Chapter Five Mabel

I still struggle against them even though, in my mind, I know I shouldn't. Reeve is still in my mind, the curse tugging violently at me and trying to draw me back. Zeklan's tentacles cover me as he glides across the deck and down to the hull. The suckering of the cups is all over me, searching, finding, suckling, and I bite down on my lip.

Behind Zeklan, Brugo and Fenn hurry, the orc ducking his head in his haste to join us. I know what's coming and even though I still feel the pull of the curse, my insides tremble at what lies ahead.

As soon as we reach the bottom deck, Zeklan throws me down roughly onto the wet ground, the rough boards below digging into my skin, and I taste blood as I bite through the skin of my lip. I gasp through the pain, but it morphs into a moan as tentacles dig under my clothing and latch onto my clit. My toes curl and I reach out, digging my fingers into Brugo's skin as he towers over me, holding me down so the tentacles can work their magic.

And, oh , what magic they work.

Already, one is sucking so hard at my clit that I see stars as my eyes roll back into my head. Arching my back, my chest collides with Brugo's and his teeth clash against mine when our lips meet. Swallowing him whole, my tongue dances with his, his tusks digging into my cheeks as one hand tugs at my shirt, pulling at the cord and unraveling the front of it.

Fenn is there as soon as my tits are exposed. His long tongue laves over one as he squeezes the other between his thumb and forefinger. Brugo is between my legs. His cock damp, and hot, and hard, nudges against my opening, hampered only by the leather of my pants. Alongside my ribs, I can feel the extra heat of Fenn's bare cock, already weeping over my skin. Reaching down, I grasp it, squeezing so tight the head immediately goes purple. The satyr chuckles in my ear, his wet tongue running up my neck as Brugo continues the assault on my mouth.

Straining under him, I reach down, ripping at my pants, pulling them down before grabbing at his. Another hand is there–Fenn's–helping me. Brugo doesn't even notice as he rubs his engorged length against my hungry slit as soon as his cock is freed.

He thrusts into me, giving not a moment to anticipate it. Behind it, tentacles join, sneaking inside of me alongside Brugo's member, filling me until I cry out from pleasure and pain.

Fenn's tongue runs over my ear lobe, down my neck, along my shoulder, but he can't reach my chest because Brugo is holding me down with his entire body as he pounds viciously into me.

The squelch of tentacles inside of me fills my ears and my insides flip and flop with excitement, clenching around the triple intrusion and making Brugo groan loudly into my mouth. In and out, Brugo pounds, the two tentacles pulsing around him, sometimes adhering to my inner walls, sometimes milking the orc, bringing him quickly to release. I feel the hot and heavy squirt of him, deep inside and my orgasm follows, swallowing me and making it hard to breathe as the orc continues to kiss me. Heat rolls over my body, my face hot and flushed as waves of release take over, obliterating the call of Reeve.

As soon as Brugo is finished, he pulls free, orc seed spilling from me. I can hear the splatter of it against the wooden floor. But before I can fully appreciate the sound, Fenn is inside me, joining the tentacles that never left, filling me deeply as he ruts against me. Now that Brugo has moved, he can concentrate on my breasts once more and the satyr groans as he draws one peak into his mouth, sucking so hard it twists my insides. My toes curl, digging into the boards as I arch into his relentless kiss. Gasping, I twist my fingers in his hair, grabbing roughly at his horns and he nips down hard on my skin, the painful delight making me clench tightly against his cock and causing him to growl in delight.

Zeklan's tentacles continue to stretch me, another one sneaking inside, making it feel like I am being fisted instead of fucked. Even as I shudder through another quick orgasm at the thought of that, I can feel Zeklan's cock at my other entrance. I barely have time to open my mouth to scream out my delight before he enters me in one firm, wet thrust. The smaller tentacles surrounding his dick suction all over my skin, securing me to him and I feel my groan, deep in my stomach, before it releases.

"Fuck," I hiss as I am pounded from all directions.

Brugo takes this opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth, stifling any more sounds beyond slurps from me. It's still only semi-hard but I taste my release on him and take advantage of the fact I can suck him down further in this state. His fingers tangle roughly in my hair as he grinds into my face and takes me hard.

All I feel is the ownership, the movement of all my holes being plundered and the swift glide of the boat underneath as Arthur leads us quickly away from danger. However, now my monsters are all over me, filling every part of me, we are no longer in any trouble. My only regret is not that the curse failed but that Arthur is missing out. Even as another orgasm erupts over me, making me gasp and shiver and tremble, I am overwhelmed at the knowledge of missing the man who started it all. But then orc seed fills my mouth, cum fills my cunt and ass, and I can't remember another thing for a good while after that.

I am barely awake. Lazing between my monsters, there is a crazy tangle of arms, legs, and tentacles as we all hold each other. I run my fingers over one of Zeklan's appendages and feel the slick muscle of it as it pulses against my skin. While he is completely hydrated now, I can still feel a slight gap between his smooth skin and the hard muscle underneath. He might have swum through the ocean and taken another dive right after our love-making session earlier, but he still needs to soak some more. He has not quite recovered and that makes me sad. Once more, we just seem to need a moment to stop and to regenerate. Ever since I laid eyes on Brugo, there hasn't been a long enough break to simply breathe. Well, not until we made it to Fenn's island. However, that was a break for us, not Zeklan. He still had to leave us in order to try and help us.

Fat lot of good that did for us, though .

Even as I sink down into the wallow of what has happened, Brugo is there, tugging at my chin and making me look up at him.

"It's going to be alright," he says softly, and I see with sudden clarity that he is absolutely correct. Against everything, my stupid curse, and the lure of leaving them all, my monsters know me the best. They know how to fix me and bring me back home. Home . Every single one of them is home to me.

And, just like that, the tension in my neck softens. Brugo's thumb rubs gently across my jaw, then over the rapid pulse in my throat, his calloused digit caressing the softness of my skin before he trickles his hand down my neck and settles on my collarbone. I smile up at him, letting him know that everything is right in the world now, that I believe every word he just said.

"So, are you going to fill me in now on what just happened?" Brugo asks and I feel Fenn stiffen beside me. I mean his whole body, not just his cock. That didn't even go down after he came. The slither of Zeklan's tentacles as they rise up my body lets me know that the sea creature is also more attentive to Brugo's words.

"Yes," Zeklan says. "I have a few holes in my story too, like, for starters, how did we manage to get the boat back?"

Brugo laughs, a low rumble that has an edge of caution to it as well. I glance at Fenn, who has his gaze settled entirely on the orc. He is nervous but it's the usual nervousness he has had of late around Brugo. Looking at Brugo, I watch as his gaze softens just slightly before he speaks.

"It turns out Fenn was holding it hostage."

Zeklan frowns and I let out a low chuckle. "He was hiding the boat the whole time we were on his island," I say.

"Hey, to be fair, it was because I was worried you might all desert me," Fenn adds. "And you three are the best lays I've ever had."

"Honestly, the boat was there the whole time?" Zeklan asks and concern is there, hidden at the edges of his frown.

Fenn sobers up when he sees the look on Zeklan's face. "I'm so sorry," he says quickly, drawing away from me and crawling over the tangle of our bodies to get to the sea monster. "I put you at risk. You suffered so much on account of what I did."

Zeklan is silent, his jaw ticks dangerously and I have never seen him like this. There is rage simmering below the surface, along with a terrible sadness that tugs at his lips, dragging his body down even as Fenn reaches out to touch him. He flinches slightly but allows the satyr to rest his hand along his cheek.

"I should never have done it. Losing you before you were tortured is preferable to what you had to endure because of me."

Zeklan draws in a deep breath. His gaze is stern as he glowers at Fenn, and I have no idea which way this is going to go. A single tear trickles down Fenn's face when I glance back at him, and I reach out for it but Zeklan beats me to it. He smooths it away before drawing Fenn in closer, his lips brushing against the wet place on his cheek, taking away all the moisture before pulling away and finally speaking.

"Don't ever lie to us again," he whispers before crashing his lips against Fenn's. I gasp and Brugo draws me back to him, my body resting against the length of his and we watch as the two sort their problems out with a kiss that has me dripping.

"And what of the monster outside?" Brugo asks when the pair finally come up for air. Zeklan's tentacles are all over Fenn and the satyr tangles his fingers through the sea creature's as they settle back into a similar pose as Brugo's and mine, watching us as Brugo speaks.

"That's Arthur," I say. "He's a smoke demon. He's also my ex-boyfriend."

"You mean your dead ex-boyfriend?" Brugo asks.

"The very one," I reply, and we all launch into catching up on all the parts of the puzzle that have been the last little while since Zeklan left us.

We talk for hours in order to all get ourselves into the same spot. I am surprised at just what has unfolded. No matter how we had a plan laid out, fate stepped right in and did what had to be done to make it all work.

And that's exactly what it feels like. Fate . Something–or someone–is working hard to make sure we all found each other for starters. After all these years since I was changed, I was alone for so long. Always thinking I was destined to live on beyond the time I was allotted as a human, never getting a chance to feel like my old self again. Yet now I do. It took three–no, four –monsters to finally have this feeling.

"Arthur should be in here," I finally whisper.

"He's still guiding the ship," Zeklan replies.

"Where is he taking us?" I ask, suddenly wondering exactly where we might be in the vast ocean.

"I assume it's back to our island," Fenn says but then pauses. "But he wouldn't know where that is, would he?"

Our connection is strange. We all feel it, and we all respond to it. But it also runs havoc on us sometimes. Mainly like now when we all assume because one of us knows something, all of us do. It's the reason it took us so long to catch up just now. We know things and can't work out if it's just us or all the others too. We know without a doubt that we all belong together and with that conviction, we sometimes assume too much.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Zeklan responds, yawning and settling back down into the nest of us. He was saved by Arthur and seems to be the one most attached to him already–well, besides me, of course.

But I want to know now where we're going. It's not because I don't trust him, I do. Even though I have spent so many decades mad at him. When he returned, when I felt our connection, everything merely melted away. I should be angry. I should have more questions than I do. And, really, I do want to ask him things. But there's no rush. We've only just found each other again and we have forever to find out the why of the situation.

No, what I want now is the same connection I just had with the others. I want to feel Arthur again. Honestly, I don't know if we even can. The man is mere smoke after all. However, I felt the way he could touch me when I was out there in the desert. He physically managed to do so regardless of how he is made up. And I want to find out just how far that sensation extends now that we are away from danger.

As I am stepping up, drawing my limbs out from underneath the others, untangling myself from my lovers, a chill permeates the air that no one else seems to notice. Zeklan is already asleep again and the others nod off even as I look around. I hadn't noticed it earlier since we were all mashed together in a delicious post-sex puddle of love. With three men surrounding me, I sopped up their body heat. Standing, I feel boneless and want to sink back down immediately but the wisps of fog drawing down the stairs from above deck has me concerned. So does the tremble in my lip and the biting cold that has gooseflesh rising along my arms.

Where are we exactly? I wonder, tension replacing the succulent relaxation and I head for the exit.

Once I rush up the stairs and stare out across the water, I realize that we have merely traveled from one fearsome danger to another.