Chapter 11
11
Tanya
I twirl around in the living room of my small apartment. The filmy fabric of my robe floats outwards in a silvery arc, barely concealing the lush curves beneath.
“Fuck,” Chris groans, already stroking his shaft. “Do you have panties on under that thing? Because you’re definitely not wearing a bra.”
“You’re beautiful,” James whispers worshipfully, unable to tear his eyes from the dark shadow between my thighs. “Delicious, honey.”
“You sure you don’t want to take that gown off right now?” Carl adds, his body hardening before my eyes. “It’ll save time.”
I giggle.
“You guys are so silly! We have to wait for Herbert and Henry to get here! We’re doing the ritual, remember?”
“Right. The engorgement ritual,” Carl rasps, shaking his head with disbelief. “I can’t believe we’re going through with this. He and his twin are such fucking crazies.”
“Don’t say that,” I mock-scold before sitting on the couch and crossing my legs. “Henry is hot! So what if he’s a little addled in the brain? That doesn’t mean that he can’t give some good lovin’.”
My three men growl with possession, and that’s what I adore about them. They worship my curves, but at the same time, they understand that a woman has needs too. After all, I’m the girl who was divorced by two different husbands for being “too slutty.” Given that fact, it’s practically expected that I jump at the opportunity to make love to handsome identical twins.
Besides, I dig this religion stuff. It’s not everyday that a hot guy shows up on your doorstep and says that you’re the embodiment of his dreams. Not only that, but Henry calls me “goddess,” “Queen,” and the “Holy Mother.” It’s gratifying, actually. I feel cherished, worshipped, and very inclined to accept any offerings the handsome male animals want to make.
But where are Henry and Herbert? The clock’s about to strike midnight, yet the twins haven’t shown up yet. Suddenly, the buzzer rings and I run over to the wall console. A grainy image shows Henry on the screen, his dark hair brushed back and his jaw locked tight. Nonetheless, I press the button and pretty soon, there’s a knock on the door.
“Hey,” I greet, sweeping open the front door. “There you are. Where’s your brother?”
Henry steps in, and I blink for a moment. He looks the same, with ebony locks, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes. The broad shoulders are still there, as well as the narrow hips and long, powerful legs. But something’s off. I can feel it.
“Wait a minute, you’re not Henry. You’re Herbert, aren’t you? Where’s Henry?”
The man inclines his head as he surveys the four of us.
“Actually, I’m not Henry,” he acknowledges in a low voice. “And I’m not Herbert either.”
“What?” I ask, befuddled. “What do you mean? Who are you then? You look just like them.”
The man nods.
“I’m Hoover, their identical triplet. I bet they didn’t mention that I exist, did they? Typical.”
I stare at the man.
“Wait, what’s going on? If you’re their triplet, then what are you doing there? How do you even know about us? About my home?” I ask, gesturing to my apartment. “You came in using a disguise.”
The man’s smile quirks up at one corner. Hoover is as gorgeous as his brothers, and my heart quickens a bit.
“It’s only a disguise if it’s fake, and my face and body aren’t fake. This is the real me. Like I said, Henry, Herbert and I are identical triplets. Once upon a time, we shared a womb. I swear it.”
“Okay,” James drawls, rising to his feet. The alpha male is so tall that his dark head almost brushes the ceiling in my apartment. “But why are you here? And where are your brothers?”
Hoover snorts.
“I came here to warn you about those quacks,” he says. “Herbert and Henry have been crazy since they were kids. They were always babbling about mystical shit, and this Order of the Raptor stuff is just their latest project. Did they tell you that you’re their “Mother Goddess” and “fit to be worshipped like a queen”? Did they tell you that they’re your humble servants, and will wait on you hand and foot until end times? So long as you provide them with sexual services, of course.”
I stare.
“They did refer to me as “Goddess” and “Queen,” if that’s what you’re talking about.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Hoover says. “Don’t fall for it. They’re snake oil salesmen intent on gangbanging as many pretty young girls as they can. Say no. You don’t have to do this.”
“Wait, they’ve done this before?” I ask slowly. “There are other girls? What do you mean?”
Hoover shrugs.
“My brothers have been at it for at least a decade, if not two. They’ve always had a taste for sharing women, and this is their M.O. Hey, I get it, because I’m into pretty ladies too. Who doesn’t enjoy giving a young girl her first taste of getting all three holes plugged at once? Especially when she’s lush, curvy, and loving it. But yeah, the Order of the Raptor is just the latest incarnation of their con game. I’m sorry, honey. You’ve been had. Hopefully, I intervened before things got too fucked up.”
“Yeah, but why would your brothers even go to such lengths to get into a young girl’s pants?” James growls, shooting daggers at Hoover. “I mean, they’re good-looking guys. It should be easy for them to reel one in.”
Hoover shrugs.
“Who knows? They’re addled in the head, like I said. Have been since they were kids.”
I’m just about to ask more questions, when suddenly the door bursts open and who stands there in my apartment but two life-size copies of Hoover. It must be Herbert and Henry! The twins are carbon copies of their triplet, and they’re radiating fury as they stare at Hoover.
“ You !” Henry shouts.
“What’s your problem?” Herbert demands, a vein pulsing in his temple with rage. “Why do you always have to get mixed up in our business?”
Hoover rolls his eyes.
“Because I hate seeing you scam other people. What’s with the fake religion bullshit? Don’t you guys ever get enough? Although I have to say that I’m impressed with this Order of the Raptor crap. Very elaborate. You guys have been working this one for a long time, haven’t you?”
Harsh streaks decorate the twins’ high cheekbones as they advance menacingly on their brother.
“The Order of the Raptor is real,” Henry spits, his fists curled tight. “Shut your trap.”
“We have located the Goddess after many years of going without,” Herbert rasps, stalking towards his triplet with fury blazing from those blue eyes. “You will be made to pay.”
The testosterone is so high in the room that I feel lightheaded. But I know I have to do something because I can’t have an all-out brawl going on in my living room! My combination living-dining area is only about four hundred square feet, and these men are going to destroy everything.
“Okay, okay,” I step in. “Let’s not go crazy here.”
All six men stare at me then, their heads whipping around to take in my curvy form.
“Hey, I’m just trying to keep the peace,” I say, holding both hands up. “That, and the fact that I don’t want my apartment trashed. I just re-upholstered my couch last year, and you guys look like you’re fit to shred it to pieces.”
The six men goggle at me, their jaws practically dropping to the ground. I merely giggle.
“Besides, I’m the Queen Goddess, right? I want to assert my authority, and before you start fighting over the veracity of my position, I’m going to show you why I’m the Queen Goddess, and why the Order of the Raptor is for real. Follow me,” I say in a sassy tone before picking up the hem of my gown and slipping my feet into sparkly high heels. “It’s time for the ceremony to begin, and I’ll prove to you that this religion is worth it – for everyone involved.”
Then, I prance up the stairs to the rooftop, the men grumbling and muttering in my wake. When I step out onto the terrace, the moon casts a gilded glow over the setting. Outdoor furniture melts into a silvery haze, and the sparkle of the New York skyline winks and blinks in the darkness. A cool breeze touches my cheeks, and I inhale with anticipation as the vee between my thighs moistens. Sensing, rather than hearing, the rustle of leaves from the great scotch oak, I know that our resident raptor is there – watching, waiting, and anticipating the debauchery to come.