by K. A Knight
I groan, fisting the covers in my anger, and lift my head to meet Clay’s eyes. He watches me with a smile, reaching down to stroke my hair as I feel Archel’s cock at my entrance.
“P—” He pushes into me, stealing my words. Archel only pushes in a few inches, slowly stretching me around his cock, before he pulls out and thrusts back in, all the way to the hilt. I moan, keeping my eyes locked with Clay’s as he strokes me. Archel fucks me, his fingers spasming on my hips as he pulls out and pushes back in. He starts off soft, gentle, and loving, but it’s not long before he’s pounding into me and I’m pushing back to meet him.
I reach for that orgasm again. I’m so close, and just when I’m about to fall into the abyss, he pulls out, leaving my pussy empty and cold. I cry out with frustration.
“Clay, fill her mouth, shut her up,” Jago orders. I turn my glare to him as I’m lifted, and he slides below me, my breasts pressing against his solid chest. He strokes my hips as he holds me above his hard cock.
“You son of a—”
He slams me down onto his cock, impaling me, and I scream, tossing my head back, but my hair gets caught in someone’s grip. It’s ripped forward and to the side where another cock presses against my lips—Clay’s.
Jago buries himself inside me, holding me still as Clay bumps my lips with his tip until I open for him, and then he surges inside. His huge, stiff cock slowly slides out and in, my saliva dripping down his shaft as he holds his dick for me. Jago starts to move with a slow roll of his hips, establishing a rhythm to keep me on the edge of release.
I feel my ass parted, and then Archel’s wet fingers touch my other hole. I relax, and he slowly works one inside me, making me cry out at the pressure. They work together to fuck me as Archel adds another finger, and then they pick up speed. I greedily suck on Clay’s cock, swallowing him all the way to the back of my throat. I glance at Evan, who watches me hungrily.
I put on a show for my usually jealous lover, sucking and pushing back until my orgasm finally crests and they let it. I come all over Jago’s huge cock and open my mouth wider, letting Clay’s wet dick slip out. Archel pulls free of my ass as I shiver and shake, and as I ride the high, his cock presses against my ass.
He goes slow, pushing in past the ring of muscles. I try to relax, to hold still as he thrusts in an inch and pulls out before pushing back in. The sting soon dissipates as Jago begins to move, thrusting up in time with Archel’s movements. Finally, Archel is buried all the way inside me, his huge cock stretching me. Caught between them, I can do nothing but whimper and work with them as they fuck me.
Clay presses his cock against my mouth once again, and I suck it hard, taking out my pleasure on him as he snarls. He snaps his hips forward, plunging into my mouth over and over.
All my holes are filled, and it feels so good.
I’m so full, so loved… Evvie.
I open my eyes to see him moving closer. He steps around my other side, and I reach out blindly, accidentally hitting his hard cock before I wrap my hand around it.
“Piper,” he gasps, jerking in my grip as I suck on Clay and start to stroke my Evvie.
I rub him in time to the others’ rhythm, letting them take over. Clay controls my head, angling it to swallow him deeper. Archel and Jago slam into me, chasing their releases and mine. Evan grunts, his eyes closing as I stroke his hard cock, but I falter when I feel another orgasm rolling through me.
“That’s right, come for me, wife,” Jago coos.
Taken by surprise, I scream around Clay’s cock. He growls, slamming down my throat before coming. I swallow it as I clamp down on Jago and Archel. Archel groans, clutches my ass cheeks, and stills, filling my ass with his cum. Jago manages two more thrusts, even as I clamp around his cock, before he snarls below me, his release surging inside me. I droop forward for a moment, trying to catch my breath. Hands stroke me, and I lift my head, meeting Evan’s hungry gaze.
“Pip, you don’t have—”
Jago helps lift me off his and Archel’s cocks, and I turn to Evan and crawl towards him as he lies against the pillows.
I ignore his protests about me being tired and grab his cock. This time, I line it up with my pussy and slam down onto it. We both groan. His hands automatically go to my hips as I roll and circle them. I start to ride him, bouncing on his dick.
“I love you,” he murmurs, thrusting up into me. He fucks me hard and fast, uncaring about the others being before him because he knows he’s mine as well. He’s not my only, but he is my forever.
I meet his eyes as I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I kiss him hard, our teeth clashing as we fuck. His dick fills me with each thrust, and although I didn’t think it was possible, I feel my pleasure building again.
Slow and soft but there.
We work towards our orgasms together, our bodies in sync. We were made for each other. He rips his lips away, panting as he stares up at me, and I lean back. I grip his thighs as I roll my body, taking control while I stare into those worshipful eyes.
My Evvie, my first love.
One of my lasts.
My husband.
I force my eyes to stay open as I ride him. His hands trail down my body before flicking my clit, and then they glide back up, tweaking my nipples—down, rub, up, flick—until his hands grab my ass cheeks and he flips us. I grin as he takes over, groaning when he slams into me. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into my body.
“Pip,” he snarls, fighting my tight pussy, fighting to keep his rhythm, but it’s no use. We are both so close that when he slams into me, grinding into my clit, I scream my release again, and he follows.
It’s one of those mind-blowing, all-consuming orgasms that you can only try to breathe through as it takes over your entire body and mind. When it finally subsides, I collapse.
They shuffle around me, stroking my sweaty hair and body. They dot kisses across my skin, telling me they love me, that I’m beautiful, and a smile curves my lips, even as my eyes stay closed.
When the sun rises, there are more palm prints on my body, the best kind, and I fall into an exhausted sleep in my husbands’ arms.
The few days following the wedding are a blur of roaming hands and orgasms. We spend our time in the little cottage, with Abel dropping off food and looking after Beast Jr., until we decide to see him on our way to The Ring. Our honeymoon is over, after all, and we need to get back to work. We need to finish what we started and make The Wastes a better place to live.
I leave the men in the kitchen with Able as they speak about converting the cottage so we can make it a home for when we visit the north. Beast Jr. barks and follows me out to the cliff as I sit down on the bench. I watch him yip and chase his tail, laughing at his antics. He leaps up next to me, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he pants and stares across the ocean.
It’s peaceful.
“Hi, Mum,” I whisper, turning to watch the waves like my fur baby is. “I hope you didn’t watch the after wedding cockathon,” I tease. “But I’m glad you were here, watching us say I do. You were right, Mum. I found someone, or someones, to love me, to make me happy, and they do. They make me so happy…” My words trail off as I think of the reason I came here, the reason I’ve been so quiet.
“I missed my period,” I admit. “I didn’t even realise it until yesterday morning when I was thinking about it,” I murmur, placing my hand on my belly. “I don’t know if I am or even can after…after everything my body went through. I still have scars, after all, but if I am…can I? Can I bring a baby into this world, Mum? It’s so filled with anger and death. Every day’s a fight for survival. And what if I’m no good at it? What if I’m a terrible mother? They would make amazing daddies, and although I wouldn’t know whose they were biologically, it wouldn’t matter. Mum, what do I do?”
I lift my head, taking a deep breath of the warm, salty sea air. “How do you know if you are ready? I guess you never do. All I know is that I would love this baby more than an
yone ever could. I would die to protect it, like you did for me. I would do anything to ensure they were happy and safe. Is that enough? I did say I wanted adventure, but damn, I’m scared, Mummy. I wish you were here to walk me through this…and how do I tell them? I don’t even know if it’s real yet…” I swallow, looking at Beast Jr.
“But as soon as I considered it, I knew I wanted it to be true. I want to see a baby Archel running around with a fake blade, a stern, funny baby Evvie, a strong, wild Jago, and a crazy, huge baby Clay…maybe not the last. That baby would be so big, it would rip me apart, and I’m not down for that,” I joke with a laugh as I reach out and rub Beast’s head before covering my belly again, feeling for anything, any change, to tell me what I so desperately want to know and not know.
The truth.
“I’ll protect them so they will never have to go through what I did, like so many others have. It only makes what Worth and I are doing up here all that more important for this baby and all the babies to come. I always thought the world ended, but what if this is just the beginning, Mum? What if to start anew, to be reborn, this world first needed to fall apart? There is such elegance in it now, such simplicity.” I shake off my strange thoughts. “I’m rambling, not a surprise… When I thought that I could be pregnant, I was happy, Mum. Not scared, not worried or shocked…happy. Like it was right, meant to be.”
Beast Jr. whines and lays his head on my lap, his face turned to my belly, and that’s answer enough for me. “If you’re in there, if…if I’m going to be a mum, I want you to know how very loved you are. You aren’t even born yet, and you will have a whole army of people fawning over you, protecting you, loving you. I’ll tell you stories of your grandmother, of the incredible woman who raised me. She would have loved you more than anything in this world.” I sniffle back tears as I look to the sea with a smile. “I guess that’s answer enough, isn’t it, Mum? Whatever is to happen, to come, I’m ready for it, and I’ll try to be a good mum, as good as you. I’ll learn. I’ll probably make mistakes, but who doesn’t?”
Closing my eyes, I stroke my belly. “I’ll wait to tell them until I know for sure. Until then, I may as well make the most of it. It’s not like I can get more pregnant…although that thing we did last night definitely could have knocked me up, if you know what I mean.”
Beast Jr. barks, and I laugh.
“Yeah, too much info, baby, sorry.”
“Pascha, we are ready, you coming?” comes a yell, and I look over my shoulder to see my men peering at me through the door.
“Coming!” I call, and then I sigh, turning back to the sea. “I can do this, I can do anything,” I whisper before looking down at my stomach and smiling. “If you are in there, if you are real, I’m ready.” I inhale. “I’m ready for you, for this, and when it’s time, I’ll be a good mum. I promise I’ll love you so deeply, you will never want for anything. I’ll protect you, hold you when you cry, and kiss your scrapes better. I’ll be everything she was. I’ll be a good mother,” I vow, and the wind blows again, letting me know I’m right, and a mixture of fear and excitement fills me.
“I guess I’m ready to jump in, as always… Thank you. I know you are listening” —I stroke my stomach— “watching all of us. Goodbye, Mum. I’ll see you soon.”
I stand and pat my leg. “Come on, Beast Jr., let’s go see your daddies, but don’t tell them yet.” I grin, and we wander back to the house. I see my men carrying the bags and food to the bikes, and I meet Abel at the door where he is watching. He turns to see me with a smile.
“Thank you for letting me be a part of your life,” he murmurs.
“Thank you for wanting to be.” I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Look after the place and her for me, won’t you?”
“Always,” he promises. I step out of the door, grab my jacket with The Damned symbol on the back, and put it on before pulling down my goggles. “You’ll be back, right?”
“Couldn’t stop me if you tried. Plus next time, there might be one more of us.” I wink. “See you soon, Abel.” I follow after my men, heading towards my bike, my husbands, and my new life.
“Ready, Princess?” Archel calls, leaning against his bike.
“More than I have ever been,” I reply as I swing my leg over the bike and rev the engine. Beast Jr. hops up onto his homemade seat on Jago’s ride. “Keep up if you can.”
“Better ride fast then, Brawler, ’cause when I catch you, you’re mine,” he teases with a smirk.
“I don’t know, I think I’m faster than you all, you’re all too muscley,” Evan teases as he winks at me, striding to his own bike. “Let’s go home.”
“Home,” I agree.
As they pull down their shades and helmets, I look down at my stomach once again and smile softly. At what is to come, at the possibilities.
At the adventure that awaits.
The last few months have been crazy in the best possible way. I was right—I am pregnant. I waited a few days before I talked to Worth and asked for her advice. Together with Clarissa, they managed to convince me to talk to my men.
I expected some fear, but instead they were just…excited. Evan did a test, and we found out the truth that night, and ever since, everything has changed. We are married and in love, and now we have a baby on the way.
Worth has already started building us a bigger place to sleep, and Dray is building us a crib with Archel. Everyone in The Ring is excited, and when the baby is born, there will be a huge celebration, with the godmothers, Worth and Clarissa, leading the pack—not to mention the godfather, Abel, who has started to venture out. I showed him The Wastes, The Ring, and my life. He’s become a huge part of my world, and he’s been so much help, as have the other women here. They help me with morning sickness, the pains and aches, and talk me through what’s to come so I’m not scared.
We are visiting Abel this time though, because I want to speak to my mother. Beast Jr. follows as I waddle my huge, pregnant ass up to the bench, dropping with a sigh. “Fuck, my boobs are sweating, my ass too,” I mutter, and then laugh as Beast Jr., who’s huge now, plops onto the grass and starts rolling around on his back.
“Hi, Mum,” I start with a smile. “It’s me, but you know that. Sorry it’s been a while, it’s been, well…insane. I was right—I’m pregnant, as you can see since I’m the size of a house. Though Jago says he likes the boob part of the pregnancy, and Archel appreciates my ass. I swear they can’t keep their hands off me, not that I’m complaining.”
With my hand over my stomach, I tell her, “Evan thinks it’s a girl. He’s so excited, he almost fainted when he heard her heartbeat, the others too. Jago is already planning on killing anyone who comes close to her. Clay was talking about making her a mini bike, and Archel was thinking about some mini swords. I swear, Mum, she is going to have her hands full with them. I chose her name. They don’t know yet, but it feels right. Hope. I want to call her Hope, because that’s what she is. She’s my hope for a future, for a better life. She’s the hope of this world, so meet Hope, Mum, your grandchild.” I lean down, and to my belly, I whisper, “Hope, meet your grandmother. I’ll tell you as much as I can about her, and when you’re ready, you can come here and talk to her.”
I lose my vision for a moment, letting the sun wash away the nausea from being on the bike. Soon I’ll be too big to ride, but I won’t stop doing my job until I’m actually giving birth. Sure, I’ve stepped back from some duties, and I let the men do most of the fighting now, but I get in fistfights now and again and help with diplomacy and hunting. My teams have taken on a lot of the burden while we stay at The Ring to allow me to nap and pee.
“Pip, you okay?” Evan calls, and I can’t help but grin wider.
“I got all of two minutes alone,” I tease as I open my eyes to see him crouched before me. His hand automatically covers my stomach, and he wears a smile on his face that he reserves for his daughter, one I’ve never seen before. “Did you rock-paper-scissors?”
“Yep, and
I won.” Evan chuckles as he leans in and kisses my huge belly just as Hope kicks.
“She likes you. She’s going to have you wrapped around her finger,” I murmur as I reach down and run my hands through his hair.
“Just like her mum then,” he replies and lays his head on my lap. I hear footsteps, and soon enough, my men are there. Jago picks me up and places me on his lap, as if the bench is not good enough for me to sit on. Clay grabs my legs and starts massaging my feet, while Archel rubs my legs as he sits next to Jago.
“I could get used to this,” I tell them. “Not being huge and needing to pee all the time, but this? Yeah.”
“Uh-oh, one baby at a time,” Evan teases.
“Oh God, there will be more?” Archel groans. “I’m going to have to kill so many boys.”
“I’ll help,” Clay offers with a smile.
I look up to see Jago grinning widely, an expression that’s new as well. “Our family is perfect,” he whispers as he gazes down at me. “You are perfect, Brawler. Thank you for loving me, for giving us a reason to fight, to love, and now more than ever.” He looks at my belly. “I’ll love our little bean so much, just as much as I love her mother.”
“I love you all.” I sniff, crying again. Archel groans.
“Oh God, not the tears again. I prefer horny, pregnant Princess.”
That makes me giggle, and then I wince. “Shit, Shadow, now you made me pee.” I groan and peer at Jago guiltily. “Only a little.”
He just shrugs. “I better get used to it.” He holds me closer, and I relax into his hold. All of us watch the sunset, while Beast Jr. lies before us in the grass.
“We all will, together,” I murmur.
They call us The Damned, but in reality, we are the total opposite. We are so blessed. I’ve been many things in this life—Paradise, Forgotten, Lost…Damned. Now, I’m a mother. I can be all that and more. Life is a complex thing, and people grow. They learn and change, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of my life holds.