Chapter 60
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Laurent
The dreamscape connection tore away like mist in harsh sunlight, leaving me gasping on the jagged obsidian ledge.
Isabeau’s sad eyes lingered in my mind, and the presence of that prince.
Alain, his name was fed through our connection.
Her royal protector with his earnest blue eyes and obvious devotion.
I wanted to hate him. A part of me did, that territorial beast that viewed any male near our mate as a threat. But I’d seen the way he looked at her, not with Gaspard’s possessive cruelty, but with something that mirrored what I felt. What we all felt. And lost souls help me, I was grateful.
“She’s with him,” Bastien growled from beside me, always the first to voice what we all knew. “That prince. He’s touching what’s ours.”
Marcel’s massive body shifted on my other side, his honey-colored fur rippling with barely contained emotion. “She’s alone in a world trying to destroy her. Would you prefer she had no one?”
The mountain beneath us groaned, another fifty feet materializing above our heads.
The peak that never ended, the climb that never ceased, our eternal punishment.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the claiming mark that burned on my shoulder.
Through it, I could still feel Isabeau. Not just her presence now, but her emotions.
Confusion. Desire. Trust. All directed at the prince who’d taken her, then risked everything to save her.
“I don’t have to like it,” Bastien said, claws scoring deep furrows in the obsidian.
“None of us like it,” I said, pushing myself to my feet. My legs trembled with exhaustion, but I forced them to steady. “But she needs someone there. Someone to protect her until we can return.”
Marcel nodded, his massive horned head dipping in that disturbingly human gesture that reminded me of who he’d been before the curse. Who we’d all been. “The prince saw us in the dreamscape. He knows what we are to her.”
“And he still wants her,” Bastien snarled, already starting up the newly formed slope, his dark mane bristling with agitation. “Human arrogance. They always think they can take what isn’t theirs.”
I shared a glance with Marcel before we followed. Three princes climbing an endless mountain in a hell dimension, arguing about a fourth prince who dared to want our mate. The absurdity of it almost made me laugh. Almost.
“She’s not a possession,” I reminded Bastien, my claws finding purchase on the treacherous surface. “She chose us. She can choose him too.”
Bastien didn’t respond, but his tail lashed behind him in agitation as we continued our relentless ascent.
The claiming mark on my shoulder pulsed with each step, a steady rhythm that matched my heartbeat.
Isabeau was growing into her power. I could feel it even across the barrier between dimensions.
Her magic was evolving, becoming more controlled, more refined.
“Something’s different,” Marcel said suddenly, pausing mid-climb. His nostrils flared, scenting the air as if he could smell changes in the magic itself. “She’s—”
The sensation hit without warning. A wave of pleasure so intense it drove me to my knees, claws scrabbling for purchase on the obsidian. Heat exploded through my body, centered on the claiming mark but radiating outward in pulses that matched the rhythm of Isabeau’s desire.
“Fuck,” Bastien gasped, collapsing nearby, his massive body convulsing with each new wave. “What is she—”
“She’s with him,” Marcel managed, his words choked and strangled as he too fell to the mountainside. “They’re—she’s—”
Like him, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think.
Could only feel as Isabeau’s pleasure flowed through our bond like liquid fire.
Every sensation she experienced transmitted directly to us through the claiming mark.
The weight of a man’s body pressing her into softness.
The stretch and fill as he entered her. The building pressure of impending release.
My cock slid from its sheath without conscious thought, hardening instantly against my belly.
The fur around it was already damp with pre-cum, my body responding to stimuli from another dimension.
Beside me, my brothers were in similar states, their bodies betraying them as surely as mine betrayed me.
“Deary me,” I groaned, unable to stop my paw from moving to my length, gripping it with a desperation that would have shamed me in any other circumstances. “I can feel everything she feels.”
Through the haze of shared pleasure, I caught Marcel’s eye. His face was contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and conflict, his own massive cock jutting proudly from its sheath. “The claiming bond,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “It’s...evolved.”
Bastien made a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper, his cock in frantic strokes against the ground as he rolled his hips to continue. “I can’t…I can’t stop—”
I understood. None of us could stop. The pleasure rushing through the bond was too intense, too immediate to resist. As Isabeau’s desire built, so did ours, our bodies slaves to sensations from another world.
Without conscious decision, my form began to shift.
Fur receding, limbs elongating, muzzle shortening into a face that was neither fully human nor beast. The hybrid form—the shape I’d worn when I’d first climbed this mountain.
My brothers shifted with me, their bodies responding to the same primal urge.
The obsidian beneath us cut into skin now more vulnerable than before, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through us.
My large cock grew larger with the shift, more human in appearance but still bearing the ridges and flared head of my wolf form.
Pre-cum leaked freely from its tip, easing the slide of my hand as I stroked myself in rhythm with Isabeau’s movements.
“She’s fucking him,” Bastien snarled, his voice more human now but still rough with need. His hybrid form was the most bestial of us three, his mane fuller, his teeth sharper. “Taking him inside her.”
“And she’s sending it to us,” Marcel added, his own hybrid form the most elegant. Still massive but with a grace the rest of us lacked. “Sharing it with us.”
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations flooding through the bond. I could feel everything, even the prince’s cock stretching her, filling her in ways that made her gasp with pleasure. He wasn’t our size, but his girth made her scream all the same.
The pressure building at her core, that tightening spiral that preceded release. The weight of his body over hers, his hands on her breasts, kneading and squeezing in a way that sent lightning through her veins.
Through it all, I felt her awareness of us.
Not just as distant mates, but as present participants in this act.
She knew we could feel her. Knew we were experiencing her pleasure as our own.
And somehow, impossibly, she was reaching for us across the barrier, drawing us into this moment with her and the prince.
“Fuck,” Bastien groaned, his pace increasing as Isabeau’s pleasure built. “She’s close. So close.”
My own hand matched his urgency, stroking faster as the pressure mounted.
We were linked now, all four of us. Three beasts and a prince connected through Isabeau’s magic and the claiming bond that tied us together.
I could feel Alain’s presence, his essence seeping through the barrier as surely as Isabeau’s pleasure flowed to us.
When her release came, it shattered all conscious thought.
The wave crashed through the bond with such force that I arched backward, a howl tearing from my throat as my cock pulsed in my hand.
Hot seed erupted from me, painting my chest and stomach in thick stripes.
Beside me, my brothers found their release simultaneously, their cries of pleasure echoing against the obsidian mountain.
But it wasn’t over. Through the claiming bond, I felt Isabeau’s body grip the prince, holding him inside her as his own release approached. Felt her demand his seed, her body drawing it from him with primal certainty.
“She’s claiming him,” Marcel gasped between shuddering breaths, his cock still twitching with aftershocks. “Making him hers.”
“No,” Bastien protested weakly, though his body still trembled with shared pleasure. “He can’t be—”
“The fourth,” I whispered, understanding dawning through the haze of satisfaction. “The missing piece.”
The claiming mark on my shoulder flared hot, no longer painful but transformative.
I felt the prince’s essence flow through it, joining with ours in a way I couldn’t have imagined possible.
Not replacing us, not diminishing our connection, but enhancing it.
Strengthening it. Completing what had been incomplete.
“It’s the key,” Marcel said, his eyes widening with realization. “Four mates, not three. The new curse required new balance, more than just ours. And it came from the goddess who saved us last time. She gave Isabeau another loophole.”
As the pleasure finally began to ebb, I became aware of a profound change in our surroundings.
The mountain had stopped growing. The obsidian peak that had always remained just out of reach now loomed above us, close enough to touch.
Fixed. Stable. For the first time since we’d been cursed to this hell dimension, our goal was attainable.
“The mountain,” Bastien said, his voice thick with disbelief as he shifted back to his full beast form. “It’s no longer changing.”
“Isabeau broke part of the curse,” Marcel confirmed, also returning to his beast form. The transformation was easier now, less painful. “By claiming the prince, she completed the balance the curse tried to disrupt.”
I shifted back as well, feeling a new strength flow through my limbs. The exhaustion that had plagued me for months in this timeless place had receded, replaced by determination.