Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  As the music fades, the priest begins the ceremony. As he does, I see the whole place light up with twinkling lights. Along with the stars in the sky above, it looks like my wedding party’s been crashed by billions of beautiful lightning bugs or magical fairies, with gossamer wings.

  “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, and to witness the union between the Redfang brothers and their chosen mate, Krystal Jenkins.”

  I smile at each of my husbands, knowing that this couldn’t be any more perfect, even if I wanted.

  “I’ve been told the grooms have written vows, and that those vows are designed to fit into one large set, so I will let them get going on that art piece of theirs.” The priest smiles, and then gives over the stage to the whole pack of my loves.

  “Krystal,” begins Jayden, “I’ll be the first to admit that life since I met you, since we all moved to Love’s Hollow, has been a whirlwind. Has been more than we could’ve ever bargained for. I didn’t think that a car accident would bring us together. I didn’t think it would do anything more than create a headache, but I was so wrong.”

  “I thought the most I would get out of it would be a headache from the insurance folks,” adds Lucas, smiling, “maybe a cute girl to work with me until she paid off her debt.” He winks. “But it turned out to be so much more.”

  “You gave us more than the help we needed,” says Caleb. “I had a feeling about you that day that we met, but I had no idea you would come in and blow the lid off our tasting party.”

  “I had no idea you would take interest in our vineyards, and the way we do what we do,” adds Aiden.

  “At first, I didn’t know what to think of you. I thought it was one big joke meeting you,” adds Lucas.

  “But we were wrong. All of us were. You weren’t just a bad day, a random occurrence. You ended up changing all of us for the better. I know I speak for my brothers and myself when I say you’ve brought untold blessings to our lives and our business. We wouldn’t be half the men we are without you, Krystal.”

  “We wouldn’t be thriving as much as we are,” says Aiden.

  “And for that, we will be forever grateful.” That’s Jayden, looking emotional. “Which is why we knew we had to marry you. Not only to have your beauty and your sweetness with us every day of our lives, but to repay you for the gift that you’ve given to us.”

  I told myself I wouldn’t get too emotional, but I do. Tears are starting down my cheeks, even though I know my makeup is going to be beyond ruined.

  “Which is why we are proud to become your husbands, your protectors, your lovers for the rest of your life, for as long as we shall live,” adds Gabriel, motioning for the ring bearers to come forward. The one with my ring comes forward first, and Gabriel, along with the rest of his brothers, places the ring on my finger.

  Now it’s my turn. I gesture the ring bearers forward — the ones with each of the rings for my five gorgeous men — and untie them from the pillow. As I do, I go forward to them each, and tell them how much I love them — how they have each affected my life. “Gabriel,” I say, “this is to make sure you always get enough time with me.” I slip the ring on his finger. “Lucas,” I say, “this is to make sure you know I’m never joking about how I feel about you, how serious I am about the life I’ll live with you.” I slip the ring on his finger. “Jayden. This is to remind you that you will get whatever you ask for, and more.” Pressing the ring on his finger, I have to resist kissing him, making out with him. All of them, frankly. “Aiden. This is to remind you that I love you just the way you are. Whether your outside tending to the grapes, or inside admiring me, you’ll always have a place with me. A safe space.” I press the ring on his finger, lingering a bit. “And last but not least, Caleb. This ring is for you, to remind you how accidents can be the most beautiful things. How running into something, might just be your wildest dreams, and not something random.” With that, I slip that final ring on his finger, seeing all of their eyes shining with emotion.

  “I now pronounce you misters and Mrs. Redfang,” says the priest. “You may now kiss the bride.”

  The moment the priest quits talking, all five of my boys are on me. Hugging and kissing me like puppy dogs, but with so much strength and manliness, I can hardly keep my dress on. It’s a miracle that I make it out of the gazebo, and into the after party, without running away with them into the vineyards.

  I make it through the last few hours of our celebration, enjoying the company, the conversations, but always looking for that moment to duck out and away.

  When everyone finally leaves, and the stars really come out to glow and shine, I make it up to the master bedroom with my husbands. Newly renovated, it’s bigger and more ostentatious than before. Build for a princess and a queen, this master bedroom has girly, artistic touches.

  As quickly as I can (as quickly as a multilayer dress will allow), I get out of my gown, my white, decorated nylons, sparkly high heels, and down to my undies and bra. My husbands follow suit, quickly shrugging out of their suit jackets, dress shirts, ties and slacks.

  In no time at all, their down to nothing, and guiding me onto the bed. I’m still wearing my lacy bra and panty set, but I know that I won’t be for long. All five of my boys, they are already hard. Their cocks are thick and fat, and ready for a taste of me, though they just had one last night. It’s because I made them abstain this morning, since it was the day of the wedding. But now, no such requirement exists.

  Jayden begins to peel off my underwear, while Gabriel takes off my bra. He slips it down, immediately putting his mouth on my nipples, sucking and licking them into wakefulness. I gasp at how hard and fat they become with just a little of his attention.

  Aiden climbs over me, and puts his mouth to my clit, my pussy, and the already-dripping center. “Sweeter than any wine, my dear,” he murmurs, beginning to eat me out in earnest. “If I could find a way to bottle you, I might just. And then I’d have another winning flavor on my hands.” Under the work of his warm, firm tongue, I’m quickly overwhelmed, breathless and speechless, but he doesn’t let me get away even when I started to squirm. He holds me in place with his hands on my thighs, while Caleb kisses me, and begins running his fingers through my hair, down my shoulders.

  Lucas, always a bit of the ass man, starts massaging my cheeks. Shortly after massaging, he begins putting a finger in my ass just to play with and wake up those muscles, which make me cum. It’s not the final deal, but more of a warm up orgasm.

  Aiden, Jayden, Gabriel — they all feel that, and say something similar. “Looks like she’s ready for us, already.” And, “looks like we better give her what she wants.”

  “She is our Queen, after all,” says Caleb.

  They all gather around my splayed, pushed open legs, and ready themselves to take the plunge. Aiden is first inside me, a changeup. Normally, he’s last, but not tonight. He plunges himself into me with smooth, sweet motions. He holds on to my ankles, his fingers reminding me of velvet cuffs.

  After giving Aiden a few minutes to savor me, and to let me savor him — his gentle wave of soft, strong warmth — Jayden switches places with him. He moves slowly, but with more power than his brother. More intensity than Aiden, swishing some of his blond hair out of his face. He doesn’t say anything to me, but I can tell he loves me. I can feel it in his eyes, and the trembling, bulging of his cock.

  The same time passes, and they switch again. Gabriel now, with Caleb working my clit. He rubs his palm against it, slaps it, making me squeal and squirm. Gabriel grabs me and pulls me to him more, pounding with more force than the others before him. The motion and the weight of his cock inside of me steals my breath and thoughts.

  Lucas, still massaging my ass from his position close by, he takes Gabriel’s place. Gabriel growls, but moves off. Lucas slides in, growling in pleasure and domination. He brings me up on his lap, and rolls me up and down on him. As he does, he cums quickly. Quicker than he wanted (I can see the dark glint in his eye), bu
t he lets me have it all anyway, just before Gabriel snatches me off him, and buries him cock in me again. This time he bends my legs all the way up, so that my ass is exposed, and drives himself up and down on me.

  While he moves, he kisses my neck and my shoulders, and gives my clit some attention. That’s enough to have me orgasm again. It’s hot and heavy, the feeling that washes through me. Almost a perfect match for the cum I feel washing up into me from Lucas a few seconds later. He howls victoriously, as he makes one final hard and lingering thrust in me, before pulling out.

  Aiden is the next to have me. By the look of the shimmer and the heat on his cock, he hasn’t got long before he bursts. He slips his cock inside me, turning me over onto my knees. Pulling me into a kneeling, sitting position, and pummeling me. I love the shivering, swinging sensation I have being on my knees like this. I love how breathless and dizzy I feel, even with Aiden biting my back, kissing my shoulders.

  “I love you, Krystal,” he whispers, choking over some of those words. Inside, I feel his shaft bunch and flood with cum. “Give me lots of beautiful babies.” Saying this, he blows his load in me. Fills me full.

  Caleb admires his brother’s work, before diving in to add his own. After plunging his cock in my hot, wet pussy, he grabs a bit of my juices, and begins to lube up my ass with it. He does so by rubbing his hand along the crack, thumbing it into the hole. Making me feel him deeply: the ache and throb he gives to my insides.

  “I hope you feel me, babe,” he murmurs, “because I feel you all over me. Inside my heart, stripping my soul of all barriers.”

  Jayden, Gabriel, Aiden and Lucas, they busy themselves by drowning me in kisses, and the cock’s they want me to lick clean. Which I do with love and without complaint.

  “And I love you, Caleb,” I murmur, wondering when I’m going to die from so much happiness. “I love all of you,” I say, cleaning them all with my tongue.

  “Then help us fill out our family with lots of little babies, lots of little grapevines to make this vineyard of ours grow and flourish,” says Caleb, and fills me. It’s deep and powerful, his release, and my womb seems to draw him, and the rest of his brothers’ seed, deep, deep inside. So deep, that nothing and no one will ever separate us.

  Surrounded by my men and filled with their essence, I fall asleep happy, knowing that I have found my future.

  Extended Epilogue

  Krystal

  Scotland. That’s where we’ve ended up for our honeymoon, and I couldn’t be happier. After our wedding night, we took a day to rest and recuperate, to make sure that there were people capable of looking after my online business, and fill some orders coming through the winery. Then we jettisoned off to this magical land.

  But we haven’t just ended up anywhere in Scotland. We’ve decided to attend a Renaissance fair, where we have a combined booth. Red Wolf Wine and Costuming, to be exact. We’ve decided to sell both the costumes I make, and the wine they’ve bottled over the last several months. Particularly a new flavor inspired by our wedding and another inspired by our meeting, the twist of fate that seemed to bring us together.

  The fair is busy. It’s a dizzying whirlwind of people in color, sound and smell. Far and away the most realistic Renaissance fair I’ve ever been in, I have to remind myself that I am still in a world of technology and convenience. Everything from the horse-drawn carts, to the blacksmith stalls (they make souvenirs), the puppet theater, stalls selling mead and mince meat pies, it’s like something out of one of my history books, one of my favorite fairytales.

  Our stall, though, is among one of the more popular ones. All throughout that day or two of the Renaissance Festival, we see customer after customer, friendly face after friendly face. We get all ages to our booth. Grandparents, to little children. Those little children, they inspire me to make more bracelets and small jewelry. They also fill me with a strange longing. An empty space in me somewhere, that I’m looking to fill.

  But I ignore it for that time and focus on helping my husbands run the booth. We eventually sell out of all of our wine, even the backup crates. It gets in such high demand, that as we are trying to shut things down, I actually have to stand out there collecting names, email addresses, and physical addresses for our restock and supply list.

  On top of the wine going really well, my costumes are all sold out as well. So, I have the names and numbers for people who want backorders on my items. Quite a few people wanted their names listed for custom jobs as well.

  “Next year, we want you and your husbands back. But we want you to be official suppliers of costumes and beverage for us,” explains the organizer and head of the Renaissance fair. I love his accent. How thick and gentlemanly it is. “Consider us an ongoing patron of both of your creations. The wine and the costumes, Redfangs.”

  “It will be our pleasure to serve you however we can,” I say, hugging all of my husbands to me. “It will be a tall order, but by this time next year, I’m sure my husbands and I can deliver.”

  With that, we break down our booth and check our balances one final time, before heading back to our home base for the duration of our honeymoon. We rented an old Scottish castle, which has been turned into a bed-and-breakfast of sorts. Except my husbands and I are the only one staying here, no one else.

  Right as I step over the grand threshold, and into the reception area, my cell phone rings. I immediately pick up, though I don’t recognize the number. “This is Krystal,” I say.

  “Mrs. Redfang?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s Dr. Carlisle.” I smile, hoping he has some good news for me. “I’m calling to update you about the latest ultrasound that you had.”

  My smile gets wider. Something my husbands see and come toward like moths to an open flame.

  “That ultrasound, I had it a couple of weeks ago. I was wondering if I was going to hear anything at all,” I say, trying to keep my emotions under control.

  “Yes, I know you’ve waited quite some time.” Papers shuffle on the other end of the phone. “But I’ve got some good news for you, Krystal. Your ultrasound did reveal a pregnancy.”

  I’ve put it on speaker phone right here, so all of my boys can get the news. They’ve heard “reveal a pregnancy,” and are all starting to celebrate quietly. “That’s great!”

  “Yes,” says the doctor, “but it gets better! You are due to have twins, based on the ultrasound results!”

  “Twins?!” I’m immediately running into the arms of my men. “Oh my God! I’m so, so happy!”

  “I thought that would make your honeymoon even sweeter, Mrs. Redfang,” muses the doctor. “Well, have fun, and I will see you for a follow-up when you return to the states.”

  Already, my husbands are beginning to kiss and grind against me, murmuring things about adorable little babies and how many more they want to have in the future.

  The moment I hang up from the phone call, I’m so happy I’m crying. Collapsing in all five sets of arms and letting them take me over to one of the many bedrooms in this Castle. Inside, they lay me down on the princess styled bed, and kiss and hug me. They congratulate me for my pregnancy.

  “That’s what I was missing,” I say, realizing what my emptiness earlier was about, “but now I’m not empty anymore. I’m so, so full.”

  My husbands lay me back on the bed. They begin undressing me and undressing themselves, undoubtedly looking to celebrate such good news. I submit to their spreading, kissing and binding of me underneath their bodies. The musk of all five of them fills my nostrils like sweet, earthy perfume.

  Gabriel is the first to slip his cock inside my pussy. It’s an easy, gliding sensation. I’m ready for him, just like I’m always ready for any one of my boys. As Gabriel lifts me up on to his lap and begins to move me up and down on his hard cock. He presents my ass to Lucas. “Since I know how much you love her back here,” he muses, growling.

  Lucas takes him up on the offer and slips inside. My ass, tighter and more obstinate than my
pussy, take some more getting into, but the moment Lucas is able to get his cockhead past the ring, the rest goes easily. Soon, I’m feeling full in all the best ways. Double the fun, double the pleasure, I actually feel the rhythm of both of their heads and shafts in me as they move. I’m panting and drooling from it. So much so, that Jayden comes over and guides my mouth over his cock.

  He says, “if you’re going to drool that much, my wife, make sure it goes to something useful. Like pleasuring me.” After his initial grab and plant of my head on his fat, juicy dick, I relax my throat and mouth, and let him do the plunging. I let him move my head back and forth on him however he likes, at whatever speed he wants.

  He wiggles himself in and out of me, enters and exits from the middle of my lips in a teasing, erratic manner. I gag and cough a little as he does, but it’s exciting to me. Not frightening or mean in any way. More saliva comes as a result, and I’m feeling lightheaded again. Dizzy and floaty, as Jayden picks up his pace, and jerks my head up and down as fast as he can physically do so without causing me injury.

  In my ass, Caleb and Aiden, take turns penetrating me. I can tell the difference between them, but even though I can, I don’t prefer one over the other. They are both pleasurable. They both have weight and presence inside me. Combine that with Lucas jumping in again every once in a while, plus Gabriel in my center, I’m out of my mind with pleasure.

  I barely notice when Gabriel comes, but he practically marks my back with his nails as he does, and says, “Even if those babies are mine, I’m going to make plenty more with you, Krystal.”

  “As well I,” says Jayden, somehow managing to take Gabriel’s place, without ever making me lose my balance. He slips right into my pussy, after readjusting his cock, helping to guide it, smoothly, into my lower lips. As he slips inside, I groan. I gasp and gag, as Gabriel puts his cock in my mouth to be cleaned.