We fly through the night. The dawn breaks over the land in vibrant pinks and yellows. We stop at the mountain stream and drink our fill. I can smell the wildlife in the forest, quivering with fear at the presence of such powerful predators.

My hunting instincts and the hunger in my belly drive me into the forest. The kings follow, knowing my intention. We are all ready for a little diversion and a nice juicy steak. We stalk into the forest, crouching low and sniffing the air. I smell a den of wild boar and pounce forward. I put my snout at the opening of their den and blast a sonic boom.

The boar inside fall dead instantly. Too easy. Next time I’ll hunt in my mortal form for the challenge. We shift and prepare a fire to roast the meat. We’ll need a rest from the flight and fighting and fucking for days on end.

I pull a strip of bacon from the roasting pit, and lean back against the mossy rock and eat the juicy meat. The kings are enjoying themselves, and I smile at my mates as the delicious flavor runs over my tongue.

“It’s another day’s flight to the dark mountain,” Trav says between bites. “We’ll have to make camp and get a good night’s sleep before we take the Orgs at their source.”

“Agreed,” Conyac says. We finish up our meat, put out the fire, and jump back into the air.

Flying over the land, I feel a new kinship with Endor. I’ve never seen this much of the planet, coming from Earth. It feels good and right that I should take ownership of my land in this way. I am queen. I should know my country.

In the distance, smoke curls on the horizon, rising into the air and choking out the sun. I ask the kings what it is through our mental link. They don’t have any better idea than I do. We all assume the same thing: Orgs.

As we draw closer, we see the burning remains of what used to be an Endorian village. My heart contracts, knowing that my people have been butchered and displaced by the brutal army of Orgs. They must be stopped. They must be stopped now.

We land in the midst of the burning village and transform. Each of us curses the devastation, and we stand in a circle, exchanging glances.

“Enough is enough,” Trav says. “I will not see another village burned.”

“We have only a few hours until nightfall,” Conyac says. “We won’t make it much further this evening.”

“Not unless we fly all night,” I say.

“We must sleep to be in top form to take the on army forming at the dark mountain,” Trav says. “I’ve seen the visions in Gizmel’s scrying pool. The Org are born and armored with each passing second. Each Org we kill will be instantly replaced. To defeat such and enemy, we must be well rested.”

“I agree,” says Conyac.

“Let us find a place to make camp and fill our bellies before we sleep,” Trav says.

“All right, fine. We’ll sleep. And before we sleep, we bond,” I say winking at them before I take to the sky.

We fly on swift wings across the land until the sun begins to dip low in the west. Trav gestures to a stand of trees beside a stream, and we land amongst the boughs. Conyac goes to find food while Trav lights a fire, and I busy myself finding soft bedding for us to sleep on tonight.

I spread branches on the ground and cover them with sweet-smelling leaves and dried moss. Conyac returns with an armful of wild lettuce and a clutch of rabbits that we roast over the blazing fire that Trav has prepared.

We eat the bounty and speak of our determination to see the scourge gone from our land. As night falls, the flames flicker in the darkness. Fatigue descends over my eyes and body.

“I’m ready for bed, my kings,” I say, yawning.

“We will join you, lady,” Conyac says helping me to my feet.

We all climb into the bed I’ve made, and the kings snuggle in on either side of me. Their warm bodies press against mine, and I feel the comfort of knowing both these men adore me as much as I adore them.

We remove our armor, piece by piece, and lay naked together in bed. My proud kings are erect as soon as our ready flesh makes contact. Lips and tongues, mouths and teeth, we kiss and bite and worship each other. I reach down, take both men’s erections in my hands, and stroke them up and down. Their mouths move over my body like velvet fabric. Conyac runs his hand between my legs, pressing my clit in tight little circles while Trav squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples. Conyac’s tongue is deep in my mouth, and Trav is sucking my neck.

Even after a day of flying, I want them so badly my body is pulsing and ready to take them in whatever way they want to have me. The kings push me up on all fours with Conyac behind me and Trav in front of me. Trav guides my mouth down around his thick shaft. Conyac rubs his cock between my legs, spreading my juices over his firm shaft.

I moan as Trav sinks down my throat. Conyac pushes against my pussy from behind and slips slowly inside. He flicks my clit with his fingers, and I’m already coming. We move in our own perfect rhythm. The intensity of our lovemaking is like wild animals imbued with supernatural power. We come together in a blinding fury of throbbing need.