Arc carries me out of the water and onto the sandy beach, despite my protests that I can walk on my own, thank you very much. The sand has been warmed by the sun and makes a cosy mattress that Arc now lies me on.

"Yer so beautiful," he mutters, looking down at me. I'm the only one on the ground; the men are all standing over me, watching, staring, admiring. It's a bit too much attention.

I stretch out my arms as if to pull the guys down to my level. Frost smiles and kneels at my feed.

"Spread your legs, Princess," he whispers and I do so without thinking. I rest my head on the sand, my breath ragged already in anticipation of what's to come. I'm going to enjoy this, that much is for sure.

Frost's lips graze my thigh, his tongue sliding over my skin ever so softly. It's a touch not much more than a breath, but it makes me shiver in delight. He presses tiny kisses on my thigh, working his way upwards. Electricity is running through my veins, telling my body to prepare for the coming onslaught of emotions and pleasure.

Frost wraps his hands around my thighs and pushes my legs open even further. His lips have almost reached my centre, only an inch or so away. He's so close to making me come apart already. Only a tiny bit more... his mouth is on me, his tongue flicking against the most sensitive spot of my body and I spread my arms, gripping the sand as if to keep me in place. His touch is too much and not enough at the same time. I close my eyes, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Frost suckling on me. On the spots where his hands are touching me, little lightning bolts are shot into my skin, giving me goosebumps. Then his hands are on my breasts, no, they can't be his, they must be one of the other's. Gently massaging my boobs, then, fingers twirling my nipples, while yet another pair of hands stroking back my hair. Lips on mine, soft yet hard enough to make me open my mouth and let him in. My right hand is lifted from the ground and put around a warm, hard cock. I smile against the kiss. One of my guys is wanting some attention. I start stroking him in the rhythm Frost is setting with his expertly flicks and swirls of his tongue. I'm so close, not much further. So many sensations, it's hard to keep track of them all. When Frost's lips disappear, I want to protest, but I'm busy kissing, and anyway, a moment later something presses against my entrance. Well, I know exactly what it is. I lift my hips to give him easier access, but he doesn't need it, he's gliding into me already. I moan against the kiss, squeezing the cock in my hand a little harder than I probably should. He groans - it's Arc, I think - but then holds my wrist and makes me rub him even faster. Someone begins to nibble on my nipples, a warm mouth holding them captive.

It's too much. I scream and arch my back, coming hard on whoever is fucking me. Sparks are dancing in front of my eyes, rainbow coloured and very sparkly, proving once again that this isn't quite real. Who cares, what I'm feeling is very, very real. I wrap my legs around the man who's still pushing into me, his cock filling me up completely. I'm not going to let him go. I'm not going to let any of them go.

"Wyn, could you remove the ropes from us?" Crispin asks in a pained voice and I can't help but open my eyes. All four of them - including Storm, who I've got inside of me - are having ropes wrapped around their wrists and torsos, making them unable to move much.

I laugh, unable to believe that my magic actually did that.

"Please?"

I'm choking, their affronted expressions making me giggle uncontrollably. I have to say, those ropes suit them. My men. Mine. Definitely mine. Nobody else is allowed to have them, and they're not allowed to leave. Am I turning a little dominant just now?

Storm steps back and I'm suddenly empty.

"Come back!" I command, but he just grins.

"Remove the ropes first."

I know that they could all do it themselves, they're not exactly magicless, but they want me to do it.

"I don't like being blackmailed," I complain. "And I quite like that look on you."

Crispin groans. "We've created a monster."

"I prefer sexually liberated woman," I retort. "But that doesn't mean you can't be liberated either."

I tell my magic to remove the ropes and she does as I've asked. Pity. I'd almost hoped I could use my rebellious magic as an excuse.

"Thank the Gods," Frost exclaims and rubs his wrists. "That was uncomfortable."

I smile. "Sorry?"

He winks at me. "My turn."

He pushes his brother out of the way and takes his place between my legs. "No, let's do this differently," he says and sits on the ground instead. "Sit on me, sweetheart."

I don't really want to move, but the sight of his erect cock is enough to make me get up and approach him. I slowly lower myself onto his hardness until I can kneel on the ground, my legs pressed against Frost's hips.

He lifts his pelvis and presses further into me and yet again, I can't prevent a moan escape me. He increases his pace, holding my boobs so they don't whip up and down. He's so deep within me, getting deeper still, that I feel like we're merging, becoming one and the same.

A hand falls onto my lower back, pressing me forward.

"Ready for two of us?" Arc whispers into my ear, his finger already circling the entrance to a place I usually don't think about a lot. Before I met the guys, I never thought I would ever have sex with two men at the same time, but they've certainly changed that feeling.

Arc gently enters me with his finger, rubbing against Frost's cock through my inner walls. It feels dirty and amazing and I need more.

"More," I groan, followed by chuckles from both of them.

"So demanding," Arc mutters, removing his finger and replacing it with his cock. It hurts a little when he enters me, but a bit of healing magic immediately removes that feeling. All I want is the pleasure, the sensation of being close to them. They move inside of me, finding a rhythm that works for both of them. I can no longer keep myself upright and let myself lie down on Frost's chest, my nipples hard against his skin. What are the other two Guardians doing? Why aren't they here?

Frost lifts his head and captures my lips with his, and immediately, all thoughts of the others disappear. He's the best kisser of them all, at least right now, while I don't have anyone else to compare him too. He tastes of sea salt and the freshness of morning dew. I meet his tongue with mine and we begin that most ancient dance, one we have practised before.

Arc grabs my hips and is starting to breathe heavily as he increases his pace. He's close, and so am I. Frost too, I think. Wouldn't it be nice if... I have a crazy idea. And before I can think about it properly, my magic takes it into her own hands.

My four men groan at the same time and I do a slightly more moany sound as the orgasm rushes over all of us. All five of us. Coming together. I ride the wave, dimly aware of how the two men are still moving within me.

"What the fuck was that?" Storm asks breathlessly. "I wasn't... I didn't..."

"Wyn?" Crispin sounds both amused and shocked. "Was that you?"

I keep my eyes closed, feigning innocence.

"I'm not sure I liked that... or maybe I did..."

It seems I've managed to make them all speechless. Arc steps back and Frost rolls me off him until I'm back on the sand. I moan in frustration.

"Just giving you some space," Frost whispers before he gets up.

I sit up, watching as three of them walk away, still naked, their skin flushed, leaving only Crispin behind. I smile, my heart aching at their thoughtfulness. He prefers to be with me on our own, without the others, and that's what they're enabling us to do now.

I pat the sand on my left, inviting him to join me on the warm ground.

He lies down on his back and wraps an arm around my shoulders, letting me use him as my pillow.

"Are you okay with this?" he asks quietly. "I know you like to be with the others."

I turn my head so I can look him in the eyes.

"I like to be with the others, and I like to be with you. Don't ever doubt that you don't count just as much as them."

He sighs. "I want to, but I... it reminds me of..." His voice is shaking all of a sudden. I can't help but turn onto my side and hug him.

"The Morrigan used to... not just me..."

I run my hands over his back, trying to hold back the sadness that is threatening to take a hold on both of us.

"Shhhh," I whisper. "I know. You don't have to say it."

"Sometimes the memories get too much. I try to be strong, but they slip through the cracks and right into the scars she's left on me."

"I understand. I've seen what you've gone through," I say soothingly, pressing him closer to my body. I want him to feel safe. Happy. I want to dispel the demons of his past, but I don't know how. We've made progress, but I'm not sure they'll ever let him go.

"I don't know how I even deserve you," he mutters. "You should run away screaming. You've already got three men, all of them so much stronger than I am, so why do you need me?" His voice has turned bitter.

"Because you're you," I tell him. "And I think you're the strongest of them all. Look at you, how far you've come. You could have just given in and stayed the Morrigan's slave, but no, you fought, and you're still fighting, every day, even now. You're the strongest person I know, Crispy, and I will tell you that as often as you need to hear it."

I run one hand through his hair, playing with his golden locks. "Now relax. Just be with me, in this moment, before we have to go back. I want to look at you, see your eyes, your face. Let's pretend everything is alright."

"We'll find a way to fix your vision," he promises quietly. "There must be a remedy somewhere out there, and I'm going to find it for you."

"Maybe once we've defeated Angus and the Morrigan, my mother will be strong enough to help me." I know that's wishful thinking, but sometimes, the hope of the impossible is all that gets us through times of darkness. In my heart, I still believe that she'll get better, even though my brain tells me otherwise.

"Maybe."

He returns my hug and lets me snuggle against his naked body. The sun is warming our skin, seagulls are calling in the distance, and I am so happy that my heart could burst.

"Crispin?" I whisper. "Thank you for being here with me."

"Any time. Maybe Blaze can show you how to do this trick. We need more moments like this."

"Agreed. Now kiss me."

He lifts himself on his elbows and smiles down at me.

"With pleasure."