Winter is Coming: Complete Series: An Epic Tale of Love, Lust, Jealousy & Betrayal
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“Alright,” she said, through gasping breaths. “Alright, you've sold me. Let's get married.”
“For the kingdom,” Cissor winked.
“For the kingdom,” Winter nodded, smiling. Then the two of them leaned into kiss one another, and proceeded, once more, to have intense, vigorous sex.
Chapter 6
At long last the Four Kingdoms were properly united properly once more, with the nearby kingdom of Analos now added to the mix. Winter and Queen Cissor were married (as well as Jim Slush, Dargon, and Glace) by default, and the fivesome established a lasting peace over the land, ensuring a fair and equal distribution of resources, and a swift, immediate end to all current fighting. It was, in truth, the best possible solution for all involved, and the men and women (and ice titans and dragons) all cheered in the streets, ecstatic that this long-awaited equilibrium had at last been achieved, and that they could go on living their lives without fear of persecution or molestation.
The marital troubles that had been plaguing the original foursome were similarly put to bed (in a very literal way.) Dargon and Glace apologized to Winter for their brief infidelity, and Winter, in turn, apologized for any perceived favoritism she might have been seeming to show toward Jim Slush.
“I promise, it was never my intention to show preference to any one of you,” she explained, “I love you all very much, in your own unique and wonderful ways.”
Beyond that, there was really no need to go into apologetics about the situation. All of them managed to forgive and forget, and wanted nothing more but to ensure that their unconventional marriage, that point onward, remained a strong and harmonious one.
The night of the honeymoon alone was evidence enough of this desire...
At first, as the five of them sat in the newly expanded marital chamber they shared in Winter's castle, none of them knew quite how to overcome the awkwardness of their reconciliation, or how to best approach a second female being thrown into the mix. However, having already consummated the relationship themselves, Winter and Cissor decided perhaps it would be best for the two of them to break the ice, and before the widening eyes of the three men surrounding them they embraced, and began to kiss passionately in one another's arms.
Cissor's lips were as sweet as Winter remembered them, her skin every bit as soft, and she knew as they put their tongues into one another's mouths that they'd made the prefect decision in the end. They kissed, and kissed, and pulled slightly away from one another, smiling into one another's eyes for a moment.
“God I love you,” said Winter under her breath, and Cissor leaned back in for another kiss, unable to get enough of her.
“I love you too,” she said back.
Then, the two of them looked out again to see whether perhaps this little display had loosened the men up to any degree. Sure enough, they now saw that all three men had their hard penises out in the open, standing around the two women and jerking off enthusiastically to the sight of their embrace.
“Well, said Cissor, puffing up her chest with pride. “Now this looks like a party...”
Not wanting to lose any momentum Winter then reached over to her, and began to pull her out of her dress. Cissor did the same in turn, and the two of them rolled around in their lingerie, making out, much to the delight of the men, who quickly followed suit.
Jim, Glace, and Dargon immediately transitioned from standing around with their cocks out to peeling out of their clothes altogether, and swarming the two women on the surface of the bed. They pulled the two lesbian lovers apart, and they laughed to one another as the men took command of them, the orgy of their lives at last getting underway in earnest.
Jim Slush took over the task of fulfilling the Queen, stripping her of her underwear and promptly mounting her missionary style. Cissor, having never experienced Jim or his passionate style of loving, was impressed with the level of control he possessed over her. For all his assumed meekness he was the only one of her four lovers who held any power over her in a sexual context, and she quickly found herself giving way to him, crying with happiness as he pushed his body in and out of her, filling her with sublime sensation.
Glace and Dargon, meanwhile, missing their first wife tag teamed her, showing her the overwhelming good time she'd been so dearly missing throughout the period of her absence. First Glace to her clean out of her panties, without even bothering with her bra, and sat her down on top of his throbbing cock, pulling her down onto him. He filled her up with his incredible hugeness in a way that no other man could, and she attempted to writhe on top of him cowgirl style for a while, struggling even to push her body around such a tremendous, supersized erection. It was only a matter of minutes, however, before Glace himself took over, and began thrusting up into her from below, drilling her hard and fast in a way that almost made her dizzy, but which thrilled and pleased her beyond words. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He kept clapping and clapping up into her body, her ass bouncing as he hurled himself up into her, and so tremendous and brutal were his efforts that in no time at all a slight but undeniable orgasm had gone burning through her system.
At last he let up on her, leaving her panting and wheezing, but the break was only to allow Dargon to add his weight to the top of the pile. He mounted her from above, and slid his penis into her against Glace's own, the two of them stretching her out wide, double penetrating her, and overwhelming her in that beautiful way that she'd almost forgotten after so long without it.
After a while of fucking this way they all switched positions, several times over in fact, orienting themselves into any number of explicit, beautiful scenarios, each proving even better than the last.
First, the women were on their knees, sucking all three of them off, and making out between mouthfuls of cock, increasing the men's desire by leaps and bounds. They deep throated and throat fucked to the point that the men could no longer contain themselves, and all three of them stood back, jacking off hard, and spilling over onto the women. Sperm from three direction came pouring over the women, coating their cheeks, their nostrils, their lips, their tongues, their eyelashes. Dripping onto their bare breasts, sliding along the fronts of their bodies. And once all three men were drained the two of them turned back to each other, lapping away the fluids, and instantly getting the men hard again.
After a brief recovery period they changed roles again. Winter sat on Glace's face, crying as he ate her out, and down below he stuttered up into Cissor's body from beneath, pounding her hard, drilling her lights out like there was no tomorrow. Winter and the Queen, all the while, leaned into one another, kissing passionately, gasping, both struggling with the pleasure being bestowed upon them by their incredibly talented ice giant.
Meanwhile, beside the bed Jim Slush and Dargon were exercising some of their more bisexual tendencies. Jim had Dargon bent over and was thrusting vigorously, double penetrating him with the help of the magic dildo Queen Cissor had brought along with her. The sensations, as pleasurable as they were for Dargon's overstuffed butt, were just as wonderful against the underside of Jim's shaft as he pounded him, and in no time at all both men were crying out with pleasure.
The five of them underwent a number of changes in configuration after that, from an oral sex daisy chain to what basically amounted more than a writhing mass of tangled limbs, clawing hungrily at whatever sweaty inch of flesh they could find.
At last, though Winter and Cissor lay next to each other, kissing passionately, as their men took them hard from below. Jim and Dargon double penetrated Winter as Glace took the Queen, and the pleasure seemed to course through their five bodies as an almost tangible thing, brilliant beyond all comparison.
Their tongues twisted together as the two men ravished one another, then at last they pulled apart, their heads spinning, their eyes peering into one another through the haze of their intense pleasure.
“God, I'm glad we met,” said Cissor, over the sound of wet flesh colliding repeatedly with wet flesh.
/> “I think things are going to turn out better for all of us from here on out,” said Winter in return, and they exchanged a last, beautiful kiss.
Then, almost at once, all three men drilled themselves in with the last movements of pleasure, and held themselves in place. The room grew so loud with their collective screams of climax that villagers several towns over ended up filing noise complaints that evening, and by the time it was all over, none of the five could possibly imagine life without one another. After several brutal, exhausting hours of newlywed bliss they drifted off into one another's arms, and a deep sense of peace fell about the entire kingdom.
To Be Continued...
Winter is Coming Part 3)
Chapter 1
Winter stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling above her head, tangled amongst a sea of bodies. She breathed in deep, and let her breath come shuddering back out. She was coated with sweat, the sheets tangled up around her as they were and flesh pressing hard and heavy up against flesh. But all the same, a cool chill ran over her, sending and eruption of goosebumps across her pale nude flesh. She should have felt secure and safe in her present company, protected from all harm. But she didn't. She felt smothered. Overwhelmed. And somehow more alone and more emotionally vulnerable than she ever had before.
She surveyed the pile of sleeping bodies surrounding her in the massive marital bed. Taking up the most space by far, there was the hulking blue form of Glace, the Night Prince of the Sidhes. A creature of few words and brutal masculinity, he snored away like a log at her feet, his thick blue buttocks clenching and unclenching with the heaving of his breath, sweat rolling down along his spine and between the cheek, and his almost definite bedtime wood pressing hard and deep into the surface of the bed. She smiled, thinking of his insatiability, and trying in vain to derive some manner of comfort from it. She thought of their first encounter in the mountainous northern kingdom of Northerado, her first sexual experience with any of the individuals currently piled up around her.
Her knees quivered with the thought of him inside her, but it did little to distract her from the problems on her mind.
Moving up, she peered down next at Dargon, human-dragon hybrid prince of Southerado. An orally gifted individual who'd shown her things she'd never before experienced, he now snored lazily away with his head between the legs of Winter's one female counterpart in the bed, blowing warm breath up into her while she slept.
Queen Cissor, the woman in question, was snuggled up against Winter's side, their warm female bodies pressed close together, Dargon's reptilian muzzle pressed into her muff down below. Winter stared at her the longest now, considering her. She'd been the last addition to the marital bed, as well as the most unexpected. Queen over the rolling hills of Analos, Queen Cissor had succeeded in briefly seducing away the two husbands in question, thereby taking control over the kingdom of Westerado and its resources, and waging war against everything Winter had worked for. Winter, however, had managed a strange form of retaliation, giving into deeply buried bisexual impulses, and allowing for her own seduction to the gorgeous queen. They'd consummated their love, and rejoined the nearly severed marital arrangement holding Westerado together- Cissor becoming the fifth member of the polyamorous bedfellows, and Winter's first and only wife.
Her gaze lingered on Cissor longer than it had on any of the other bodies up to this point as she slept, and not simply because of her beauty- although she was, admittedly, one smoking hot piece of tail. Rather, Winter was preoccupied with the sight of Cissor's immense, swollen belly as it gently lifted up and down from the surface of the bed with the intake and exhalation of her breath.
Cissor was pregnant...
Winter's eyes remained affixed for several long moments on her wife's swollen navel as it pressed up and down in the darkness, and slowly she moved her attention up, up, up along her body. She was just as sexy knocked up as she was in any other condition, perhaps even more so, in a strange way. With the elegant slopes and curves of her anatomy, her breasts engorged and the nipples dark and large. Her mouth hung lightly open and breathed steadily the cool night air, and for a moment Winter felt the urge to lean in, and kiss them delicately.
She stopped herself from doing so using some incredible force of will, and returned to attention to find that she'd reached up between her legs, and begun to play with herself, rubbing gently to the sight of the slumbering goddess.
This gorgeous vixen had a far more magnetic pull over Winter than she cared to admit, even when she was sound asleep...
But that wasn't why she remained so transfixed upon her in the middle of the night.
Her distraction fading away just as quickly as it had overtaken her, she slowly pulled her wet fingers back out from between her legs, and took a deep breath, sighing.
She considered the fact that her wife was pregnant. Ruminated upon it, and found herself growing tortured with the realization as she lay there in bed beside her.
They didn't even know which of the three men in bed was responsible for it...
Not that it really mattered. The five of them had agreed to a sort of communal responsibility for any family that arrived from their vigorous and almost constant mating, and so whosever kin popped out from between Cissor's legs at the end of nine months would be more than adequately taken care of. And anyway, given that the three men in the bed were all of differing species, it should prove easy enough to trace the child's paternity once he was out here in the world.
Winter thought about this, and thought about it. And a strange, stifling sensation came over her, one that she couldn't seem to shake.
She swallowed hard, thinking about the idea of being a mother, and almost reflexively she felt her hands creeping up to her own flat stomach, as it heaved delicately with the intake of breath beneath the stifling temperature of the sheets.
She closed her eyes, momentarily inundating herself with such thoughts, but then attempting to clear them away, distracting herself so as to be able to get some much-needed sleep.
When she opened her eyes again it was to turn to the man on her opposite side, his nude body hugged closer to her than any of the others in the bed with her- a fact which she'd grown used to after so long into the quintet's communal marriage.
Jim Slush, handsome and innocent (in a manner of speaking,) slept peacefully by her side, happy whenever he could be in Winter's proximity, and seeming to want nothing more in the world. He and Winter shared the deepest bond out of any of the five spouses, so much so that he'd been the only one who'd stood by her side when Cissor the seductress had tried to ensnare Glace and Dargon. Prince over the land of Easterado, Jim had proven the most gentlemanly and kind of the male trio- the first man of the three she'd met, but the last of them to get up in her because of his old-fashioned ways.
At first Jim's antiquated ways had seemed quaint if nothing else, and perhaps a little bit annoying or presumptuous. But Winter had been surprised to find that he was right on some level- that the delaying of gratification, and the exchange of mutual respect, had led to the strengthening of their love in the long run. She knew he adored her, worshipped her, practically, and with all they'd been through together, she'd grown to feel very much the same way.
And yet, somehow, as she laid there in the darkness, her body still tingling from the routine orgy the five of them had just engaged in, Jim's love, or the love of any of these fine sexpots, for that matter, didn't seem like nearly enough.
Feeling stifled and fed up by her insomnia, Winter thought that having to lie here until morning would drive her up the wall, and decided she could no longer stand it. Carefully, she laced her body out from beneath the limbs of her bedfellows, careful not to disturb them. She crept from the bed as silently as she could manage, and took a last look at the four of them after having stepped off of it. None of them had stirred a wink...
Winter slipped into a nighty and stepped over to the bedroom window, peering out into the night sky, and looking wide-eyed up at the stars.
An independent young girl and a feminist, Winter's involvement with these four had occurred primarily as a means of instilling peace among the four kingdoms of Westerado and its neighbors- a feat in which she'd been successful, thanks to her compliance. And, she supposed, she'd had a slight measure of autonomy in the decision- she'd been the one, after all, to choose polyamory over a marriage to any single one of the three men, breaking from centuries of tradition, and doing things her own way. She'd been unable to choose between her three suitors, and in the end she'd proven she didn't have to, the results being as positive for her on a personal level as they were for the kingdom at large.
But still... Was that the same thing as really having made the decision on her own?
Hadn't it been her father, the king, who'd presented her the options to begin with? And all she'd done was work within that framework to settle on a decision that was less undesirable for her than the others...