The Everly Davis chronicles

by Amelia K Oliver

  "I have never felt what you feel in this moment, Leyland. I envy you." He admits. I notice his expression rarely changes except for when Everly smiles at him, then, the corners of his lips lift slightly.

  A stab of something hits me, something so strong it takes my breath away. Just in that moment our food arrives. The server lays our plates on the table and saunters off. The whole time my eyes never leave Victor's face.

  His eyes are on Everly, a look of wonder across his face. I can't deny that this giant of a man interests me. The fact that he has been a slave his whole life in many capacities makes me wonder how he will adjust to being with the four of us. He sees me studying him while everyone else digs into the delicious-smelling food. Our eyes meet and he sends a wink my way. Out of the corner of my eye I see Garrot watching the exchange.

  "So Victor, men? Women? Both?" Garrot asks Victor, straight to the point as always.

  "Both," he answers without taking his eyes from mine.

  "I've never been with a woman," Everly interjects. We all turn our heads in her direction. We are not shocked by her revelation, but we are surprised at the glimmer of regret in her voice.

  "That something you would like to try, dirty bitch?" Garrot asks in a low tone.

  She cocks her head to the side, chewing a small piece of steak and looking at the ceiling.

  "Sure, I mean—why not? You guys taught me that all sex is good. So long as it's consenting." She casually replies.

  Every male at the table shifts in their seats. Karl and Garrot reach under the table and adjust themselves through their pants.

  "Now that, I would fucking love to see," Garrot says louder than necessary. Thank God we are in a secluded spot, and not surrounded by families. "Dirty bitch," Garrot leans forward and whispers to her.

  Karl bites his lip. Victor's lips twitch. My own? Well, I'm sure my desire is written all over my face.

  "Yummy, that was so tasty. What's for pudding, puddin's?" Everly announces while patting her stomach. Looking to her plate I see it's empty, my own half full. Karl passes her the desert menu.

  "Hmm. I know what I want, without looking," Victor says, salaciously sending a wink her way. She looks over the top of her menu at him; eyebrow cocked, she looks to each of us.

  "Um... check please," she giggles while raising her arm in the air. We all burst into laughter. The air holds sexual tension though, we all feel it as we look at our woman. Everly insists on paying for the meal, despite us trying to convince her otherwise.

  "Naughty girl." Garrot pretends to tell her off when she comes back from the toilet, holding the receipt in her hand.

  Walking out of the restaurant into the warm night air, I feel like I'm taking a full breath for the first time tonight. I cannot wait to get everyone home and just spend time with each other. Ever jumps on Garrot’s back and turns to us.

  "Let's go for a walk guys, the night is warm. Lets go get into mischief.” she giggles.

  And with that, Garrot speeds away. Her giggles echo into the night. We chase after them, running alongside our girl. It feels like we are drawn to the beach, and that is where we end up. Everly jumps from Gar's back and tries to run from the four protectors at her back. But in true Everly style, as she runs her leg falls down a hole in the sand; she flies forward. Her thigh-length pale yellow dress makes her stand out in the darkness.

  "Oh fu.. I’m ok!" She giggles as she face plants the sand. That had to hurt.

  "Timber!" Garrot shouts as we all watch her go down. She lands with a huff, and immediately bursts into giggles.

  "Oh, ow shit!" she says between gasps for air, her dress riding up, exposing her bare arse cheeks. Bending down, I hold my hand out to her.

  "Get up, beautiful, before sand gets where it should never go.” I chuckle, she's a klutz, but I love her.

  One too many cocktails, or just the right amount? Because when Everly looks up at me, her eyes hold more mischief than they have in weeks. Yes, getting her tipsy was just what she needed. I pull her up and she straightens her dress, wiping sand off herself by batting at her body, I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Drunk Everly is hilarious.

  "Is it wise, being this close to the sea?" Karl asks no one in particular. We all stop our laughter and look towards the black, shimmering water next to us.

  "Yes." A voice comes from nowhere, making us all jump, and Everly shrieks.

  "Shit a duck! What the fuck, Will?" Everly says through clenched teeth. "A little pee came out!" She shouts and the guys chuckle, while I move to stand in front of her. I reach my hand out behind me and pull her by her dress towards me. I know William pledged his loyalty to her, and Everly marked him with a beautiful brand on his inner wrist, but I still don't one hundred percent trust the guy. Not yet.

  "Sorry, my Queen. I was coming to see my human consort. I felt you here and wanted to come say hi ... so ... hi," he replies as he steps out of the water.

  Victor

  As a beautiful man walks from the sea, my instincts tell me he's safe. His long, blonde hair blows in the breeze and his body moves through the sea with grace. When he gets closer I can't help but stiffen. For over four years, William kept me locked away and used me as his sex slave. While that is common for my species, having been with Everly and the others for a few days has shown me a different way of life. One that I have been denied for the past two hundred years.

  "Ah, Vicky, it's nice to see you. Even if the clothes do not suit you," William says to me, a smile on his lips as he uses his nickname for me that he knew I hated. "A man like you should be naked, always." He continues looking at the pants and shirt Karl loaned me. Everly surprises me as she walks around Leyland, who has moved to stand in front of her, protection screaming through his actions.

  “Fuck’s sake, shut the hell up.” she yells at him, jabbing her finger at him.

  My sizeable dick twitches in my new trousers. Clothes are new to me, especially the kind that are not togas. I close the small gap between us and turn her to face me. Wrapping my big hands around those sexy hips, I lift her and throw her onto my shoulder. She wiggles and giggles, her dress rising up to show her beautiful arse.

  "Lesson number one: don't fuck with our Queen," I throw at him, as I walk away with a wiggling Everly. I swat her exposed bum playfully.

  "My Queen, this area is protected. Play with your boys all you like, but do not go more than one mile into the ocean, and don't pass the yellow buoy," William shouts to our retreating backs. Knowing that it's protected here, I change direction and wade into the cold, welcoming sea.

  "Aahh, help?!" Ever says as I slide her down my body, her feet not touching the water, face to face. She snaps her mouth shut, and remains still in my arms. Her arms snake around over my shoulders, and she cups her hands around my face. "Vic, I promise you, no one will ever hurt you that way again."

  Her words are slightly slurred from the poison she drank with her meal, but not so much that I can't understand her. Inside my mind I war with myself: this beautiful, sweet woman protecting me? I may belong to her, but that doesn't mean she needs to care anything for me. However, I desperately want her to. When I first saw her, on the cliff as I rose from the sea, I knew straight away that my soul belonged to her. She was on the floor, her eyes wide as her body shook.

  "What the fuck are they? Oh my God, help," the small girl says as her body trembles and her eyes dart from me to my brother, Crag. My owner, William, stands next to his mother, Amphitrite. Three tall, brawny warriors surrounding the small girl in the grass.

  "They are of my clan, my Queen. They will not harm you, or your consorts." My owner looks down at the shimmering beauty. My Leviathan form wavers as I stare at her, something inside me rips and tears at my fake form.

  "Let her see them, William." My giant eyes finally break from the girl, to my owner. He nods to Crag and me. My will not my own, my skin ripping and peeling off, I bite my tongue to prevent screams of agony from being torn from my throat as the change is forced upon me.


  My feet land on the edge of the cliff before us; my knees give way and I use my hands to break the landing. William's human consort barrels towards us with our togas, the only attire we are permitted outside of our owner’s home beneath the sea. We wrap the cloth around us and approach our Sea Goddess and her son.

  We kneel beside them, William speaks, "This is Crag, and Victor. They are to serve you as they would serve me, my Queen."

  "Um.... Thanks?" A sweet, yet powerful voice tinkles through the heated night air. My head snaps up of its own volition at the sound. The breath leaves my lungs, making them burn, when her eyes meet mine. Freedom. Love. Home. My mind screams at me over and over.

  I can not hear what else is being said, through the pounding of my heart in my ears. Not mine. That isn't my heart, it was the girl’s heart, beating inside my chest. She is standing now, she is no longer shaking or looking at me. I stare at her with open desire as the front of my toga pointed towards the heavens, the result of staring at the keeper of my soul in front of me.

  "I—I fear I will not be all that you need, my Qu- Everly. I want to give you more than I have to give," I say as our lips gravitate towards each other. "I do not know this love. I..." She presses her soft lips to mine, silencing my show of weakness. I stiffen, not knowing how to receive affection this way. The feeling of gentle kisses, soft touches and affection are just not natural to me. But Everly makes me want them to be, I want to be able to give, as well as receive love.

  My eyes close and I think of the times I have seen one of the others embrace her, and the one embrace we shared on the counter in her house. I kiss her lips. My tongue slips into her mouth, and I’m rewarded with a small gasp as her tongue darts out to meet my own.

  They intertwine and massage one another as my hands slip down her body. Love. My mind screams at me. Something I cannot give. Lights flash behind my eyes as I deepen the kiss, giving her all that I have, which is meager.

  I vaguely hear splashes behind me and reach out my senses: no danger. I sense, rather than feel, Garrot behind me, my body already attuned to the inner lights of my new family. As electric blue wraps around my soul, I feel his hand touch my shoulder as he maneuvers himself so that he is at our side.

  "Quit hogging her, big guy," he says softly with no hint of malice or jealousy in his voice. A mere statement of fact. Everly breaks the kiss as I place her bare feet in the water, her pumps having fallen off on the beach. As the water laps around her ankles, she lets out a small gasp.

  "Oh it feels ... like a ... like a caress." She looks to be experiencing pleasure.

  Chapter Fifteen

  KARL

  Everly and the giant are kissing like tomorrow won't be coming. I expect to feel jealousy, hatred for this new guy who just walked into our lives a few days ago. But it doesn't come. As time goes by, and Everly accepts that our world not only accepts multiple partners, but expects them, then so does the idea of sharing her grow within me. Victor may have only been with us for a short time, but it feels like fate has provided Everly with another fine warrior. Garrot wades through the water towards them and places his hand on Victor's shoulder. He turns and looks down at him: Everly practically needs an elevator to kiss the giant.

  As Victor turns to Garrot, I see Leyland walk up to the three of them and stand behind Everly. Their hands roam her body as Victor looks on with awe in his eyes. Taking that as my cue, I walk to them. Standing next to Ever, I wait. As she breaks a kiss with Leyland, she turns to me and kisses me, her tongue massaging mine.

  The night feels momentous somehow, the stars shining brightly from the inky black sky. We surround our girl: front, back and each side. Our hands explore her body, one pair grabs the hem of her dress, and together we lift it over her head. Her moans drive us all wild as she stands there in the middle of us, naked except for a barely-there thong. Victor cups her mound; Garrot and I each hold a breast, pinching her nipples. Leyland is massaging her backside.

  "Everly, your mother is behind us," Victor's deep voice rents the night. Slowly we turn, to see that Amphitrite stands ten feet into the water with a wicked smile on her face. She is surrounded by fins slicing through the ocean around her feet.

  "Daughter, I see you have your final consort. I approve," she says as she eerily walks across the top of the mirror-like water. The rays of light from the moon dance across its surface. Finally she reaches us. She takes hold of Everly's arm; our hands drop from her and together they walk back to the shore.

  "Sit with me, daughter," she says to Ever.

  I turn to Victor and ask him, "Can you change, big guy? Swim around for a bit, make sure there is no danger here?" He shakes his head.

  "I cannot. My Leviathan form has left me. Until Ever claims me and chooses my true being, I am but a human." He replies while his eyes remain glued to Ever as she walks to shore with her mother. Shit. I forgot that; where is my head at? "But I can swim, I will patrol the waters," Victor says as he strips out of his clothes.

  "Le, Gar, set up a perimeter. Let's keep these two safe, shall we?" I slip into commander mode.

  As we spread out to form a semicircle around the two women on the beach, Everly sits and nods her thanks to me. The smile on my face not very commander-like. More, appreciated boyfriend. I could get used to her praise.

  Everly

  As I sit next to my birth mother, the Goddess Amphitrite, I can't help but scan the sea. While I know she wouldn't do me any harm, the other half of my DNA would. While it might be three weeks from my birthday, the bad guys don't always play by the rules. My guys have separated, forming a protective half-circle around us, and Victor has taken to the sea. I feel completely safe, my men would never let anything happen to me, this I know in my soul.

  "Daughter, your four consorts are—they're fine specimens. You chose well," my mother says, drawing my eyes and attention back to her. The guys have us protected; I can focus on her knowing we are safe here. I roll my eyes.

  "I didn't choose them, Amph. They chose me. I'm very lucky," I say with a huge smile on my face.

  "Ah daughter, the five of you have been fated for many years. When Mother Nature approached me some two hundred years ago, I didn't know what to make of her," she admits. The breeze picks up and small tendrils of her hair escape the net holding it all together, the crab draws in its claws, "She doesn't have a true form, yet she revealed to me that she herself would birth one of the future kings of Atlantis. That he, and three others would mix their blood with my offspring," she sighs, her eyes focused on the endless ocean before us.

  Its waves gently lap at our feet. The fact that we are both almost naked just occurs to me. I look down to see my long, red hair covers my nipples. Huh, I'm ok with this much flesh being on show. All my important parts are covered. Amphitrite herself is completely naked. Just like the other times I have seen her. The crab on her head waves at me, I swear it does.

  "I didn't believe her—she had a reputation for being... a little crazy. But ninety-seven years later she came to me, a babe in her arms. I couldn't deny her claims as the child placed his little hand on the grass and I watched it sway and wrap around his chunky little fingers." She turns her head to look at Karl. "He is destined for greatness Eve, they all are." Eve?

  I open my mouth to remind her that it's Everly, or even Ever, but not Eve when she says "Ah yes, Everly. The human woman I left you with changed it. Evelyn. That is what I called you while you grew in my womb. But alas, you are now Everly." Her eyes turn to mine, and they sparkle with unshed tears. "It suits you, child. I wish I could save you from what is about to come, young one. But I cannot."

  She draws in a huge breath. The last time she did this I was thrown across a field, my whole body feeling like it was dropped in acid. Before I can stand, her arm shoots out and captures me by the wrist. The same one the creature known as Selkie sunk its teeth into some weeks ago. Immediate, white-hot pain slams into me, and once again I'm thrown back in time.

  Before me stands the man who raped m
y mother. The guy who plans to destroy humankind and sink the lands into the ocean. Poseidon. I look around me, trying to gauge what year it is, where I am, and most importantly, who I am. We stand in the middle of a spectacular room, the ceiling is at least twenty feet above me, intricate paintings depict scenes of Leviathan creatures sailing through the ocean. Their wings slash through the inky waters around them, ripping through the hulls of the ships above them, seaman throwing themselves into the sea in attempts to escape sinking with their boats. But instead they fall into the mouths of dragons and Selkie. Not being able to look at the ghastly images any longer, I drop my gaze and look at the foul motherfucker before me.

  "Amph, you will give me what I want or I will take it!" he says, spittle flying from his lips.

  I feel it splatter across my face and I wipe it with the back of my hand. My mother's hand. I'm Amphitrite. The grip he has on my arm stings, and he shakes me vigorously.

  "Touch, dear Poseidon, and you'll pay the price in years to come. This I swear!" The words come not from my own lips, but those of my mother's in this memory. "My daughter will tear you limb from limb for this, Poseidon!"

  He reaches down and grabs the dress I'm wearing, tearing it from my body. I scream out, knowing what will happen next.

  The image wavers and fades to black. When it comes back, I'm lying on a mattress of some kind. It is bumpy and it hurts my arse. My legs are bare and they're wide open. My head throws itself back and I scream to the heavens as another wave of pure agony pulses through my body, and into my... vagina? Oh my God, I'm in labor!

  "Push, my lady, you must bear down hard!" The rake-thin woman next to me urges. It feels like I'm pushing a bowling ball out of my vajayjay. "Almost there, my lady, one last push and this little one will be out."

  Fuck, this hurts. I can't do this! I'm being ripped apart from the inside! I can't. Without trying, the body I'm in pushes low and deep. The feeling of being torn brings tears to my eyes. Then suddenly, the pain stops. A small cry fills the room and my lips let out a gasp.