Van leaned over and kissed me. I eagerly lifted my head to meet his lips. He kissed me in a way that was both tender and a little exploratory, stroking my tongue with his own like he needed to truly taste me.
No sooner had I sunk into the sensation of his kiss than Dante had taken his place, and he kissed like he was fucking, his tongue going deep and hard and full of heat that swept through me, instantly warming me against the damp stone of the cave.
And finally, Alister, giving my lip a loving nip before he cupped my chin with a hand and his tongue tangled with mine. I was still hot from Dante’s magic, and the heat kept rising. The vines snaked more tightly around me, and I felt them creeping across my chest until they were wrapping around my nipples, pinching them tight and hard. My eyes shut and I gasped with urgency, every muscle in my body growing more taut with desire.
I arched my back and Alister welcomed the increased ferociousness of my kisses.
Dante cleared his throat. I guess Alister had gone over his allotted time. He pulled back so his face was no longer blocking my view and I could see again that Van was slowly weaving his fingers in patterns as the vines explored me, his eyes hooding.
My nipples felt so tight, the sensations pinging through my warm body. Dante curled his fingers and the heat inside me rose. I broke into a sweat, my core blazing. The magic he produced was nothing like any other heat, except the heat that burned inside me when I was near climax. And as I felt it, I seemed to grow closer to a climax without anyone putting even a single finger between my legs.
“Please,” I gasped.
Alister circled the table to stand between my legs, while Van and Dante were on the other sides of me. Alister jerked his fingers upward, and as he did, water jetted out of the hole in the center of the table, angling toward my clit. It struck against my sensitive nerves like a shower head set on just the right setting…plus just a little bit more. I cried out at the driving force against the sensitive spot, plus the little pinprick sensations that scattered around my folds. The water was cold and it battled against the blazing heat that burned inside me.
I struggled and screamed, writhing in the vines, as I came hard. I thought maybe it would all stop when I had an orgasm, but if anything the assault of my senses only grew fiercer. The heat didn’t abate at all, and now the water pressed against my entrance. It was like a living thing flowing in and out of my passage, controlled by Alister’s hand, and then one of the vines found its way to my nether hole, pressing just inside like a finger.
I screamed again, but I was loving every moment of it. Nothing had ever overtaken me like this. My bare skin gleamed in the firelight, shining with sweat. The water pumped in and out of me like a tide, stroking my g-spot and then receding, again and again. It was both soft and forceful like only water can be. The vine was gently swirling around, stretching me, making me ready for more.
In those moments when my eyes flickered open, I saw my three men weaving magic over me, relishing every drop of pleasure they could wring out of me. Another orgasm rippled through me, and I cried out from the agonizing yet delicious sensation as all the elements filled me.
And then I felt the water abate, the vines recoiled, the fire die. Van climbed onto the table with me and gathered me in his arms, sliding his hand up my thighs to open me up for him. My arms were a little shaky from struggling against my bonds, but I put my arms around his neck anyway.
“How was that?” he asked. “Too much?”
“Bliss,” I said.
“Now you are wedded to the elements of the island,” Alister said. “As we each command one element, you are now protected by all three, and the island is now connected to the Fixed Plane.”
“Is our bride ready for more?” Dante asked. He snapped his fingers and a stack of blankets and pillows appeared on the table.
“Oh, how long have you had that trick ready?” Alister sounded impressed.
“Since we came to the island,” Dante said. “Of course, I didn’t expect it to take ten damn years to use them.” He unfolded one of the blankets and shook out some dust before spreading it under me. Van lifted me up to lay on it and Dante put a pillow under my head. My body, already exhausted, felt nurtured—but at the same time, I hadn’t been touched by them yet, so I wanted a lot more. I expected I’d hardly be able to walk tomorrow, but lounging in bed all day didn’t sound bad either.
“I’m ready for you,” I said. “All of you.”
“We’re extremely ready for you,” Dante said, stroking his painfully hard cock. “You’re not the only one feeling it when we control the elements in that particular way…”
“Plus the sight of you is enough to drive a man crazy,” Van said. “Especially one who’s been here this long…”
He gave me a longing look, as if he could hardly believe I was really here, and then he pushed the full length of his cock into me, inch by inch. I dug my fingernails against his scalp, finding his horns and gripping them in my hands. He murmured approval at this. I groaned at the size of his true form, but I wanted to feel every bit of him inside me. It occurred to me that I was really getting six cocks for the price of three—it was amazing having sex with Alister and Dante in their human forms, when they were a little smaller all around, but just as amazing to be filled so completely.
Van propped himself up on his elbows above me so he could stroke in and out of me. He fucked me more languidly at first, as if he was making sure I could take it. I kept massaging his scalp and making little sounds of pleasure to urge him on.
“Edie…damn…I’m coming already…yes, yes…”
He came so fast that I was a little disappointed, but I guess they were all pretty close.
I shouldn’t have been disappointed. The minute Van drew back, Alister was taking his place, his cock easily sliding into my dripping pussy at first, but he was still a little tight when he thrust into me to the hilt. He entwined his fingers with mine and pinned my hands down.
“When you’re mine, dearest, you’re all mine,” he said.
The feel of Alister taking Van’s place, Van’s seed on us both, turned me on more than I imagined. Alister took me harder than Van, but there was a steady glide to it.
He also came fast, although not as fast as Van, who I suppose had been waiting the longest. He panted hard in my ear. “You’re so exquisite,” he said. I smiled but I hardly had time to process the words, I could do little more than lose myself in the feel of his body against mine. I was slowly building to another climax, but it took longer now after the first two. When the next one came, it was going to destroy me.
I bit my lip, brushing Alister’s hand as he drew away. The look he gave me in return was genuinely pleased and slightly arrogant.
Dante, of course, was last. He gave me the sexiest smile, stroking my bud for a moment until I moaned and begged for him to fill me. Then he sunk into me where his bond-brothers had already left me aching and full of their essence.
“How are you enjoying three husbands so far?” Dante asked.
“Maybe too much,” I said rather dreamily. “I’m afraid you’ll have to pamper me tomorrow.”
“Only fair,” Van said. Van and Alister were still waiting just to the side.
“We’re almost done consummating the bridal rites,” Dante said. “And I’m in a sharing mood. I think you can handle all three of us at once, Bright Eyes. I’d like to see that.”
“I—I’d like to try.”
Dante lifted me up off the table just high enough to pass me to Van, who was already waiting to embrace me. I felt two fingers, slicked with lube, push into my neither hole, making me even more ready. I had tried anal sex with my other boyfriends but it had never been like this. Before I always felt sort of pressured into it but now I felt more physically and emotionally prepared for sex in general. Frankly, my other boyfriends were less dominating but more controlling. I had never realized there was such a difference.
The head of Van’s slick cock pushed into me from behind. I groa
ned with the pleasure of Van’s cock slowly filling me from the back while Dante fit so snugly inside my pussy. I had never realized how much I could accommodate and my own body kind of amazed me.
Van put his hands on my hips and wiggled them a little. Even that small motion sent sparks of intensity through me. “That feels amazing,” he said. Then he reached for my nipples as Dante gave me a brief but rough kiss and then glanced at Alister.
“I’m ready for you, Alister,” I said. “And hurry up. I’m on the brink again and I’m afraid this one might knock me out…”
“I’ve barely had time to recover from the last one,” he said, but clearly it was not much of a protest. He moved into position for me to lick and suck him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed tight as I swirled my tongue around the head.
As soon as I did this, Dante and Van started pumping in and out of me, falling easily into a rhythm, and I sucked and licked Alister’s cock with urgency, reflecting the feelings jolting through me. I could feel their hands all over me, leaving hardly an inch of me untouched, everything kissed and nipped and stroked.
The feel and the taste of them, the sounds of their own pleasure rising again— I was overwhelmed with how much love I felt from them, for each other as much as for me. They were each so different and so perfect to me. Van was like a tree, solidly rooted to this place, sharing with me all sorts of earthy pleasures, not just in the bedroom but also on the land. Alister was like water, calm and thoughtful but full of mystery under the surface and capable of storms. Dante was the one I knew I’d still be sparring with on a daily basis; he was stubborn but also quick to stand up for me.
It didn’t take long at all before I was soaring into the heights, practically sobbing around Alister. I had no idea I could feel like this, so raw, like a fruit split open, spilling out my insides in the form of tears and the nectar of my desire.
They all seemed to come like dominos falling, one after another, panting and growling in my ears.
I lay there, completely spent and satisfied. Van wrapped the blanket around me. “I won’t blame you if you go right to sleep now,” he said. “Everything will be safe and sound tonight. No more beasts eating the island, and no Ethereal witches will bother you again—you’re lost to them now. You’re ours. And you’ve done very well.”
“Is every night going to be like this?”
“Not every night. This isn’t our only job.”
Alister said, “Unless the lady wishes it. Because, we are devoted to you now, my dearest. And if you ever feel yourself yearning for the distractions of the mainland, we will certainly find a way to bring your mind back to the place where it belongs.”
“Sounds good,” I said, before I conked out in Van’s arms.
When I woke up, it was sunrise the next day.
And boy, I was aching. It was a good ache, but I still thought I might save their demon forms for special occasions. As I blinked awake, I saw that there was a tray on my nightstand with some fruit salad and orange juice and a bell with a note: Ring for a hot breakfast. —Dante
I smiled, sitting up to drink. They had fully dressed me in pajamas, which was kind of hilarious—I never actually wore pajamas to bed. I slept in a t-shirt and underwear and put on the pajamas to keep warm outside of the bed when I was not required to dress for the world.
Hmm. I guess that means I could technically just wear pajamas forever now. No more day job…!
I rang the bell. A second later, Dante opened the door. “Any requests?”
“Can you do French toast?”
He snorted. “Can I do French toast? Give me a challenge, woman.”
“Can you do crepes? With chocolate drizzle and powdered sugar? Because I freely admit that I can’t.”
“That’s a little better.” He was carrying an armful of books, which he put on the bed next to me. “These are for you.”
“What are they?”
“Books.”
“I can see that they’re books.” None of the books had titles on the spines or covers.
“Alister wanted you to have them. They’re—the forbidden books. I mean, they’re forbidden to us. They’re kept in the cabinet but they’re only for brides of the island. Now that you’re here, they’re yours to read, so it’s your choice, but—I’d rather you not read this one.” He tapped a little red one.
“Why?”
“My mother wrote that one before she—“
“She died?”
“She left the island,” he said in a tight voice.
“Dante…” I put a hand on his arm. “I understand if you don’t want to tell me the story, but…whatever happened, I’d understand. It wouldn’t give me any ideas.”
“The last caretakers in the photos, those were my dads.”
“I thought the redhead looked a little like you.”
“This is my island. My dads were pretty old when they found a willing bride. Well, sort of willing. After I was born, my mother apparently said she was done, and she left. I grew up hating the island, not wanting to take care of it. I insisted on going back to Sinistral and living alone. In Sinistral, children live alone sometimes, so it’s not as strange as it sounds to you, but it was still—“ He frowned like he felt he was offering too much detail. “It was only after years of friendship with Van and Alister, and how much we all enjoyed the summers here, that I changed my mind.”
“I can’t imagine living alone as a kid,” I said. “What about your dads?”
“They were tough old demons. Tough on me. And I was a troublemaker.” He shrugged.
“You? A troublemaker? Surely not.” I smiled.
“I still don’t trust that you’ll stay,” he said, not even noticing my smile.
My smile collapsed. “Really? Oh, Dante…I do understand, after all that. But—I certainly can’t imagine leaving now. I’m not your mom, and I surely don’t think you’re your dads.”
“I know, Edie. I have such strong feelings for you, it scares me. It’ll just take time to trust that.”
“Hopefully it only gets better with time. Now, go make my crepes.”
“So demanding.” He nibbled on my earlobe and when I made a happy little sound, his hand slipped up my loose pajama top.
I slapped him away. “I’m already recovering!”
I waited for him to leave before I reached for the books. I hadn’t actually promised not to read his mother’s book, and curiosity was killing me. I cracked the cover. It looked like diary entries.
September 5th, 1988
OH MY GOD. I am not even going to talk about what happened last night. Richard and Clark bonded me to the island. It was sooo crazy but good. They said I should keep a diary of my experiences, that it’s an island tradition for brides, but I don’t know what to say. They’re so handsome. Holy cow. I’m so sore.
Well, that was a little too familiar (except that I privately noted that my demons had much better named than Richard and Clark). I flipped to the last entry instead. Not very many pages had been filled in the first place.
April 12th, 1990
Dear Diary,
This is so hard to write, but I know I should record my reasons for future brides. As soon as the boats can travel back to the mainland, I’m leaving. When I first came here, I thought I could escape my problems by moving to this island and being so important to two men. It all happened so fast. It all seemed so wonderful. But I’ve realized that this was impossible. In fact, coming here has made it all worse. I’ve had so much time for quiet contemplation to think about all the mistakes I’ve made and the things I never said to my own father, and how much I simply dropped and fled. My ghosts still haunt me, and these men are all devotion, but they don’t understand my restlessness. They want more babies. I want freedom. I don’t see how we can ever reconcile that. I know they will care for Dante more than I ever would.
My stomach twisted, reading that. It had happened fast. I had been conscious all along of trying not to make my decision based on running
away, but nevertheless… Would I feel that way someday?
I looked over the rest of the books. The others all looked older, of course. One bound in red leather embossed with designs of trees seemed to have almost a sort of shimmer to the cover. The golden latches also had little designs etched into them, but over time they had started to rub away. I could hardly tell what they were anymore. The latches held the book shut but fell open easily.
Marchcliff Manor, 1888
My name is Winifred McAllister, and I am the lady of Marchcliff Manor. Thus I have been for ten years now. My husbands will never read this, and so I feel free to declare to all future brides who may first crack open these pages: I know how you feel today. Nervous, overwhelmed…perhaps worried of the deep down shame of your arrangement, especially now when I imagine you have been thoroughly ravaged. Excited, too, I know, or else you would not have agreed. You may have already come to the understanding that you are, deep down, a little bit wicked, and ready to embark on something quite unconventional.
You are in for more than you ever imagined, you dear naive little wife. Shed all notions you have of wives as “Dear Little Mother” or “Light of the Home”.
Your husbands absolutely worship you and you must feel free to use this to your fullest advantage. Your children will be wild little barefoot pixies who set fires and make trees grow in the parlor and I tell you now, don’t even bother to raise them otherwise.
And you? You are about to learn all the spells you will need to keep your family happy, healthy—and quite in line, not to mention how to show up those irritating ‘blood’ witches. When I was preparing for a respectable marriage I perused a number of supposedly useful household manuals, Beeton’s, House and Home, &c. &c.
There are no manuals for demon brides and witches, so I take it upon myself to write one. But we will not concern ourselves with pleasant manners and how to make bread. I will tell you everything you need of sensual pleasures and magical powers.
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