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KARL
Well, fuck me sideways. Victor stands there with his modified cock in his hand, the end flopping over the tips of his fingers. Then Everly walks into the room. I throw my hands up in front of me and catch her up on what's happening. I'm not against male on male sex. Garrot and Leyland have been getting much closer lately and I enjoy watching that happen. I don't even mind throwing in a hand here and there. I know it turns Everly on to see us pleasure each other, and I enjoy it, too. But this new guy, well, he's so new that I realise we know nothing about him.
"Oh," Everly says, still staring at Victor's cock. My eyes shift from hers to his appendage. It is impressive. I can't envisage what it would be like for Everly when it is inside her. Would those balls feel good?
"Sit," Victor interrupts my inner thoughts. My butt cheeks clench at his tone. His demeanor is domineering. I wonder how that will play out in our little group?
Everly sits next to Leyland, across from Victor. Victor stands and his hands wrap around her shoulders, they share a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes. Something passes between them, something sweet. He sits back down, a small smile on his face.
"I know this group is established already, so I don't expect to just slot right in," Victor says as he slips his dick back under the cloth. "But I'm sure you all feel the connection between the five of us." All eyes are on him. "My own sexual tendencies have been subverted for a long time, but I do have preferences," he states matter of factly.
Huh I bet he does.
"What are those, Vic?" Ever asks in a small but sure voice.
"Well, sweet girl, I would like to dominate you all." he replies. Fuck me, I knew it! I swivel my head and look at everyone at the table. No one reacts and he continues, "Garrot, what is your sexual appetite?" Our eyes slide to Gar, who sits up straighter in his seat.
"A little BDSM." His eyes go to Everly's, a small smile on his lips. "We are in the early stages of figuring things out." A blush spreads across her cheeks but she doesn't look away from Gar or hang her head.
"I see. Yes, I'd enjoy that. Leyland?" Victor inquires.
"I'm not sure I have any kinks. Up until a month ago, I had a virgin oath. And a seal," he answers.
"Ah yes, Cupid. I have heard of your oaths and seals. Admirable." Victor looks impressed. "Karl?" he asks, and all eyes are now on me.
"I—um ... " I can't put into words what it is I want. I'm just discovering what that is exactly.
"You are submissive?" Victor asks, getting it right on the first guess.
"Yes," I say quietly. Do I want him to dominate me? No. I want Everly to do that.
"I see. And you see Everly as your Dom, I suppose." He doesn't say it as a question. But I answer him anyway.
"Yes.”
He nods and turns to Everly. "My Q... Everly," he corrects himself. "And you?"
This time she does hang her head, but not in shame. No.She lifts her eyes to his and says, "All of it. Dom. Submissive. Well, not me as a submissive. Kink. I love it all. Watching the guys touch each other, I love that." Her eyes flick between Garrot and Leyland. My dick shoots up, hard as steel.
"Hmm, I see. Well, we can find a balance I'm sure. And how do you feel about men fucking men?" He asks without shame. She shifts in her seat. I instinctively know her knickers are wet. "You like that, don't you?" he asks in a low voice while leaning forward. It even makes my dick twitch, now I'm sure her pussy is soaking.
"I do. It's taken me a while, but I'm no longer going to deny what I want. Why choose, right?" She turns to me and says, "I know Karl is not into that." Then to Garrot and Leyland she says, "But Gar and Le are. I think?" she asks them.
"Fuck yes. We are only just getting into that. But so far... so fucking good. But big guy, I've got to tell you, I ain't so sure about that third leg of yours," Garrot says, laughing. “It's a little intimidating," he continues.
Yeah, no shit.
"I understand. We can take it slow, should Everly so desire it." He looks from Garrot to Everly. "I can help with all of that," he says, referencing the male on male action that's building between Garrot and Leyland. “But of course, it will take time for us all to adjust.”
It's been a long time coming with those two. Although they are both straight, and as far as I know neither have been with men before, they are close enough to take that step and it be natural. I myself have not been inclined to walk that path. Yet.
"Um ... ok ... so sexy times aside, tell us more about you," Everly asks Victor.
"I am two hundred years old. I have swung every which way during that time. However, I’ve rarely left the sea. When I have, it's only been to visit my father who lives on land," Victor begins, and we all sit on the edge of our seats. I can't imagine life underwater.
"Wow, that's old," Everly says, and we all burst into laughter. "Sorry, big guy. You don't look it, so that's good. Right?" she continues when we've all caught our breaths.
"Thank you. I think. Anyways," he looks like he's telling off a child, and it irks me a little. "My kind get passed from owner to owner, until they've found their fated female. That female then bloods them, and their true form is chosen." We all stare at him. I turn to Everly and see she's looking at him with a mixture of pity and a little desire.
"Tell Everly what you told me," I say.
Victor
I would be more than happy to sit here and talk about myself all day, but it's past their time to eat. In Atlantis, we eat whenever we choose, picking all day. Here on land they have set times. I'm still getting used to human ways, despite being surrounded by otherkin, this group have all adopted human ways.
When I finish telling everyone about my origins and my way of life in Atlantis, Ever tells me, "I have instructed William that change will come to your world and that of all Atlanteans if I have anything to do with it.”
I reply "Ah, my Queen, you must claim your throne first. The people need a visible Queen, not a land liver." I watch as her face contorts into one of horror.
The one she favours, Leyland, places his hand on her arm and says, "We will work it all out, sweetheart. Let's focus on one thing at a time? Defeating Poseidon."
We each nod our agreement. If my Queen intends to live on land, she will have to name a successor.
"Let's go out," Garrot suggests.
"Yeah, I could do with getting out of the house for a while," Everly says.
"I would much prefer spending some time alone with Everly," I state.
Her head turns to me, a frown upon her beautiful face when she says, "I want everyone with me." I already feel like she isn't going to submit to me.
"Ok," I say, and then the room empties faster than a full bladder. I stamp up the stairs after Everly, following her to her room and closing the door behind us.
"What's up, beast?" she asks. I find myself liking the name she's given me.
"I wanted some time with you. So here I am," I say, sitting on her bed. I sprawl out on top of the covers. It's so comfy, I sink into it. It smells like her and her three lovers.
"Huh, ok. Well, I'm going to get changed," she says as she busies herself opening drawers and pulling out clothes. I stand and walk to the garment coffin. Looking at the things inside, I realise this woman needs more. Pants, t-shirts, and tops line the rails.
"Where are your dresses?" I ask, turning to where she's sat on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes. Looking down at my own covering I decide I feel confined by the material, so I slip it off.
"I don't own ma..." she stops mid sentence as she takes in my nakedness. While in William's service I rarely wore clothing. He preferred his slaves naked. It may seem strange to some: my being a slave has not left any marks on my soul. For I have been unfeeling for a very long time. She casts her eyes down, to where my cock lays against my leg. Swallowing audibly, she carries on, "Many dresses."
"Does my skin make you uncomfortable, Everly?" I ask as she brings her eyes back to mine.
"Um—no. It's just ... I don't know. I've never seen a cock like that," she utters.
"Care to take a better look?" I ask her. I try my best to hold back the instinct to just take what I want while I can, which was ingrained in me by years of slavery.
"Um, sure?" she replies uncertainty. I stride over and stand before her. My hands are clenched at my sides to prevent me from grabbing a fistfull of her hair. Slowly she reaches out a hand. Before she touches me however, my penis grows hard, shooting up in front of her face. She lets out a shriek and falls back onto the bed, giggling.
"Oh my god, I thought you were going to cock slap me with it!" She throws out while laughing hysterically. I can't help but let a little chuckle slip between my lips. Sitting back up, she takes in my long length. The underside piercings glint in the light as she reaches out a finger to one of them in the middle. "Did they hurt?"
"No. Well yes, but I liked it," I tell her. Her eyes rise to mine, a question in them. "Touch," I tell her.
Her small finger glides down in the space between the silver balls on my cock and I lean my head back, savoring the soft touch of a woman after so long. "Unh, Everly," I grind out. I don't even know where it comes from, so unlike me: I reach my hand out and cup her face in a show of rare affection.
"I bet these feel pretty good inside me," she says quietly. Almost like she says it to herself.
"Take hold of the tip, Everly," I request. "Pull it towards the floor. There is more to see.” Doing as I ask, she wraps her small hand around the end of my dick and gently pulls it down.
"Oh!" she gasps.
"Those my Q—Everly, are made to pleasure the spot inside your cunt," I say and see her grimace. "What's wrong? You don't like them?" I ask. Suddenly unsure of myself.
"No no it's not that. I just hate that word," she replies. Ah.
"Preference?" I ask. She shifts back onto the bed. And unbidden, my body follows.
Looking at me from under her lashes, she replies, "I dunno. Pussy?" The dirty word on her lips makes my dick twitch. She sees it, and her head jerks towards my penis. “Fanny, vajayjay, slit, but not cunt or clunge or even minge. Can't stand those,” she giggles, rambling nervously.
She doesn't even blink as I pull the muscles inside me and make my dick dance. She bursts into laughter, which stops abruptly when I take hold of one of her hands, and place it around my length.
"Touch it. It doesn't bite, but I do," I say, watching her face for her reaction. I'm rewarded by her gasp and the slightly glassy look in her eyes.