Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Greer chuckled, yet there was a hint of malice in it.
“I am poor, meself, but that gold also made its way into the poor aleboy’s pocket or on the poor whore’s nightstand nearly every night.
Some nights, theys was one in the same, o’course.
I daresay those omegas lived better lives thanks to me and my hard-earned coin—and my hard-rode cock.
” Greer barked with laughter and took a deep gulp from his mug, wiping his chin with the back of his sleeve.
“I helped me own, too. Alphas, that is. Innkeepers and alesmen from Tavaria to Fuelders have benefitted from my stays in their alpha-owned establishments. I’m a good man, I. ”
“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” Vor muttered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“I did what I had to do, Vor,” Greer said. “You never knew real suffering like I did.”
“So you say,” Vor replied, appearing unimpressed with Greer’s argument.
“I’ll keep my tongue tonight,” Greer said before turning to eye Snow.
“We have ourselves a proper pretty prince in our midst—and I’d hate him to think poorly of either of us.
” Greer moved closer and sat on a bench near Snow’s seat.
He trailed a fingertip over Snow’s wrist. “Enjoy your bath, did ye?”
Snow stared up at Greer, unsure of the touch.
“I could’ve made you scream even louder,” Greer murmured as he slid a hand under Snow’s borrowed shirt.
Snow’s concerned gaze traveled to Vor’s.
“Back off,” Vor said to Greer. “He’s tired.”
“Because you tired him out,” Greer snapped at Vor, removing his hand. “Taking without considering the lot of us. We’re all needy, Vor. Not just ye. Who said he was yours alone.”
In an attempt to avert a quarrel he sensed coming, Snow handed Greer his nearly empty mug. “Perhaps you could get me another ale and allow me a bit more rest after my recent exertion.”
Greer smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. “Whatever the omegas asks, he shall receive.” He took Snow’s mug and walked to an ale barrel not too far from them.
Snow met Vor’s gaze and noted the hint of a smile on the alpha’s lips.
Greer returned with his ale and sat back beside him, never moving far all night.
The rest of the evening was spent with the alphas lauding him with tales of their exploits before they’d been captured by the wizard.
He heard of fights won, tournaments championed, journeys to lands unknown, drunken nights filled with song, and many an omega ravished.
He particularly enjoyed hearing of the omegas ravished. The more apple ale he imbibed, the more he wanted to be an omega ravished. Not that Vor hadn’t already shown him a taste. Even the tiniest bit sore, he was ready to become their newest tale to tell.
That story started innocently enough. Hwa wished to show him something called qi in his language and how it must be balanced through points of pressure on the body.
His hands were masterful and Snow did in fact feel more relaxed after Hwa massaged certain spots—but perhaps it was just the ale he’d drunk.
Those massaging hands moved to more intimate spots and soon, Shen wanted Hwa to teach him how to balance Snow’s qi, too.
Snow barely recalled the moment Vor’s shirt was taken from his body.
He was more interested in the mouths, teeth, and fingers tasting and massaging him.
Shen and Hwa sat on either side of Snow, taking turns kissing his lips while both Owan and Greer stroked their bare, hardening cocks nearby, watching their play.
Vor remained across from them, the fire at his back, his lids growing heavy as he watched the alphas caress him.
But there were only five. Where were the other two? Slowly gazing around the room as Shen kissed him lazily, he found Klaus and Lazlo together in the shadows, kissing one another. Snow gasped inwardly, shocked to see two alphas intimate with one another out in the open.
He’d heard whispers circulating around the castle of others who did the same but had never witnessed it.
His gaze was locked on Klaus and Lazlo, his own cock hardening all the more and fluid seeping from the tip.
Watching their taboo touches was utterly enthralling.
An alpha surrendering to another? It seemed improbable—and he couldn’t wait to see how far they went from those kisses.
“Do you like seeing them kiss?” Shen whispered, his gaze traveling in the direction Snow’s had just been.
“I shouldn’t,” Snow replied, breathless from the many pleasures bestowed upon him. “But it makes me tingle all over.”
Shen moaned, kissing the side of Snow’s cheek, near his ear. “I like to watch, too. I like to feel it even more.”
Snow shivered, the prospect of seeing Shen with one of the other alphas even more alluring than watching Klaus and Lazlo. But only one pair was actively enjoying one another. Snow’s gaze trekked back to the shadows. He reached down, stroking himself as he watched the two alphas kissing hungrily.
Klaus was aggressive as he lapped at Lazlo’s soft-looking lips.
Lazlo curled in his lap like an omega might, offering himself fully.
As their clothing disappeared, piece-by-piece, Snow grew wetter and wetter, slick heavily coating him.
He assumed it was Shen and Hwa who fingered his wet hole with their long, thin digits.
Snow was too caught up by Klaus and Lazlo to pay too close attention to who provided that particular pleasure.
Suddenly, he was lifted from the chair and carried towards the pillows by Shen and Hwa. Hwa lay back on the pillows and Snow was sat on top of him, facing forward. Snow searched the room, seeking Vor’s gaze.
Vor stared, his jaw slack, all while stroking his massive cock. Snow shivered again, excited all the more seeing Vor finding pleasure watching him.
“You’d look beautiful impaled on their cocks,” Vor said, his voice low and deep. “Is that what you want, sweet Snow?”
Snow moaned, his head falling back as a tremor rocked through him. “I do,” Snow replied, breathless and grateful for Vor’s clear approval.
Hwa’s long cock speared him from behind as he was lowered.
When Snow’s knees met the softness of the silk pillows, he gripped Hwa’s knees with both hands and adjusted himself over the length.
Snow rose up and came back down; a groan of delight dragged from him as he rode Hwa’s staff.
A few strokes in, Shen climbed astride his friend’s thighs and urged Snow to lie back against Hwa’s chest. He angled his shorter, thicker shaft towards Snow’s slickened entrance.
“Both?” Snow asked, wide-eyed.
“Is that not what Vor just suggested?” Shen asked, smiling wickedly.
“I didn’t realize he meant at the same time,” Snow murmured, trapped in the dancing mirth in Shen’s topaz eyes.
“Vor stretched you nice and wide with his big cock. You’re still gaped open a little from his attentions,” Shen whispered before capturing his lips for a too-brief kiss. “I think you can manage us both, don’t you?”
Snow met Shen’s heated gaze and then shifted his to Vor’s. After Vor nodded, Snow turned back to Shen. “Go slow, please.”
“Of course,” Shen whispered. “Tell me if it’s too much, jagiya.”
Snow’s back arched as Shen’s cock slowly slid in alongside Hwa’s.
He moaned against Shen’s lips, trembling at the feel of both of them stretching him.
He’d been correct. Both together weren’t much larger than Vor alone.
There was a small pinch of pain, but once Shen slid deep, all Snow felt was pleasure.
Gaze darting, he found Vor staring intently and stroking that big shaft of his. Snow held that gaze as Shen and Hwa thrust in and out of him—and he could see how excited it made the alpha.
Mine.
Odd that word came up again when two other alphas fucked him, but somehow, he felt as connected to Vor in that moment as he did Shen and Hwa. Perhaps more.
Vor rose to his feet and strolled closer, stroking his cock as he watched the pair fuck Snow.
He rounded the scene before stopping near Hwa’s head.
He cupped Snow’s chin and lifted it, guiding Snow’s mouth closer to his hard shaft.
A tremor raced through Snow as the tip of Vor’s cock pressed against his lips.
Three alphas inside him at once? Suddenly starving to experience that sensation, Snow opened his mouth, needing to taste Vor’s thick shaft.
Snow groaned, lapping Vor’s pre-cum as he rode Hwa and Shen’s cocks.
Opening his jaw more, Snow allowed Vor to surge forward, fucking his throat.
Not to be left out, Greer and Owan returned to his sides, and each collected one of his hands.
Snow hesitated with Greer, but gave in, knowing it could only go so far.
Both men steered his hands onto their hard cocks and tightened their meaty palms around his.
He groaned around Vor’s cock, intoxicated by the fact he was pleasing five alphas all at once.
Someone gripped Snow’s shaft, pumping a tight fist up and down his length.
Had someone else joined? He didn’t think so.
From the corner, he heard Lazlo’s whimpers and cries—and was sad he could no longer watch them due to the alphas crowding around him.
From the sound of things, Klaus was driving his cock deep into Lazlo, much like Vor had earlier with Snow.
The wet fucking and sucking sounds, together with his own incessant moaning, the alphas’ groans, the scent of seed, and the overwhelming sensation tingling all over his body, Snow felt the first glimmers of a building orgasm.
His body tensed tighter and tighter, pushed to extremes with every suck, thrust, and stroke.