The Everly Davis chronicles

by Amelia K Oliver

  "Fuck yes. We are only just getting into that. But so far... so fucking good. But big guy, I've got to tell you, I ain't so sure about that third leg of yours," Garrot says, laughing. “It's a little intimidating," he continues.

  Yeah, no shit.

  "I understand. We can take it slow, should Everly so desire it." He looks from Garrot to Everly. "I can help with all of that," he says, referencing the male on male action that's building between Garrot and Leyland. “But of course, it will take time for us all to adjust.”

  It's been a long time coming with those two. Although they are both straight, and as far as I know neither have been with men before, they are close enough to take that step and it be natural. I myself have not been inclined to walk that path. Yet.

  "Um ... ok ... so sexy times aside, tell us more about you," Everly asks Victor.

  "I am two hundred years old. I have swung every which way during that time. However, I’ve rarely left the sea. When I have, it's only been to visit my father who lives on land," Victor begins, and we all sit on the edge of our seats. I can't imagine life underwater.

  "Wow, that's old," Everly says, and we all burst into laughter. "Sorry, big guy. You don't look it, so that's good. Right?" she continues when we've all caught our breaths.

  "Thank you. I think. Anyways," he looks like he's telling off a child, and it irks me a little. "My kind get passed from owner to owner, until they've found their fated female. That female then bloods them, and their true form is chosen." We all stare at him. I turn to Everly and see she's looking at him with a mixture of pity and a little desire.

  "Tell Everly what you told me," I say.

  Victor

  I would be more than happy to sit here and talk about myself all day, but it's past their time to eat. In Atlantis, we eat whenever we choose, picking all day. Here on land they have set times. I'm still getting used to human ways, despite being surrounded by otherkin, this group have all adopted human ways.

  When I finish telling everyone about my origins and my way of life in Atlantis, Ever tells me, "I have instructed William that change will come to your world and that of all Atlanteans if I have anything to do with it.”

  I reply "Ah, my Queen, you must claim your throne first. The people need a visible Queen, not a land liver." I watch as her face contorts into one of horror.

  The one she favours, Leyland, places his hand on her arm and says, "We will work it all out, sweetheart. Let's focus on one thing at a time? Defeating Poseidon."

  We each nod our agreement. If my Queen intends to live on land, she will have to name a successor.

  "Let's go out," Garrot suggests.

  "Yeah, I could do with getting out of the house for a while," Everly says.

  "I would much prefer spending some time alone with Everly," I state.

  Her head turns to me, a frown upon her beautiful face when she says, "I want everyone with me." I already feel like she isn't going to submit to me.

  "Ok," I say, and then the room empties faster than a full bladder. I stamp up the stairs after Everly, following her to her room and closing the door behind us.

  "What's up, beast?" she asks. I find myself liking the name she's given me.

  "I wanted some time with you. So here I am," I say, sitting on her bed. I sprawl out on top of the covers. It's so comfy, I sink into it. It smells like her and her three lovers.

  "Huh, ok. Well, I'm going to get changed," she says as she busies herself opening drawers and pulling out clothes. I stand and walk to the garment coffin. Looking at the things inside, I realise this woman needs more. Pants, t-shirts, and tops line the rails.

  "Where are your dresses?" I ask, turning to where she's sat on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes. Looking down at my own covering I decide I feel confined by the material, so I slip it off.

  "I don't own ma..." she stops mid sentence as she takes in my nakedness. While in William's service I rarely wore clothing. He preferred his slaves naked. It may seem strange to some: my being a slave has not left any marks on my soul. For I have been unfeeling for a very long time. She casts her eyes down, to where my cock lays against my leg. Swallowing audibly, she carries on, "Many dresses."

  "Does my skin make you uncomfortable, Everly?" I ask as she brings her eyes back to mine.

  "Um—no. It's just ... I don't know. I've never seen a cock like that," she utters.

  "Care to take a better look?" I ask her. I try my best to hold back the instinct to just take what I want while I can, which was ingrained in me by years of slavery.

  "Um, sure?" she replies uncertainty. I stride over and stand before her. My hands are clenched at my sides to prevent me from grabbing a fistfull of her hair. Slowly she reaches out a hand. Before she touches me however, my penis grows hard, shooting up in front of her face. She lets out a shriek and falls back onto the bed, giggling.

  "Oh my god, I thought you were going to cock slap me with it!" She throws out while laughing hysterically. I can't help but let a little chuckle slip between my lips. Sitting back up, she takes in my long length. The underside piercings glint in the light as she reaches out a finger to one of them in the middle. "Did they hurt?"

  "No. Well yes, but I liked it," I tell her. Her eyes rise to mine, a question in them. "Touch," I tell her.

  Her small finger glides down in the space between the silver balls on my cock and I lean my head back, savoring the soft touch of a woman after so long. "Unh, Everly," I grind out. I don't even know where it comes from, so unlike me: I reach my hand out and cup her face in a show of rare affection.

  "I bet these feel pretty good inside me," she says quietly. Almost like she says it to herself.

  "Take hold of the tip, Everly," I request. "Pull it towards the floor. There is more to see.” Doing as I ask, she wraps her small hand around the end of my dick and gently pulls it down.

  "Oh!" she gasps.

  "Those my Q—Everly, are made to pleasure the spot inside your cunt," I say and see her grimace. "What's wrong? You don't like them?" I ask. Suddenly unsure of myself.

  "No no it's not that. I just hate that word," she replies. Ah.

  "Preference?" I ask. She shifts back onto the bed. And unbidden, my body follows.

  Looking at me from under her lashes, she replies, "I dunno. Pussy?" The dirty word on her lips makes my dick twitch. She sees it, and her head jerks towards my penis. “Fanny, vajayjay, slit, but not cunt or clunge or even minge. Can't stand those,” she giggles, rambling nervously.

  She doesn't even blink as I pull the muscles inside me and make my dick dance. She bursts into laughter, which stops abruptly when I take hold of one of her hands, and place it around my length.

  "Touch it. It doesn't bite, but I do," I say, watching her face for her reaction. I'm rewarded by her gasp and the slightly glassy look in her eyes.

  Chapter Thirteen

  EVERLY

  My hand is wrapped around Victor's cock, and I know he is watching my every expression. I try to school my face, but when I feel the blood pulsing in his dick to match my own heartbeat, I can't help but lean forward and plant a soft kiss to the tip. His gasp has me flooding my knickers.

  "Everly, so soft. Unh. Take it into your mouth," he says to me in a husky voice. The dominant timbre is clear. He looks to me and I balk. I'm not one for taking orders. He's already said he's into that, dominating. But I'm not submissive. I find dominating Karl a turn on, but do I want to be submissive? Fuck no.

  I let go and pull away. He sighs at the loss of contact and says, "Everly, I'm sorry. I know—I know you're not a sub. We can work through this. I just—it will take some time."

  "I don't think it will. You like it; I won't force you to change who you are, Vic," I tell him. No, if that is what he wants sexually, then who am I to demand he change?

  "No!" he barks out suddenly, and I jump so hard I tumble backwards off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump.

  Within seconds Karl is through the door, Le and Gar not far behind.
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br />   "The fuck is going on?" Karl shouts.

  I throw an arm in the air, just my hand visible from where they are standing.

  "I'm fine. I fell." Fucking jump reflexes.

  "He didn't hurt you?" Karl asks, sounding more than a little angry.

  "Nope. I hurt myself. It's fine, I swear," I say as I pull my stupid arse off the floor. Garrot laughs and shakes his head, before leaving the room.

  They've each chosen a bedroom. Not that there's much in them. Just their bags, suitcases, and boxes, but no beds. We have not done much sleeping lately, but when we have, they've all slept in my bed. I've got plans tonight, though. Leyland helps me to my feet and plants a kiss to my forehead.

  "Sweetheart, I’m glad you're ok," he says. I look down at him and notice he's just in his boxers. Oh, fuck me. Vic notices too

  "Care to stay, Leyland? Karl?" He offers. I look at Karl and he is completely naked. Oh triple fuck me.

  "I left the iron on." Leyland gasps. Don't burn down our house, Le! "Everly, you're ok?"

  "Yes, thank you," I murmur. Leyland leaves and I look to Karl, fully expecting him to leave, too. Instead he stands there in front of me, a hair's breadth away. "S'up Karl?" I ask, a silly smile on my face. He's making me a little nervous just staring into my eyes.

  His hand comes up and I see it at the corner of my eye. I'm immediately thrown back to just over a year ago to when Peter would slap me for being clumsy. My first instinct is to panic. My second? Is to lash out and throw my fist into Karl's throat. Which is exactly what I do.

  "Shit, I'm so sorry!" I scream as he grabs his throat and gasps for breath. Oh my God, I'm a total bitch. My hand goes to his back, the other presses his face to my chest.

  "It's—ahem, it's ok," he sputters out as he clears his throat. "I get it," he wheezes as he turns to leave. Shit. Shit. Shit. I throw myself into the bed and scream into a pillow. This shit with Peter has got me acting no better than he did. I just throat-punched Karl for no fucking reason. Vic places his hand on my calf as he sits on the bed with me.

  "Don't touch me, please," I beg as I get up and chase after Karl. I've got to make this right. I need to let go of what that bastard did to me, before it ruins what Karl and I are building. I run through the house and down the stairs, almost falling down them in my rush. I see Garrot and Leyland in the front room as I pass, Gar motions towards the back of the house with a jerk of his head. Right. Back garden. I throw him a small smile and dash to the back door.

  Karl is sitting on the deck in the garden as I step out into the early evening chill. I sit next to him and wrap my arm around his shoulders. He doesn't stiffen or move away and I let out a sigh of relief.

  "I'm so sorry Karl. I don't—I don't know what's gotten into me," I say in earnest. I honestly don't understand why I have such a fight or flight instinct with Karl, but it's way past time I end this.

  "It's ok, babe. Really it is. Everly..." he says, turning to look me in the eyes. "I still share your dreams, babe. I—I want to fucking tear that guy limb from limb!" he says passionately.

  Ah shit. My dreams! These last few nights all my dreams have been memories of my relationship with Peter. If Karl is sharing them with me—ah crap, he has seen some of the worst times in my life.

  "Walk with me?" he asks with uncertainty. Like he thinks I'd say no or tell him to leave.

  "Yes, I'd like that." We walk to the glade. The moon is already shining brightly from the dark sky, lighting our way as we walk hand in hand. When we reach the water, we sit on its edge and stare out at it. Neither of us have any shoes on, but Karl has slipped on a black t-shirt and black joggers. I have no pants on, my pink knickers and a white tank top.

  "Karl I—" I begin, but I'm interrupted by his lips crashing to mine. We wrap our arms around each other and kiss like tomorrow won't be coming. Eventually he pulls away and we both drag in lungfuls of air.

  "Everly, let me... let me end this guy. I'll make it look like an accident," he begs. Shit. I'm tempted, I really am.

  "Nah, that's too quick. He deserves worse. But Karl, I'd really just like to forget he even breathes.” I snuggle in his arm. It's pretty cool tonight, so I slide closer to steal his heat.

  "Ok, babe. But when you are ready... that guy is toast," he says, and we just sit there and watch the moon’s reflection in the water his quiet calmness soaking into my soul.

  "Everly!" A familiar voice yells from the direction of the house. Fuck we must have sat here longer than I thought, the guys are looking for us. Karl stands in front of me and bends slightly.

  "Hop on princess," he says, and I giggle like a schoolgirl as I jump on his back. "Ready?"

  "Yes! Go fast, Karl," I plead. He shoots through the trees and into the field so fast my eyes water.

  Garrot

  Karl and Everly come barreling through the trees at the edge of the field, motherfuckers scared the shit out of us. As soon as she jumps off him I grab her hand, pulling her to me.

  "We were worried. What the fuck?" I whisper in her ear as I grab her arse cheeks and squeeze. Actually caring about someone is taking some getting used to.

  "I needed a bit of time. Karl came with me," she answers. A laugh in her voice. That giggle of hers does things to me.

  "Don't do that again, you hear?" I say, a chuckle in my own voice as I plant a smack to her round arse. She squeals and jumps a little, turning me on even more.

  With a mock salute, she haughtily says, "Sir, yes Sir." I’m tempted to bend her over my knee and slap her ass until it's bright red.

  "Let's go for this meal, eh," I tell everyone. My stomach is eating me from the inside. I need steak and fast.

  WE TAKE A BOOTH AT the back of an American restaurant. It's packed full of people, but the section we are seated in is secluded, and much quieter. Everly slips in and sits in the middle, me and K on her right, Le and Vic on the opposite side. Picking through the menus, I notice the far away look in Ever's eyes.

  "Babes, let it all go. We are just five sexy motherfuckers stuffing our tummies tonight. Nothing more, okay?" I tell her. She sighs and nods her head. Her body visibly relaxes. I slip my hand under the table and rest it on her upper thigh, squeezing. She wiggles in her seat and starts looking around. "No one can see us babe, and even if they could, it's got fucking nothing at all to do with any of them," I remind her. Karl and Leyland are watching us over their menus, desire clear in their eyes. My hard-on presses against my black slacks. She bites her lip and it's everything I can do to not bend her over the table here and now, lift up her dress and fuck her senseless.

  "Steaks all round?" I ask them. They answer with nods and "yes’s.” I signal the waitress and she comes over looking like she's at the end of a twelve hour shift.

  "Ready to order?" She grumbles.

  "Yes. Five of your best twenty-ounce sirloin steaks, all the trimmings, medium rare. Chips and peas with them all. Thanks," I say. She nods, takes our menus and walks away. Le gets up to go to the bar for drinks, since the busy woman forgot to ask.

  "So, you’re two hundred years old, huh, Vic?" Karl asks the giant next to him.

  "Yes. You are one hundred and three? The rest one hundred?" He replies while unbuttoning the white shirt Karl leant him. It doesn't even remotely fit.

  "Sure are, giant. Everly is just twenty-three. Baby of the family," I reply. Family, yes.

  "That's a very long time to live. What's it like under the sea? Wet, I bet?" Ever says with a grin on her face.

  "No, that's a common misconception. The city lies within a protective dome. Under it, we are completely dry." He tells her softly. This is interesting. Maybe if Everly does decide to take the throne, we could stay with her?

  Interrupting my thoughts, Le comes back with the drinks. Us four guys are on cokes and he has got Everly a cocktail. Her eyebrows raise to her hairline when he passes her the drink.

  "Trying to get me drunk, Leyland?" she jokingly asks him.

  "Absolutely, sweetheart," he responds, his face serious, b
ut his eyes hold a glint of mischief.

  Chapter Fourteen

  LEYLAND

  My intention is to help Everly relax for once. The last few weeks have been crazy: she went from being a normal human to a Sea Goddess and she hasn't broken down. Her bravery and strength leave me in awe. She amazes me every single day.

  "So you were a slave in Atlantis?" Garrot asks Victor.

  "Yes. My kind are bred for slavery until they meet their true owner." His eyes flick to Everly's as he says the last part. He believes she is his true ... owner?

  "I don't own anyone, Vic. You all belong to yourselves." She reminds him, her face showing her disdain for the way of life in Atlantis.

  "You own my soul, Everly. With it, my body." Victor pledges.

  "What about your heart, Victor? Who owns that?" Karl says. A hint of anger laces his words.

  I wonder why he is angry?

  "Right now it belongs to no one. I may be destined to Everly, but ..." Victor tries but words seem to fail him.

  "We just met," Everly finishes for him.

  "Absolutely. And ... and I do not know what love is. Not having given or received it in a very long time," Victor confesses.

  I can identify with that, at least on the giving side of things. Luckily for me, Everly brought out my loving side. I reach over the table and take her hand in mine. If anyone can show Victor what real love is, it's Everly.

  "What about you, Leyland? Cupids I hear, have seals and oaths. So this ..." Victor gestures between the guys and Everly, "... must be very new to you. One hundred years is a long time without spilling your seed."

  A little shocked by his forthrightness, I answer.

  "I spent my life helping humans find love ..." I look directly into Ever's eyes, pouring my love into the look I give her. "I've never been happier in my whole life, now that I have it for myself."

  She squeezes my hand and her eyes glisten in the low light. When I look back to Victor, his eyes are darting between Everly and I, his brows drawn down. A look of confusion on his face.