Chapter 70 Isabeau #2
Without taking my hands from my body, I reached out with my magic, calling to the living essence of the forest around us.
The response was immediate and eager. Vines, sleek and supple, emerged from the ground around each of my mates.
They slithered up strong legs, wrapping around powerful thighs before reaching their ultimate targets.
“What the—” Bastien’s startled exclamation cut off in a groan as a vine coiled around his cock, replacing his own hand with its gentle, undulating grip.
The others gasped as vines claimed them too, the living tendrils moving in perfectly synchronized rhythms that matched the pace of my fingers inside myself.
Marcel’s eyes widened in surprise before darkening with pleasure.
Laurent’s composure finally shattered as his head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry.
Alain looked momentarily panicked until the sensation overwhelmed his uncertainty, drawing a deep moan from his chest.
“Fuck,” Bastien growled, his hips beginning to thrust into the vine’s grip. “That’s... that’s...”
“Magic,” I finished for him, unable to suppress a satisfied smile. “My magic.”
I wasn’t done. More vines emerged, these ones seeking me out.
They twined around my thighs, gently spreading my legs wider for my princes’ viewing pleasure.
Two more coiled around my breasts, the cool, slightly damp touch making my nipples harden further.
Another slipped between my legs, nudging my fingers aside to tease at my entrance.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice thick with arousal as I surrendered myself to the vines’ ministrations. “To watch while something else fucks me?”
Marcel’s eyes blazed. “We want to be inside you,” he corrected, his cock jerking in the vine’s grip as if emphasizing his point. “But this... seeing you like this... it’s...”
“Torture,” Laurent supplied, the word ending on a gasp as his vine twisted in a particularly clever way. “Exquisite torture.”
He was right. It was torture. Having them so close, their cocks mere feet away, yet being unable to feel them inside me.
The vine that teased at my entrance finally pushed in, filling me but not in the way I craved.
Not with the hot, hard length of one of my princes.
Not with the connection that went beyond physical to something soul-deep and magical.
Yet there was something undeniably erotic about it. About all of us being pleasured simultaneously, unable to touch each other, forced to watch as our bodies responded to the vines’ relentless attention.
I could see every detail. The way Marcel’s abdominal muscles tensed with each stroke, the flush that spread across Laurent’s chest, the way Bastien’s thighs trembled with restraint, the look of wonder on Alain’s face as he experienced pleasure unlike anything he’d known before.
I inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of our combined arousal mingled with the earthy sweetness of the forest. The vines moved faster, responding to my heightening desire.
The one between my legs found that perfect spot deep inside me, making me cry out as pleasure sparked along every nerve.
Two more vines joined the first, one flicking rapidly against my most sensitive bundle of nerves while another teased at my back entrance, mimicking the way my princes had claimed me together.
“Look at her,” Bastien groaned, his hips now moving frantically as he chased his release. “Taking it in all her holes. Such a greedy little goddess. And that damn black choker… Ugh, it’s like a collar, for us. We own her just like she owns us.”
His crude words pushed me closer to the edge, making me moan as the vines responded by penetrating me deeper, moving faster. My back arched as pleasure built to nearly unbearable levels, the claiming mark throbbing in time with my racing heart.
“I’m close,” Laurent warned, his usual composure completely abandoned as the vine worked his cock with increasing speed. “I can’t—I need—”
“Together,” Marcel commanded, his voice strained but still carrying that natural authority. “We come together.”
Through our bond, I felt them all teetering on the precipice, holding back by sheer willpower until I joined them there.
The vines twisted around my breasts, tugging at my nipples while those between my legs thrust and flicked and teased in perfect harmony.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, a spring wound to breaking point.
“Now,” I gasped, unable to hold back any longer. “Please, now!”
The dam broke. Pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I screamed, my body convulsing as the vines drove me through one orgasm and immediately into another.
Through tear-blurred eyes, I watched my princes find their release, their faces transformed with ecstasy as they spent themselves.
Ropes of hot seed erupted from their cocks, some landing on my skin in warm splashes that marked me as theirs.
The vines released them, allowing them to stroke the last pulses from their lengths, directing their release onto my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.
I collapsed back onto the moss, trembling with aftershocks as the vines gently withdrew from my body. My skin glistened with sweat and my princes’ seed, a primal marking on nature’s floor that satisfied something deep and instinctive within me. Mine, the claiming mark pulsed. All mine.
My princes moved toward me then, finally free to touch.
Marcel cradled my head, Laurent stroked my hair, Bastien ran possessive hands over my seed-slicked breasts, and Alain pressed gentle kisses to my face.
Their touches were reverent, worshipful, as if I truly were the goddess my bloodline suggested.
“That was...” Alain began, then shook his head, unable to find words adequate to describe what had just happened.
“Fucking incredible,” Bastien supplied, earning an eye roll from Laurent that lacked any real annoyance.
Marcel’s thumb brushed my lower lip, his eyes serious despite the lingering pleasure evident in his expression. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said softly. “Just when I think I know all there is to know about you, you reveal another layer.”
I smiled up at him, at all of them, these four men who had claimed me and been claimed in return. “We have forever to learn each other,” I reminded them. “Every secret. Every desire. Every possibility.”
And in that moment, surrounded by the four men I loved in a forest that recognized me as its guardian, with the seed of all my princes drying on my skin and their love pulsing through the claiming bond, I knew one thing with absolute certainty—this was exactly where I belonged.
Not as the pretty girl from the village who felt guilt for not being normal. Not as a prize to be won or a possession to be controlled, but as Isabeau Dubois, daughter of Artemis and an inventor, guardian of the Enchanted Forest, and mate to four princes who loved me exactly as I was.
The forest hummed its approval around us, and somewhere in the distance, I heard Espoir’s joyful whinny. My unicorn, my hope, knowing I had found my way home at last.
The End