Chapter 73
Rosomon
On the plateau in Lymbo, Saxon and Tynan hold me closely between them, and Zogar strides away to shift into his true form.
Surath and Xendus take flight, leaving us behind. So far, my only surprise is that there was no illusion waiting for us here, only bleak, flat greyness.
Zogar’s impressive male form rises from a crouch, and clothes appear to cover his body as he strides toward us. Tynan pulls a long black scarf from his pocket.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
“To cover your eyes.” He winks.
“Obviously. But why.”
“That’s for us to know and you to find out.” Tynan squeezes my bottom and Saxon smiles. “Let us surprise you.”
I shake my head, but I let them put on the blindfold.
“Okay,” I turn between the three men. “What’s the surprise.” I can’t see them, but feel their close presence, even with their warmth and scents dulled in Lymbo.
“Be patient, my love.” Zogar’s voice increases my anticipation, but my patience is definitely waning.
My clothing changes, and I run my hands over my body, trying to figure out what I’m wearing. The garment is clearly a gown, soft and comfortable, and it leaves my upper chest and arms exposed.
The men have moved away from me, and I’m starting to feel very alone.
“You may remove your blindfold,” Zogar says.
I do so quickly and then blink against the brightness and utter beauty of what’s revealed. Zogar has outdone himself. Butterflies abound, flying over vast gardens of colorful flowers, and a small brook babbles over rocks in the near distance.
But the best part of my view is the three men.
They’re standing together under an arch, Tynan and Saxon on the sides, with Zogar in the center.
The arch itself is covered by even more flowers, and it’s similar, but much wider and even more splendid than the one Zogar created on our wedding day.
It easily accommodates all three men, with room for me too.
“What’s this all about?” I walk forward, and my shimmering silver gown flows with each step. The men are also dressed formally and have never looked this good to me.
“You don’t like it?” Zogar feigns hurt feelings, but there’s humor in his tone.
“It’s beautiful, but—”
Saxon, dressed in a leather and velvet suit that hugs his strong form, shifts his hands behind his back as I draw near. “We need to speak to you. About something important.”
“What’s so important we must discuss it in Lymbo?” Nerves invade the happiness swirling through me.
“The location was my idea.” Zogar’s chin rises. A butterfly lands atop his head, and the sight of its delicate orange and yellow wings, against the deep purple hair of my huge husband makes me smile. I still don’t fully understand how closely he controls these illusions.
“The big guy also chose the…decor,” Tynan adds, gesturing around and grinning ear to ear. “But I approve. It reminds me of the time we spent here.” He sends me a lusty grin, then glances toward Saxon.
Zogar and Saxon are trying to look serious, but Tynan’s obvious joy calms my nerves and stirs my need for him—for all three of these men. I very much enjoy my time alone with every one of these men, but my very favorite moments have been when all four of us lie together.
If it’s difficult for the men to take turns with me, they never show it.
And it’s impossible to describe the pleasure and joy I feel when one of them is inside me as the other two stroke me with their fingers, lips and tongues—sometimes rubbing their rigid rods over my skin or between my lips as another man’s rod is inside me.
A frisson of lust increases the dampness in my cleft.
Zogar clears his throat, and I swallow my lust and impatience. I want to know what’s going on, but I need to trust that I’ll like it.
Zogar, looking very serious, gets down on one knee. “Rosomon, my dearest love, I have a proposal to put before you.” He reaches out for me, and I step forward, laying my hands in his offered palms.
What in the world is going on? “Zogar, we’re already married.”
“My proposal, is that we make a significant amendment to our union.” He glances between the two other men, and they lower to one knee as well.
My stomach stirs and flips, and joy spreads inside me. My mind can’t figure out what’s happening—not exactly—but every tiny bit of my body is even more certain now that I’ll absolutely love my surprise.
“My love, I chose this location and created this setting, because my greatest wish is that today will exist in our lives and memories on equal footing with, or above, our first wedding day.”
Unable to speak, I just nod and look into the eyes of each of the men in turn.
Tynan and Saxon each reach a hand forward and Zogar transfers my hands to theirs. Then he lays his hands on top, so that we’re all joined together.
“Rosomon,” he says, “I propose that we formally amend our wedding vows to welcome these two men into our marriage. That way, you can call all three of us husband, and we all can call you wife.”
My heart beats wildly, and I struggle to find my breath. This goes beyond all the best versions of our future I’ve imagined.
“Should you accept,” Zogar says, “this will solidify our family and futures together, and will remove any question about the legitimacy of our future children, no matter whose seed is planted.”
I draw a ragged breath.
“If we are all united in marriage, no one will dare question our union,” Saxon says, looking into my eyes.
No one dares question it now. Zogar, even without his former title as king, is far too powerful.
But I do like the idea that this could quiet some of the chatter behind our backs.
But much more than that, I love the permanence of this, the commitment of it, and that all three men will be on equal footing in our relationship the same way they are in my heart.
Saxon and Tynan glance toward each other. They nod, then turn toward me and say in unison, “Will you marry me? Will you agree to be my wife?”
Still stunned, I open my lips to speak, but my mouth is too dry to form words.
Saxon’s hand is trembling, and doubt flickers in Tynan’s eyes. I can’t believe they have any question, and so I muster up the moisture and air required to speak.
“Yes.” My entire body beams with happiness. “Yes. A million times yes.”
The men stand and draw me into an embrace, and I’m overcome by the sound of all of our heartbeats pounding together.
“Now,” Zogar says. “The only thing left is the vows. Vows all four of us will make to each other.”
“And then the consummation.” Tynan winks and every part of me tingles with anticipation.