Chapter Eleven
Next to me, Ettore watched the sunset like a hawk.
For the first time since the eruption, the sunset wasn’t red; it was a muted orange that burned without the vibrant scarlet that we had become accustomed to.
It was strange how important the sunset had become to me.
I had never been interested in it before, but now sunset and sunrise were more important than any clock or weather app.
“They’ll be here soon,” Ettore whispered, more to himself than to me as I began to scoop water from the trough, “the ash must be dispersing if the sun isn’t as reddish.”
Ettore, I could tell, was knowledgeable about many things: wine, Jin Woo, Renai society. But he hadn’t spent enough time around here to have the key bits of instinct that Oskar and I had.
“Maybe, but not tonight, tonight there’s a storm coming.”
Ettore raised an eyebrow, but I knew I was right.
The wind was picking up, and the air felt heavy and tacky in my mouth.
We would have a storm tonight. When we made it back down to the cabin, Oskar was already trying to fill the cracks in the wooden walls (my tearing out boards hadn’t been exactly helpful, but we had managed to wedge them back in place).
I didn’t have to tell him about the storm; he already knew.
“When do you think the storm will hit?” I asked him, placing the buckets of water near the stove.
Oskar took a large sniff of the air.
“I think in an hour or so, it’s coming in fast. I sent Jin Woo and Bartosz to gather a ton of wood. But maybe the storm will clear out some of the smoke and ash, and we'll be able to be picked up.”
We all had the urgency, the feeling that we should be doing things to prepare for the storm, but there was only so much you could do on the island.
We finished filling the holes in the walls, brought in probably way too much firewood, covered the water trough with big pine boughs and rocks to make sure that it didn’t get any dirt or debris in it during the storm, and brought the dried sheep meat in.
But that was all there was. My fingers itched to do more, so much so that it was almost a relief when the storm rolled in, ending the possibility of any more preparation.
Storms in western Norway were usually sedate, sheets of heavy, but muted rain pounding down and quieting the rest of the world; this storm wasn’t like that.
Winds howled; the crashing of waves against the rocks on the beach was loud.
I could even hear the creaking of the trees on the island, leaning this way and that, their branches smashing together.
The only light in the cabin came from the bright fire; all five of us were sitting around it, either staring into it or gazing at the walls as if we could see the storm outside if we looked hard enough.
I tossed a stick into the fire and sighed, slumping over slightly.
“This kinda blows. I feel like I, we, should be doing something, but I’m just not sure what.”
The wicked smile on Ettore’s grew wide, the shadows of the fire dancing across his face.
“I know what we could do,” he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Horndog,” Jin Woo said, but pushed up until he was on all fours and reached out a hand to grip Ettore’s face and catch him in a bruising kiss.
Ettore met him with equal force as he groaned into Jin Woo, his spare hand reaching to grip my waist, squeezing me with every undulation of Jin Woo’s hips as he began to grind into Ettore.
Like before, the heat began to rise in my cheeks and in my core, my face flushing, my hunger piqued.
Jin Woo pulled off Ettore and, without any warning, turned and kissed me instead, just as desperate, but a measure more gentle as he sat backwards, pulling me with him.
Apparently, he liked me that way, in his lap, under his purview. Ettore began bite a line down my neck,
“Do you want this piccola salvatrice?” he said, as he laved his tongue over the stings of his bites, “would you like us, all of us, to worship you like the goddess you are this evening? Would you like us inside you and on top of you?”
He was all business, his light eyes almost glowing in the dim of the cabin.
“Yes,” I said, my voice half-breaking as I spoke.
“Good,” he said, and then paused, “amore, are you on birth control? As much the thought of you bred and full for us is…delightful,” I could feel Jin Woo jerk in seeming agreement under me, “now is not the time.”
“I have an IUD,” I replied, my eagerness causing my words to run together.
“Good," he said again, half humming as he finished the word, “Bartosz, come.”
And he did, in a moment, Bartosz was kissing the other side of my neck, fingers undoing the couple of buttons at the top of my shirt.
Ettore and Bartosz’s hands found their way underneath my shirt, Ettore drawing long sweeping lines over my skin, Bartosz cupping and massaging my breasts over my bra, making me press up into his hands.
Ettore pushed Bartosz away and pulled me up off of Jin Woo’s chest. In smooth movement, he pulled my shirt over my head, and the fire turned his loose curls into licks of flame as he kneeled right in front of the fire.
With a small snick, my bra was undone, and Bartosz was pulling it slowly down my arms. Jin Woo pulled me back into him, and I could feel the full expanse of his bare skin, his strong thighs, the muscles of his chest, his cock twitching against me.
I rolled my hips back experimentally, watching over my shoulders as his pupils dilated even more.
“Don’t move,” Ettore ordered, and the command was so forceful that both Jin Woo and I froze, looking at Ettore as he sat back on his heels, as he took us in, his naked fiancé and me, bare-chested, pressed against him.
“I’m going to paint this moment one day, “ he said, reaching out and flicking one of my nipples, causing me to quiver, “I’m going to hang it up in our entryway, and everyone who comes into our home will see the gloriousness of you two.”
A growl rumbled up from the depths of Jin Woo’s chest, and he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I knew that if my pants were off, he would have speared me, and that knowledge only made me groan louder.
“No,” Jin Woo said darkly, “no one sees her like this but us.”
Ettore sighed but had a darkly contented look on his face.
“Fine. Bartosz?”
Bartosz was on me again, this time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, but before he pulled them down, I caught his face in my hand.
“Look at you,” I cooed, “being a god boy, listening not only to me but to Ettore too. I think you deserve a treat, but,” I looked up and down his lean frame, almost quivering with excitement, “strip.”
He did it with such gusto that I was sure that he had ripped at least one item of clothing.
Jin Woo’s chuckle vibrated through me even as he watched Ettore peel off his clothes in a more dignified manner; his pale cockhead glistened as he freed it from his pants.
Jin Woo reached out for it and began to stroke him as he slowly ground into my ass.
Fully naked, shadows pooling in the lines of Bartosz’s chest, he waited for me to tell him what to do.
“You may eat me,” I said finally, kicking off my pants and widening my legs for him.
He didn’t even pull my panties down, just pushed them to the side and ate me like a starving man.
Jin Woo kept me grounded as I writhed and twisted in his lap, the steady force of his thrusts behind me as in rhythm as a metronome.
During a thrust, I saw him take Ettore into his mouth, Ettore standing above him, his head thrown back.
I came to the sensation of Bartosz’s nose and tongue rubbing my clit, his fingers, one and then two and then three, stroking inside of me undid me.
Ecstasy overwhelmed me for a moment, and when I came to myself, Bartosz was looking up at me, my wetness on his lips and cheeks, a deeply satisfied look on his face.
I wanted more. More of everything, more of them, of the sensation, I wanted all of them inside me, even though I knew my body wasn’t ready for that, I wanted it nonetheless, and I wanted so many other things that I couldn’t even vocalize.
Before I could try to say anything, not sure through the pleasure what I could or should say, Ettore, his voice rough, cut in.
“Oskar,” and he was there, all muscle, a light dusting of hair across his chest, his cock, ruddier than Ettore’s, and thicker, though slightly shorter, but still long, bobbing under its own weight.
Oskar, the missing piece, the part of me that had been missing for all of those years, I wanted him with me, I wanted him in me.
He knew. He knew because he always knew, he knew me better than anyone else, and I could see how he wanted me too with the desire of a man dying of thirst in a desert.
He kissed me so sweetly that it made me want to cry, to scream, to hold him.
Then, without ever taking his mouth off of mine, he was in me.
Filling me up so well, making me feel that exquisite fullness.
It was like he was shaped for me, like I was built to hold him in this way.
When he began thrusting, in time with Jin Woo’s thrusts, I almost sobbed.
All at once, the urge to be touching all of them took over me, and I groped like a blind, desperate woman for Bartosz, who obligingly slid his shaft into my hand, just as Jin Woo shifted upward, leaving Ettore space to slide behind him and fill him, Ettore’s hand on my side all the while.
He seemed to know exactly what I needed, his thrusts causing Jin Woo’s to stutter, me to grip harder on Bartosz and Oskar to thrust even faster, hitting that place inside of me.
“Salvatrice, we’re all here, all of yours are here. Come for us, come for us, baby.”
And I did, my legs looped around Oskar’s back, squeezing him into me as I came, feeling Jin Woo and Oskar cum too, Bartosz and Ettore doing the same shortly afterwards.
Again, I was dead to the world for a while, and I came back to it too, Oskar and Bartosz just finishing cleaning me, Jin Woo murmuring what I would swear were promises as he once again held me.
Once they were finished and I was clean, I was tucked into the middle of guys, Jin Woo on one side of me, Oskar on the other.
Bartosz half rested on my stomach, Ettore gripping one of my hands.
“We will always be with you,” one of them whispered as I drifted off to sleep, “always.”
My last thought was of how that was all I wanted.