by C. J. Pinard
Zackary could see Griffin walk in, but when Mariselle tried to turn around, he grabbed her face and said, “Don’t stop.”
She hesitated a little, but quickly put her mouth back on him. She continued to work her hand and mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as Zackary’s eyes rolled back.
Griffin quickly kicked out of his pants. The first thing he’d seen upon entering the room was Mariselle’s glorious, plump ass in the air, and he was instantly hard. He made it over to the bed and felt around in the dark for her fleshy globes. She gasped and squealed around Zackary’s cock when Griffin’s warm hand touched her, but she didn’t stop.
The vibration from her mouth and the fact that there was three of them was the tipping point. As soon as Zackary stiffened up and shot his load into her mouth, Griffin put both hands on Mariselle’s cheeks and shoved his cock into her eager slit.
The three groaned in unison.
Griffin worked himself in and out quickly, but didn’t speak.
When Zackary pulled out, Mariselle swallowed, and said, “Who’s there?”
“Shh,” Zackary hushed, sliding off the bed and standing next to it. He got on his knees and slipped both hands under her full, bobbing breasts and massaged her nipples with his fingertips.
Griffin wasn’t going to last long. With his eyes closed, he thought about the last time he’d been inside her. How he’d shoved himself slowly inside her incredibly tight, wet space and how he’d almost come right then. The mewling sounds and breathy groans she’d whispered in his ear. The way she’d gushed all over his cock. The erotic thoughts were his undoing. A rush of pleasure shot straight to his cock and he moaned out loud before pulling out quickly and spilling his cum into the cloth he’d brought with him. He panted hard and collapsed onto his knees before rolling over onto the floor, heaving for breath.
Zackary rolled Mariselle over onto her back, and, still on his knees, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. He pushed her legs apart so her glistening hole would be the first thing the next brother saw upon entering the room. Zackary slid his finger over her tight bud and stroked her slowly.
“Almost there,” she panted out between kisses.
Before Zackary could respond, the door opened. Mariselle tried to look, but he placed his hand gently on her forehead so it would stay flat on the bed. He continued kissing her until the door closed and the room was plunged into darkness once again.
“Who was that?” she whispered.
He pulled off her lips and kissed his way to her ear. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you trust us?” another voice whispered in the dark.
“I do,” she replied. “But I’d—”
A cock entered her before she could get the words out.
“Ohhh, yes,” she groaned.
Alexander had to shove his fist into his mouth to keep from crying out. He’d been so horny, having to be around her in Zackary’s castle the past few weeks. Self-pleasuring had not cut it, and having to turn away the castle whores had killed him. But this had been worth it. As he pumped in and out, her silky wet walls were milking him quick.
A hand reached over and began strumming her clit while Alexander continued to work himself in and out of her. Mariselle cried out at the sensation, having never felt so much stimulation before. Zackary was still kissing her.
“Oh, my kings… please…” she whimpered.
When she tightened around Alexander’s cock, he panted heavily to control from exploding. She rode her wave with a scream, and instantly, Alexander pulled out and shot his load all over her stomach, his hands gripping her hips tightly, pushing them down onto the bed. “Fuck,” he murmured. He quickly used his cloth to clean up the mess, and made his way to the side of the bed next to Griffin.
Zackary got up from his position and stood next to his brothers. When the door opened, he clamped his hand over Mariselle’s eyes and watched as Mathias entered. The door closed and Zackary grabbed Mariselle’s hand and helped her up. “Stand.”
Mathias shoved his pants off and lay down on the bed on his back. Zackary whispered into her ear. “Get on top of him, love. Fuck him.”
Still out of breath, she did as she was told, feeling around in the dark for his legs. She straddled them, then slid her hands up his thighs until she found his thick, jutting cock.
Mathias moaned. She stroked his hardness a few times, then slithered up and impaled herself on it. He bit his lip as he almost came right then and there.
As she slowly slid up and down on his dick, Zackary grasped her nipples and twirled them between his fingers. She made a high-pitched whimpering sound.
Griffin leaned down and captured her mouth, their tongues mingling.
Alexander lifted her hair and began plundering the back of her neck and shoulders with sucks and licks.
Mathias was panting hard. It was only his second time, but he couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his cock shoved in all the way to the hilt, her hot, wet body riding him. He wished the lights were on so he could see her beautiful breasts bobbing up and down, and the look on her face. She was whimpering and panting hard because of all the stimulation. He closed his eyes and pictured it in his head.
“I’m so very close,” she murmured, working her hips faster and faster, breathing hard.
Mathias grabbed her hips and helped her along. He moved his pelvis in sync with hers for what seemed like hours, but was just mere minutes.
Griffin was enjoying kissing her. She felt so good against his lips and tongue, and he was already rock-hard again.
Zackary still had his hot mouth on her nipples, his tongue doing delicious swirling motions on, with his hands under each arm to control her. His dick was painfully hard.
Alexander continued to lick and suck on her neck, so much so, he was sure she’d have marks all over her the next day. He massaged her bouncing ass cheeks as his cock grew stiffer.
“Oh… oh…” Mathias groaned as his cock jerked and he shot his load inside of her.
She screamed out her release at the same time, riding him hard and fast, her fingers gripping Griffin’s shoulders so forcefully, she drew blood with her fingernails.
The heat in the room from all the heavy breathing and sexual energy had to be a hundred degrees.
Mariselle collapsed onto Mathias.
Zackary got up and went to a nearby table. He lit a candle, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
Mariselle opened her eyes to see Mathias underneath her. She grinned. “I knew it was you.”
He smiled lazily up at her. “How did you know?”
Suddenly, high-pitched screams and cries of pain echoed throughout the castle, and floated through the windows from the nearby villages.
Chapter 23
The five dressed as quickly as they could in whatever clothes were on the floor and rushed out of Mariselle’s chambers.
She immediately went across the hall to Shawna’s room, while the kings rushed down the hall toward the stairs. Mariselle flung the door open and found Shawna curled up on the bed in the fetal position. A very worried Oscar was sitting next to her, rubbing her back.
“What’s the matter?” Mariselle asked.
Oscar quickly took in her disheveled appearance and his brow furrowed. “I don’t know.”
She went to Shawna. “Are you all right?” Then, she looked down and saw blood underneath Shawna’s bottom. “Oh, my gods, you’re bleeding!”
Shawna panted out a few breaths, then lifted pained eyes to Mariselle’s. “What?”
Mariselle pointed. “It looks like your monthly. Is it?”
Shawna sat up, her hand on her lower belly, and blew out a breath. “It seems so.” Her eyes went wide. “Did you break the curse, Mari?”
“Did you get monthlies before the curse?” Mariselle asked excitedly.
“Yes, I’m forty-five, so they weren’t regular, but mostly yes.”
Mariselle rushed out of the room and wen
t to Serina’s chambers. Without knocking she ran inside to find Serina lying next to the chamber pot, covered in sweat, blood all over her nightdress.
She bent down and touched her hair. “You all right?”
Serina looked up at her. “I think so? So much pain in my belly, now blood in my undergarments.”
“It’s your menses!” Mariselle cried excitedly. “Sorry… not sorry!”
Serina got up on shaky legs and looked at Mariselle with wide eyes. “Is the curse broken?”
Mariselle bounced on her bare feet. “I think so!”
The two hugged. She left the room and dashed down the stairs. She found the four kings in the kitchen area, where the staff were cleaning up for the night. They were helping three females up from where they had been on the floor. Their skirts were stained with blood.
They bowed weakly. “I’m so sorry, sire,” one said, her face pale.
Zackary smiled warmly. “Amelie, no apologizes. Go home, take care of yourself.”
“Yes, my lord,” she murmured and left the kitchen area, a male cook helping her walk.
Since there were no servants living at the West Haven, there were only a handful of females there cleaning up for the night. The kings instructed them all to go back to the village to get some rest.
“Did we do it?” Mariselle asked excitedly. “Shawna and Serina are bleeding.”
Mathias winced a little. “I think we did!”
Zackary picked her up and swung her around. “Let’s pray to the gods that we did. Or maybe, the goddesses in this case.”
Alexander shook his head. “Are you meaning to tell me, this whole time, all we had to do was have an orgy with Mariselle and we could have broken the hex a long time ago?”
Griffin chuckled and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It would appear that way.”
Mariselle made a face. “I don’t know if I would have allowed that.”
“Really? Is that so?” Zackary asked, amused.
She looked up at him and put her hand on his stomach. “Yes. I have gotten to know each one of you. It made what happened earlier so much more pleasurable. You, my playful king, were a great lead.” She dragged her gaze from his hazel one, and looked at each of her kings. “I have come to love all of you, for different reasons. You each won me over with your individual charms.”
She walked over to Mathias. “You are my sweet king. You’ve got this… this mischief and innocence hiding behind those beautiful eyes of yours. Your soft touch was just the thing I needed when you gave it to me.” She leaned up and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.
Her eyes wandered to Alexander, she glided over to him. She put her hand on his face and stared up into his icy-blue eyes. “You, my sexy king. I can see why all the maidens in your castle want you so much. The strong, silent type… lasses love that. Me included. You made me feel loved and wanted when I was blue. You showed me things I never knew existed. I missed you so when I had to leave you to come here.” She stroked her finger over the thin, barely-there black beard on his face. He smiled down at her.
Mariselle dragged herself away from him and went over to Griffin. She put her arms around his waist, and he, in turn, wrapped his around her.
“Griffin… my first. I have missed you so much. You are a great and noble leader. You are strong and courageous, inside the bedroom and out. It’s been those qualities that made me love you right from the start.” She rubbed her thumb over his reddish-blond beard and leaned up and kissed him.
Breaking away from him, she now stood in the center of a circle of kings. “What are we going to do now?”
Griffin cleared his throat and looked at his brothers. “I suppose we all go back to our respective havens and address the townspeople. Let them know we broke the curse. And yes, I believe we all get to take credit for it.”
“I agree,” Zackary said. “We did break it.”
“And what of me?” Mariselle asked, afraid of the answer.
“She comes with me,” all three brothers said at once.
Griffin frowned. “I guess it’s your decision, Mariselle.”
She smiled, grateful they weren’t going to send her away now. Looking at each one in turn, she lifted one shoulder. “Why should I have to choose?”
The next day, the four kings were up in the solar room of Zackary’s castle. They had been there meeting and planning for close to ten hours. They told Mariselle to occupy herself elsewhere, as they had lots of business to discuss, and it would be tedious and boring for her. She’s protested at first, but finally relented when Zackary offered up his prized horse for her to use, and agreed to let her take Serina along for a ride.
One of the castle staff had just dropped off a pot of soup and some bread for the kings to eat while they met. As they sat around the table and began to eat, Zackary was the first to speak. “You know, I should have addressed the townspeople today.”
“It’s not too late,” Alexander commented, lifting the spoon to his mouth.
“Can we be sure the curse is completely broken?” Zackary asked.
“We can’t,” Griffin said. “Until there’s a pregnancy.”
Zackary broke off a piece of bread and dipped it in his soup. “That’s true, but I still think I need to address the people.”
“Agreed,” Griffin replied.
“Amos, please fetch Lord Francis,” Zackary said to the knight at the door.
“Right away, sire,” he replied, leaving the room.
“So, do you think we have enough gold to pull this off?” Mathias asked, pointing to the crude sketch of the large castle drawn out in the center of the table.
“Yes,” Griffin replied, “we have plenty. But, what to do with the current havens is going to be our biggest decision.”
“We could appoint governors. The townspeople will still need local leadership,” Alexander suggested.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Zackary replied. “Are we thinking the lords of each castle for governor?”
Griffin shrugged. “I suppose. As long as they’re up to the task.”
The door to the solar room opened and Lord Francis entered. He bowed at the kings.
“Francis, please arrange for a town hall meeting this evening in the castle’s front courtyard.”
“Yes, sire,” he replied. Then he looked at the other kings, and said, “Permission to speak freely, sir?”
The brothers stopped eating and looked at the lord.
“Of course,” Zackary replied.
“Miss Langer and her handmaiden have ridden the horses into the south forest.”
Zackary’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t worried, as that wasn’t the same area as the thieves had been. “Okay. What is the problem?”
Lord Francis put his hands behind his back and said, “They have not returned. That was four hours ago.”
The brothers looked at each other, dropped their spoons, and dashed out of the room.
The four kings, on horseback, along with four of Zackary’s soldiers, had been riding in the forest for almost an hour, calling out for Mariselle and Serina.
“Shh!” Griffin said, holding up his hand. “I think I hear something.”
The eight men halted their horses and listened. They could all hear the faint sounds of laughter.
Zackary’s eyes got big. “I think I know where they are! Yah!” He kicked his horse and went trotting off.
The others followed.
The sound of the falls got louder and louder as they approached. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw female clothes on the shoreline, and two laughing, very naked beauties in the water.
“Mariselle!” Zackary yelled, dismounting his horse as quickly as he could.
Serina immediately ducked her chest into the water and stood there with wide eyes. She dipped her head. “Your Majesties.”
“What are you doing here? All of you?” Mariselle asked, looking amused and making no effort to hide her bare breasts, even in the presence of the soldier
s.
Griffin looked at them. “You can go now. We found them.”
Keeping his eyes on the oldest Rothhaven king, Elio, the lead soldier, cleared his throat and said, “You do not require an escort back, sire?”
“No, we can handle it from here.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” When the kings’ backs were turned, Elio chanced a glance at Serina, who was covering her breasts with her arm as she rose out of the water. He cleared his throat and ordered his men back to the West Haven castle.
“Come out of the water, you two,” Zackary ordered, biting back a smile. “We’ve been worried sick. You’ve been gone for hours!”
Mariselle waded toward the shore and stopped when she got to where the water was too shallow. “And it took all four of you, plus four guards to find us?”
“We’ve been calling out for you,” Mathias said, averting his eyes.
Mariselle said, “Throw us some clothes, or turn around. Serina needs to dress.”
“Turn around,” Griffin ordered.
The brothers obeyed, and then Alexander said, “We were calling for you for the past hour. Did you not hear us?”
“Of course we didn’t,” Mariselle answered. “The waterfalls are too loud.”
“What are you two doing out here, anyway?” Griffin asked.
“You can turn around now,” Mariselle responded.
The four turned around to see both women dressed, their hair dripping. Serina was braiding her dark-brown locks and kept her eyes downcast.
“We were swimming, of course. You’re silly,” Mariselle said to Griffin, her eyes twinkling.
He huffed, but swallowed down a grin. “We can see that. We were just worried about you, as you’d been gone for hours.”
“Well, as you can see, we’re just fine. Serina’s monthly has been bothering her, and I thought some cool water and the falls would calm her womb.”
Serina gasped and cut her eyes to Mariselle as if pleading with her to be quiet.
Mariselle laughed. “Now you know how I’ve felt for the past four months! Nobody likes people talking about their monthly!”