Epilogue #2
Suddenly Crane starts clapping loudly, and Famke joins in with a little cheer. I pull away from Brom and look at Crane, my other husband now, and his eyes are wet with emotion, his mouth firm, as if trying to hold it together.
“Come here,” I say to Crane, opening my arm for him, not caring what the captain thinks. We’re just all good friends who are celebrating this joyous occasion together.
Crane comes right in, not between us, but surrounding us, one of his long arms over me, the other hooked over Brom’s neck, holding us together.
“Congratulations, you kids,” he whispers to us before placing a fierce kiss against the top of my head, then bringing down Brom’s head and doing the same to him.
I let his arms press me against Brom, and I’m engulfed by my two husbands, my two lovers, my two soulmates, with a baby deep in my womb, and I don’t think I could feel more whole than this.
But though I want to stay in that embrace forever, the captain needs to get back to work, so we leave the stateroom and go back to our cabin. Famke tries to get us to come up to the bar deck and have celebratory champagne with her, but we promise we’ll meet up with her later.
Right now, all three of us want to be as selfish as possible.
We go to our cabin, Brom scooping me up into his arms just as Crane kicks open the door.
I’m brought over the threshold and right over to the bed, Brom dropping me on it so that I bounce and then both men attack me, two sets of mouths devouring me, four hands tearing off my dress, taking off their own clothes.
I’m swept away in their current, letting myself go, letting them take the lead.
My dress is removed, and Crane practically rips the corset off, grumbling that he was a fool for putting it on in the first place, and then the three of us are naked.
They cover me with their bodies, taking turns.
One of them will kiss me deeply while the other will go between my legs and lick me out.
Then the other will suck and kiss at my breasts, while the other fingers me deeply.
I come over and over again, lost to these two dark-haired men with their deviant but wonderful souls, feeling utterly loved and cherished.
And they whisper and murmur to me too, they tell me that I’m such a good girl, such a good wife, that I belong to them and only them, that they love me more than they can bear, that they are my husbands and they will always take care of me.
Then they start fucking me, Crane taking me from behind while Brom takes me from the front and the three of us come in unison, our souls uniting in fire and lust, these two hard, masculine bodies using me up until I’m screaming both their names.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, when I feel boneless, nothing more than hot blood and a beating heart, breathless and raw, Brom leans back against the wall and Crane takes me and pins me there, my chest against Brom’s, while Brom takes his cock and pushes it inside me, the sensation making me shiver.
But when Crane goes behind me, I don’t feel any oil and he doesn’t go for my rear.
Instead he kneels down and positions himself against my cunt, where Brom’s cock is already shoved inside.
“I’m going to fuck his cock inside you,” Crane says hoarsely. “Something I’ve always wanted to do. I want to spill my seed at the same time he spills his, I want it to mix together, messy and ours.”
My eyes widen as I stare at Brom, but Brom holds the back of my neck. “Just relax, Mrs. Van Brunt,” he says, and the use of that name makes me feel delirious in the best way. “You can take us.”
“Surely I can’t,” I say, then I feel Crane’s fingers pushing inside me, sliding along Brom’s cock, stretching me.
“Oh God,” I cry out, the pain already intense.
“That’s my good girl,” Crane murmurs. “Easy does it.”
Brom wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to him, as if to prevent me from escaping, and I’m overwhelmed by his bonfire scent, by the soft texture of his chest hair, the hot, taut planes of his muscles.
I press my forehead against his shoulder and try to breathe through the intrusion.
Crane keeps adding more fingers, pushing them deep inside until I start to squirm.
“I love you, my beautiful wife,” Brom coos, kissing the top of my head, though he too is starting to shake, his heart becoming louder through his chest.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Then Crane removes his fingers and I feel his cock press against me now.
“This will hurt,” Crane says. “But it won’t hurt for long. Just relax.”
“Deep breaths,” Brom murmurs against my head.
Crane starts to push inside now, just the head, and I yelp, trying to buck my hips away, to escape the pain.
“You can tell us to stop,” Crane says gently, though his breath is shaking, his cock paused halfway inside me, halfway against Brom. “And we’ll stop.”
I shake my head, my eyes pinching shut. “No. I want this. I want you, I want both of my husbands inside me like this. I want both your seed where it counts.”
Brom swallows audibly. “As if I wasn’t already this close to losing it,” he says gruffly.
“Stay the course,” Crane says, and then he puts his hand against the wall behind Brom, bracing himself as he shoves himself inside me with one brutal thrust.
I open my mouth to scream but then remember where I am and I bite down on Brom’s shoulder instead. He hisses, but whether it’s from how mind-numbingly tight I am with Crane wedged inside me, or from the pain of my bite, I don’t know.
“Just breathe,” Brom says to me, holding me tighter as I try to squirm and move away from the invasion.
“That’s it, sweet witch,” Crane rasps, kissing the back of my neck. “Stay still so we can both fuck you. I promise this will feel good soon.”
How the hell do you know? I want to yell at him. You’re not the one being split in two!
But as Crane pulls out and pushes back in, as I force myself to just succumb to the pain instead of fighting against it, I let everything go and collapse into their arms.
And as always, when I let go, I find myself coming alive.
Brom and Crane start moving in tandem now, and I can not only feel their cocks inside me, but feel as they slide along each other’s, and I’m lost to their ragged breaths, their beating hearts, the sweet words they whisper to me, the hard words they whisper to each other.
I am pinned between them like a butterfly, I am soaring higher and higher as my body is pushed to the edge of everything.
Then I come, biting Brom’s shoulder again so as not to scream, my body convulsing and shaking, my heart feeling as if it will punch right out and into the world.
My men. My husbands.
They come together, Crane biting my neck, grunting hoarsely as he shoots inside me, cursing up a storm, while Brom’s hips thrust up violently, his arms around me shaking as he tells me loves me over and over again.
My wife, my wife, my wife.
Then I am just a doll in their arms, their semen spilling out of me before their cocks do.
“Jesus,” Crane groans as he pulls out and then brings me down into the bed beside him. I slide away from Brom and he joins us on the other side, and the three of us lie there, crammed on a bed that’s just a little too small for three people.
Eventually, when my heart returns to normal but that utterly joyous feeling still remains, I turn over on my stomach and look at them. They’re both gazing at each other, matching satisfied smiles.
And I wish more than anything that they could be united in the same way that I’m tied to both of them.
“I think I should marry the two of you,” I whisper.
They both blink at me in surprise.
“You know that’s not possible,” Crane says, though the hope in his voice is unmistakable.
“Maybe not legally,” I say. “Maybe not in the eyes of God. But in our hearts, in our souls, it’s more than possible. And it counts for more.”
Crane’s optimistic gray gaze fixes on Brom. “Well? What do you say, pretty boy? Will you marry me?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” Brom says, his face serious. Then that dimple appears and he laughs. “Yes, of course. Even if I said no you’d still order me to do it.”
Crane grins boyishly at him. “You know me so well.”
I straighten up on my elbows, taking hold of both their hands. “Then do you both promise to love and cherish and honor and obey each other, for as long as you both shall live?”
Crane’s smile widens at the mention of obey.
“Crane,” I chide him.
“Yes,” he says, squeezing my hand. “Yes I promise to love and cherish and honor and obey my Brom.”
“And, Brom, you’ll do the same?”
“I do,” he says with a solemn nod.
“Say it,” Crane coaxes. “Say it, pretty boy.”
Brom gives him a wry look. “I promise to love, cherish, honor, and…obey.”
Crane gives him a smug smile in return.
I clear my throat. “Then by the power vested in me, by the universe and the gods unknown, I now pronounce you man and man. You may now kiss the groom.”
Crane’s smile morphs into something reverent as he reaches forward and grabs Brom’s face, pulling him in for a kiss, while Brom’s fingers run through Crane’s hair.
I watch as their kiss deepens, their tongues meeting each other, mouths open in longing, their brows furrowed in their utter desire and love for each other.
And even though this is one of the most romantic things I have ever witnessed, I am still a witch with a deviant appetite, and I feel heat begin to pulse between my legs despite how sore my body already is.
I slide back along the bed, watching as their kiss intensifies, knowing what will happen next.
Crane breaks the kiss, his eyes heavy with lust, and grabs Brom by the back of the neck, pulling him over, making him lie flat, and then Crane starts kissing him down the length of his body, both cocks standing at attention.
I watch this, watch as Crane takes Brom’s cock into his mouth, as Brom starts making fists in Crane’s hair, and then when I feel like they might forget I’m even here, I crawl forward and make myself known.
They pull me down into their embrace with strong, greedy hands and the three of us are swept away together again, finally united as one.