"Mother f..."' I can't stop the giggle from leaving my mouth as I realize it’s Garrot.
Victor reaches me first. "My Queen..." he says as he gets to one knee. Fuck’s sake!
"Get up, Vic," I tell him as Karl scoops me up in his arms and spins us.
"You did it!" He shouts excitedly. I did, didn't I? I defeated William! And I used my powers! Leyland takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, Karl sets me on my feet.
"Sweetheart, I knew you could do it."
Garrot jogs up to us and nearly knocks me on my arse as he grabs me by the waist and actually throws me into the air.
"Arrgh!" I squeak. Shitting hell! When my feet touch the floor again, I turn to Victor, who is still on his knees in the grass. "Rise, Victor, take your place by my side."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he rises and puts his fist over his heart.
"Thank you, my Queen." Oh boy.
"Less of the Queen, beast. You're no longer a servant." I tell him.
"Am I.. are you saying..." He stumbles over the words.
"One of my consorts, yes." His face is awe-stricken. At an obvious loss for words, he kisses me ferociously. The piercing on his nose gliding against my cheeks as he takes my mouth with such passion, I swear I can taste blood. His toga cloth shifts to the side, revealing his huge, pierced dick. "Oh," escapes me as I feel the cold metal spheres on his cock slide against my skin.
I hear William getting up, but I don't stop the kiss. When Victor's tongue connects with mine, my whole body tingles. I feel hands on my body. I'm being held from every angle. At this point I'm so turned on, I don't even think as I reach out my hands and take Vic's cock. It requires them both because this guy's thick—as thick as Karl’s, but longer.
As my fingers explore the piercings, Victor bends, breaking the kiss. He whispers in my ear, "One every inch."
Oh my. I feel ten. With space at the top and bottom. Fuck me sideways. I moan softly. I can't help imagining his huge dick sliding into my pussy and I flood my leggings, because I've got no knickers on.
"Well done, sister. He was always yours." My head snaps up when my brother announces, "I knew it would work."
"What did you just say?" My head turns to Vic. Murder in my eyes, I let go of his dick. "You lied to me?"
"No, no, sister he did not lie. My Victor has always been a wild one. It is customary in our culture for people to lock away their favorites." William answers as Victor opens and closes his mouth like a fish gasping for air.
Say what?
My anger bubbles over. I reach out one hand and with my newfound power, I squeeze William's throat.
"That will no longer be custom. You understand me? That ends today." I seethe.
"It has been the custom for centuries..."
"Today!" I order, and my brother hangs his head when I pull my power back.
"Yes, my Queen. I will make sure it is done by the time you assume your throne."
My what now?
"I'm not going to Atlantis, William, my place is here." The look of shock on his face has me holding in a giggle.
"Your place is with the Atlanteans."
Never gonna happen.
"Let's break for now; your whole body is shaking." It's Victor who speaks. I realize he's right; I am shaking.
"The Atlanteans are barbaric! They must be stopped, but I will not... No. I cannot leave the land. It is my home."
"As you wish, my Queen." Will replies, with a little bow that makes me want to throat-punch him.
Victor lifts me in his arms as my knees give way and I almost tumble to the ground. It's 3 p.m. and the sun is hot in the clear sky. I'm exhausted and sweaty. Half turned on, half murderous.
"I don't want to go home. Can we go to the glade?" I ask the guys. I want to not have to think about anything, just for a little while. I snuggle into Victor’s wide chest.
"Let's have showers and change, then we can go wherever you want, sweetheart," Leyland says.
I can barely think straight right now. Thank goodness for him.
Chapter Eleven
LEYLAND
Victor places our girl on the sofa, more gently than I’d expect from such a huge man. I like him already. I can see that he cares for Everly. I trust him to treat her with the care and love that the three of us do.
"Baby, you did fucking awesome out there. I'm pretty sure that earns you an orgasm," Gar chuckles.
"From each of us." I add. In for a penny... Everly looks to each of our faces as we stand in a row in front of her. A smile spreads across her face, a knowing look in her eyes, but we are all caught off guard when a Selkie Elite crashes through the window behind the settee and lands on Everly.
"The fuck," someone says as we all burst into action.
Nobody has weapons, so we grab the closest things to us. Our powers are not always the safest option. One of us could hit another in this small space. Karl picks up a lamp, Garrot a small table, and I grab blindly and end up picking up a pillow. I throw it to the floor and call my Cupid bow. When it doesn't come, I panic. I try again as the room fills with the sounds of Everly's screams. I make a grab for her.
"Change, Victor!" Karl screams.
"I cannot!" he replies as he grabs hold of the Selkie by its throat, lifting it clear off the ground.
"Why the fuck not?" Garrot asks while I pull Everly off the sofa and turn to leave.
"I have no clan: William disowned me, but Everly has not claimed me. I am a nomad. Which means I have no other form to change to!" he says between clenched teeth.
No clan? No form?
Picking a limp Everly up, I open the living room door and bolt up the stairs, two at a time. I reach the bedroom in three strides. Putting Everly on the bed, I notice my tank top is soaked. I look down to see she has slashes running all over her body from the glass when the window shattered. She has so many wounds I can't tell which is bleeding the worst. I fling open the en-suite door. Turning the shower on, I go back for Ever.
"Let's get you clean sweetheart, you should heal soon." I carry her into the shower and start to strip off her clothes. They are soaked with her blood and I have trouble peeling them off. Scissors. I need scissors or a knife. I open the cabinets below the sink and start pulling out their contents: nothing. I am about to do the same to the medicine cabinet when Everly wakes.
"Oh, sweet baby Jesus," she says as she takes in her wounds.
"You'll heal, sweetheart but we must wash them so I can see if there is any glass left," I tell her as a roar tears through the house.
"Victor?"
"Yes, my love. He cannot change; he has no clan. No form," I tell her, abandoning my search for something sharp.
"No way!" Her face holds so much confusion.
I start peeling off her blood-soaked clothes and she stands to help me. The blood makes getting her clothes off difficult, but together we manage it. Once she's naked I guide her into the water. I kneel at her feet and start to pull shards of glass from her skin.
"Fucking Selkie caught me napping," she giggles. Sounding a little slurry from the blood loss. That sound, her giggles, sends jolts of desire to my cock.
"Caught us all." I reply, forcing myself to concentrate. We shouldn't have let our guard down like that. Where the fuck is William?
I double check to make sure no glass remains in her skin, and place my hands on her hips. Looking up into her eyes I say,
"Your healing is amazing. You have already stopped bleeding. Let's get you out." I grab her hand and take her into the bedroom. Once there I tell her to sit on the bed, and she does without question. Her eyes drooping from exhaustion. She might heal instantly but blood loss is hard to come back quickly from.
"Le, I want to mark you all ... tonight," she states. Her body wavering on the edge of the bed.
"I want that too, Ever." I smooth her hair back from her face and kiss her soft, plump lips.
"Shit, the window! My front room!" she suddenly blurts. Coming around a bit more.
"I know. Lay with me awhile?" The short lived burst of energy suddenly leaving her. We climb onto the bed and I lie down, Everly snuggling into the crook of my arm. While I’m angry at William for deceiving us all into thinking Everly had to fight him for Victor, I'm thankful that Everly’s power allowed her to take him down. I like her brother, but his methods leave a lot to be desired.
Everly's breathing slows and a soft snore escapes her. She is so cute. I'm lucky to have met her, I'll never get enough of this woman. Even if I live for a million years. I watch as her wounds heal themselves in front of my eyes.
Garrot
No weapons! Shit. I grab the first thing my hands land on: a fucking table? I'm about to smash it over the creature’s head when the giant wraps his hand around its throat.
"Change, Victor!" Karl screams.
"I cannot!" he shouts back.
"Why the fuck not?" I bellow.
Dude can't change when we need him to? What's he here for then?
I see Le pick Everly up. He stops by the door and I see she is cut to pieces, dripping blood all over the floor. Shit, my girl! Oh, this creature is going down. Hard.
I turn to the Selkie in Victor's hand just as I'm about to explode its head, Vic reaches out with his other hand and snaps its neck. He then thrusts that hand deep into the Selkie’s chest, pulling out its heart and pulverising it in his hand.
"Fuck me, beast, that was awesome. Oh shit," I say as I take in the room. It's fucked up beyond repair. There’s blood everywhere, the sofa is cut and its innards are exposed in a lot of places.
Fuck, I loved that sofa. Everly is going to be pissed! "What now?"
"Get rid of the body, throw it over the cliff, Victor. Garrot, help me clean up this place," Karl orders. The three of us jump right to it.
Using my powers, I pick up all the glass around the room and float it outside, sending it over to the wheelie bin, testing my strength. I quietly lower it inch by inch until the shards lay at the bottom of the bin. The last thing I want to do is disturb Everly; everything has to look normal, as if this never happened.
When I get back to the front room it's empty. The window has been boarded up and all the broken wood has been removed. I kneel next to a large puddle of blood and hold out my hands above it. Come to me! I mentally ask the crimson pool. Tiny droplets lift into the air, rising to meet my hands. But they fall, plopping back into the small bloody pool on the floor. Shit I'm not going to be able to clean this mess up. I wonder if Karl could?
"Garrot, the body is disposed of." I jump out of my skin as Victor walks back into the room.
"Cheers, big guy. Hey so, we should have a chat soon about you know- you joining us," I say to him. I can't crank my neck up like this for long. It hurts so I stand in front of him a few paces away so I don't have to feel like I'm talking to a giraffe.
"Yes. I think that would be wise. The three of you have established bonds, and I'd like to fit in," he says. As I stand there before his bulging body, I can see why Everly is fascinated. His arms are so huge and bulky, it appears as if he is always holding them away from his body. The toga he wears leaves little to the imagination. His tawny skin is flawless, and his massive dick can be seen through the white cloth. My mind supplies me with a hot as fuck image of it sinking into Everly, then another of it in my mouth.
My dick twitches, startling me. Oh shit, son.
I must be staring like an idiot because he says, "Like what you see, Garrot?" Busted.
"Um, who wouldn't? Shit, your dick is as thick as my arm!" I say teasingly. He chuckles, steps forward and plants a huge hand on my shoulder.
"Let's sit. I'm sure you have questions?"
I nod, so we walk into the dining room and sit on opposite sides of the table.
"Leviathan, huh, what's that like?" I say. Might as well just come out with it. At that moment Karl walks through the door, Leyland close behind.
"Ever fell asleep. I wanted to see if I could help, but it isn't looking good in there, is it?" Leyland says.
"Nope. Looks like it's a total redo," I say on a sigh. All that hard work Everly put into that room, destroyed in minutes by a freak.
"Join us. I suggested we all get to know each other," Victor tells the guys. They sit down, Leyland at the chair near the window and Karl near the door. "To answer your question, Garrot, I am not a true Leviathan. My kind shifts and changes. It takes a powerful witch and an ancient spell, but our forms can be changed to suit the needs and wants of our owners," Vic announces to us.
Shit.
"You're a trickster?" Karl asks him.
"No. I am of the Venkman. Until we are blooded by our fated females, we have no fixed form. This can be manipulated by the spell and witches," Victor answers.
Wow. That is crazy. I wonder if he thinks Ever will blood him? I ask him out loud apparently because he answers me.
"Yes, I believe Everly is my fated female. When she bloods me, I will gain my true form. If she is as powerful as William says she is, then she will be able to choose from many different species."
"So Everly will be able to choose what species you are?" I ask, incredulous. That's madness.
"Yes. It's fascinating, isn't it. I very much look forward to seeing what she chooses for me," Victor muses.
Karl says "Me too."
Yeah, that makes all of us then.
"Your dick..." I say before I realise what I'm saying. Crap.
"Ah yes, body modification is popular below the sea. Mine, however is... unique. Each species has its own ideals and traditions. My bloodline always modified their cocks. We get one piercing for each act of bravery." Holy shit. There are at least ten on it. "I have ten. One each inch. I also have implants on the upper side." Holy mother of the gods.
"Implants?" Leyland, Karl and I all ask at the same time.
"Yes. Half moons from base to tip. Would you like to see?" Victor says, and without waiting for us to answer, he moves his toga to the side and pulls out his dick.
Right then, Everly walks through the door and we all freeze, Victor still with his cock in his hand. He smirks at her and says, "Hello my Queen. Would you like to join us?"
Her jaw drops to the floor and her eyes flick around the room.
Karl holds his hands up in the air and says "Nope. He was telling us about his dick, he whipped it out to show us," as if he was guilty. Huh.
"Oh," is all she says.
Chapter Twelve
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.
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