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KARL
I watch, confused, as Everly practically runs from the room. I turn to Vic, a questioning look on my face.
"I think she is confused about her feelings for me," he says, before I ask him anything. "She spent a long time thinking she was merely human; the adjustment is taking its toll. She has to rethink everything she has ever known about relationships." his voice is devoid of emotion, I’ve noticed that when Everly is not here, he seems to switch off his personality, his feelings.
Yeah, you're not wrong, mate. Plus, I don’t think she’s the only one adjusting to things. Vic is too.
"Yeah, humans tend to have one partner. It took her some time to accept Garrot and Leyland. Even longer to accept me," I say as I peel off one of the smaller bandages on his calf. The wound is almost healed—it is closed and there are no signs of infection.
"She did not accept the three of you willingly?" he asks, no sign of the pain he should be feeling from his wounds. He’s either brave, or just doesn’t feel them.
"No. She got with Le first. She broke his seal, then she dated them both for a bit. I—I fucked up. Reminded her of an abusive ex ..." His massive hand wraps around my wrist just as I'm about to replace the large piece of gauze on his chest. Turning my eyes to meet his, I continue "... by trying to call the shots. They left themselves at risk, the door to her house was unlocked and I—well, I freaked out. I didn’t hurt her" He doesn't remove his hand from me, but does loosen his grip.
"She was ... abused?" he asks quietly.
"It's not my story to tell. But just know this: Ever does not like to be bossed around," I warn him. Our girl isn't one for taking shit lying down.
“Is the bastard dead?” he growls.
“Unfortunately not, but he will get what he deserves, Victor, I swear.” I reply, my tone deadly. I plan on making it slow, too. Really slow. Possibly just as long as he tortured Everly for.
“I want in.” Vic tells me simply.
“Of course. Without question.” he finally lets my wrist go and I continue to change his dressings. He relaxes against the mattress again.
"How ... how did you win her affections? I’m- not—" he struggles to get the words out. So instead of waiting for him to find them, I answer his first question.
"I was patient, and I apologized. Everly has a kind soul and a big heart. You'll learn that real quick." I wish I’d learnt that sooner.
"I have already. She cares. It's ... more than I'm used to," he says quietly. If I wasn't so close I doubt I would have heard him.
"It takes some getting used to, being loved. I've never loved anyone my whole life, except my brothers, of course. But Everly, she—she's everything and more," I say as I look into his eyes.
"Submissive," he says, not a question. But a statement. "You have chosen to be her sub, how did she respond to that?"
I sit on the bed next to him. Not that there is much room, this guy is like a house, "Actually, way better than I expected. I assume she has used Google for more research. She fucking rocks my world with it," I don't mind admitting. I'm not ashamed of my preference. Being dominated by Everly is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. "I spent a long time answering to someone else, even longer ordering others around. I have been in the forces for many years, I didn't even know I liked to be dominated until I asked Ever to give me orders."
The first time Everly and I had sex, I asked her to tell me what she wanted, and when she did I'd never been more turned on in my life, something clicked inside me, this is what I’ve been yearning for without even realising.
"I would like to experience that myself," Victor states simply. Everly was learning how to dominate me. Did Victor like the same thing?
"Have you—you know ..." Not sure how to ask the question, I fumble. With Garrot and Leyland, talking about our sex lives has become normal, easy. But with this giant being so new in our lives, things were a little harder.
"William liked me to switch, dominate and submit. I have done both and liked each in a different way. With Ever, should she allow me to be sexual with her, well—I'd give her anything. I thought I was going to die tonight, starting right now—I'll give her everything inside of me, which admittedly, isn’t much. If she allows me to try, that is." he says with uncertainty. "Just because she is my fated female, doesn't mean she has to accept me into her bed."
Huh, that's very true. We are lucky to have her accept us this way. I have known many others with multiple partners, some of which were protectors, rather than lovers, some were shunned or rejected by their fated. Just as I'm about to ask him if he would be okay with Everly not accepting him that way, Garrot walks into the room, Everly wrapped around him.
Leyland
"What do you mean, you don't know who you are?" the beauty before me asks. I have been given simple clothes. White cotton pants and a long sleeved white t-shirt. My feet were bare as we wander around what seems to be a hospital, but it turns out it is actually her home. She tells me her name is Selina.
"I don't remember who I am. When I awoke, my mind was a blank." I answer honestly. Stopping at yet another white door, glossy like every surface in this house, she twists the silver handle and walks into the room. Following, I take a breath. Unlike every room I have been in, this is not white.
From floor to ceiling, the room is covered in black crushed velvet material. Tables and strange looking pieces of furniture grace the space. The floor beneath my feet is spongy, like that of a mattress.
"Come, Leyland. Let's play," she says, turning to me with a wide smile on her beautiful face.
"Is that my name?" I ask as she sweeps up her floor length purple hair and begins to separate it into three strands.
"Yes." She answers simply as she deftly braids her hair, the long locks cascading over her shoulder.
I stand there, transfixed. The way her slender fingers work through her soft locks drains all thoughts from my mind. My eyes roam her body; it isn't like mine. Her’s is shaped like nothing I have seen before. Or at least, that I know of. Her slim shoulders are narrow, breasts perky and large, point straight forward. The white bralet she wears not enough to cover them fully, leaving the bottoms exposed for my viewing pleasure. Her midriff is bare, only as wide as my hand, slightly toned but not manly in appearance; with slightly wider, round hips. Tight, white leggings hug the apex of her thighs, making the outline of her feminine mound clearly visible. I dart my tongue out to wet my dry lips. She catches me staring, her smile widens.
"Like what you see, my King?" Finishing braiding her hair, she grabs the waist of her leggings and pulls them up slightly, making the crotch ride up between her plump lips. A small moan escapes me, and with it comes a pang of something I don't fully recognise.
"Come touch, my King. All this, is yours," Selina says in a breathy tone, her hands roam her body. My dick twitches in my pants, my legs take on a mind of their own when I take two steps forward. I look down in confusion when I feel my middle finger glide between her folds. Feeling the moisture gathered on the fabric.
"Hmm, you like seeing my pussy lips, don't you?" the woman says while rubbing herself on my finger.
I snap my hand away when another pang slices through my chest. The feeling I'm forgetting something nags at the back of my mind. My attention is pulled away from those thoughts when Selina begins to undress. I watch, unable to move or even to blink, as she stands before me completely naked. Bones jut out from her hips and ribs, the roundness on the sides of her hips seems out of place against her thin body. I take her in, my eyes slowly inspecting the fine specimen before me. Her nipples are several shades darker than her alabaster skin, small and pebbled. They beg to be touched. As I drag my eyes down, all breath leaves my lungs when I see her pussy. Bare, and dripping her juices down her inner thighs.
"See what you do to me, my King. I can't hold out much longer, won't you touch me?" Her voice is quiet, husky with obvious desire. When I still do not move she lifts her hands and cups her generous tits. Lifting them, as though presenting them to me, she takes each nipple between fingers with sharp looking nails. "They're so heavy, Leyland," she moans, pulling on her nipples, stretching them towards me. My hand twitches and my mouth fills with saliva. But still, I do not make a move towards her. I don't quite understand why my body is resisting touching her, but as she lets go of her breasts her hands travel the same path that my eyes had just moments ago. She backs up to a table behind her, and lifts one leg until her arse cheek is resting on the shiny surface. Planting a hand on the table, she pushes herself up until she is fully seated.
"Come, my King. Pleasure your Queen. You love to fuck me, don't you remember?" she purrs.My dick rubs against the seam of my pants as it throbs its need to bury itself in her visibly wet pussy. I don't remember. Surely I would remember being with this tiny woman with skin whiter than snow?
Reaching down, she parts her lips, exposing her most intimate area to me. The slightly red skin there glistens with her wetness as she runs her hand down her lips, leaning her head back and moaning loudly. "Unh Leyland, I'm so wet for you.”
I swallow audibly as she leans to the side. Opening a drawer she pulls out a large, thick, black dildo and brings it to her mouth. "Humm," she says around the tip of the phallus. Letting it go with a pop, she drags the tip down her very slim body, to rest it at her opening. "Push it inside me, Leyland. Please, I need you." Again I am compelled to move, my hand reaching forward. I take the penis from her, and insert it into her wetness. "Oh yes, that's right. I can take it all, deeper," she instructs me. Feeling helpless, I push the thick dick inside of her. It won't fit, my mind says. It's too large, her body too small. But I am proved wrong when she wriggles her hips a little, and it slides into her with ease. Full to capacity, “Harder,” she demands, my mind buzzes and my arm freezes up, Selina reaches for the dildo in my hand tearing the base from my grip, "I'll take care of it this time, but, my King, next time, you will pleasure your Queen."
As I stand there and watch this woman brutally fuck herself with a dildo as thick as my arm, a cold snake slivers inside my stomach. I desperately try to drag my eyes away, but all I can do is watch helplessly as the woman screams out her pleasure, repeating my name to the heavens as she pulls the dildo out, and squirts into my face.