Chapter 39 | Arne

Chapter 39

Arne

I POKED MY HEAD INTO the cave to make sure I'd heard right.

"Little fox?" I called out, and my echoing voice came back at me through the narrow entrance of the cavern.

Please say my ears are not playing tricks on me. I'd heard Ravinica's moans. The slapping of flesh, rising loudly, even past the sounds of the waterfall so near me.

To say it had made me horny and alive would be an understatement. It had filled me with shame, listening to their frolicking, wishing I was in the elf's place.

I figured it was part of Ravinica's punishment. I deserved it, even now. After all I'd done to redeem myself, I knew lying and deception was not something easily forgiven. It was a cardinal sin—one I had been working my entire life to undo since I'd betrayed her.

And now this.

"Arne?"

So simple a word. My own name. From her lips, it was the sweetest nectar of the gods, a hymn of epic proportion that made me jump and start as their carnal sounds abated.

I poked me head in, and then pushed a bit more of my body into the cave mouth. "Was that y—" I cut myself off, stunned frozen like my own ice magic had formed blocks around my boots. "Oh. My."

At the end of the cave, a torch flickered on the ground. Still lit, thanks to the oil slathered on it. Above the torch, behind its licking flames, stood Ravinica and Corym E'tar. Naked, resilient, powerful. Pale muscles and sculpted forms greeted me.

My cock stirred to life, more than it already had while I played voyeur to their tryst. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their breaths shallow, arms draped over one another.

Corym was tall, hung, and authoritative in the way he stood slightly in front of her, like a paranormal beacon of light. He had a glow to him, literally, as if his skin radiated darkness away from it. Alabaster hues enveloped his flesh, shimmered along his long, flaccid cock, and made me feel inferior and titillated at the same time.

Ravinica herself was a goddess plucked from legends. Curvy and wide in her hips, heavy up top, thick in the thighs, with a muscled waist from years of labor and training. Hair windswept, shining silver in the darkness along with her beau's. Her head was slightly cradled against the shoulder of the taller elf, with a mischievous smile slashed across her gorgeous face.

"You called?" I eked out, trying to catch my breath. I fidgeted for a moment, rearranging my cock so it wouldn't burst through my damn pants.

"Join us," she said.

It was everything. Her words gave no wiggle room—no chance at argument.

I simply nodded, dumbfounded. With an increasingly parched mouth I stumbled forward. Lost in a daze, in the need to join these two perfect specimens in whatever they wished from me.

"No," she said once I'd made it five feet into the cave, and the waterfall had drowned away behind me. She pointed at the ground. "Crawl to me, Arne."

I blinked stupidly. My jaw dropped open, and then I licked my lips and nodded, just as stupidly as I'd blinked.

I went onto my hands and knees. "Anything for you, queen."

"Hm. Your queen. I like that."

She had a playfulness to her tone, though her words were serious and deep. Corym stayed silent, arms crossed over his chest, watching me.

I scuttled toward them like a bug. If this was a test of my obedience, it was succeeding. I was succeeding, and it filled me with hope and glee. To grovel at her feet, to kiss her boots—whatever it took, I would do, if it meant winning her back in full.

The rocky path ahead of me bit gravel into my hands and knees. I hardly noticed, moving at a slow, awkward pace, crawling forward like a hound in heat.

When I made it to them, I was tempted to stand up. Or at least sit up on my haunches and await my queen's orders.

Ravinica tapped her chin. She glanced at the elf, saying, "Corym? If you please."

This close, I could see cum dripping down Ravinica's legs, pooling and darkening the soil between her feet. Corym's cock hung low, glistening brightly.

The elf strode forward in front of me, until his length was mere inches from my face. I could smell both his virility and Ravinica's potency on his manhood.

"You want to taste your queen, iceshaper?" He grabbed the slab at the base, wagging it in my face, and my eyes danced with its movement. "Then taste her."

My throat hitched, and then my thoughts fled me entirely.

Without thinking, I nodded, dipped my head forward, and took Corym's cock into my mouth. Gently, I fit my full lips around his dripping head, and closed my eyes.

He was right. I could taste Ravinica's juices on his cock, imprinted on him, and now imprinted on my tongue.

Corym stiffened in my mouth, humming to himself as his hand fell on top of my golden head.

I had always been fluid in my attraction to men, women, and anyone else. I was like Loki, our mischievous god, a bisexual masterpiece, who had always flirted with lovely disasters of every and any sex.

Yet right now, it was Ravinica I was tasting. Even with Corym's cock growing in my mouth, hardening, pushing to the back of my throat and spreading my jaw, it was Ravinica who commanded me.

It was impossible to deny my attraction to both of these glorious, shining people. I wasn't the kind of man to frivolously shrug off attraction simply because the specimen in question had a cock between his legs and not a cunt.

What sort of fool would deny themselves unadulterated pleasure because of something so benign?

Corym bucked his hips and I gagged on his length as his large cockhead slammed to the back of my throat. I slurped and bobbed my head, sitting back on my heels to get into a rhythm to his liking. I found myself cupping his heavy balls in one hand, kneading them while my lips glided on his length.

While he absentmindedly petted me, Ravinica said, "That's a good boy." Her voice was much closer now, and when I glanced out the corner of my eyes, her smile was mere inches away, on her knees alongside me. "Don't hog him all to yourself."

She stuck her head in front of mine, smiling like the little succubus she was, and licked the base of Corym's cock while I commanded the front of his length.

Together, we made the elf groan and roll his head back on his shoulders. He muttered something in his elven language under his breath, and I felt his balls tighten.

Abruptly, he ripped his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped with breath, finally able to bring air into my lungs again.

While I panted, composing myself, Ravinica sat on the dirt, spreading her legs wide as she hiked her back against the wall of the cave.

She spread her pussy lips, showing me her perfect flower. "You've gotten to taste me on him, Arne. Now taste him on me."

I nodded blankly, my whole world lost in a haze.

Crawling forward, I dipped my head again—like a dog reaching for a food bowl—to stuff my head between her delicious thighs. I laved her pussy, moaning to myself as white-hot heat surged through me and made my cock painfully hard in my pants.

"Oh no, Corym, look," she murmured in my ear, noticing the protrusion grinding down against the ground. "That looks agonizing. Perhaps you should relieve the poor iceshaper?"

Corym grunted, nodding. "As you wish, lunis'ai ."

Their words faded as I drowned in Ravinica's heat. It was potent, strong, with Corym's cum on my tongue and Ravinica's nectar in my mouth.

Footsteps sounded somewhere near me. I didn't know or care—I was too lost in my ministrations, starting to make Vini moan as she dug her hands into my hair.

My pants peeled down my taut ass, and Corym's deep voice rumbled. "You look very tight, deceiver. Careful now."

Careful now? I vaguely thought—

And then gasped as the elf shoved his wet cock into my ass. My eyes bulged. Ravinica slammed my lips deep against her pussy, nose against her belly, and I lost my mind.

As I ate Ravinica out, Corym fucked me from behind, the two of them working in tandem to bring me to the brink of a serene explosion.

My body shook and jiggled with every thrust from the elf. He grabbed my hips, rhythmic, and pain lanced through me as his big cock stretched me wide.

Ravinica locked my face in her thighs, squeezing. My cheeks went red and purple. Corym's heavy balls swung into mine, bullying my sack, and I cooed and groaned, gripping dirt in my hands. My arms shook, my legs became noodles, barely keeping me on my hands and knees.

Something touched my aching, dripping cock, and I gazed down to see . . . a foot?!

Oh gods. Ravinica was stroking my cock with her toes, somehow having took off her boots during all this. The tips of her toes were like feathers, making me harder, more repressed, tightening my balls against my taint.

My mind went numb. I couldn't think any longer, only driven by touch and feel. These two menaces had me sandwiched between them, forcing me to pleasure them as they pleasured themselves. It was an orgy of uncalculable bliss.

Precum trickled out of my cock, drooling to the ground between my legs, even as Corym continued to buck his hips and pick up his pace.

Then Ravinica tilted my shining, wet chin up from her gorgeous pussy, and smiled down at me. "Your turn, love."

With that, she scooted closer, splaying her legs wide. My hands landed on the insides of her milky thighs as I realized what she was suggesting.

With a zealousness that made my heart stutter, I surged forward, crawling at Ravinica in a lunge.

My painfully erect cock met her entrance and she wrapped her legs around me so I could plunge inside her and lose myself.

My hands went up, above my little fox's face, palms on the craggy stone wall. I flailed my hips wildly in a diagonal angle, tightening muscles I never used, listening to Ravinica's moans beneath me.

Corym kept fucking me, even as I fucked Ravinica. He pulverized my asshole and I was gracious, moaning, "T-Thank you, thank you! Fuck me!"

Our train was moving with a full head of steam, and I knew we'd blow off the tracks before long. This was not a cart meant for the station—I was already losing my mind and drifting away from myself, gaining some sort of otherworldly daze in my mind, like I had become part of these two.

Ravinica and Corym clasped hands above my arching back. I pressed my body flush against her warm curves and jackhammered my hips like a damn novice, unable to tame my ravenous heart and motions.

Within minutes, I came, cock throbbing inside Ravinica and loosing my cum to mingle with Corym's. At nearly the same time, as if he had a timer for how long I'd last inside my queen, the elf flooded my insides with his essence and pulled back to survey his handiwork.

I was a breathless, moaning mess, my brain cracking in ecstasy for a full thirty seconds before I was finished and spent.

I tumbled out of Ravinica and rolled onto my side, panting. Pants humiliatingly around my knees, shirt lifted to show my belly, both sides of me leaking.

Slurping up drool, I opened my eyes once I felt a presence over me.

Ravinica swooped her head down to kiss my cheek. "Wonderful, wasn't it?"

I nodded stupidly, unable to form words yet. Still gasping for breath.

She cradled my head on the fleshy warmth of her lap, gently sweeping her hand through my lank, gold hair. "Sven said it best. You're part of my pack now, Arne."

I came to, brow furrowing, and popped my head up. "Sven Torfen ?"

She chuckled at my disbelief. "Is there any other?"

"I . . . just didn't expect that, is all." A frown forced its way to my lips, bringing me out of my blissful state. "After how he treated you."

"That was the past," she said, still petting me.

Corym had joined us, resting his back against the wall to regain his breath. I could only imagine how tired he must have been to fuck both me and Ravinica in the same session, and so efficiently and expertly.

Ravinica's body moved with a shrug. "Maybe I enjoy being treated as an object of his affection once in a blue moon."

"More like a full moon," I snorted, looking out from her lap sideways at the waterfall. "Oh, I'm sure he treated you like an object , all right. A fucking chew toy."

She chuckled lightly. "Always with the wit, iceshaper. Even now."

Everything had changed between us in a matter of minutes. It was unbelievable. I couldn't believe this was my reality. I owed everything to Ravinica Linmyrr. She had decided my fate.

It was certainly a favorable fate, for a man like me.

"What is next, lunis'ai ?" Corym asked in a faraway, tired voice.

I sat up and faced Ravinica, our eyes locking. I blushed, seeing the fervor in hers—the authority that now controlled me.

All three of us put our backs to the end of the wall in the cave. We gazed out lazily at the waterfall. Contemplating our existence and what we'd just done.

Then Ravinica said, "You're coming with us, Corym. I won't have you stay with the Lepers Who Leapt any longer."

"Do you not trust them?" he asked.

"It's not that. I don't want you to be apart from me any longer. We'll find a way to make it work."

Corym grunted his understanding, his thanks. I could tell he wanted the exact same thing she did—to not be apart from her for another minute.

The wait inside this cave, night in and night out over the past week, must have been torturous for the elf who cared so much for my little fox.

I smiled and clicked my tongue. I was sore, spent, and content, but I wasn't done yet.

"What is it?" Ravinica asked me, slightly tilting her head.

I sat between them. My left hand fell on her thigh, my right hand fell on Corym's. "Lucky for you two, I already took it upon myself to find a nice cozy spot to put the elf."

Their bodies stiffened in my hands. They were like putty, and even though they governed my every move and I was now an obedient pet for my queen, I felt powerful in that moment. Like I served a purpose, at last.

"No shit?" Ravinica quipped. "I'll be damned. You really have come around, Arne. And made yourself useful."

I twirled my wrist in front of my face, making a mock bow. "I live to serve, my queen."

She blushed. Clling her "my queen" didn't have the same gravity now that it did during our torrid affair, when our minds and bodies had been filthy and lustful.

"That means I only need to find Magnus, and I'll be done," she said.

I lurched, facing her, finding her chin bowed, brow creased, lost in thought. "Magnus? Done? With what?"

Her head popped up. A scared look flashed across her eyes, which worried me.

Wincing, she turned away, embarrassment chasing the fear from her eyes. "Oh, right. I nearly forgot. I, uh, have something to tell you, Arne . . ."