces that are here told them to.

“The good and evil…” I whisper, finally realizing.

Finally understanding.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I murmur, crawling to Drake.

“It was.” He nods.

I grab his face. “No. Don’t you see? You’re making yourself a martyr, but you don’t have to be. There’s good and evil in all of us. It’s meant to be this way.”

“It showed me the ravine,” Drake croaks, his snake eyes locked on mine. “Years before they died. I knew about it, and I could do nothing to stop it. Your parents are dead, Abdiel! How can that be right??”

“It’s not.” I shrug. “But that’s part of it. Fucked up shit happening, to make us stronger. That’s the balance. It’s not some burden you have to carry on your own. I know you want to protect us, but it can’t all be on your shoulders.”

“Let us help you carry that burden.” Rhiannon’s voice breaks through, and we both turn to her. She’s kneeling right next to us.

“We’ve all experienced the pain of life,” Darian says, squeezing Drake’s hand. “And we’re still here. We’re still standing. Because we’re meant to.”

“To overcome,” Rhiannon adds. She and Darian share a look, reflecting a bonded experience.

Something detrimental they both overcame. I can hear it in their thoughts, see it in their memories.

It hurts to think about it… It pains my heart to know the things they’ve been through. And that’s exactly what we’re coming into… Sharing our pain, overcoming our pasts.

Becoming one in this transformation.

“I can’t…” Drake’s head shakes a bit. “I don’t want you to have to…”

“But we will,” Darian insists, with authority.

Like a King.

And Drake immediately nods. He accepts his King’s ruling.

My heart jumps.

“Sacrifice, for the greater good.” Darian brings Drake’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. Then he does the same to mine. “We all must sacrifice to come together in this. I’m going to give up some control… I must, in order for this to work.” He blinks, vulnerability shining in his blue eyes.

“I’ll sacrifice my life on the Outside,” Rhiannon says, mostly to Darian, though she looks to me and Drake as well in the process. “I’ll sacrifice my pride to you… my King.”

A subtle grin tugs at his lips. Then his eyes jump to mine.

My pulse rocks, knowing what I must do. “I sacrifice my independence and pledge you my loyalty. I sacrifice my subservience to everyone but you, my King. I’m yours. Forever.”

He sweeps in a breath, his joy audible as it shouts in his mind. I can’t help but lunge forward and kiss his lips, delicately fierce.

For us, it was inevitable.

I never possessed a single shred of doubt that I would be his for all my days, and in whatever afterlife we find ourselves in.

“My Prince Abdiel,” he sighs on my mouth as we pull apart.

Breaths shallow as we all look to Drake. The Serpent, and final piece to our puzzle.

He stares at Darian, dark brows pulling together while his thoughts sort through all these things they’ve been through together. All measures of pain and pleasure, love and loss, aching serenity. So many years, longer than Rhiannon or I have been alive.

The marble-like colors of his irises darken as his chest expands with a powerful breath. “You know what you’re asking of me, right?”

Darian nods. “And I know what I’m promising you in return.”

Drake’s head drops forward for a moment, before he brings his gaze back to our King. “I sacrifice the wicked for you. I’ll give up my holding of the evil for purposes of the order, and in turn, I give you myself… I give you my honor, forever. My King.”

This time Darian smiles, and it’s radiant. Luminescent, lighting up the darkness around us as he pulls our Serpent to him, to his lips. Never have I witnessed a more devoted kiss.

I adore watching them together, the love they share, seeing it freed from the chains of fear and secrecy. It’s miraculous.

Looking to Rhiannon, she still wears the wide eyes of someone who’s new to all this, and I tug her into my side. She smiles up at me, and I down at her. Then I press a kiss in her hair. She smells like flowers and hope.

New beginnings.

When Drake and Darian pull apart, they’re practically slobbering on each other, which Rhiannon and I think is funny. And hot.

Darian gives Drake a look. “You’ve been feeding the forces of this mountain with blood…” Drake’s eyes sparkle. “But what if we give it something else?”

The Serpent smirks. It’s a salacious one, holding all the temptation possible. I shudder.

Drake and Darian turn to Rhiannon and me. They look us over, slowly, and now I’m really squirming.

Too many clothes, they both think at the same time.

I look to Rhi. She’s nervous, but also there’s a heat she hasn’t felt in quite some time simmering in her belly. I feel it through her.

Drake moves in closer to Rhiannon, brushing her hair away from her shoulder until she shivers. “Do you want to play, kitten?”

rhiannon

My eyes go to Darian first.

It’s amazing that I’m looking to him as a lifeline now, since we just made up. But when it feels right, you don’t deny it. You don’t question it.

I’ve had enough bad in my life. It’s time for the good.

Are you comfortable, princess? He asks in his mind. It’s fine for you to say no, just know that.

I swallow, considering what could happen.

The four of us, out here in the forest, alone in a clearing where things aren’t as they seem. A breach of earthly possibility and physics.

We’ve all just pledged ourselves to our King. This needs to happen now.

We need to sacrifice ourselves to him.

“I want to play.” I grin at him. He smiles back. It’s a gorgeous one.

He’s truly beautiful. Beyond all rationale.

He nods to Abdiel. “You first.”

Abdiel wastes no time slipping his fingers into my hair, pulling my mouth to his. He kisses me gently, though his hunger is just beneath the surface. I can taste its notes coming through as his tongue plays with mine. And he lays me down.

Drake pulls Abdiel’s shirt over his head, his mouth coming immediately back to mine, teasing my lips, biting and nipping softly until my toes curl in my shoes. My eyes catch sight of Drake, naked as he moves to Abdiel’s boots, removing them for him, with his socks.

A fire catches and spreads inside me. They’re such beautiful men, between Darian and Drake being older, yet clearly in their prime. Their bodies are so different, defined and hard all over. Large cocks that tighten my inner walls, my panties already soaking through. And then of course, Abdiel, his strength youthful, muscles taut and perfect.

Next thing I know, Drake is tugging my boots off, moving behind Abdiel until I can see his snake eyes. His head tilts, curiously, while his lips trail the nape of Abdiel’s neck. Abdiel quivers, and I feel it while he peppers his kisses from my mouth down my throat.

I’m stiflingly hot already, as if there truly is a burning inside me.

“Can I undress you?” Abdiel’s rough voice catches my attention, and I look to where his moss eyes are aimed up at me, with Drake’s hands reaching inside his sweatpants. He lets out a small purr, head falling forward onto my chest.

I peek up at Drake again, and he winks.

“Yes.” I nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”

Abdiel grasps at the material of my dress, pulling it up over my body and tossing it away. I have no bra on, so my breasts are immediately exposed, and a flush crawls up my neck and face, timidity taking me over.

But when I hear the thoughts of Abdiel and Drake with their eyes stuck on my breasts, my inhibitions seem to dissolve. I comb my fingers through Abdiel’s silky curls as his lips find my nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth. My back arches off the ground, going to him as a moan escapes my lips.

“Fuck…” A grunt comes from Drake as he kneels behind Abdiel, shoving his sweats all the way down and yanking them off his feet.

He takes Abdiel’s cock in his hand and tugs it slowly while Abdiel’s mouth worships my tits.

I’m simply flabbergasted at the sheer size of all three dicks around me. It’s nothing shy of a miracle from the heavens.

Abdiel’s lips make a slow descent down my body, kissing and nipping all over my shivering flesh, and I’m so distracted by how good it feels that by the time my eyes are searching for Drake again, I find him with his mouth wrapped around Darian’s cock.

Darian is lying right next to me, biting his lip with his hands tangled in his brother’s hair as Drake slurps him back.

My core clenches hard while I watch. I’ve never seen something like this in front of my own two eyes, and it’s probably one of the most arousing things I’ve ever witnessed.

I can’t get enough. That is, until I feel Abdiel’s tongue circle my clit.

A loud whimper escapes me, and I actually slap my hand over my mouth. Darian and Drake both peer at me. Then they chuckle.

“Sorry.” Abdiel grins from between my legs. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Scoot over, kid.” Drake inches off Darian, moving up next to Abdiel. “I haven’t done this is a while, but I’ll show you my moves.”

“How long has it been?” Darian teases, heavy lids lazy in his arousal as he presses his head back into the grass.

“Mmm… like a year.” Drake’s breaths tickle my soaking wet flesh until I’m trembling.

His thoughts are on a memory… of him going down on a very familiar blonde.

Abdiel’s and my eyes fling to Darian.

“You went down on my wife?” Darian gasps an outraged chuckle.

“Guilty,” Drake sings, casually, his strong hands rubbing my thighs, massaging them.

“I should cock-slap you for that,” Darian laughs.

“You probably should.” Drake winks at our King.

“You definitely should,” Abdiel and I say at the same time.

“Okay, enough chitter chatter.” Darian shoves Drake.

Drake grabs Abdiel’s jaw and kisses him. The way their mouths move together is nothing shy of hypnotic. I could watch them make out for hours.

But then both of their faces are between my thighs, right next to each other, and they’re both kissing all over, my inner thighs, then my pussy. My legs are spread wide enough to fit them both, that balmy flush still burning up my face as I watch Drake’s long tongue slink out to graze my clit. Then Abdiel’s does the same.

I whine, fingers on each hand in both of their hair while they French kiss each other over my clit, tongues lapping and circling. Drake goes in for some suction that crosses my eyes. Then Abdiel does it. Drake sticks his tongue inside me. Then Abdiel.

It’s like they’re playing a game of Horse on my vagina.

Meanwhile, they’re writhing together, rubbing their erections into one another, muscles touching, large, masculine hands fondling everywhere. It’s amazingly hot, watching these two men together while they’re eating me, savoring me like a delicious delicacy.

Drake pulls away and leaves Abdiel to feast on me while he goes back to Darian. My eyes can’t decide where they’d rather be, on the beautiful boy eating me out for the first time ever, or on the sexy as fuck dude deep-throating the other sexy as fuck dude until he’s practically choking.

Abdiel leaves me at the brink of orgasm, and I whine, watching as he comes up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Kiss me,” he growls, not giving me a moment before he’s sucking at my lips. “Taste how delicious you are, baby.”

I’m melting everywhere as his long, thick erection settles over me, slipping and sliding in my arousal.

“Fuck me,” I plead into his mouth, and we both purr.

“You sure?” His hand glides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing my pert nipple.

“Positive.” I grab at his firm ass, trying to get him inside me faster.

Darian’s panting distracts me for a moment, and I peek over to see Drake’s fingers between his legs while he sucks and sucks, all the while watching Abdiel and me like a live show.

There’s so much going on, I don’t know how I’m even functioning.

Abdiel presses the tip of his cock up to me, sinking into my body, slow, careful, and treasuring. His eyelids flutter as he drops his forehead onto my shoulder.

“Motherfuck, that feels good…” he rumbles, shoving inches into me until I’m breathless.

The sensation of having him inside is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It feels… right. More right than anything ever has. Like we’re Legos, snapping together in just the perfect shape.

Abdiel pushes into me, deeper and deeper, my moans and whimpers saturating the air as his big, perfectly rigid cock fills me, all the way up.

The smooth feel of his skin inside reminds me that we’re bare, unprotected. But then that doesn’t matter, because they’re all safe here.

We’re not on the Outside, with death, disease, and consequence.

We’re The Principality. And everything is perfect.

“Fuck… yes…” I sigh as he bottoms out, clawing at his shoulder blades.

His mouth moves onto my breasts while he thrusts, in and out, stroking himself in me, over and over, building up a rhythm in friction that has me soaring. I’m moving up to the edge of a climax already when I see movement.

Drake has pulled himself away from Darian, who’s looking all sorts of restless and flushed, moving over to Abdiel. He drops kisses all over Abdiel’s back and shoulders as Darian hands him a small bottle. He opens it and pours out some liquid, rubbing it onto his erection. Then he swipes his fingers between the cheeks of Abdiel’s ass.

“Good God…” Abdiel whimpers, pushing his hips up on a backstroke, giving Drake more access.

Drake grins, humming as he does something that swells Abdiel’s cock like crazy inside me. I think I have a guess as to what it is…

“That feel good, little mouse?” The sound of Drake’s voice alone is enough to have me shuddering, but Abdiel’s dick is basically living on my G-spot at the moment.

“Yes yes yes…” Abdiel cries. “More.”

I’m desperate to see what’s happening, peering around Abdiel’s torso to watch Drake’s movements. I hear someone’s thoughts, about fingers, and Abdiel is shivering.

Drake works his fingers in Abdiel’s ass while Abdiel rocks between my thighs, spread-eagle and fucking loving this, until he removes them. Abdiel whines at the loss, until Drake scoots up behind him.

“Jesus, I’m gonna come soon…” I mewl, watching with wide eyes as Drake kisses, licks and bites Abdiel’s neck and shoulders, taking his cock in his hand and pressing it in.

I can tell the moment he slips inside Abdiel’s ass, because Abdiel melts over me like a slab of butter on a stack of pancakes.

His arms are resting on either side of me in the dirt, and he’s rutting into me, his cock so deep inside me, I’m sure it’s touching things, while Drake holds his hips and pushes deeper.

Abdiel releases a desperately hoarse noise into my neck, his lips kissing, teeth biting at my flesh as Drake gives him more, and more. When he turns his face, I see him looking at Darian, biting his lip, eyes locked on our King while he’s sandwiched between Drake and me.

Darian scoots over and grabs his face, kissing him in such a deeply sensual way, swallowing up all his moans, pants and purrs.

“Abdiel,” I whisper, hoarse myself from all this lust and hedonistic activity happening between us.

“Mmm,” he responds with a hum, sucking on Darian’s lips while he thrusts into me at Drake’s pump into him.

“Give the King his praise,” I tell him, and he and Darian pull apart, looking up at me with mischievous sparkles in their eyes.

Darian gets up onto his knees by my side, and Abdiel lifts himself just enough to wrap his lips around the swollen head of Darian’s massive cock. Immediately, Darian’s eyes roll back in his head, and he groans.

As the rest of us do.

I can’t believe what’s happening right now. I’m on the brink, ready to tumble at any moment. But honestly, I think the King might break first.

He grasps Abdiel’s jaw, thrusting into his mouth, steadily, gazing with the hungriest of eyes while Abdiel’s cheeks hollow, and he sucks and sucks.

“That’s it, my beautiful prince,” Darian’s deep voice rumbles, eyes flicking to Drake, watching while he strokes his cock into his prince from behind. “You love being right in the middle of all this, don’t you?”

Abdiel moans on his dick, cheeks flushed, eyes drunk with lust as he gazes up at Darian.

“Drink me, baby,” Darian whispers, his thumb tracing the stretch of Abdiel’s mouth while his cock spears his throat. He goes so deep, Abdiel’s head rests on his pelvis, Darian’s fingers gripping those blonde curls as he snaps. “Fuck yes… You’re making me come, sweet prince.”

Abdiel’s barely even thrusting into me anymore, but it doesn’t matter. It feels divine as I watch Darian’s abs contracting, his seed spilling in Abdiel’s mouth. And I watch Abdiel’s throat adjust, swallowing every drop.

That’s it for me.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I gasp, my inner walls clenching on Abdiel’s cock while my orgasm crests and breaks, a tidal wave of pleasure splashing me in cool sensation.

Abdiel sucks up Darian’s cock and lets out a hoarse groan, grabbing Darian’s hand in his. Drake spreads him open, fucking deep, hips rippling.

Abdiel shifts his hips at the last second, pulling himself out of me while I’m still pulsing, his cock bursting all over my thighs and my navel while he cries, “God… oh God oh God… yes…”

We’re suddenly a big pile of sweaty limbs as everyone sort of falls apart. Drake pushes Abdiel forward into the cum covering both of us. His dick, which is still hard, brushes over my clit, sending a wave of aftershocks through my body, like a million little bolts of electric pleasure.

“I’m gonna come in you, little mouse,” Drake hisses, grabbing Abdiel by the throat, holding him firm.

Abdiel’s face is dazed and drunk, but he breathes, “Give it to me deep, Serpent.”

Drake whimpers, a sound so foreign on him, it’s unbelievably sexy, his forehead dropping forward onto Abdiel’s shoulder while he hums that he’s coming.

He sings it on repeat while the rest of us moan and mumble, clutching one another, the pleasure remaining full and thick all the while. I watch Drake closely as he pours inside Abdiel, and I can’t fathom this level of sexual gratification. Feeling it while watching it…

I’ve never had group sex before, but it’s one of those things that will surely ruin you. This is an addiction.

I want this eternal.

“Me too,” Darian sighs next to me, nestling up to my side. I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Me three,” Abdiel whispers, curling up on both of us as Drake pulls out of him.

The three of us look up at Drake while he catches his breath, black hair falling in his snake eyes.

“Well?” Darian growls.

Drake smirks. “Me four.”

The two of them chuckle as he crashes down on Darian, knocking the wind out of him until he goes oof.

I can’t help but giggle and bite my lip as I watch them.

They’re here, together. They’re finally here.

Maybe I made that happen…

drake

The trilling song of morning birds rustles me from my slumber. And I’m instantly hit with the feminine scent of flowers, and sex, and the earth.

Lifting my head a bit, I notice that we’re still in the clearing, surrounded by the pale glow of early dusk. My first thought is to check for the black rock.

Peering over, I don’t see it. It’s not there.

I’m not sure what that means…

It’s not like it ever truly leaves. It comes and goes as it needs to. But maybe Darian was right… Instead of feeding it blood and death, we fed it sex and love. Lust and pleasure and good things. Could it make a difference? Maybe.

Either way, regardless of the sacrifice I made, the sacrifices we all made, this spot will always be filled with the unknown.

And the thing about the unknown is that it’s inherently balanced. Good and bad are always possible. Darkness and light… it doesn’t matter.

But what does matter is that these people made a sacrifice for me last night. They agreed that I no longer need to be the martyr. Abdiel saw the truth of what happened, when I watched his parents jump to their deaths. And he doesn’t blame me.

Maybe I still blame myself… I’m not sure that will ever go. But he loves me anyway. And I love him…

I love Darian.

I think I could even love Rhiannon someday. She’s a new addition to our world, only present for a few days. It will take us all time to get used to her, but she fits. And if Darian approves, well… who are we to argue with the King?

Speaking of the girl, her tits are smooshing into my stomach, which makes me chuckle to myself. Glancing down, I see her unruly head of pinkish blonde hair resting on my chest. There’s a blanket tangled around us—she and Abdiel brought it, thank God, because otherwise, we’d be out here, covered by nothing but our good intentions.

Her face lifts, wide eyes twinkling up at me. I can’t do much more than blink.

A deep groan pulls my attention from the wonder shimmering in those teal irises, and I peer left. A chill of arousal zips through my stomach.

Not more than five feet from where we’re lying, Darian is on his knees in the dirt, Abdiel behind him, buried deep.

Abdiel is holding Darian’s throat with one hand, gripping him by the pectoral with the other. His chest to Darian’s back while he whispers things in my brother’s ear, plowing him slowly, ferociously consecrated in his thrusts.

I can barely fathom that the kid was a virgin a few weeks ago, because now he’s a beast. A forest god, built for fucking and cuddling. The thought widens my smile.

I love my little mouse.

“Love you, too,” he pants, voice hoarse in between the slaps of his pelvis on Darian’s ass.

“Oh, God…” Darian’s forehead hits the grass. “Fucking turn me out, baby.”

My cock is like steel.

“The sex drive on you guys, I swear to God…” Rhiannon whispers, tone awestruck. I glance back down at her, studying her profile while she watches the King being fucked into the ground by our beautiful servant Prince.

“Does it intimidate you?” I rumble, and her eyes find mine.

Her head shakes in an adorably innocent display that reminds me of Abdiel, that first day, when he came into my office. As curious as a kitten, ready and waiting for his Ecdysis.

Rhiannon was the same way, except she’s much less subservient than Abdiel.

She’s a spitfire. Something tells me we’ll be witnessing it in action more in the near future.

“I like hearing how you think about me.” She reaches up to touch my lips with her fingers. Then she shifts on top of me. “And I really like this feeling while it’s happening.”

The slit of her pussy drags on my erection, causing it to throb and fill rapidly. We didn’t have much more than a few cloths and some water to clean up with, so she’s still soaking wet, even more so with the show our boys are putting on.

Making a decision, I flip Rhiannon onto her back, and she gasps, chomping on her lower lip as she gazes up at me. “Can you hear what I’m thinking right now?” I hover and swipe her lips with my tongue. Her nipples perk on my chest.

“Oh yea… I can,” she purrs, bringing her hands up my sides, scratching me with her claws. It gives me chills in the best way. “I want you to feel me inside, too.”

A growl rises in my chest while I writhe into her, the juices from her sweet little cunt lubing me up. My lips brush over hers and she mewls, gripping my arms as I reach between us, pressing the head of my dick into her tight, warm entrance.

“God, yes…” I breathe. “So warm and wet for my cock.”

“Drake,” she whines, nails grazing all over the muscles in my shoulders, arms and chest.

“Yes, kitten?” I press a soft kiss on her lower lip, pushing my dick into her, only one inch. She moans.

“That day… in your office,” she stutters between uneven breaths. “You were going to tell me something, but you never finished. You said, you need to learn… and then you left.”

I hum, my hand coming up to her perky young tits, cupping and squeezing them tenderly, loving the sound of her purring while I tend to her nipples, my cock sliding into her, just one more inch.

“You need to learn,” I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing her pulse in between words, “That to gain control means to give it up.”

Granting her a good thrust, I fill her with every inch of my swollen cock, and she gasps out loud, marking my chest with her nails. I lick a line up her throat while I pull back and surge in, holding her hip as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“The most perfect bliss of control comes when you let go.”

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her hungrily while my hips move, building, rippling as I work my cock in her. I can’t keep my eyes off how gorgeous she is, how delicate and beautiful, lying beneath me, submitting to my animalistic need to fuck her good and deep.

“Yea, kitten girl,” I pant. “Just like that.”

“That’s… fucking… hot…” Darian’s voice comments, unsteady with Abdiel’s thrusts. I peek over to find him watching us, but only for a moment before his eyes roll back and he gasps, “Holy fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cock is thick and full, heavy as it erupts, cum jetting all over the ground while Abdiel holds him close, grunting and growling that he’s coming, too.

“I’m filling you up, my King…” Abdiel whines, biting Darian’s shoulder.

“Fill me deep, gorgeous.”

“So fuckin deep.”

Just watching them alone is enough to have me at the edge already. Their hair wet with sweat, dirt-covered skin glistening, highlighting all the muscles. Their bodies are so different, both incredibly masculine in their own ways. Darian, older and all bulk strength. Abdiel, younger and cut up, sinews and lines, like a statue made of marble.

I watch them for another few moments while they hold each other and breathe, my eyes locking on Abdiel’s cock as he pulls it out of Darian’s ass.

It makes me tremble. He fucked me earlier, my brother, my King… For the first time. It was like a dream.

My attention returns to Rhiannon, who was watching the boys as well. Grasping her face, I kiss her again, starved, panting into her mouth while I lift and angle her to get as deep as possible. There’s something so primitive about fucking on the ground, surrounded by dirt and grass, leaves and stones. It’s not elegant or romantic.

It brings us back to our roots, animals that we are.

Rhiannon’s moans and cries are like a sweet melody to my ears. I love the contrast of being with a woman, versus two men. Forgetting gender altogether, we’re all so different. There’s so much we can do together…

“Yes, Drake,” she squeals. “Fuck me… I’m so close.”

Grabbing a handful of her ass, I plunge into her, feeling her pussy dripping with wetness. It’s beyond intense… I’m growing closer myself.

Darian and Abdiel are watching us intently, wide eyes and thoughts echoing the same fascination I was thinking a second ago. Darian is on his back with Abdiel curled up on him like a pet, his hand on Darian’s dick, caressing it.

“Fuck.” My head falls forward as I wrap Rhiannon’s long locks around my fist, pulling her mouth up to mine. “I want you to come on my cock.”

She lets out a whimper, practically losing her voice from all the screaming she’s done tonight. Her insides begin to quaver on my shaft, and I keep thrusting, keep stroking myself between her tight, plush walls as they grip me and don’t let go.

“I’m gonna come.” Her back arches.

“Come for me, kitten.”

“Come on his big dick, Rhi,” Abdiel murmurs while licking and sucking at Darian’s neck.

“Come for my sexy Serpent,” Darian growls. He reaches out and runs his fingers along my side, casually close to my ass.

It gets me, just like he always does. My balls draw up, tightening as Rhiannon squeals that she’s coming all over my cock. Her walls clench over and over on my erection, and it’s everything I can do to keep riding her through it.

And then I yank my cock out of her just in time to erupt, fucking my fist while my orgasm shoots from my dick all over her stomach, spraying up to her tits. I milk it all out, then I push back into her. Her lips quiver while she comes again, thighs tightening on my waist, holding me close to her.

My head is spinning, all the heavy breaths singing through the trees. The leaves sway and dance around us, the forest taking a long, collective sigh as the ground beneath us pumps like my heartbeat while it steadies.

Rolling onto my back, I bring Rhiannon on top of me to get her off the ground. Her face is flushed beyond belief as she looks down at me, her thoughts a giant mass of fuzz, which has me smirking.

Then she smirks. I let a chuckle slip, and she does the same. Holding her face, I kiss her lips softly, glancing over as we pull apart to find Abdiel and Darian making out.

I exhale a steady stream of air. “This is wild.”

“It really is,” Rhiannon murmurs, pushing my hair away from my forehead. “I feel like I just won the lottery.”

I can’t help but laugh out loud at that. And I catch Darian and Abdiel chuckling through their kisses. They break and turn to face us, scooting closer. Rhiannon grabs the blanket and uses it to cover us all.

“Is it bad that I really want a shower and a bed?” She whines. And the three of us laugh even harder.

“You’ll get used to the woods, princess,” Darian sighs, brushing her hair with his fingers.

“She really is a princess,” Abdiel grins. “From a castle and everything.”

Rhiannon sticks her tongue out at Abdiel. “Screw that castle. I’ll take fucking in the grass any day.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Darian laughs.

“Oh my God, wait until you fuck in the lake,” I rumble, adjusting her on top of me.

Her eyes land on mine as she gapes at me. And Abdiel does, too.

“You guys fuck in the lake?” Abdiel gasps.

“It’s gonna be a great summer, Prince Gorgeous.” Darian pulls Abdiel’s lips to his.

“Why are they so cute?” Rhiannon scrunches her nose. It’s adorable, like a little bunny.

I tug her chin. “They’re the sweet ones.”

“And you?” She asks, mouth hovering over mine.

“I’m a little more wicked.”