by Lynn Stark
Oh, yeah, they were definitely going to need lube. Lots and lots of lube. Dr. Gray had said Pebin could resume normal activities. Making love with his mates definitely fell under that category.
With his asshole clenching in anticipation of being filled by a big dick, and his own dick dripping pre-cum, Pebin was more than ready to do the nasty with his mates.
“Are you going to do bad things to me?” he asked hopefully, looking at each of them. Larson ran a finger up and down the crack of his ass. Chance took the head of his dick in his mouth and began sucking away, like it was a piece of candy. The moans coming from Chance told him that he enjoyed it. “Do you like Pebin flavor?”
A muffled laugh came from Chance. Then he cupped Pebin’s balls and began to play with them. For a moment, his mind went blank. It sparked back to life when Larson rimmed his asshole with the tip of a lubed finger, before pushing it all the way in.
Standing close, Cain took hold of Pebin’s shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it away to the floor somewhere. A lot of his clothes tended to end up in strange places, leaving him to have to search for them when the fun was over.
Pebin licked his lips when he saw Cain’s long, thick dick was ready to be sucked. His gaze flickered upward, and he saw the vampire’s fangs poking out slightly. The sight never failed to excite him, and Cain knew it. Shivering, anticipating being bitten, not just by Cain, but by Larson and Chance, too, Pebin whimpered and licked his lips again.
His breath caught in his throat when he felt the cheeks of his ass being spread. Chance was holding them apart as Larson pushed a second finger in. There was burn, but it was something he enjoyed. His heart rate increased at the fingers were pushed in and out before a third was added, stretching his hole wider yet.
Moaning, pleasure shooting through his body like fiery rockets, Pebin bent slightly forward, bracing a hand on Chance’s left shoulder, as he took Cain’s cock in his mouth, sliding along the shaft until he couldn’t go any farther. The taste of his mate’s flesh always made him want more. Long, strong fingers slid through his hair, gripping it lightly. Pebin moaned. His eyes closed, as he began to focus on everything he was doing, and what was being done to him by his mates.
Larson’s dick was stretching and filling him, causing his toes to curl. The head of Cain’s dick was pressing against the back of his throat. And Chance was trying to suck Pebin’s eyeballs out through his own throbbing shaft.
Close to coming, his hips began to pump vigorously. Larson countered his movements, thrusting deep, pegging Pebin’s gland over and over again, and sending jolts of intense pleasure through his limbs. It made his legs weak. They shook. He mewled as his pleasure increased by leaps and bounds and pressed his eyes tighter. Releasing his grip on Chance’s shoulder, he lifted his hand so he could pinch and tug on his each of his nipples.
Pebin came when Cain shouted and shot his load, hot cum hitting the back of his throat. Chance’s mouth worked him like a pro as he his balls emptied. Swallowing rapidly so he didn’t lose a drop, Pebin sucked on Cain’s dick until the vampire pulled back.
Seeing glimmering stars behind his eyelids, Pebin felt as if he was falling away from reality. The pleasure he experienced with his three mates was incredible. Pebin cried out when Larson drove his dick in as deep as it could go and filled his clenching channel with his load of hot cum. The silky liquid helped solidify their bond, as did the bear shifter’s bite to his shoulder.
The four of them collapsed on the large, fuzzy area rug Pebin had chosen. He rubbed his stomach with his hand as he stared at the ceiling. He had never been so happy in his life and knew it would only get better with the birth of their children.
“I love you guys,” he told them. Cain, Chance, and Larson echoed the sentiment, filling his heart and soul. They rose from the floor. Chance took his hand and was leading him toward the stairs, when he added, “I think we need some fried chicken. I’m starving.”
* * * *
As the weeks passed, and the arrival of their children neared, Cain was finally able to devote all of his time to his mates. Nicholas had completely taken over the coven, freeing Cain to be with his family.
Cain looked up from the book he was reading to see Pebin coming into the living room. He bit back his laughter as Pebin waddled through, carrying a vase he’d been decorating for the last three days.
“All finished?” he asked with a smile.
“Yep. Gorgeous, isn’t it?”
“Yes, gorgeous.” But he wasn’t just speaking about the vase. Pebin gave him a coy look while his skin turned pink. “The vase is, too,” he added with a wink.
Giggling, Pebin placed the vase on the mantle. Then he stepped away to admire it. Cain admired him. To think about all the centuries he’d gone without finding his mate. Then to find three at once was a true miracle. When Pebin turned around, Cain’s gaze moved over the delicate man and the rounded belly, the temporary womb stretched by their children. They didn’t know the sexes. They had agreed they wanted to be surprised. It wouldn’t be more than a few days before they knew if they were having boys, girls, or one of each. The anticipation of the births was making them all twitchy. Chance was positively growly. The werewolf spent a lot of time in his animal form, patrolling around the house, letting it be known that nothing else would invade their home and steal away the love of their lives.
Despite knowing that nothing evil had been after their mate, he was never left alone. Larson had spent the morning with Pebin in the greenhouse, tending to the plants that were producing an amazing amount of vegetables. Fred and Misty’s triplets were brought over every day to help Pebin in the greenhouse. Pebin had forgiven them. Now it was all about them healing together. Despite assuring him that no one blamed him for what his children had done, Fred was determined to also do what he could to make it up to them. One of the things he had done was to make matching wooden cradles for the twins. At the moment, they were off to one side of the hearth, beautiful examples of craftsmanship.
“Can we go to town for supper?” Pebin asked as he came to sit across Cain’s thighs and wound his slender arm around Cain’s neck. He nuzzled against it, a sweet act that never failed to affect him. It almost always got Pebin what he wanted and the fairy knew it. Cain didn’t mind in the least. “We haven’t been out for ages.”
Although the town of New Vista was occupied mostly by paranormals, there were still humans living there. Seeing a pregnant man might be too much for any one of them to see. Then again, it was winter. If Pebin wore his heavy coat, keeping it on until he was seated in a booth, no one should be the wiser.
Cain nodded. “We’ll leave as soon as Larson and Chance return home and get cleaned up.”
Bouncing off his lap, a move Pebin immediately seemed to regret, he flashed Cain a brilliant smile as he bent over his stomach and shuffled out of the living room in his big, fuzzy slippers.
Shaking his head, Cain stood and followed his mate out of the room and up the stairs. They had time for a quickie. Pebin’s mind must have been running along the same line, because when he got to the top of the steps he kicked off his slippers and pushed his leggings down, revealing his ass.
* * * *
Chance ducked as Larson, in his bear form, took a playful swat at him. His massive paw, with an impressive set of five-inch claws, almost nicked his nose. Growling, Chance leapt at him. Since meeting his mates, he had learned to loosen up. He liked playing these games. It was a good way to relax after being so diligent all day, while patrolling the farm for evil beings. When you were dealing with the paranormal, calling them bad guys just didn’t cover it.
When Larson tackled him, they rolled across the front lawn of their house, crashing into the trio of mirror balls. They knocked them over. Then it was the delicately balanced stack of colorful stones in the center of Pebin’s version of a Zen garden. The twelve gnomes surrounding it went down like bowling pins. They both knew there would be hell to pay, but neither cared. Pebin’s form of punishm
ent for his mates tended to involve a lot of sex.
“Dudes, you wrecked my garden!”
Looking up, he saw Pebin hanging out of the window, his upper half unclothed. He was shaking a small fist at them. Chance gave him a toothy werewolf grin and wiggled his fingers tipped with the long claws.
“He did it,” he told Pebin in a voice that sounded like wet gravel rolling in a bucket. Larson’s planted his furry butt on Chance. Then he farted. Coughing, he pushed uselessly against the bulk of the massive bear. “What the fuck have you been eating?”
“When we get home, the two of you will be fixing my garden.”
Home?
Both Larson and Chance shifted into their human forms. The air around them was still rank. Chance pushed Larson off. They got to their feet. “Where are we going?” Larson asked.
“Into town. You guys are taking me to supper.”
Taking a pregnant fairy into town proved to be an adventure. Because they didn’t want to have to call the wizard Marrok into town to wipe memories, they did their best to hide Pebin’s protruding stomach. It was a definite challenge, but worth every moment. They devoured three pizzas, drank lemonade, and laughed for hours before returning home. Pebin was in such a good mood that he told them they didn’t have to repair the damage they’d done to the garden, until the next day. Right now, they could make it up to him partially by making love to him.
Grinning, Chance stripped off his clothes and leapt toward the bed, landing beside a delighted, laughing fairy.
* * * *
Larson leaned on the rake and judged his work critically. The curving lines in the sand were beautiful. Pebin would be pleased with the job he’d done. Now all Chance had to do was finish gluing gnomes together and they would be finished.
He grinned as he thought of the sexual escapades of the night before. Their crimes had been well worth the punishment.
Hearing Chance swear, he turned his head to see the werewolf trying to fit the head of a gnome on a ceramic body. “Hell, Chance, that head doesn’t go on that one.”
“I know. But I already used up all the heads. I’ll just have to make it work somehow.”
“It looks like shit.”
“Thanks. Give me that leather band you’re wearing.”
Larson looked down at the studded black band wrapped around his wrist. “What for?”
“Just give it to me.”
After unlacing it, Larson tossed it to Chance. The next thing he knew, his favorite wristband was around the gnome’s cracked neck, hiding the fact that head and body didn’t go together. “What’s that supposed to be? Submissive gnome?”
Chance chuckled as he stood. “Whatever works. Now Pebin will never know.”
“Oh, I think he’ll know.”
The front door opened, and Pebin stepped out, followed closely by Cain. The fairy stopped to stare at the repaired gnomes. “Why does the lady gnome have a man’s head on it? Fix it. I’m going to the clinic to have our babies.”
Cain opened the door on his car, and then helped Pebin get into the roomy rear seat. Larson knew his jaw had dropped in shock. Their small mate didn’t appear to be joking. Dropping the rake, Larson ran toward the car, closely followed by Chance. They got in, even as Cain began driving around the curved driveway, slamming the doors after themselves.
Four hours later they were taking turns holding their son and daughter. The babies were so small and beautiful. Larson could only stare at them in amazement. It took Chance a few minutes to be convinced that he wouldn’t hurt them, if he held them. Once he had their son close against his chest, the tears began to flow steadily. Larson and Cain moved in close as Pebin looked on. They knew this was a part of Chance healing. His ugly past was slipping away from him, replaced by a future that held many beautiful things.
The following summer…
“Now, there’s something you don’t see every day,” Logan commented, pointing with his beer bottle in the direction of the firetruck coming up the lane with Fred at the wheel and his family in the cab with him. The lights were going, and he blasted the air horn as the truck led the way in the first annual Start the Summer Parade. Cheers went up, egging the troll on. Everyone on the farm loved Fred. He was as loveable as he was incorrigible.
“And what day would you see any of this?” Chance asked dryly.
Cain laughed. “Definitely not your run-of-the-mill sort of parade. I doubt it could ever be duplicated.”
A group of colorful dragons in various sizes lumbered past, smoke curling from their nostrils.
After that was a wizard in colorful robes, a huge jaguar, a griffin, two young griffins, and one very small jaguar cub gamboling along in an adorable way, chasing the tail of the larger male ahead of him.
“I can’t wait to see Pebin and the kids,” Cain admitted. “He’s been so secretive these past few weeks.”
They were seated together on one of the lawns lining the lane running through the main farm. The crowd was excited. Everyone was happy. The crops in the field had been planted for several weeks. The medieval fairgrounds had been prepared for the opening that weekend. Larson’s own job never ended. There were a lot of trees to be taken care of. Cain was enjoying his retirement from being the leader of a large vampire coven and Chance continued to find ways to annoy Pebin. Pebin ruled them all with his enchanting personality.
“Oh, fuck a duck and his ugly brother!”
“Hey! That wasn’t nice.”
Larson turned his head to see who Chance had pissed off. It was a duck shifter and his mate. Both were attractive men. He didn’t know what the guy was being so sensitive about.
Chance held up his hand. “Sorry. Just wasn’t expecting to see that.” He pointed to where a shirtless Pebin, wearing sparkly gold leggings and a pink feather boa, was riding a unicorn. In his hand were two gold ropes. They sparkled, of course. At the end of the ropes, above his head, were two flying fairy babies with anklets securing them as they fluttered around and did their best to throw kisses to the crowd. Laughter and cheers greeted the sight.
Larson stood, as did Cain and Chance, to clap and whistle their approval. Pebin grinned and blew kisses to them, love shining in his eyes. How in the world had they survived their previous lives, without love with sparkles added?
THE END
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