Winter is Coming: Complete Series: An Epic Tale of Love, Lust, Jealousy & Betrayal

by Piquette Fontaine

  Winter, who was still being eaten by Dargon and sucking him off in returned, looked up to behold the relatively pint-sized human being bent over by the ice giant, rammed mercilessly from behind, and the sight made her grin from ear to ear. Just then, however, orgasm began to course through her body, just as Glace began to cum in Jim, and Jim had an intense prostate orgasm that left him shivering from head to toe.

  For some time further it went on like this, the four of them swapping roles over and over, and Winter considering herself the luckiest girl in Westerado. She got on her knees and gave all three of them head at once, and watched the men having gay sex together, and let each of them pound her exhausted, sweaty body in turn.

  At last, all four of them found their way onto the bed at once. Jim was at the bottom of the pile, lying with his cock pointing toward the ceiling. Winter climbed up onto him, and slid him inside of her, writhing on top of him once more as she'd done previously in the course of their affairs. Next, Glace added himself to the pile, mounting Winter from behind, sliding his dick into her pussy on top of Jim's own. Her eyes widened, and her toes curled as she experienced the beauty of her first double penetration, stretching her out and filling her up to capacity, every nerve in her body on fire with pleasure. And finally, Dargon climbed to the very top of the heap, sliding his erection into Winter's open mouth, and stooping over her back to slide his tongue into the free hole of her anus, licking her up hungrily.

  And with that, the heaving, sweaty mass of the four of them began to fuck. Humping, thrusting, moaning, crying out with pleasure, their limbs twisting, legs pushing together, flesh dissolving into flesh as though it might never again be pulled apart. Winter loved the wet feeling of her femininity being pushed to its limit as the two men pounded her mercilessly, and Jim savored the rubbing of Glace's wet cock against his own, the two of them going at it from either side, as though competing to see who could most effectively please their winter nymph of a lover. Dargon's dick was gagging Winter in the most pleasant of way as she struggled to breathe, and the coursing of his tongue around her ass and, occasionally, genitals, was driving her up the wall with delight.

  The bed was shaking, pounding against the wall, seeming as though at any moment it might come crashing to the floor, and yet the four of them had to keep pushing, pushing, pushing, driving themselves to the utmost, unspeakable heights of pleasure-

  And, WHAM!

  The pressure burst, spilling over, and pleasure flowed from body to body, from one set of limbs to the next, overwhelming the four of them. Dargon came into her mouth, filling her with so much of his sperm that it dripped from her lips and coated his own thighs. Glace began to cum next, spilling himself over inside her and drenching her, as well as Jim's own dick, which was now lubed up and more heavily sensitized than ever. He was the next to bust his nut inside Winter, shouting at the top of his lungs as he shot her up with his fluids, shaking from head to toe, and panting like an animal as his own pleasure became the last straw for Winter, sending her completely over the edge.

  Winter came. Hard.

  A combination of anal and vaginal orgasm, the most lethal she had ever had the joy of knowing, exploded in that moment, consuming her entire being, annihilating her as she trembled and shook between the collective weight of the three men. Their sweaty forms seemed to crush her as she pushed up against them, her vision whiting out, her spine arching, her buttocks clenching, her toes curling...

  “Oh fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...” And from that point onward it simply turned into a loud, unintelligible scream.

  At last, at long, long, long last, the sensations began to ebb, Winter's heart pounding in her ears like a drum, her body so worn and exhausted at that point that she figured she might have to remain in bed for weeks just to sleep off so much ecstasy. The three men slowly extricated themselves from her, and took turns cleaning up her drenched body with their mouths. At last the four of them became one again, wrapping themselves together in one another's arms, and holding tight as they drifted off in the afterglow.

  In the end, Winter's bold plan turned out to be the best possible solution for the problem her father had requested her help in solving. Through her strategic planning, and her insatiable lust for life, Winter had done what no one had been able to do for generations now, uniting the four corners of Westerado both literally and figuratively.

  To Be Continued….

  Winter is Coming (Part 2)

  Chapter 1

  Once there was a cold and frigid land known as Westerado. In times past the land was divided into four kingdoms, each of whom had spent decades in conflict with the others, fighting over scarce resources, as well as the coveted and ostentatious seat of ultimate power- the Pointy Throne. To the north of the land lay the kingdom of Northerado, a country of jagged, treacherous mountains, inhabited by the mighty ice titans, the Sidhe. To the east lay the coastal region of Easterado, where piercing cold winds blew in from the sea and could make even the noblest and bravest warrior's nipples hard with frigidity. To the south was the nation of Southerado, rolling plains home to a race of fire-breathing human-dragon hybrids. And finally, to the west of Westerado, lay Westerado- the same way Australia is both a country and a continent.

  In recent days, however, the divided nature of the land had undergone a considerable change. It had all begun when King Aeryc II, King of West Westerado and presider over the Pointy Throne, had stepped back and taken a long hard look at the situation of the land. He knew that, if things didn't change, sooner or later it would be to the detriment of all four kingdoms. Too much war over resources could devastate them all, and make survival far harder than it was already proving to be.

  The best option for beginning to unify the four kingdoms, it seemed to him, would be through that oldest and most sacred of institutions- marriage. Unions were created and solidified through the wedding of royalty, and perhaps if at least half of Westerado could be united in such a way, the rest might find itself falling in line. Even if it didn't, well, the West would still be at an advantage in any future conflicts having cemented its alliance, and so it really seemed as though there was very little to lose.

  There was, however, a slight hangup in his plan. As wise a scheme as it seemed, at the end of the day it depended on nothing Aeryc himself could accomplish, but instead relied on the actions of his daughter, the spoiled and rebellious Winter. Winter, though pure at heart, had never had the most grounded world of the often harsh world in which she lived. She'd always been sheltered from the dangers of the average man's existence in Westerado, and had therefore never come to appreciate the importance of politics and diplomacy.

  A feminist at heart, she'd protested at first when her father told her of his plans to marry her off. It felt cheap to her on a number of levels, dehumanizing. But Aeryc had managed to convince her to at least remain open-minded about the possibility, instilling within her the notions of altruistic motives and a sense of adventure. He tried to make her see all the good that could come to the people of Westerado as a result of her actions if she agreed to go through with this, and offered her the rare opportunity to go out and explore the entire kingdom in order to meet the three princes of the land. She was under no obligation if she decided she wasn't interested, and with all of these conditions spelled out for her, she decided there could be no reasonable harm in humoring his request.

  And so Winter was off, traversing the four corners of the land, and meeting with her three male suitors, each of them doing their damnedest to impress her, and win her over to their side.

  The first stop on Winter's journey had been in the land of Easterado, where she met and dined with the human prince of the kingdom, a handsome, considerate man named Jim Slush. Things between the two of them went remarkably well, with his sensitivity to her wants and desires encouraging her, making her have second thoughts as to the initially presumed vanity of her mission. As interested in Jim as she was, however, at the end of the date he restrained himself from showing her
the passion she craved, and so she found herself on her way to the next kingdom unfulfilled, her decision still remaining to be made.

  Next, Winter made her way to the mountainous kingdom of Northerado, where she met the mighty Night Prince of the Sidhes, Glace. An ice titan of very few words, Glace's appeal had been of an entirely different nature compared to that of Jim Slush. Although there had been little connection on an emotional level, the level of sexual compatibility the two of them had shared had been beautiful beyond words, with the powerful, muscular creature taking her like she'd never been taken following the date they'd shared, stirring in her feelings of passion and ecstasy (and a very, very big O) that left her screaming with pleasure.

  Finally, Winter made her last stop in Southerado, where she met the human-dragon hybrid prince called Dargon. Dargon, with his mighty wings, his beautiful body, and his incredible oral skills, showed Winter things that she had never seen before. First he took her up on his back, carrying her across the sky, and allowing her to bask in the beauty of his kingdom from above. Then, once that had been done, he'd gotten her sprawled out on her back, and gone down on her in such a way that she could hardly stand up by the time the last wave of explicit pleasure had come coursing through her body.

  At last, with all three men having presented their absolute best selves to her, and each done their best to satisfy her in his own unique way, Winter had been left with an incredibly difficult decision to make. A decision, she knew, that would impact her for the rest of her life.

  A decision, she realized, that she couldn't possibly make. But one that maybe, maybe she didn't have to...

  In the end, Winter came to a realization- she wanted all three of these men, and given the circumstances, it was entirely possible that she could have all of them. The goal, as her father had stated it, was to unite the four kingdoms, and even if she could have chosen just one man, it would have been no guarantee that the other two kingdoms wouldn't still continue to rage war over resources.

  It was unorthodox, certainly, but with all three men wedding her at once, in an exquisite polyamorous foursome, it might just be possible for peace to abound throughout the whole of the land.

  The men, though hesitant at first, soon overcame their sexual pride, and quickly enough gave into the titillating prospect of the wild, liberating orgy Winter had suggested to cement order among the four corners of the land.

  Now, some months down the land, things, at least on the surface, seemed ideal, utopian, even, in nature. The four royals had wed, and a peace that had not been known for centuries now abounded in Westerado. A system had been organized, at last that allowed for the equal distribution of resources to every corner, and the warring that had plagued them all for decades was at last brought to an end.

  Winter, Jim, Dargon, and Glace all slept together in the same large royal bed, ruling peaceably over their kingdom, and throughout the bliss of their honeymoon period it seemed as though nothing could possibly dampen the beauty of their accomplishments.

  Despite all appearances, however, after several months of marital bliss, there was trouble lurking on the horizon in paradise, both from within and without.

  As perfect as the quadratic union of the four rulers had seemed at its inception, and as wonderfully as it had indeed gone during that first sweet phase of sexual liberation and experimentation, jealousy had begun to gradually creep into the oversized marital bed of the four Westeradoan rulers.

  During the course of the courtship, Jim Slush had been the last of the three men to consummate his love for Winter, believing it to be the gentlemanly thing to do at the time. Initially, this had been a slight turn off for Winter, and only after the four of them had reached their arrangement had she been able to experience the touch of the man firsthand. But although he'd been the last to know her in that manner, it turned out that he'd been right in his assertion that waiting would create a closer intimacy between the two of them in the long run.

  It was of course entirely possible that Jim and Winter's shared humanity served as a contributing factor to their ever increasing closeness. But whatever the case, it had scarcely eluded Glace and Dargon's attention in the ensuing months that the two shared a particular preference for one another within the context of their four-way relationship. Although Winter made a conscious effort to distribute her attentions evenly between the three men, both sexually and emotionally, it was clear that she gravitated the most consistently to Jim. The two of them whispered secrets to each other when they thought Glace and Dargon were asleep, and exchanged gestures of affection that were never shared with the rulers of the ice and dragon kingdoms.

  During sex, Winter's initial efforts to pleasing all three men had given way to her spending the wealth of her time between the sheets with Jim, while Glace and Dargon were frequently left pleasing themselves- or each other- from the sidelines.

  It was, suffice it to say, becoming an increasingly turbulent relationship. Glace, of course, was never one to voice his opinions clearly, and Dargon, not wanting to raise a fuss and make things tense, decided that the best thing to do would be to continue grinning and bearing it for the time being. Perhaps, sooner or later, he thought, things would eventually even out.

  Things might well have reached some level of equilibrium had it not been for the interference of outside forces. However, the state of Westerado as seen from an outside land had spurred the ire of a nearby foreign power, and the precarious state of the Westerado Quartet's marriage was the precise bargaining chip needed for said power to present the very interference desired among the four kingdoms.

  Chapter 2

  “Oh... Oh... Oh yes... Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes...”

  The cheeks of one strapping, muscular man servant were compressed around the big black cock of the other, bobbing his blonde head into the man's lap, and gagging himself repeatedly on the tremendous dick being shoved hard and deep down his neck hole. Spit flowed in torrents from his lips and spilled down into the servant's pubes, dripping, finally, between the massive dark spheres of his balls. The man on his knees sucked and sucked and pushed himself harder and harder into his lover's body, putting on a genuine show, and the man at the receiving end of this pleasure was shaking, crying out in exaggerated fashion, sounding more like a woman at that moment than a man.

  Queen Cissor, nearby, stood peering out the window at the rolling hills of Analos, listening to the perverse sounds of simulated male on male pleasure squelching in her ears, feeling her blood pressure rising with each passing groan of pleasure. Her mind was a hundred miles away in that moment, focused on the situation presently ensuing beyond the bounds of the island over which she resided. Analos hung just from the tip of Westerado, and although it was considered a separate geographical entity and kingdom of its own, the state of its affairs had always proven inextricably linked to that of the Four Kingdoms- though the correlation had not always been a positive one...

  Now, as she considered the implications that the newfound peace throughout the mainland would have on her own small kingdom, Queen Cissor found that she could no longer stand the outlandish exaggeration with which the two hung beefcakes sodomized one another in the background.

  She turned, her skimpy gown flowing around her curves as her body twisted to face the two of them. The man being sucked up opened his eyes to peer over at her, and the man on his knees turned his head with the big black cock still between his lips, spit dripping to the floor.

  “No, no, no,” said Cissor, shaking her head. The two men looked at each other, the one on the floor's cheeks still bulging with penis. “Is that what they teach you up in the north? Do you have any idea how ridiculous sound?”

  The two men, now, looked at one another instead. The man on his knees slowly spit out his partners veiny schlong, and after coughing for a moment, wiped the spittle from his lips. The man who'd been receiving the pleasure reached for his erection and began to caress the glistening flesh, evidently not ready for his enjoyment to come so abruptly t
o an end.

  “We're sorry my lady,” said the sucker, considering what he might have done wrong.

  Queen Cissor only sighed. “Let's start over, shall we? This time, you be the man,” she said, to the man now standing. “And you be the woman,” she said, addressing the one with the wet dick.

  Slowly they switched positions, with the man standing up sitting down on the bed, and the man who'd been receiving the pleasure initially now kneeling on the floor. The two of them looked at each other, and the new “woman” bowed forward, his lips melting slowly around the white, but no less sizable cock of the man seated before him.

  “There, that's it,” Cissor said, as she watched the blowjob getting underway. “Go ahead... Slowly... Ease into it...”

  The man now seated began to grunt with pleasure, but it no longer contained the same level of contrivance that had appeared throughout the course of their interactions when the roles had been reversed. Now, the two men moved slowly, steadily, the man seated stroking the head of the other as it bobbed gently up and down in his lap, his tongue gently lapping along the underside of his erection, rolling between his testicles, making sure that no inch of throbbing flesh was left untended to.