Chapter 18
Nyx
Since the beginning of the Trials, waking up has been almost painful.
Typically, I awake on the ground, lightly padded by the bedroll. Sometimes I sleep sitting up, when the spot requires it. Every night, the sleep has been fitful at best, and non-existent at worst.
But this time, I wake up splayed across something soft and warm, rising and falling steadily beneath me. The familiar scent of oak moss surrounds me, stirring memories I’m not quite awake enough to grasp.
Thorian is already awake when I open my eyes, looking down at me with an expression I'm still learning to read.
Talon trails a finger slowly back and forth across my stomach beneath the blanket, and Fenric lies at Talon's other side, all of us bare, our clothes draped over the rocks by the fire to dry.
"How are you feeling?" Thorian asks quietly.
I take stock of myself. When Lyra and I were younger, we got into the spiced egg custard during Solmara, which is traditionally spiked with smoky whiskey.
We woke the next morning vomiting, our heads pounding, and our mother had cheekily assigned us to helping Ivor and Hilda with chores for the day.
After last night, I expect something considerably worse.
But my head doesn't pound. There's a slight soreness between my legs, tender and present but not unpleasant, and when I bring my fingers to my neck to find the spot where Talon fed, the skin is smooth. As though it never happened.
"I feel fine," I admit. "Why don't I have a headache?"
"The gods' berries," Thorian says. "None of us will."
A beat passes. Talon's finger continues its slow path. Fenric stirs at his side, blinking slowly awake. Thorian watches my face with that careful, deliberate attention of his.
"Do you… do you regret last night?" he asks.
Fenric goes still. Talon's hand pauses.
I look at the three of them, all watching me now, and feel nothing but warm and happy.
"Not at all," I say. "Not even a little."
Something releases in the air around us.
"Good," Fenric says, and his voice is rough with sleep as he sits up, but his smile is immediate and genuine.
Talon turns his head toward me, his expression softening.
"I should tell you," he says, "that your blood is unlike anything I've ever tasted.
And your—" he pauses, choosing his words with what appears to be genuine consideration, "everything else did things to me that have never happened before either.
Both the experience and the fact that I'm even saying this out loud. "
"High praise from a vampire," Fenric says.
"The highest," Talon agrees, without irony.
Fenric props himself up on one elbow, looking across Talon at me, and grins. "For the record," he says, "I'd like it noted that I'm the happiest I've ever been to be the man with the smallest cock in the room."
Thorian closes his eyes briefly, his lips quirking.
Talon laughs, and I bury my face against Thorian's chest and laugh too, and for a little while the cave is warm and easy and I don't think about what comes next at all.
“I’m feeling… good,” I say, meaning it. After what happened last night, I should probably feel embarrassed, or awkward, but I don’t. I simply feel at home. Safe and expectant, my body already eager for the next time I can have them.
Soon, we’ll be able to do more.
That’s what Thorian said last night, with his lustful eyes locked on me. That’s what I want with the three of them, in every way.
More.
"What did you mean," I ask slowly, "by saying we could do more together later?"
Thorian shifts behind me, uncomfortable in a way I've rarely seen from him. "There are things," he says carefully, "that you could work up to. With time."
"With us," Talon adds, his voice light but his eyes anything but.
I bite my lip. "What if I think I'm ready to try?"
Thorian makes a low, pained sound. "Stop talking like that."
I can feel by his hard erection behind me that he doesn't mean it.
I take a breath, and then I do something I wouldn't have done before last night. I stand, let the blanket fall, and walk to the water. I step in slowly, feel the heat rise around me, and then turn and look back at them.
"Are you joining me?"
Fenric moves so fast he trips over his own feet and goes down on one knee. Talon laughs openly. Thorian's mouth curves in what is unmistakably a smirk.
They all follow me in.
"So," Talon says, wading toward me, "what does the seductress want now?"
I look at each of them honestly. "I don't know exactly. But I trust you to show me."
“You sure?” Fenric asks.
I nod. “I’m sure.”
Thorian reaches me first. He draws me to the shallow edge where the stone shelf creates a natural surface, just a few inches in the water, and lays back, pulling me over him.
He kisses me slowly, carefully, like we have all the time in the world, but my body is already heating up.
I’m already excited, lying on top of the beautiful man.
Already eager to feel the huge erection trapped between us inside of me.
But he just keeps touching me. Tasting me. Running his hands over my body.
After several minutes of that, I start to squirm, feeling myself wet and ready. But still, he just touches me. Eventually, I shift on top of him and position him at my entrance. He sucks in a deep breath.
“I’m a lot bigger.” He’s choking on the words. “But better in this hole than the other.”
I don’t even process that. I just slowly start to drag him into my body while every muscle twitches with excitement. He is big. Big in every way. So big that I close my eyes and have to focus as I take him inch by inch deeper.
He presses his fists to his eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly, like he’s running from a predator, and then I reach his hilt and sink down completely.
Wow. Just… wow.
“Are you okay?” he grits out.
I rub myself against him. “Yes.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
Someone puts a hand on my back. I turn to see Talon. He pushes me forward, and I obey, feeling him coming up behind me. His cock presses against my ass, and I finally understand what Thorian was saying about the other hole.
I could stop this. All it would take is a word, and they would end it without question or judgment. I trust them completely. They want nothing from me but my pleasure, so I keep my mouth shut, curious to see where this will go.
Talon slowly eases one finger into me from behind.
My breath catches, and I hold myself very still as he draws it all the way in, then all the way out.
Over and over again he does it until I start to relax, until I realize that this feels good in a new way, and then he adds another finger to the first.
Fenric comes and lays down beside me. He pulls my head closer, then kisses me. His mouth is hard and demanding. Behind me, Talon continues to add fingers, making me have to adjust each time, but never hurting me. He only builds the warm feeling inside me.
Then, he pulls completely out of me.
I turn, breaking my kiss with Fenric. I watch as Talon seems to line his cock up with my asshole and begins to slowly push inside. My mouth curls into a shocked O, and I hold every muscle tense as the sensation of two large cocks moving inside me washes over me.
It feels like too much. Like I’m too full. Like I might explode.
But… it also feels good.
As they both settle deeply inside of me, I drag in ragged breaths until Fenric kisses me again, and Thorian grabs my breasts and starts playing with my nipples. Shivers roll through me at the contact, and when Talon starts to move inside of me from behind, I actually feel like I can handle it.
Then, they’re both moving, and the building feeling inside me begins to feel so intense that I’m overwhelmed by it. My orgasm hits me, strong and fast, and I break my lips from Fenric’s mouth, crying out in pleasure.
When I stop feeling like I’m floating, Fenric kneels down beside me and angles his cock at my mouth. Without a thought, I spread my lips, and then Fenric is inside. Pumping that gorgeous dick of his inside me.
The sensation of all three men inside of me does things to me I never imagined.
It makes me feel wild. Thorian leans down and sucks my nipple, and I curl a hand in his hair, holding him closer.
I feel alive and desirable in a way I never imagined.
I move between the two cocks in my pussy and ass, and the friction is out of this world.
Fenric digs a hand into my hair and brings me down harder, so I take him deeper and deeper, and the knowledge that I’m getting to him like that makes me burn even hotter.
Talon swears behind me. Thorian releases my nipple and starts to pound into me harder, and then another orgasm hits, making the world go bright. Making every sensation more powerful.
Talon comes in my ass first, and it feels sticky and wet and good. Thorian is next, coating me with his cum and making me moan. Finally, Fenric explodes into my mouth, his hot seed so delicious that I can’t believe I went this long without tasting a man.
Afterward, we stay together in the water for a long time. Nobody speaks. Nobody needs to.
When I look up, I catch the sight of a blue sky through the small opening at the top of the cave, through which the water falls. It jolts me back to reality. We’re in the middle of the Trials, and, like Thorian said, if we linger for too long, the gods will send something to move us along.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” Thorian asks, tensing.
“We can’t just stay here forever, can we?”
All three of them look at me, and it seems to hit them at the same time.
Thorian releases a deep breath. “No. No, we can’t.”
"Alright," I say, pushing against them, and they pull out of me and give me space. "We need to move."
Everyone moves slowly as they head for the fire and our dry clothes. As we move, I look back up at the blue sky. It’s clear, without a cloud inside. My mind flashes back to the night before, and reality sinks in for the first time.
"The blood moon," I say.
Silence.
We all look at each other.
"We forgot about the blood moon," Fenric says slowly.