Chapter Fifteen

 

 

The invading armada must have been watching the flight of their leaders through telescopes. After the dragons were both killed, they turned their ships about and headed home. No man wanted to risk his life if he didn't have to. Still, my father sent a group of soldiers down to the beach, just in case it was a trick.

Bayard confessed his mermaid meeting to us, and what had come of it, concluding that we, his sons and I, were immortal. I would not have believed it, had I not already seen what my husbands were capable of and witnessed Barret's miraculous healing firsthand. The men were meant to have immortal lovers, as in plural, so I suppose the magic got a break with me, and only had to make one woman immortal. And yes, we are. All of us are still alive today. How else could I be here to tell you the truth of it now?

My husbands and I have lived through several lifetimes, seen amazing things, and still, we love each other as fiercely as the day we pledged our lives to each other in that stone chapel. But those are other tales, for another time, and I first need to end this one. It ends, as it began, with love.

We feasted and danced, several bards singing the tale of the princess with the hair of fire, facing down dragons in her wedding finery. How her husbands stood strong beside her, one falling to the vicious dragon's claws, only to emerge unscathed. A miracle. Magic. The foundation of our fairy tale had been constructed. But somehow it ended up wrong, like a game of telephone. It was told and retold until the result was completely different from the original. In the Grimm's fairy tale, none of the brothers married me. But in reality, we all had our happily ever after together.

It was a short celebration since many of our people were busy burying their loved ones and rebuilding their homes. My father sent men to help them, and it felt wrong to rejoice when so many were grieving. So my husbands and I retired to my bridal bower much earlier than we'd expected. I was nervous, even after slaying a dragon. There was always the possibility that I'd do something wrong, touch them incorrectly, or just plain screw up the... well, the screwing. Yes, I know your modern terms. I may have been born in another time, but I've learned how to adjust to the ages.

We had all bathed after the fight, but our wedding garments were ruined. My crown and train had been recovered in the courtyard. The crown was bent but salvageable. The train, not so much. I didn't care. They were just things. Objects. My husbands were alive and well. That was more than other women could have said that night, and I was grateful.

But still worried.

We had entered my spacious bedroom to find it not so spacious anymore. Before the massive bed were four, little, white tents. Their front panels were open, revealing a mattress within each of them, draped in white silk. Then there was a confusing collection of silk swaths hanging from the ceiling, in front of the fireplace. All the other furniture had been pushed against the walls, except for a small table which held strips of black silk and fluffy wads of cotton.

“Um...” I swallowed hard as the door shut behind Barret, and all of them fastened predatory stares on me. “How are we...?”

“We've talked this over,” Robyn looked to the other men and nodded, “and come up with a plan.”

“A plan?” I squeaked as they prowled closer.

“Four men, our appetites,” Arnet shook his head, “it's too much to ask.”

“Especially of a maiden,” Barret said gently.

“But we all want to be with our wife on our wedding night,” Hugin added. “It's only right.”

“And we all want to have you first,” Robyn smirked.

“So we've come up with a way to satisfy everyone,” Arnet smiled wickedly.

“We will go slowly, Addy,” Barret promised, “and make sure you're ready for what comes.”

“And when that time approaches, we will each don a blindfold,” Robyn waved to the lengths of silk on the table. “And fill our ears with cotton.”

“Then we will lay within our tents,” Hugin waved towards the tents, “and you may come to us when you are ready.”

“And start with whichever one of us, you wish,” Barret smiled. “We shall not be able to hear or see what happens, and so we won't know whom you choose to bed first.”

“And please,” Robyn sighed. “Do not tell us. Let us each believe that we are your first choice.”

“Sometimes the fantasy is more important than the facts,” Hugin nodded.

“But I will still need to...” I looked at the bulges in their breeches pointedly.

“Satisfy us all?” Arnet chuckled. “We will help you with that as well.”

“How?” I frowned.

“You'll see,” and then Robyn was on me, his hands roaming my body as his tongue invaded my mouth.

The kiss had barely begun before I was swung away, into Hugin's arms. Hugin's smiling face was the last thing I saw before my dress was pulled over my head. He kissed me quickly and passed me to Arnet, who removed my shift. Then Barret held me, his gaze flowing over the undergarments I still wore. The only bit of my finery that had survived the battle.

“Beautiful,” Barret whispered. “Thank you for wearing them.”

“Keep those stockings on,” Robyn purred in my ear. “Through all of it.”

I turned to find Robyn naked, the proud member which I'd only glimpsed before, rising between us. It was longer than I remembered, but not as thick as Arnet's, which I admired next. Arnet's shaft stuck out straight before him, as solid as he was, but shorter than Robyn's. Hugin's rod was a little slimmer than Arnet's, but still rather thick, and curved up towards his belly. Barret was as in between as ever, his shaft neither as thick as Arnet's nor as long as Robyn's. A perfect middle. I inhaled sharply. I knew the mechanics of lovemaking, and staring at them all made me wonder if it were even possible. Would I disappoint them and not even be able to fit them inside me?

“They will fit,” Robyn chuckled, as if he had read my mind.

But that's how close we had become, and it didn't surprise me at all. What surprised me was them lifting me and placing me among the hanging strips of silk. There was a thick piece which cradled my torso perfectly, and also wide swaths to hold each of my limbs at various points, allowing for freedom of movement. I was suspended in mid-air and mid-brothers. They closed in on me with wide grins.

“What is this thing?” I asked nervously.

“An invention of Barret's,” Hugin ran a hand over one of the now taut strips of silk. “Ingenious, isn't it?”

“Um...” I bit my lip.

“It's wonderful, you'll see,” Robyn promised.

Hands went everywhere at once; to my face, my breasts, my thighs. Barret started kissing me as he lifted my shift. He pulled away just long enough to divest me of it, then brought his mouth back to mine. I sighed, but then jerked when two mouths descended on my breasts, one on each crest. I couldn't see who was where, but they sucked at me eagerly as yet another man parted my thighs.

My head spun as hands kneaded my flesh and fingertips stroked my skin. They were touching me everywhere, sliding over every inch of me. Nearly every inch. I inhaled sharply when my silk panties were pulled away and replaced with someone's face. A hot tongue laved me and my thighs tensed around his head. He chuckled against my womanhood and delved deeper with his tongue. Barret pulled back to trade places with another, and I got a glimpse of who was where.

Barret traded with Arnet, who had been at my left breast. Hugin was still working my other nipple as his hands roamed the rest of my body, and Robyn was nestled firmly between my thighs. He paused to look up at me and lick his wet lips.

“You taste like my every desire made flesh,” Robyn groaned before lowering his mouth to me again.

“Don't hog her pussy, brother,” Arnet growled before claiming my mouth.

I couldn't focus on one single sensation. I was floating in heaven, lost in the stars Hugin had shown me. Falling through one of those far away galaxies. Tongues flowed down from my breasts, licking me and biting me. Fingers plucked my nipples, and Robyn feasted. My legs began to shake, desire climbing to its apex, and Robyn pulled away.

I broke Arnet's kiss to scream in frustration.

“Not yet,” Robyn chided me as he switched spots with Hugin.

Hugin gave me a wink before he dove between my legs. I moaned with him as his tongue split me. Then I jerked when I felt one of his long, elegant fingers slide inside me. He pulled it out and slid it in again, faster and faster as he licked and sucked at me. I was rocking against Hugin's face and writhing against the other men.

“Take me in your mouth, Addy,” Arnet held out his thick cock, angling my head towards it. I blinked up at him in surprise. “Open your mouth and suck it in.”

I did as he asked and my mouth stretched over his girth, my tongue rubbing the veined underside. Arnet groaned and grabbed my hair, thrusting further into me. I sighed and began to suck on him, pulling back to breathe before drawing him in again.

“Just like that,” Arnet moaned. “That's a good little princess. Suck the tip now; it's more sensitive there.”

Arnet drew himself out so I could lick at him, sucking just the head of it into my mouth. He tasted rich, a dark flavor I'd never known before. I loved it, couldn't get enough of it. I devoured him.

“Easy now,” Arnet chuckled and angled my head back so that my neck made a straight line. He eased behind me, “There, open your mouth again.”

I did as he said and he slid it in me. It was nearly too much at that angle, so hard to breathe around his mass. But damn it, I didn't care. I just gasped in breaths every time Arnet pulled out, nuzzling the velvet of his heavy sacs as they hit my face.

“Hey now, you'll choke her with that monster,” Hugin protested. “Switch with me. You know you want to taste her anyway. She's the finest thing you'll ever have in your mouth, I promise.”

Arnet growled but pulled out with a grin, and the men leaned back as Arnet grabbed my thigh and swung me around on those silk swaths so that he traded places with Hugin. Arnet looked over my slick skin, his chest heaving with his breaths, and laid his heavy palms on my thighs. He pushed them further apart and rubbed his face into me, making happy little snarls. The vibrations shivered along my flesh, and I cried out, right into Hugin's mouth. Hugin twirled his tongue with mine, and then eased back just an inch.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” Hugin asked. “Do you understand now, why we're so eager to consume you?”

I gaped at him. Words were lost to me, and he knew it. Hugin smiled wide and then offered me his manhood. I licked it eagerly, then leaned my head back and tried to take him in as I had with Arnet. It worked easier with Hugin, who wasn't so thick, and I tightened my lips around him as he began thrusting into my mouth. Hugin cried out as I felt Arnet's tongue pushing into me. I ground myself against Arnet. Then I moaned around Hugin and flung my arms out to grasp whatever flesh I could find. Soon, there were thrusting shafts filling my hands, and I made tight fists for them to work themselves into. Mouths returned to my nipples, sucking harder as Arnet did the same. He covered me and sucked before rubbing his chin into me. Then he spotted Hugin.

“Humph,” Arnet chuckled. “You just wanted to steal my idea,” he said before he returned to licking me.

“Getting your cock sucked is hardly a new concept, Brother,” Hugin choked out as he slid his fingers beneath my chin and pulled me closer.

Arnet just grunted in response, happy where he was.

“Please show a little more respect for our bride,” Robyn snapped.

“I do respect her,” Hugin moaned, “oh so damn much.”

Again, I veered close to climax. And again, the men felt it and stopped. Arnet pushed me away from him, swinging me back in the opposite direction. Faces blurred and I closed my eyes until I stopped moving. I looked down to see Barret between my legs, but he wasn't kneeling. He stood with a hand around his perfect cock and laid it against me. As his brothers licked my sensitized flesh, he bent over me, grabbing the silk for support, and began to rub his length firmly across my slick lips. I screamed, climaxing instantly, my whole body trembling. Robyn covered my mouth and drank down my pleasure as Barret continued to pump away over my flesh. I shook through a climax that seemed to last forever, and then Robyn slid his long shaft into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, but he soon pulled it away from me. They all eased back, leaving me hanging in the silk, sated and shaking.

“Have you ever seen anything so lovely?” Robyn asked the others as they stared at me.

The brothers agreed that they had not. Then they helped me to my feet, and I stood on shaky legs as they each grabbed a length of black silk and a wad of cotton. They kissed me gently, each one of them, and then went to their tents.

“Take your time,” Arnet said as he laid down. “Look your fill for awhile and catch your breath.”

“So we won't know whom you choose,” Robyn added.

Then Robyn wrapped his blindfold over his eyes and pushed the cotton into his ears. The other men followed his lead, but Barret paused to explain one last detail.

“We are close to our satisfaction already, Addy,” Barret winked at me. “And we'll work ourselves for you, while you decide. So when you do choose, we'll be quick about it. You won't feel abused, I promise.”

Then Barret laid back, prepared himself, and set to work massaging his cock. I gaped at them, the four brothers laid out before me, blindfolded, deaf, and masturbating. I could look on them as long as I wished, stare upon their amazing bodies without fear of shame or judgment. It was the best wedding present ever. I strode forward eagerly, a smile spreading over my face. They had given me my pleasure, so I could now take my time with them. I felt no urgency to start.

What clever men my husbands were.

I went first to Arnet's tent, the one closest to me, and peered in at his thick body and matching member. He had a fist about himself and was thrusting his hips up into his hand. It made me shiver, my hand creeping down my belly. Arnet was so aggressive, and the thickness of his member was daunting as well. I knew I couldn't start with him. So I went on to the next tent.

Barret. His dirty blonde hair was sticking to his face in places, his expression one of extreme focus as he slowly drew his hand over himself. His body was slimmer than Arnet's, his skin a few shades lighter, but he still had a purely masculine physique. His waist tucked into slim hips, and I followed that line down to his blushing cock, and then to his slim thighs. They were clenching and releasing, his feet digging into the silk sheets. His shaft would probably be a good choice to start with, neither too big nor too wide, but I wasn't ready for what Barret might do to me. I moved on.

Robyn. His dark hair spread out across the white silk like spilled ink, and his stunning face was a study of sensuality; parted lips, the tip of his tongue flicking out, a flush highlighting the crests of his cheekbones. His lightly haired chest was more muscular than Barret's but not as wide as Arnet's. It rose and fell with his quick breaths. I lowered my gaze to his shaft, where he worked it with expert fingers. Robyn rubbed the moisture from its glistening tip and eased it over himself, groaning my name. That almost made the decision for me, that and the slenderness of his member. It would be a good way to ease myself into sex. But the length of him was daunting. So I went to the last tent.

Hugin lay there, head tossing, his blond locks clinging to him as if even they couldn't resist touching him. His pale skin was flushed, and his tight stomach was rippling with the movements of his hips. Muscled thighs were spread wide, directing my gaze up to his shaft. The rosy tip curved out of his fist, beckoning me closer. Thick but not as thick as Arnet's, and just the right length. Yes, this was the bed I wanted to lay in first.

I crawled into the tent and Hugin tensed, letting his hand fall away as a smile spread over his lips. I closed the tent flap behind me, and then reached forward to remove his blindfold. Hugin blinked those midnight eyes up at me and smiled wider as he pulled the cotton from his ears. I laid down beside him, but he quickly rolled me over, pushing me into the mattress.

“Adelysia.” Hugin sighed right before he kissed me.

His hands began working their soft, sweet magic, slowly teasing me, as his hips shifted my thighs apart. One of Hugin's hands delved into my womanhood and he groaned at how wet I was. His finger slid in as his mouth lowered to my neck, nibbling gently at my skin. Then he slid another finger inside me, and began working the two apart, easing my body open. Yes, this was the right man to begin with.

Hugin took his time, making sure that I was relaxed and open enough for him. Then he braced himself on one elbow and took his cock in his free hand. He eased the tip into me, and I squirmed, wanting more. Hugin pressed gently forward, and my body seemed to pull him in. I tried to move my hips, but he took his hand away from himself, to hold me down.

“Easy now, Addy,” Hugin was breathing hard. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” I said, but decided to let him set our pace.

Hugin slid inside me inch by agonizing inch, until he came to the barrier of my maidenhood. He looked up at me in surprise, knowing immediately that I'd chosen him to take my virginity, and my face fell. What if the others realized it was already gone? They'd be so disappointed.

“They won't know,” Hugin assured me. “Some women break their maidenhead before sex. Or they'll think we've torn it through our earlier ministrations. Don't worry, Addy.”

“Alright, I won't,” I moaned as he gave a firm push, breaking through that thin barrier, and then settled himself firmly against me.

One little twinge was all I felt. They had taken the time to build up my desire to the point that the pain was nothing. Something trivial that was soon pushed into the past. The fullness of Hugin inside me, the sweet sensation of his pelvis pressed to mine, the pure joy infusing his face, that was much more important to me than the pinch of losing my virginity.

“I love you so much, Adelysia,” Hugin said tenderly, spiraling the moment into earth-shattering.

“I love you too, Hugin.”

He began to slide in and out of me, slowly at first, then rapidly. Soon, Hugin was tensing, his whole face contorting with desire as he pulled out and emptied himself across my belly. I watched in wonder as he took his silk blindfold and cleaned off the warm swaths streaking my skin. He tossed the fabric aside, then collapsed over me in happy exhaustion, rolling to the side and pulling me into the cradle of his arm. Hugin kissed me tenderly, but then pushed me gently away.

“Go to them,” Hugin sighed as he settled back. “Don't keep them waiting any longer than they have to.”

I smiled and kissed him once more before leaving his tent and going to the one beside it. Robyn was working himself, still hard and in obvious need. I closed the flaps behind me and crept up beside him, kneeling next to his head. He felt me there and left off massaging himself as I removed his blindfold. Robyn smiled brilliantly, pulling the cotton from his ears and casting the pieces aside.

“Addy,” he growled and pulled me over him.

Robyn's mouth immediately latched onto a breast, and his hand went to work my womanhood. I ground against him, holding his head to me. He grabbed my hips and pushed me lower, then spread my thighs over him.

“I can't wait any longer, Adelysia,” Robyn begged, “please take me now.”

My hands went to his long cock, holding it straight for me, as I eased myself above him. I slid the tip of him inside my channel. Robyn groaned and laid back, his hands covering my breasts and playing with my nipples.

“Try and relax,” Robyn said gently, even though his face was tight with need, “and just ease yourself down on me when you're ready.”

I did. I eased down his length slowly, making Robyn roll his head on the pillow and bite at his lips. One of his hands went to my pussy, and his finger began rubbing at my clit. Circling and flicking. I cried out and dropped down on him completely. He shouted, his hands going to my hips to hold me in place. Panting, Robyn began to thrust up into me, and I took every inch of him. I was shocked at how good it felt to have him so deep inside. I couldn't even move, had to brace my knees around him as he bucked violently upwards. Then he was shaking, and his hands clenched on my hips.

“Addy!” Robyn cried as he pulled me off him.

Thick jets sprayed up onto his stomach as he came. Robyn yanked an edge of the sheet over, and I helped him clean himself. Then I fell over him, snuggling into his chest as he lowered his face to kiss me.

“I love you,” Robyn said as he reached for the cotton. Right, he didn't want to hear how many others came after him. Hugin had been certain he was the first, but Robyn wasn't.

“I love you too,” I got to my knees, then to my feet, and left him, shutting the flaps behind me.

Next was Barret, and I swallowed hard to think of what he had planned. I went into his tent and closed the flaps behind me. Then I crawled over his body. Barret's hand stopped its focused movements, and he smiled, reaching up to remove his blindfold. I helped him take the cotton from his ears and then laid my body fully over his. He was smaller than Robyn, but still so much larger than I. And he proved suddenly, that he was much stronger than I was as well.

Barret lifted me into the air and flipped me over, so that he was crouched over my body on hands and knees. Then he smiled broadly and pulled the red ribbon out from beneath his mattress, the one he had bound me with before. I shivered, anticipating what he might do. But Barret shocked me by pushing both of my knees up and to the sides of my head. My eyes went wide as he wrapped one of my ankles with the silk ribbon, and then tied the other end of the silk to a hook on the tent pole behind me.

“Barret,” I started to sit up.

“Trust me,” he purred and took my other ankle in hand.

He wrapped it with his silk blindfold and tied it to the other pole behind my head. My legs were up in the air, my thighs spread wide, and my ass lifted. Barret pulled the pillow out from beneath my head and shoved it under my hips, causing me to be angled up even further. My breasts were falling back against my chin, and my womanhood was bared and lifted to him. Barret parted me and pinched the juncture at the top until a little red bud emerged. Then he flicked it with a finger. I screamed, and he smiled wider.

Barret stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it before placing it against the sensitive nub once more, and rubbed it firmly. My legs shook, and I moaned. He continued to rub me until I was dripping down his hand. Then he slid the flat of his palm down my pussy and back up again. I writhed. He went down once more and laid a wet fingertip to that other place. Yes, there. My eyes shot open.

He gave me a devious wink as his free hand went to rub my clit again. Then, when I was relaxing into the pleasure, Barret slid the tip of his finger into that other hole. I trembled violently and shouted through my orgasm. As I came, his finger slid further in, and his thumb went into my pussy. He started working both openings, stroking me in and out, until I couldn't take anymore. The orgasm seemed endless.

That's when Barret entered me. He grabbed his cock and just slammed into me with one move. Barret paused there, pressed hard to me, as I grabbed my thighs and pulled them further back so he could go deeper. I wanted more and more. And Barret saw it. He pulled out and then thrust in again, pounding me hard at the height of every push. He grabbed my thighs, his hands over mine, and drove into me even deeper. Then pulled out, laying himself against my pussy, to keep rubbing against me, while he came violently over my breasts, his whole body shaking. He lifted himself up long enough to wipe away his cum. Then he fell over me, kissed me tenderly, and reached up to undo the ties.

Barret flopped back with a happy smile and a murmured “I love you, Addy,” and then I helped him get the cotton back into his ears.

I could barely walk to the next tent, so shaky was I from the pleasure Barret had given me. But I made it there, and I was glad that I did. Arnet was still furiously pumping his cock, his face glistening with sweat. I closed the flaps and hurried over to him, removing his blindfold immediately.

He didn't say a word, didn't even take the time to pull the cotton from his ears, just fell on me. I was under Arnet in seconds, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers working inside me. His thick thumb rubbed against my clit as he slid first one, then two fingers into me. I pulled the cotton from his ears, and Arnet latched onto my neck, biting deep into the muscles there. I rocked up against him.

Then he grabbed me firmly by the hips and twisted me around, putting me on my hands and knees beneath him. Arnet spread my legs roughly, and then my lips. I felt him nestle that thick head against me there. He pushed in just a little, working his mass inside my body, which was still too tight for him. Arnet growled in frustration and continued to push; he worked the tip in and out of me until he was finally able to slip more inside. With a growl of triumph, Arnet slammed into me fully.

I shouted with the pleasure of being filled by him. His hands went to my breasts and squeezed hard as he pumped into me from behind. My nipples were drawn between his fingers and Arnet pinched them as he pulled on my breasts. I bucked, and he snarled. The sound of our bodies coming together made me bite my lips and shiver.

Then Arnet pushed my face down into the pillow, tossed my hair out of the way, and worked at my neck again with his teeth. His whole body laid over me now, pushing down with all that strength, and his cock was filling me, stretching me deliciously. One hand suddenly slid between me and the mattress to find my clit, and rub furiously as his thrusts became even more violent. I came, shrieking, and he pulled out as he joined me, hot liquid splashing over my ass.

Arnet fell to the mattress beside me and pulled me in against his chest tight as his face angled into my neck. Absently, he grabbed an edge of the sheet and wiped the mess away. So considerate, my husbands. I smiled into his chest.

“I have never loved anyone or anything like I love you,” Arnet whispered.

“I love you more,” I whispered back. “But Hugin was right, that cock is a monster.”

“Are you alright?” Arnet lifted his head to study me.

“Much, much better than alright,” I smiled, and he relaxed.

“I think you've tamed this monster,” Arnet rumbled into my ear.

When I was finally able to get up, I put the cotton back in his ears and left the tent. I'd have to leave them all awhile so they'd think they had each been my first. All except Hugin, who knew that he was. I smiled and went back to Hugin, finding him working himself again. I lifted a brow, and he grinned shamelessly.

“I may have listened a bit,” Hugin shrugged.

“So you don't just like to watch,” I teased, “you like to listen as well, Stargazer.”

“I do,” Hugin said immediately. And then he nodded down to his cock, “Are you too sore to help me with this?”

“I'm a bit tender, but not everywhere,” I crept forward and took him in hand.

Hugin laid back with a groan as my mouth descended over him, and I began to bring my husband to his second orgasm of the evening.

Later, after I had freed them all from their self-imposed silence, we crawled up into our wedding bed and clung to each other in contented bliss. But there was one thing my clever husbands hadn't considered when they made their plans, the insatiability of youth. Well that, and the effect we had on each other. It didn't take long before they were all ready for another round. They put me back in the swaths of silk, and as I hung there suspended and surrounded by their love, I thought to myself that I would fight seven dragons for them. Seven-thousand dragons. For my husbands, I would brave any monster in the world. Even Arnet's little monster.

Sometimes you have to fight for your fairy tale. But fairy tales, the real ones, are worth the battle.