Epilogue Mabel

T he days passed quickly after that moment.

Once I snapped out of my fugue, we got out of there. Not just the bog, but Kiros Somu. Honestly, I never want to see that place again.

We let Reeve there to rot. But not before Fenn pissed on his face. Brugo then grabbed his head and threw it as far into the forest as he could. Which is considerably far. He's an orc after all.

What happened to Queen Siorah? I have no idea. Maybe King Gilberd was successful and killed her. Maybe she killed him. I hope so, because that man needs to die as much as Reeve did.

But the royal shenanigans of warring countries are of no concern to me anymore. I just want to live out my days with my monsters, no longer under the rule of anyone, be it country leaders or curses.

"We're home!" Fenn shouts excitedly as the boat bumps against the sand.

And we truly are home.

This island is the only place that ever felt like coming home since the day I was turned into a monster hunter.

We didn't even have to discuss it. As soon as we hopped on board our ship, no one said a word. We simply sailed out through the fog, thankful that it was still Sacruemus, and we didn't have to resort to asking Queen Siorah for permission to leave.

I rub my eyes, exhaustion taking over. Brugo leans up against my body, his heat sinking into me as his breath whispers across my shoulders.

"I can't wait to taste you," he says huskily in my ear and my knees tremble even as my pussy clenches.

Zeklan throws the gangplank out and grabs my hand. "Let's go!"

"Come on, Mabel," Fenn says excitedly as his permanent erection bobs happily in front of him. He grabs my other hand and leads me onto dry land. Brugo and Arthur follow, and I can't believe we're finally here.

"It feels so surreal," I whisper with a smile. I can't say all that I want to explain to them since my throat is tightening with the lump forming there.

Brugo seems to understand that I am overwhelmed and picks me up, cradling me against his muscular chest and I snuggle into him. Inhaling deeply, I'm lost to his earthy scent, like fresh earth after the rain. Fenn and Zeklan follow alongside, still holding my hands.

Looking up, I see Arthur behind everyone, and I smile. He was the beginning of all this and, here he is, still here at the end. I know he wanted to disappear, for this curse to join him back with the fractured parts of himself but I can see the joy there. He might have thought he wanted that, but I can see he thinks differently now. He can see into my soul, hear my heart speak the truth of the matter. I love them all equally and I love him just because he is all of them together. The very best of the Arthur I first fell in love with.

He knows I wouldn't want my life any other way now. That he was so much of a man that he had to splinter into four to truly love me.

It was the only good thing Reeve ever did.

We reach Fenn's camp, and nothing has changed. Nor should it have since no one even knows this island exists.

Brugo lays me gently down on a blanket that Arthur must have brought from the ship and spread before us. The sand below it is warm from the sun, and I feel it seeping into my bones even as Fenn is pulling the clothes from my body.

I managed to wash off the dirt while onboard the vessel and as soon as I was clean, I dumped my old, tattered clothes overboard, glad to be rid of them and the memories they contained. Luckily, we had extras packed away and Fenn, while eager to see me naked, is careful as he knows these are the only other clothes I now own.

Brugo drags his claws along my scalp, tangling in my hair and smoothing it as he draws the knots out. I shudder in delight as he moves lower, scraping against my neck, my collarbone, then between the valley of my breasts.

Fenn is already suckling on one of my hardened peaks, so Brugo traces a line to the other one and it pulls tight as I arch into his touch. The wet of Fenn's mouth and the sting of Brugo's single claw shoots sensation straight down between my legs and I groan out my need.

The wet slap of a tentacle lands on my ankle and moves slowly up my leg, pausing to cup my calf, then slither along the back of my knee as it moves ever closer to my core. Even as I revel in the slimy sensation, I am drawn away to Arthur's gentle touch at my hip. He moves over me, his fingers softening and when I glance down, I see his hand disappearing into smoke as he creeps closer to my navel. My eyes roll back as I clutch the blanket below me. He inches forward, dipping into my belly button as another tentacle slithers up my leg, quickly surpassing the first and the drench of slime coats my legs as it reaches my core. Fenn works away at my nipples as Brugo kisses me, his mouth covering mine as our tongues clash.

A tentacle slides over my nub and Zeklan moves along with it, settling between my legs as he feasts upon me with his dexterous tongue. Next to him is Fenn, Zeklan's appendages also slithering over his body as he kneels and devours me as well as clashes his lips with the sea creature's.

Arching my back, I reach down, one hand grabbing at Zeklan's hair, his smaller tentacles there connecting instantly to my wrist and holding it in place. My other hand finds Fenn's horns and I push down on his head, forcing his tongue deeper inside of me.

"This," he purrs into my opening. "This is how I want to die."

I groan as his words strum through my core and an orgasm is ripped from me even before I've been dicked. I writhe and cry out as the release pulses through me, my pussy clenching at two tongues lap at my juices. As aftershocks settle down, they pull free and Zeklan lines up to enter me.

His cock is firm and wet and full as he enters me, hefting my thighs up high with his strong hands, and I gasp as his small tentacles attach to me, suckling at my sensitive clit while the man pounds into me. I feel it mounting already, another climax, and I surf along until Zeklan's cock pulses inside of me. He lets go, his hips clashing against mine as he releases deeply into me, and I come alongside him.

Before I can settle down again, Fenn pushes Zeklan aside, his spent cock slithering out of me as his tentacles release. Then, Fenn is inside me, thrusting and groaning with such wild abandon that I grab at his hips, my legs crossed at the ankles behind his back, squeezing tightly as he stares down at me, watching my face for the first sign I might be coming again.

And fuck me, I am coming, fast and furious, and so hard that I tense my body and scream as the orgasm hits.

"That's it, Mabel," Fenn says as I feel the heat of his spunk also filling me.

When he pulls out, cum leaks down my legs, dribbling over the blanket a moment before I am stoppered again, this time by Arthur. His cock is hot and dry, like it always is, but there is no harsh friction, not with all the seed already inside of me. My lips are swollen, my pussy a little sore, but as soon as Arthur's cock expands inside of me, I connect my gaze to his and watch as he throws back his head and gasps with pleasure. Next to him, Zeklan peers down at me a moment before a tentacle reaches out and cups my cheek. I lean into the touch as I am pounded by Arthur and, for a fourth time, I feel the creeping heat of another orgasm.

"I can't," I pant.

"Oh, but you can," Arthur says, turning his gaze back to me. "And you will again for Brugo."

I moan as his cock expands, stretching me wide and getting me ready for my final monster, for Brugo to ruin me.

"Come for me," Arthur says, and I do.

As I scream and clench, Arthur's cock pulses inside of me several times before he is gone, pulled free by the orc and Brugo settles between my legs.

I am swollen, distended, my pussy lips puffy from the pounding but, as I look at Brugo, I feel none of the discomfort. All I see is the love held for me, the need in Brugo's eyes. But the look has been mirrored across all their faces just now.

They love me, they love me so much that they will travel to the ends of the world for me.

Brugo's mushroom-shaped cockhead slides in, and I feel the girth of it as it fills me completely. His claws scratch down my chest, raking across my belly before he sheathes them and grabs hold of my hips, pulling me tightly against him and stuffing me so full that I bite down hard on my bottom lip. Fenn is there, next to my face, his long tongue darting out and licking until I release my lip and Brugo begins to thrust, in and out, increasing the pace until I start mewling out my need.

I hear the orc rumbling low in his belly, even as I feel the pulse of him deep inside of me. The sound reverberates through me and as he continues to hammer into me, my final release mounts. I grab at his wrists, still digging into my hips as I squeeze hard and ram back with everything I have.

Sweat coats my skin, the air is thick with the scent of sex and then I feel it, the explosion, deep inside my belly and radiating out through my pussy as I pulse and groan and sink down into my climax. Brugo releases his seed as my pussy strangles him. Looking down, I see just how much cum he has released with the swell of my belly, and he rubs a hand gently over it while I settle down, exhausted completely from the thorough fucking I have just received.

Brugo pulls out and there is a slight relief as the cum leaks from my pussy but then his fingers are there, pushing it all back inside of me, his thumb filling my hole and making sure it stays there for now.

"I want you all so much," I mutter between the kiss, my gaze on Brugo's as he stares at me with such love in his eyes that I find it hard to breathe. "I thought I would never see you again."

"Well, let's not dwell on that, shall we," Fenn says, crawling up next to me and kissing the side of my mouth, steering clear of the orc but there isn't much space at all between them and I am thankful their quarrel is long forgotten. Next to me, Zeklan lays close to my body, holding my hand, Arthur drifting over the top of us all, his body now smoke but I can still feel his hand clutching at mine as well. "We have the rest of our lives together."

And, that we do.

Did Queen Siorah and Magnus survive? What happened to King Gilberd?