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

by Piquette Fontaine

  Lyn watched, horrified, astonished, and ashamedly, a little bit aroused, as the two men's naked, muscular bodies twisted around in a struggle to the death, each of them doing everything in their power to defeat the other, but Gylvan, at the moment, clearly possessing the upper hand.

  He caught Ulysses off guard with a devastating left hook, knocking him back down once again beneath the surface of the water. Ulysses struggled to upright himself, but instantly Gylvan was bearing down on him once again, submerging him and holding him captive beneath the water line. Ulysses limbs flailed, and he fought violently for life, but there seemed to be no fighting back against Gylvan's mighty wrath.

  It was only by Lyn's presence that he was spared an instant, merciless death.

  “Stop it! Gylvan, please!”

  “This man tried to kill me, Lyn! Our people have been at odds with one another for centuries, and if I let him go now you can bet your life he'll slaughter me the moment my back is turned!”

  “If you kill him, you and I will never be together! Let him go, right now!” She stepped into the stream, drenching herself in the cold water beneath the light of the full moon.

  Gylvan paused, watching her, his muscles tense as he continued to hold Ulysses down beneath the water. He considered her, seeming to think about the implications of what she was saying. It took him a moment, but slowly he let up, rightly fearing that if he moved too quickly Ulysses would retaliate.

  Sure enough, once Gylvan's hands were free from around his neck, the kirin was lashing out from the water, swinging a fist through the air and trying to deck him in the eye. Gylvan grabbed the hurled fist and held him in place in midair, at with point Ulysses swung his other arm forward as well, determined, one way or another, to knock his lights out.

  “Both of you! Stop it, right now! I need to say something!”

  Ulysses looked over at her from the corner of his eye, as though only just now recognizing her presence. He turned back toward Gylvan shortly after, not yet heeding her words, and held steadily pressed against him until at last both men's strength became exhausted. Mutually drained, they separated at last with a loud gasp, then turned slowly toward Lyn, casting suspicious glances at one another as they turned, until at last their attention seemed to be fully on the woman addressing them.

  Lyn stood staring at them, panting nervously, a little bit surprised to have actually gotten their attention. She looked back and forth between the two of them, trying to figure out how she was meant to turn her thoughts into words. Finally, she turned to Ulysses, deciding that she would likely have the best luck with him first.

  “Why didn't you ever tell me the truth about yourself? About what you were?”

  He stood there looking at her, his naked body dripping with water, his chest still heaving from the intensity of the struggle. There was sadness in his eyes, regret at having exposed himself to her in this way.

  “I... I didn't think you would understand... Or accept me... Lyn, you need to believe me, I... I love you so much. I would never want to hurt you, but... I was afraid, once you knew the truth that... That you wouldn't want to be with me. And I just couldn't accept that... I really believe that you and I were meant to be together, and compromising that future was just too much for me to bear.”

  “So you thought you would lie to me, conceal the truth for the rest of our lives together, and just hope the issue never came up?”

  “I'm sorry...” he said, and quickly Gylvan was chiming in from the side.

  “I would never lie to you,” he insisted, trying to make himself look good by comparison.

  Lyn sighed. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then looked up at the night sky. Then she looked back down at the two men, their nude forms sparkling in the darkness from the water pouring down along them. She now realized that the choice about to be made was no longer hers- but theirs, entirely.

  “I've realized something,” she said. “Something that wasn't clear until just now, when I understood the truth about the two of you.” They waited patiently, not saying a word, each praying that she was about to select them as her one true love.

  She continued, “Before I ever met either of you, before I even knew that what you are were real, I started having these dreams... Dreams where, I'm suspended in this imaginary space, and my body is being entwined by... By dragons...”

  They gaped at her, and for the first time since they'd come into contact turned to one another, and looked with astonishment, rather than hatred.

  “I never knew what it meant, but now I think I understand. In the dream, one of the dragons was wyvern, and one was kirin. Which is something I didn't even know about when I started having them, that there is a difference I mean. So, what I'm saying is... I think it means something... I think it means that you're right. That it is our destiny to be together. But not that I'm meant to be with only one of you...”

  There was a long, silent pause, a heaviness in the air that made it difficult to breathe.

  “What are you saying?” asked Ulysses.

  Slowly Lyn began to step forward toward the two of them in the water, holding her breath as she approached, shaking just a little bit as she came near.

  “What I'm saying is that, deep down, I've always felt like I was meant for more. And I don't think I was meant to choose between the two of you. I think I was meant to serve as a kind of intermediary... A kind of common ground between the two of you, to be shared. A symbol, of the shared good between your two people...”

  She stopped walking, and was standing mere feet away from the two of them. They watched her carefully, looking deep into her eyes.

  “I think I'm in love with both of you. And I think sharing me, mutually taking me as your own, is the only way to reunite our fractured species.”

  Already, Gylvan was shaking his head.

  “Lyn, I... You don't understand. Our people have been at war for generations. Even if there were some truth to what you said, it's simply naïve to expect that to change based on...”

  But she was paying very little attention to him at this point. She knew what she needed in that moment, knew exactly what she craved, what she burned for. And she knew it was the only solution to the conflict which the three of them faced.

  Slowly she began to slide the straps of her dress down off of her shoulders, south along her arms, and then pulled it up over her head, casting it gently off onto the shore. Then she reached beneath the water line, and stripped out of her soaking wet panties, tossing them similarly out of the way.

  Whatever reservations the men may still be having about this, she could clearly tell that they were diminishing, as the flowing of the stream intermittently revealed the throbbing heads of their erections, piercing up above the waterline and raging into view.

  “Please,” she whispered, her voice full of sheer desperation. “I need this, so badly right now... And so do you...”

  The men remained stationary, unresponsive to her advances. She could tell from their eyes that they were both seriously considering her tantalizing offer, but that they were both still far too uncertain to go through with this. Their eyes dripped along her young, supple body, analyzing every curve of her hips, the gentle flow of her sides, the perfection of her slight, round breasts. Then they turned back to one another, exploring their masculine forms, and considering one another for the first time not as enemies, but as potential sexual partners.

  “Please...” she whispered again, her voice so full of want that she now resembled an animal in heat. She reached out slowly, and gripped the men's hands in her own. She brought them slowly forward to herself, and placed both of their open palms squarely on her raw, naked breasts. The pleasure she felt was instantaneous, causing her to tilt back her head with pleasure and sigh, willing them to continue on their own.

  Both of them hesitated for one last moment, as though giving themselves every possible opportunity to back out of this before it became too much for them. They looked at one another, trying to decide wh
ether they could trust one another through nothing but sight. But then the heat of her breasts, the softness of her flesh, became too much for them to resist any longer. Wryly they smiled at one another, almost amused that they were going through with this, but not able to hold back.

  Lyn shuddered, as their fingers clenched in tight around her, and seized her with a vicious display of want.

  She knew, at last, that she'd done it- she'd managed to seduce them into something that might otherwise have been unthinkable.

  Instantly, Ulysses was pulling her naked body toward him through the water, yanking her so tight up against himself that his erection was pressed upward against her heaving stomach, its molten shaft feeling like perfection against her skin. He pushed his mouth into hers, and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue slowly into her open lips. His tongue poured around her cheeks, reacquainting himself with her as though reuniting with her after an unfathomable period of separation. His hands continued to slide across her breasts, pushing them around her chest, pinching the nipples, making her burn with desire for him.

  “Ohhhhh,” she shrieked, and she started as Gylvan came up behind her, pressing his warm, wet body up against her backside. He stooped down, and put his lips to the side of her neck, happy to taste her flesh once again, and hopeful that, this time, he wouldn't be stopped short of achieving his goal of conquest. Slowly he shoved his long, stiff cock up vertically between her butt cheeks, grinding along through her crack, and savoring the friction as he kissed her. He held one hand planted firmly on her left buttock, nails digging into the flesh, and with the other he reached down in front of her, and began to finger her beneath the water line.

  She tensed up around him, filled with the brilliant sensations to which he'd so fleetingly introduced to her on their first brilliant night here together. Now, the pleasure was amplified even further by the assault on her body by Ulysses from the front, the two men's efforts driving her to new heights, her mind spinning as her anatomy was positively ravished by the two of them.

  Slowly Ulysses began to move southward along her body, bringing his kisses from her mouth to her breasts, taking the nipples in his mouth, and sucking gently back on them. The pleasure was intense, and nearly unimaginable as he kneaded up her soft flesh between his lips and teeth, her cries of ecstasy muffled only by Gylvan's own mouth as he moved up and kissed her lips from behind.

  Further still Ulysses moved down along her body, suckling her tits until they were burning with pleasure, and then journeying further south along the course of her heaving stomach. Gylvan aided him in manhandling Lyn up into the air, hoisting her up so that her open legs were wrapped around Ulysses neck, and his face was free to dip forward into the perfect nest of her crotch.

  She shivered as his perfect, capable lips melted against those of her pussy, kissing them with a perverse lust, and shoving his tongue up inside her so deep that she could hardly breathe.

  “Oh God... Yes... Yes...” she began to whimper, as the pleasure began to swirl around inside her body, causing her heart to race, and goosebumps to erupt along her dripping spine. She watched through a haze of carnal delight as Ulysses' perfect face bobbed steadily between her open legs, his tongue grazing every dripping inch of her quivering pink flesh, making her burn more and more intensely for him with ever stroke, every pass of his lips through his womanhood. Then, when she believed she could no longer stand it, he pushed her one step even further by slipping her clitoris between his lips, pulling back with a powerful breath, and holding it sucked into his lips, his tongue exploring it hungrily as sheer bliss poured through her quaking body.

  She cried out at the top of her lungs as orgasm began to race through her, wave after wave spreading from her womanhood in all directions. The pleasure, already immense, was made all the more unbearable by Gylvan's restraint from behind, his arms pinning her into submission up against his chest. As she came, her entire form lunged upward toward Ulysses, as though trying to bury him deep within her, but each time she undulated forward she was kept at bay by Gylvan's superior grip, his powerful arms like shackles, and the eroticism of his denial nearly blinding her with additional pleasure.

  At last, after several excruciating rounds of orgasmic bliss, her thrashing came to a rest, and the last few pangs of climax dissipated from her form, leaving her exhausted and shivering in the two men's arms.

  Gently they carried her up onto the cool, dry grass, and set her down, plying her wet, naked body with kisses for several blissful minutes. Her breathing began to stabilize, then to speed up once again as she warmed to their advances, until at last it became obvious that she was ready to continue the fun. Ulysses lifted her body up into his arms, and Gylvan promptly lay down in the grass in her place, his hard-on swinging through the air, totally ready for her.

  Proving beyond a doubt that the two men had set aside their differences, Ulysses slowly lowered the body of his fiance down onto his former rival's swaying erect penis, her open legs, and dripping womanhood readily receiving him.

  Lyn shrieked with pleasure as she was once again opened by a hard, molten shaft, her body pushed apart, and the pleasure both instantaneous and intense. She came slowly to a rest onto Gylvan's pelvis, her body shivering with pleasure as she leaned forward onto him, her wide eyes locked onto his own. They gazed into one another passionately as she slowly began to ride him, undulating her body back and forth, letting his hard spade dig through the medium of her femininity. Sighs of pleasure continually escaped through her lips, echoing into the night before she had a chance at containing them.

  Deeper and deeper she felt him pressing into her, and with each additional inch gained she found herself rubbing, undulating harder and harder, faster and faster. Soon she was bouncing up and down on top of him, trying to drive him as far up into her body as she could manage, her fingers sinking into his flesh as she tried to maximize the penetration. Promptly, he began to assist her, tilting up his pelvis, so that her torso came falling over him, draping across his body like a blanket. He began to thrust up into her from beneath, smashing his anatomy powerfully into her own, the slapping of their wet, aroused genitals echoing loud into the night.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck! Shit! Please! Please! Please!” she cried, in language that was not at all ladylike, but at this point she couldn't have cared less- she was far too ecstatic to contain herself.

  The true thrill, however, came, when Gylvan gently came to a rest, leaving her heart pounding furiously as Ulysses climbed onto the pile from behind, and slowly lowered his weight down onto her. Sandwiched between the powerful, muscular bodies of the men, she held her breath in agonized pleasure as she felt the tip of Ulysses' raging erection being shoved into her body, his shaft rubbing up against Gylvan's own as it joined him in the confines of her already overstuffed vagina.

  Her eyes widened, and her body tensed as he slid inside, stuffing her so full and stretching her so wide she was left shaking from head to toe. He came to rest with a grunt all the way inside her, the wyvern and kirin shifters now simultaneously penetrating her, the shafts of their dicks held snugly together as they savored the warmth of her body.

  The intense eroticism of that very moment was unlike anything Lyn had ever known.

  Slowly, the men began to thrust, pushing and pulling through the cramped quarters of her womanhood, their cocks rubbing together as the shoved themselves in and out of her, and the pleasure instantly beginning to surge to an unprecedented intensity. They began to grunt, to bark like animals as they pounded her body from either direction, her limbs quaking with each collision of their bodies into her own, her breasts bouncing, her head spinning with the intensity of their thrusts. Harder and faster and deeper they pounder her tight pussy, attacking her as though in a contest to see which of the two of them could slide into her the most deeply, could evoke the most devastating pleasure through the force of their efforts.

  “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! God! Please! YES!”

  They slid all the way up into her with o
ne final, devastating blow, and held their bodies forced into her own. The beasts that they were, they began to roar as the pleasure of the moment overwhelmed them, pulse after pulse of abundant semen shooting into her from either direction, coating one another in their hot, molten fluid. It swirled around inside her, the merging of their essences creating an unimaginably potent cocktail, and spilling into her eggs, fertilizing her through a mutual genetic effort, and putting a sudden end to the long scourge of sterility among their respective people.

  Lyn, only partially aware of what was happening within her, began to scream with unbearable pleasure, her spine arching, her toes curling, her nails sinking into Gylvan's flesh as her body squirmed between those of the two men. The most powerful, mind-numbing orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life came shooting through her overwrought anatomy, filling her to the brim with delight, and then overflowing, so that her body practically glowed between her two mates, and her screams shook the night with their near violent intensity.