Chapter Fifteen Fenn

T o be fair, being escorted off the premises is not the worst thing. After all, we are returning to my island, the place where I have been the happiest, and it's with all of us together. I positively grin with excitement. Nudging up against Zeklan, I run my fingers over the small of his back and his tentacles pulse with my action.

Everyone else though? They all look like shit.

Mabel's face is grim, her hands still balls of anger as she marches out the door, the guards following closely behind us. Brugo is behind her. Grabbing one hand, he tries to relax the poor woman as she continues down the long set of stairs that lead to the bottom of the castle and our freedom.

Arthur, unsurprisingly, looks stony-eyed. After all, this is his realm, and he is right at home among the other smoke demons and their hierarchy. But there is also a gleam of something I can't quite place is his eye. The glimmer of… hope, perhaps?

That stands to be explored in greater depth later.

Like when we are all lazing around on the beach in the sun, after we have fucked Mabel until she can't walk.

My dick twitches in absolute delight at the thought and I can't help but groan out my pleasure.

"Seriously?" Zeklan hisses at me but when I turn to him, I can see a smirk there. He wants me too. I reach for his pants, quickly running my fingers over his cock and feel the swell there.

Another groan escapes my lips.

"Keep it in your pants," Arthur says, and I chuckle.

If only I had pants.

"Don't worry, you'll get some too," I whisper, leaning into the smoke monster and waggling my eyebrows at him. He's like Brugo, and only has eyes for Mabel, but a satyr can only dream at the meal he'd like to feast on.

"Over my dead body," Arthur replies, and I laugh out loud at him.

"Honestly, can you take matters seriously, for once," Brugo says, his voice louder than it should be, and it bounces off the walls as we sink lower down towards the boat that will take us away from here.

Trotting up to Mabel, I take her other hand, pulling her fingers free from their fierce grip, and lacing my own through hers. She automatically clamps down on my hand, but it is better than before, her grip not so tight and that grim expression on her face softens just slightly.

"I am going to fuck that anxiety right out of you once we get home," I say, and I swear she smirks for just a moment before her expression turns sour again.

Turning behind us, and glancing over my shoulder, I can see the queen hasn't followed us. Neither has Magnus. We are also too far below the war room to be able to see either of them, so I have no idea if they still watch us or not.

It's a shame we're not staying, in one regard. While Magnus was a frightful bore, the queen was a delight. I have no idea why Mabel was so objectively against her. Although, jealousy can be a funny thing, I suppose.

We finally reach the bottom of the long stairwell, and the ship is waiting for us. Climbing aboard, I steady myself from the movement as everyone else steps onto the vessel. It's funny how happy I am to see our boat once more.

The guards split up, most staying behind, but follow us on board as they prepare to take us to the edge of Kiros Somu, where, no doubt, they will alight and walk back to the castle. But, first, they have to make sure we actually leave.

I won't lie, it's nice not to worry about steering the vessel. Even if I'm not much help to Zeklan and Brugo, there were still times I was needed and it's pleasant just to let someone else direct the ship.

The journey is both fast and slow as we make our way through the fog that swirls eternally on the island. It doesn't take long for us to move through the absolute wall of mists that protect the castle. But then, it seems to take forever to move through the surrounding area.

I wish we could have stayed at the castle. It was comfortable there, and the luxury was divine. However, to go home with all of us, that is something else entirely and I think about the small island that has become more of a home than my actual island ever was. It's the people I share it with. And I hope that Arthur will also settle in nicely. Although, I wonder if he will look out to sea and yearn for Kiros Somu since he will be able to see its mists from the shoreline on clear days.

But I'll be able to help him with that.

Even if he's not into me. Having Mabel there, being able to please her all the time, that should be enough to make him come around. Quite literally .

I know he wants to be human again. But we can all make him see that this is the better way. Mabel will be happier; I just know it. I can tell she doesn't want to lose us, no matter how much she loved Arthur as a knight before he split and became us. Something has shifted. Be it fate, or the curse–or love–but she wants us more separately than she ever did as a single entity. And I for one, am thankful for the damned curse that split us all asunder.

I gaze at Mabel, wanting to be by her side but to do so would make me want to rut her, so I stay here, watching and wishing, as the other monsters surround her until the guards pull up and draw the boat to a stop.

Without a word, they all stand as one and exit the vessel. We're on our own now. Although, they wait patiently on the shore as Zeklan steps up to man the vessel and he and Brugo guide it out of the small outlet and onto the sandy beach. Then, they turn, once again, as one single unit, and disappear into the mist.

"Well, good riddance to you too," I utter under my breath and head up to where Mabel now stands, looking over the edge and back over the island we are about to leave.

"I'm going to miss this place," she whispers a moment before her body stiffens and she gets that terrible look in her eyes.

"Zeklan," I say as dread coats me. "She's slipping already."

How could the curse be on her so quickly? I wonder as I reach for her breast, eager to help her out of strife, even as I think it is strange she has reacted this fast. Surely, we are still within the grasp of Kiros Somu. The mists are still shrouding the ship, for the sake of the gods.

Zeklan glances over, but he has to man the vessel. Instead, Brugo joins me, kneeling before Mabel as he tugs at her pants. The material is not her usual leather, so they give easily, and I watch as goosebumps roll over the length of her exposed thighs. I sigh with their deliciousness. Leaning forward, I draw her shirt up, the puffy material ballooning as I run my fingers over her creamy skin. Her nipple is a pebble in my fingers as I touch it, her body already aching with need.

"Hurry," she whispers even as she draws away from us, but Brugo wraps one arm around her hips, drawing her core to his wide mouth as his tongue darts out and takes a sip of her delicate nectar, his tusks digging into her stomach as he does so.

Arthur's foggy form solidifies into fingers, and they roam her body, making her gyrate with need against Brugo. I can smell her desperate need already and my cock weeps with wanting her so badly.

Laving over her hard nipple as I gently squeeze her soft flesh, I use my other hand to spread her wet folds so that Brugo can truly feast on her. She arches her back, at first trying to escape, one arm pressed firmly to Brugo's shoulders as she draws away. But then, she moans and throws her head back, caught in her bliss for a moment before there is a sharp bang, and the ship rocks violently to one side.

I am confused for a moment but then a voice rings out and everyone on board freezes.

"Step away from Mabel," Reeve says a moment before he steps on board and swings the flat of his sword at Brugo's head.