Chapter 68 Marcel #2
Alain knelt beside her, his hands roaming her body, touching everywhere he could reach. “So good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re doing so well, taking them both like that.”
I moved behind her, lifting her slightly to access the one place still unclaimed. I coated my fingers in the oil from the bedside table—placed there as if by magic, as if the castle itself anticipated our needs—and circled her back entrance carefully.
“Relax,” I whispered as I pressed one finger inside. She tensed around the intrusion, and I felt Laurent pause his thrusts to give her time to adjust. “That’s it, just breathe.”
Slowly, I worked her open, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching her carefully as Bastien and Laurent maintained their gentle rhythm at her other ends.
When I felt she was ready, Laurent helped shift her to rise for me, making her straddle him.
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle.
“This might hurt at first,” I warned her, my voice strained with the effort of restraint. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She couldn’t speak with Bastien filling her mouth, but she nodded, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder with trust that humbled me. I pushed forward slowly, feeling the resistance, then the gradual yielding as her body accepted me inch by inch.
She whimpered around Bastien’s cock, and Laurent stilled completely, letting her adjust to the dual penetration. Alain leaned down to whisper encouragement in her ear, his hands massaging her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples to distract her from the initial discomfort.
Then I was fully seated within her, the tight heat of her ass gripping me like a fist. I could feel Laurent through the thin barrier of flesh between us, could feel the moment she relaxed around both of us.
We began to move in tandem, a slow, careful rhythm that had her moaning around Bastien’s cock in minutes.
“Fuck,” Laurent groaned, his usual composure cracking. “She’s so tight like this. I can’t—I won’t last long.”
“None of us will,” I admitted through gritted teeth.
The sensation was overwhelming—not just the physical pleasure, but the connection between all five of us, desire and ecstasy flowing through the claiming bond in endless feedback loops, multiplying with each thrust. Isabeau's scent filled the room, our nostrils.
It had shifted to add her layer of need, telling us our mate wanted pleasured.
Bastien set the pace, his hips moving faster as he fucked her mouth with increasing urgency. Isabeau struggled here and there, but she did well for it being newer to her.
Alain’s hands were everywhere, touching her, touching us, his cock rutting against the sheets beneath him without direct stimulation.
Isabeau couldn't look away as his cock slid along the blanket to feel the friction.
His tip gleamed with precum, his mouth slightly agape for his panting.
The prince was so aroused by watching us, by feeling our combined pleasure through the bond, that he was close to release without even being touched, using my silk bedding to find it as we used her body.
Isabeau’s muffled cries grew more desperate after witnessing a man chasing his own pleasure, her body tensing between us as her climax approached. The claiming mark on her shoulder glowed with golden light that matched the ones on ours without her scars, pulsing in time with our shared heartbeats.
“Come for us,” I commanded, my voice rough with strain. “Let go, Isabeau. Let us feel you.”
She shattered with a scream that Bastien’s cock only partially muffled.
Her body clenched around Laurent and me so tightly I saw stars, the rippling contractions of her orgasm triggering my own release with unstoppable force.
I emptied myself into her with a roar, feeling Laurent do the same in her pussy, his knot swelling to lock him inside her.
Bastien pulled out of her mouth just in time, spending himself across her breasts with a growl that sounded more beast than human. White ropes of his seed painted her flushed skin, marking her in the most primitive way.
And Alain—Alain came untouched, his hips jerking against the mattress as he groaned, my sheets soaking through with his release. The intensity of what flowed through our bond had been too much for him to withstand.
We collapsed around her, a tangle of limbs and harsh breathing. Laurent was locked inside her by his knot, unable to withdraw until it subsided. I carefully pulled out, watching with primal satisfaction as my seed leaked from her.
“That was...” Alain began, then laughed softly. “I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m proud that just watching you, feeling what you feel, was enough to undo me completely.”
Isabeau blushed, her eyes wide as she looked between us. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she admitted, her voice hoarse from Bastien’s use. “All of you at once, connected through the bond. It was like drowning in pleasure, and I wanted to drown forever.”
I couldn’t resist. I moved down her body, bending to lick at the evidence of my release trickling from her ass. She gasped, her eyes going wide as she watched me clean her with my tongue. She’d also feel how good it was to be massaged with a tongue on her back entrance.
Alain followed my lead, leaning down to lap at Bastien’s seed on her breasts, his eyes locked on hers as he did so. I couldn’t see her face from my position, but I felt her shock and arousal through our bond. Her sunshine and floral scent turned heavy again. Her arousal desired more already.
“Oh,” she whispered, watching us taste each other’s release from her body. “That’s—I can’t—”
She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her body convulsed with another orgasm, sudden and violent, releasing a gush of fluid that caught me directly in the face as it spurted around Laurent’s still-knotted cock.
The taste of her, of Laurent, of myself all mingled on my tongue, and I groaned as my cock hardened again impossibly fast.
Laurent and Bastien exchanged a look, then nodded. “We’ll clean up and give you some time,” Laurent said, though he was still locked inside her. “When my knot goes down, I mean.”
Ten minutes later, the three of them left—Bastien still grumbling about having to wait his turn again, Alain promising to return after finding new bedding for my bed, Laurent looking thoroughly satisfied after finally being able to withdraw from her.
Then it was just us. Me and Isabeau, in the room where our story had truly begun when I carried her in like my bride, my mate.
I crawled up her body, claiming her mouth in a kiss that let her taste the mingled essence of all of us.
To my surprise, she didn’t recoil. She licked my lips clean, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You taste like them,” she whispered. “Like us.”
“We’re all one now,” I replied, positioning myself between her thighs. My cock slid into her pussy easily, still slick with Laurent’s seed and her own release. “Bound in ways no one has ever been before.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Do you think we’ll ever leave this room?” she asked with a small smile. “Or will we just stay here forever, learning each other’s bodies?”
I rolled my hips, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Eventually, we’ll have a kingdom to run, a forest to protect, a sister to find. But right now?” I thrust deeper, feeling her clench around me. “Right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
We moved together with increasing urgency, her nails scoring lines down my back that would have barely registered on my bestial form but now sent shocks of pleasure-pain through my human nerves.
The claiming bond pulsed between us, stronger somehow without the others present, more focused, more intense.
“I will always be worthy of you,” I promised against her lips, feeling my climax approaching. “My queen. My goddess. My everything.”
Her eyes glowed amber in the dim light, the magic in her blood responding to the intensity between us. “I love you,” she whispered, the words hitting me like a current pulling with the moon. “I love all of you, but right now, in this moment, I love you, Marcel.”
That was all it took to send me over the edge.
I came with her name on my lips, emptying myself into her as my knot swelled, locking us together just as Laurent had been locked to her before.
Something in the magic between us demanded it, required this final act of claiming like we’d forever be part beast.
She thrashed below me, another wave claiming her, making her legs tremble around me.
She screamed my name, now writhing below me.
Her beauty naked for only my eye now. And she was beautiful with her glorious curves and large tits that bounced with every thrust. Then I saw her flat stomach as my seed pushed into her.
The thought of her stomach swelling with my child, with our child, made me press deeper still, grinding against her as my seed filled her womb.
I wanted to breed her, needed to mark her in this most primal way.
The others would feel the same, I knew, but right now, in this moment, she was mine alone.
And by some miracle, despite everything, despite the curse and the separation and the complexity of our situation, she loved me. She loved all of us, but she loved me individually.
It was enough. It was everything.