Epilogue
One Year Later
My mates have been competing to see who will be the first one to pump a dhampir whelp into me. They’d all like to see me constantly swollen with child, infecting the world with their half-blood spawn. And they’re doing their damnedest to make that possibility a reality.
Currently it’s Skartovius, burying his huge cock into me straight-on, slamming home and keeping my arms pinned above my head.
From my back, I rock to and fro on the edge of the bed, my wide plush ass slapping loudly against his hard hips.
My thick legs are raised on his shoulders, shaking, and I moan incessantly as he squelches in and out of my soaked cunt, filling me completely.
“You nobleblood bastaaard!” I yell, kicking my legs so my ankles hop on his shoulders while he keeps my jiggling thighs squeezed together so my muscles constrict on his fat cock.
“Keep telling me how much you hate me, little temptress,” he croons, smiling devilishly as he bends forward and kisses me like an animal—all tongue and wetness.
“I don’t hate you, asshole. I love youuu!”
My words turn him feral. He bites into my neck and my eyes roll as I unravel, the siphon of lust swirling through me and stealing my thoughts as he fucks and feeds.
My heart launches to my throat when he drinks a bit too much Loreblood and I get lightheaded. Next thing I know, he’s somehow bigger inside me, throbbing and pulsating, and he growls as he rails me again.
Every curve on my body swings and sways with momentum, until I’m nearly punching myself in the damned face with my hopping tits. He rolls me onto the side, handling me like he owns me, and straddles my lower leg while side-fucking me into oblivion.
When he pumps his cum deep into my womb, I’m plugged so tightly that nothing comes out when he pulls back. Something inside me tells me to run from these animals, so I get on my hands and knees, whining and mewling—
Only for Vallan to meet me at the other side of the bed with a dark grunt. “Where do you think you’re going, silverblood?”
I plant my hands on his sturdy hips, diving my head forward toward his thighs, while he plants his thick cock inside my mouth.
Lukain comes at me from behind, but Garroway gets in front of my disabled dhampir and chuckles, “Too slow!”
The cub spitroasts me with Vall, seesawing me back and forth on their dicks until I’m a moaning mess. His smaller hands dig into my bouncing ass, and I reach back to part my cheeks and show him what I want.
Garroway hops onto the bed, bends his knees, and angles himself down into my asshole.
I howl on Vallan’s cock, eyes spinning again, my voice reverberating so hard on Vall’s shaft that he has to hold my face there, locked until my nose touches his belly, so he doesn’t explode down my throat too early.
Next I hear Garro gasping, and Lukain mutters, “Now who’s too slow, graybird?”
My one-legged dhampir fucks my bald dhampir from behind.
He’s managed to climb onto the bed also, and his new wooden prosthetic certainly helps with that.
Just a month ago, this wouldn’t have been possible.
But the Grimsons were determined to fasten something Lukain could use to walk steadier, and the result has been nothing short of amazing.
He even fucked me with that peg leg one time, though we haven’t told the others yet. It’s our little secret.
It’s a shame Garro gets to be the brunt of that amazement right now, but I’m indirectly impacted because Lukain fucking Garro’s ass means Garro throbs inside my ass.
I push myself back on the duo, until my thighs are slapping against Garro’s balls. I feel fingers stroking Garro at the base of his cock—Lukain fondling the cub while he buries himself inside my tight hole.
The sensations with these men are always otherworldly—ecstasy and animalistic behaviors coming out in full force. I don’t feel like myself when I’m rutting with my mates, and neither do they. We are so intrinsically connected, nothing surprises us anymore.
If Lukain wants to thrust himself inside Garroway and stroke him off while Garro finishes inside my wobbling rear and Vallan spills down my throat, no one is stopping them.
It’s what we all want, and we’re constantly testing the boundaries of how kinky and sloppy and surreal we can make these evenings.
The only thing we won’t touch is Skartovius and Lukain getting near each other during these torrid times, because they’re half-brothers and that’s just . . . not part of our situation.
I start to wonder if tonight will be the night I’m finally bred by one of my mates, and which one it’ll be to get the bragging rights of being the father to my first child.
I’m giddy at the thought—Would Garro’s baby be bald?
Would Skar’s spawn have luscious auburn hair right out of the womb?
How big would Vallan’s whelp be?! I’ll need to make sure Lukain’s child never feels bad about him or herself, since they’ll be prone to it.
Or maybe I’m giddy because my mind is roving ravenously and no longer belonging to me. When Lukain strokes Garroway hard enough to come inside me, he quickly pushes our cub aside and takes his place behind me.
Meanwhile, Skartovius is ready to go again, but now he’s arguing with Vallan about who gets my pussy.
“You just had her cunt!” Vall growls.
“Oldest gets to make the rules,” Skar argues.
“No—she does!” Vall points at me.
Only problem is, I’m getting fucked six ways to yesterday and I’m in no condition to make any rules, much less speak. Lukain has my ass plugged and I can feel him squelching around with Garro’s slick cum inside me and it’s so filthy and beautiful.
I moan and scream, “Stop fighting each other and fight my cunt, you idiots!”
My body pushes forward from Lukain finishing inside me, ass rising, thighs jiggling, and then I’m biting the sheets as my mates slide into me from the back. Vallan gets my ass and Skartovius gets my pussy—turns out the oldest one did get what he wanted after all.
My two largest mates make me see sounds as they bring the bed crashing in on itself with their raucous fucking. I yelp as I fall through the middle of the mattress and the headboard comes flying down to crush me—
Caught by Vallan before it can squish me, though I’m sure a squishier Hellwhore is exactly what my mates would have liked.
He uses the now-diagonal headboard as leverage to slam into me, grunting and growling, while I can feel Skar filling my depths with more of his essence.
Before long, I’m lifted off the broken bed and my curvy body is thrown across a table, which also breaks and shatters within ten minutes of illicit use.
My mates are so obsessed with every fold and curve and sound of me that they simply can’t stop from breaking every piece of furniture while we finish our raucous evening.
What’s worse is that the room and its furniture doesn’t belong to us. So we’ll have to pay for all this damage. It isn’t the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last.
The first year of Twin Haven’s resurgence was a stressful, groundbreaking period. There were many growing pains to iron out to combine the mountain city of Olhav and the valley city of Nuhav into one proper metropolis.
Following Father Cullard’s death and some logistical planning, we marched into Olhav and claimed ownership of the mountain city, putting the vampires to heel for the first time in over a century.
Without proper leadership or overlords or overladies, the fractured remnants of the Olhavian armies swiftly folded.
They were pushed off the mountain in some instances—if they wouldn’t acquiesce to our demands of peace—while others were forced to drink Silverblood to steal the wicked tendencies and vileness from their minds.
We created a more peaceful, docile vampire, if it can be believed. All thanks to the obsessed mind of my mother, Jinneth.
Because of all her work, Jinneth was given a proper Alchemical Wing, named the ceremonial leader of the wing, and given a team of hardworking former Chained Sisters to help her run it.
My nightlady-turned-prisoner-turned-rebel mother became Twin Haven’s foremost expert in all things science, alchemy, and the inexplicable.
Even now, her team is working on new concoctions to cure vampirism and transform what we know is possible.
Captain Rirth leads the joint Military Wing.
They no longer call themselves the Silverknights because that brings up harsh memories of wars between vampires and humans, and we’re trying to avoid those traumatic memories.
He even has vampires in his ranks now, with the Red Spawn needing somewhere to go after their internal conflicts lowered their number from thirty-five to five.
Turns out constant conflict and death wasn’t in their best interest either, it just took them a while to realize it.
Liolen’s mercenaries, Barnabac’s soldiers, and Aramastun’s judgemen also commingle within Rirth’s military.
Some of them forced, some of them not; it’s a bit of a hodgepodge that’s going to take years to settle.
Rirth’s new wife, Palacia, is the Interfolk Ambassador for Twin Haven, and the rumors and gossip about her make Pala the talk of the town.
She’s both beautiful and stern, kind and indifferent, making her a perfect representative for the interfolk of our little society, who have always needed a helping hand from persecution.
Imis is our freshly minted Knowledge Wing coordinator, which makes perfect sense for the book-learning, bespectacled woman.
It was Skartovius’ idea to renew the Knowledge Ward in a way that would be open for both vampires and humans to learn of our combined cultures.
With the vampires being more docile now, it’s actually working.
There is currently a gigantic library being built in Twin Haven into side of the Olhavian Peaks—accessible at the top levels by the vampires, and at the bottom levels by the humans.
As my mates finish fucking and filling me, leaving me a sopping mess across the broken table, I’m ready to pass out.
But the evening is so nice, the breeze so soft through our balcony window, that I clamber onto my feet with a groan and wander to the balcony once we’re done.
I’m so filled I feel like I’m sloshing as I move, and my skin turns clammy from the chill breeze against my heated flesh.
Leaning over the railing, I smile.
A vast ocean of undulating black tides greet me with a pleasant sound and the scent of salty air. It’s dark and quiet here, and I only wish my mates could see this view during the day—they’d be astounded to see what the ocean looks like when the sun is out.
Twin Haven wasn’t always as well-oiled as we’ve made it. It’s taken a year to get things even marginally situated for peaceful living.
No, at first, we stuck to our command posts.
Vallan led the Military Ward, Garroway led the Intelligence Ward, Lukain led the Faith Ward, and Skartovius led the Commerce Ward.
I was in charge of the Judgment Ward overlooking all the others.
We had to do this to bring Olhav to its knees, conquering the vampires and breaking them.
Once we returned to Nuhav triumphant, everyone assumed I would lead the twin cities. I had been the rebel leader. The Bitch-Queen of the Firehold, the Hellwhore of Nuhav, the Commandress of the Revolutionaries.
Who else would be suited to the task? Everyone knew me. Everyone came to me for guidance—humans and vampires alike.
So imagine their surprise when I . . . vanished.
With a snap of their fingers, just like that, the Hellwhore was gone.
And instead, the people were greeted by two leaders: a little old lady who had seen much more than I ever have, and her stout, loud, enthusiastic wife.
Iron Sister Keffa and Jinneth are excellent diplomats and leaders for Twin Haven, to usher in a new society.
Meanwhile, I decided to leave the war-torn cities with my mates after building them back up stone by stone.
Even now, we’re in some far-off port city staring down at a blackened sea on a moonlit night, smiling broadly, knowing how far we’ve come.
The world is too vast to get cooped up in one place forever, and now I need some adventure.
Because I’ve realized it doesn’t matter where I am. There’s no reason I need to stay in Nuhav or Olhav, and I feel I’ve far overstayed my welcome in both. They don’t need to be my home.
No, my home is wherever Skartovius Ashfen, Vallan Stellos, Garroway Kuffich, and Lukain Pierken are.
So we’re taking a bit of a whirlwind trip of discovery.
Our first stop? I turn to my mates spread across the balcony, all of us sweaty and naked and heated, soon to be ready for another bawdy round. “How about Delmarn, boys? Think it’s anything like this seaside town?”
Skar chuckles. “Imis says they have a great library. Perhaps it could give us some ideas to use for Twin Haven’s.”
Yes, if we ever return to the twin cities, that is.
Because I’m not so sure.
I smile at my delicious mates, all muscle and handsomeness and pale skin, strong dips and planes and mottled flesh where their scars show from our endless battles, and I wonder why I’d ever want to leave this balcony.
No, I don’t think I do.
Twin Haven can wait.
What can’t wait . . . well, I turn and hurry back into the broken bedroom, slapping my nearest mate’s ass before giggling and yelping because I hear my diabolical men rumbling in behind me, coming after me all at once.
It’s a stampede of love, and it can’t wait for anything.
THE END