Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  “And I’d like to apologize for my boss comment at the beginning of the night.”

  Alex blushed deeply, looking red from the fires of his crashed-and-burned ego. His silly, embarrassed face was enough to make me giggle. Softly, as I didn’t want to disturb his emotions again or inflame anything.

  “It’s okay,” I assured him.

  He didn’t look so confident.

  Now it was my turn to turn him around, like a nutcracker Prince to his feisty ballerina Princess.

  “Really. You didn’t know. Nobody would have known.”

  I smiled at him, resisting the urge to tweak his cute nose. Something he shared with his brother, and in addition to hair color and eye color.

  “I am dressed like a waitress, after all.”

  “Still,” he said, returning my smile, but putting some more sexy on it. “I shouldn’t have assumed. You know what they say.”

  “I do,” I said, and let him waltz me back to the group who was still looking lost without us. When I was surrounded by the other three, Alex let me go.

  “Good. Then you know why I won’t be doing that again.” The look in his eye was determined. “I will be back to see you, though. That, you can count on, minus the faux pas.”

  I blushed at this, happy and sad a few minutes later, when they all decided to clear out of The Lucky Spell Pot. All without me having to coax them.

  As they left, they gave me all their own thank you’s and gazes of appreciation, I’d wanted to tell them all to come again, to stop by again, but I didn’t want to sound desperate. Or full of dirty, sex-crazed entendres. Both of which I technically was at the moment, after a full night of basically waitressing to them and only them.

  As I sighed and prepared myself for a few more hours of work cleaning all around the pub, behind the bar, and at the table they had spent most of the evening at. Preparing everything for a fresh, new day tomorrow, I felt the weight of my loneliness and my failure.

  Should I have tried harder to keep them all at the bar even though I couldn’t choose a mate?

  It was excruciating, the extreme clarity of my desire for them. All of them. And then I remembered David’s question to me.

  This made me get real busy, real quick. With anything and everything I could think of to distract myself and do––besides all four of them.

  It’s better they left you alone, Gwendolyn. It’s better this way, I told myself. You can’t have a one-night stand with five different human men, after all. Right?

  Especially not when two of those men are brothers, right? Definitely not happening. Definitely a no-go, no matter the fact that you have not had time for even one boyfriend in your life and you desperately need a baby.

  Not to mention the fact that they’re humans, and they own one of the biggest human businesses driving out the paranormal businesses in Love’s Hollow. It would never, could never, work out.

  But it seemed that my mind and heart didn’t care for propriety. Neither did my pussy. All three organs were consumed with thoughts and fantasies of each guy separately and together, while I washed dishes, vacuumed, and bussed their table.

  Part of me didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be rid of the evidence that they had been here, that they had spent so much of their time with me, when they were all very obviously busy, successful men, but it had to be done. Someone else needed to be able to sit there tomorrow when I opened for lunch.

  Even so, I used my touching of their beer and fancy drink glasses to justify more fantasizing. To bring about more images of them each naked and gorgeous and in different sceneries. David I imagined being in bright green hills surrounded by an ocean.

  Alex, I imagined surfing the waves of that ocean.

  Travis, the dark-haired bad boy, I imagined doing push-ups on the beach then climbing the rocks, and shouting at me to watch him. To look at his muscles rippling as he climbed.

  Robert, I imagined sitting on the shore and looking at us, shaking his head and refusing to join in, until I coaxed him to come have his way with me.

  And Eric, the hippie, I imagined him selecting a rock to meditate on. To fill with his mindfulness and his wise, shrewd observations, before giving into his base desires and joining us so that he could fuck me like the wild, free spirit I knew he was.

  My mind wanted to envision what each of their cocks might look like. How deliciously big and sculpted they would all be, but I saved that for later.

  I told myself to be reasonable, and keep that to myself. For when I was up in my apartment over the pub, behind a closed door, not here, standing in the heart of the business my great great grandmother built.

  What would great great grandmother Agnes think of me dancing here in our family restaurant with five human men? Or sleeping with them?

  She’d probably be shocked and curse everyone of them.

  Thinking of Agnes Bishop reminded me of my other problem: the annual Harvest festival and the spell I needed to do but could not.

  Maybe I could do a spell to entice one of the guys to come back and sleep with me.

  But which one?

  And if I did get pregnant and save the town, would all the humans leave?

  Would my baby lose her father?

  There was too much to think about.

  I dropped the dish towel I was cleaning with and decided to go home for the night. Luckily, my apartment was just up the stairs on the second floor of this place. Soon, it would be time for some long-overdue “me” time.

  Chapter Ten

  Gwendolyn

  The moment that I was out of my work apron and headed up the stairs to the second floor where my apartment sat, I was already pulling up my fantasies again. Putting more color and sound to them, now that I didn’t have responsibilities to cloud it, get in the way, or beg me to be responsible.

  An Irish coastline, containing all my beautiful boys, came into play almost immediately. Even as I hurried my way upstairs, dug out the keys to my apartment and pushed myself inside, I was already imagining their naked bodies again. The varying degrees of muscle tone and mass between the four of them.

  And, unlike before, I actually allowed myself to envision their cocks. Their beautiful, perfectly-sized shafts, as they all sauntered up toward me. Up the beach, to where I imagined myself standing.

  Scrambling to close my door and get out of my clothes, I imagined Alex, the one with the long blonde hair, was first to get to me. I imagined he came straight from the ocean, carrying a finally-crafted, uniquely-painted surfboard out of the water with him.

  The water droplets cascaded down and off his skin like liquid crystal. Like something that could match his eyes if it wanted to. Water stuck to his cheeks. His blonde hair was dark with water, forming sexy ringlets.

  He was nude, every muscle rippling in his tall swimmer’s body. My eyes were quickly drawn to his erect, wet and warm cock. The one he nuzzled in between my knees as he kneeled before me, after he speared his surfboard in the ground.

  He whispered, “I made that myself, you know.”

  As he nuzzled his nose into my neck and began to gently rock himself in between my thighs, I knew he meant the surfboard.

  Not willing to lose my place in my fantasy, I made quick work of the distance between my front door and my bedroom, losing all my clothes along the way.

  As I did, I let my mind’s eye paint pictures of the other men coming around us, me and Alex, much like they had at the pub. Except this time, they were all nude, smiling and erect. Deliciously long, thick and hard, all of them.

  “It was my idea to come visit you at the bar,” whispered Alex, “so I shouldn’t have to share.”

  The little bit of younger-brother whine in his voice wasn’t a turnoff. Especially when David’s face and voice interceded on it.

  He’d come down from the plateau, his short blonde hair looking windswept, battered and calmed by sea and salt. Now David stood in front of me, nude and looking much like his twin brother, the other half of this hunk sandwich. O
r one fourth of it, depending on where my mind went.

  “She should belong to all of us,” David said in his strong, dark, don’t-make-me-fight-you-because-you’ll-lose voice.

  Saying this, he came right up to me, slid his dick between my waiting lips. He stood to the side of Alex, so he didn’t touch him, but pumped my mouth with his long hard shaft and felt the slick wetness of my throat.

  In real life, I wandered into my bedroom free of clothes, and began petting my pussy with cautious, eager fingers.

  Continuing my fantasy, I imagined Alex kissed the back of my neck, while David fucked my lips.

  “I should get first dibs on your beautiful pussy,” murmured Alex, moving a hand down to my lower lips, gently teasing the skin and folds. “I saw you first.”

  “Oh yeah?” That wasn’t David, but Travis, my Dark Romeo.

  He had appeared to one side of me. Immediately, he put one of his large hands on my breast. He pinched the nipple, then leaned in to suck it.

  “I should get first dibs, because I was the first one to actually say I wanted her. That I wanted to take her home and show her an even better time, while the rest of you idiots were clumsily dancing with her.”

  Here, his brown eyes gleamed with hot, heavy mischief. Mischief I wanted all over my body. Travis’ other hand traveled down to my folds and he alternated stroking me with Alex.

  In real life, I knew it was my fingers, my hands that touched myself, but my magical fantasy transformed my fingers into my possible lovers’. Rough fingers, the exact copy of Travis’ and Alex’s fingers. Except, instead of being intertwined in my own, or spidering down my back and hips, they were now searching my folds.

  Rubbing my quickly growing clit, and pressing against the tender, puckered flesh there.

  “Oooh,” Travis moaned at me as my clit slicked under his attention, “for not giving me any clear signals before, you’re not leaving me any doubt now how much you want me. How sexy you think I am, Gwendolyn.” I imagined he growled and whispered this.

  In my room, I moaned, touching myself more. Grabbing up the breast and nipple I had imagined Travis held, and fiddled with it.

  In my head, I imagined that Alex asked me to spread my legs more, and I did, allowing him more and better access to me. He touched me faster and harder. Travis also took advantage of my wider legs, and began to rub my inner thighs and legs with his hard, silky cock.

  I took a deep breath in, surprised and happy to see my fantasy now included Hippie Boy. Eric was the second to last one— and the last willing one— on scene, but he fit right into place.

  He filled the rest of the open space in the circle of hotness around me, and the open space in my heart. The one that yeaned for him to join in as well. He cupped my other breast, and began to lick it. Suck it. Away from his meditation rock, he looked like he was about to make me his nirvana. His spiritual and sexual awakening. Already, his cock was thick and dripping, long and wide, ready to take me to places in myself I didn’t even know existed.

  He batted Travis’ hand away, his hand taking its place between my legs. Eric’s hand cupped everything, my clit, my hole. Both of which he began to rub and penetrate with gentle earnestness.

  “Actually, Travis, that was me. I was the first one who wanted to get a drink of her, not you.”

  I imagined Eric spreading my legs a little wider, as he took a deeper taste of my nipple. Like my clit, it was quickly growing swollen.

  “So, don’t mind if I take my taste. My sip of ambrosia.”

  So saying, he stuck the fingers he had used to masturbate and partially penetrate me into his mouth and drank my wetness.

  “Mmmm,” he moaned, matching the moan and sigh echoing in my bedroom. “Tasty!”

  At that, Robert growled from where he had been sitting off in the distance. I knew that his brain didn’t want him to join in but his cock said otherwise.

  “Come here,” I told him, crooking my finger at him and showing him my pussy. “I’ve been waiting for you to join us.”

  It was as if I cast a spell on him. He couldn’t resist me, even though he wanted to, for whatever silly reason.

  He approached us while taking off his clothes, so that I could see his muscular, cut abs.

  He scooted around me on the sand and leaned me back toward his chest.

  “I’m going to taste her next. Her pussy, now that everyone else has gotten to play with it, is mine. I’m going to get down to business.”

  As he said this, I imagined myself being draped over him, so that my back was against his soft, gently-sculpted chest. Right away, I felt his cock test the opening of my folds.

  David wasn’t far behind. He slipped his hard shaft out of my mouth, leaned down and kissed me. Then he pressed his own chest against my happy nipples. I squealed on the outside of my fantasy, imagining his dick and Robert’s mouth fighting for a taste of my pussy.

  Then Alex tried to stick his big cock into me, saying, “I’m going to fuck her first.”

  “Not without me you’re not,” David said. “I’m the oldest. I should get her pussy first, little boy.”

  “Oh?” sighed Alex, mischievously, while he poked the tip of his penis into me. “I’m anything but little, brother. You know that.”

  Indeed, Alex’s cock head was wide. I hadn’t even tasted more than a few half inches of him, and already my lower lips were stretching and expanding to accommodate him. Gladly, of course, but quickly nonetheless.

  “Isn’t that right, Gwendolyn?” he asked.

  I gasped, feeling my own fingers penetrate me. Three of them, to match the size of Alex’s imagined cock head.

  I nodded, unable and unwilling to answer a question like that.

  He pushed a little deeper inside, filling me with his long hard shaft.

  I gasped again, and this time it was David who I imagined touching my clit. Thumbing it fiercely, as he watches his brother begin to rock in and out of me.

  Eric and Travis came to my sides as this happened, taking a nipple in each of their mouths and sucking for a second. Then they each took a globe of silky, overjoyed breast in their hand, massaging it with the speed and fierceness.

  As they did this, they were pumping their own dicks with their other hands. Robert joined in with them. All three of their dicks were long and chiseled, their heads and shafts strained for more than just their own touch. They wanted my pink folds, which were currently being stuffed by Alex.

  Seeing them on either side of me, Alex began to pump faster and harder in me. He nibbled and licked my ear, raggedly panting as he sought relief within my womb. Something that was beginning to tremble and shake with his stimulation and the texture and strength of his length.

  Just as I imagined Alex being close to orgasming, I also imagined his brother denying him the pleasure. Stealing me off of Alex’ thick, long member, and impaling me on his own.

  I was on his lap, and riding his thick, raging cock in a flash of smooth movement. His dark green eyes absorbed me like I was the most beautiful living thing he’d ever seen. I imagined him sighing every time he pumped me. Every time he thrusted, I gasped. Groaned with pleasure, and he just held me harder. Moved deeper.

  Outside of my fantasy, my pussy and hole were drenched. Fingering deeper and faster, I imagined that Alex came up behind me, positioned his dick outside my other available hole, and murmured softly, “You’ve got a gorgeous ass, too, Gwendolyn. Mind if I take a taste of that, since my brother doesn’t want to share what should be mine?”

  In my fantasy and in real life, I felt queasy, excited and nervous by the offer. I’d always wanted to try taking a dick up my ass, but I never had a boyfriend I felt safe enough to try it with, or any other reason, to admit such things. Even to myself.

  I did now. On my bed, I spread my cheeks. With on finger I tentatively touched the rim of my ass hole, imagining that it was the tip of Alex’s warm and ready member.

  “Yes, please,” I whined, “I wouldn’t mind giving you a taste, and givin
g it a try.”

  Here, Alex licked the length of his fingers, and used them to wet my ass hole. Something he was kneeling in front of, and scooting closer to.

  “I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said, making my asshole and cheeks wet and slippery with his spit.

  I felt them spread. I then felt my asshole spread, relent under the incoming gentle force of his cock head. His silky, shiny shaft.

  “I’ll go easy on you,” he assured me, pressing deeper.

  He went slowly, but steadily. And the imagined results had me drooling, collapsing deeper and harder onto his brother. I imagined Alex sighing. Growling. Remarking about how tight and warm I was on the inside, how much he’d fantasized about doing something like this with me, and now he finally got to.

  “I knew you wanted to share,” muttered David, clamping his arms around my waist and hips. “I knew you wanted all of us, despite what you didn’t say.”

  He pressed his lips on mine again, but only until Eric and Travis and Robert knelt by my sides again, waggling their cocks cutely in my peripheral vision.

  “Got room for one more?” I imagined that was Eric, sweeping his long, shiny chestnut hair out of his eyes and behind one ear.

  “That one more better be me, Gwendolyn,” said Travis, glowering at Eric.

  I imagined Eric just laughing, smiling, and continuing to stroke his own cock.

  Alex and David continued to fuck me. Fill both of my holes heavy and fast, making me deliciously wet.

  Inside and outside of my fantasy, I rubbed myself harder. I wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. But I wanted to be completely full. Inside and outside of my fantasy. Completely taken and enjoyed.

  So, in my fantasy I had Travis push his cock onto the outside of my cheek. He gruffly asked if I could suck him off properly. If I would give him my final hole.

  “Only if you give me a little taste,” chimed in Eric, smiling softly. “Only if you want to, of course. But I do taste good.”

  “She’ll share when I’ve had my fill,” answered my bad-boy Travis, bringing my attention—and my mouth—back to him, his swollen cock tip. “Ready for me?”