by Luna Hunter
The moment Kolos’s tongue touches her quivering pussy a wanton moan leaves her lips. Ragnar leans down and kisses her deeply, his tongue entering her mouth, while Aksel gently squeezes her tits.
The sensations are simply overwhelming. Every thought is pushed away, and all Drusilla can do is surrender herself to pure bliss as Kolos tongues her throbbing clit, and Aksel and Ragnar take turns kissing her deeply, their hands exploring her body freely.
She is powerless to resist, and for the first time in her life, she doesn’t want to anymore. This feeling of being absolutely weightless, of being taken, of being free is so liberating — she feels like a damn fool for ever doing anything different.
Three Xhakans exploring every inch of her — that’s what life is all about.
“Cum for me,” Kolos growls from between her legs, his tongue resting against her sensitive nub. “I want to watch you squirm.”
Drusilla reaches down and grabs hold of him, her fingers finding his dark hair. It’s all she can do to hold on as her hips buck involuntarily, the moment of ecstasy coming closer with every lick, kiss and squeeze.
“I’m going to—I’m going to—oh-oh-OH!”
Drusilla’s moans are reduced to gibberish as she cums hard, her entire body shaking and quivering, her toes curled up. Everything goes dark for a moment as every fiber in her being is washed over with pure, unbridled joy.
When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself placed upon the King-sized bed, the three naked brothers surrounding her on all sides. Instinctively her hands fly right towards Ragnar’s and Aksel’s big cocks. She wants to feel their weight, she wants to feel them on her tongue, she wants to feel them fill her right up.
She wants it all.
Without wasting a heartbeat, Kolos climbs between her legs, pushing her knees up to her chest.
Her entire body is available to the Xhakan brothers. She is it all: Their plaything, their destinuar, their mate for now and forever.
As patient as they have been with Dru in the past, as impatient they are now, each one eager to stuff their hard, throbbing cocks inside of her.
Kolos is first.
The head of his cock presses against her wet folds, and with a simple thrust of his hips, opens her up. He leans down and kisses her deeply as he slowly enters her, inch by inch, the Xhakan taking her virginity.
She expected pain or discomfort, but all the finds is joy as an indescribable feeling, one unlike she’s ever felt before, spread throughout her entire body. She’s burning up, her heart beating in her throat, her naked skin flushed red.
Kolos leans back as he thrusts forward, driving every single inch of his Xhakan cock into her with a hard push. Drusilla moans loudly, but she’s quickly silenced by Ragnar thrusting his hard cock into her open mouth.
Her lips instinctively close around the purple head, her tongue flicking against the sensitive slit as she savors the taste of his manhood.
A second later, Ragnar pulls back and he’s replaced by Aksel. Dru’s hands find both members as they alternate turns, the feeling driving her absolutely mad.
Kolos pulls out, and the men move like a well-trained unit. They all rotate clockwise, and seconds later its Ragnar who sinks his thick cock into Drusilla’s waiting pussy. His cock is the thickest, and the sensation is different, in a good way.
So many flavors, she thinks to herself. I get to experience all of it.
Ragnar is as rough in the bedroom as he is on the battlefield, and he pounds her relentlessly, driving every inch of his Xhakan cock into her with deep, heavy strokes.
If it weren’t for the two cocks vying for the attention of her tongue, she would scream and moan loud enough to wake every single Djall and Xhakan on the planet.
Every thrust gives her a mini-orgasm, and Drusilla loses all sense of time and space, surrendering everything she has to the three brothers.
Aksel is next in line. He is a different lover as well, sweeter, gentler, a welcome change in pace from the drilling Ragnar has just given her. His cock fits perfectly inside of her, and he moves his hips rhythmically, as if they were two dancers, dancing to their own beat.
Ragnar and Aksel take a step back and breathe, their bodies coated in sweat, as their brother makes sweet love to their destinuar.
Their minds are all buzzing, their thoughts completely in-synch with one another. Drusilla is their fated mate, there is no single doubt in anyone’s mind about that. Love fills all of their hearts, every single neuron in all of their bodies firing away, every single touch bringing pure ecstasy.
There’s only one thing on the Xhakans minds — being completely united.
With all of them inside Drusilla.
At the same time.
Kolos lays down on the bed, and in one quick movement, Aksel pulls out and Ragnar lifts her up and places her right on Kolos’s hard, waiting cock. He enters her easily, as if her body was made to be moved from one Xhakan cock to the next.
She is now completely and totally free from all doubts, as she realizes that this is what she’s meant for. These are her husbands, her lovers, her friends and confidants. This is all she’s ever wanted and more.
Ragnar stands over them both and feeds his thick cock into Dru’s waiting mouth. She enjoys the feeling of two cocks at once, but she’s in for the surprise of a lifetime when she feels a cool liquid being spread on her backside.
Drusilla turns around to see Aksel grinning mischievously at her as he prepares her back entrance with some lube he fished out of his armor.
The brothers came prepared.
“But,” she stammers, her grinding hips coming to a halt for a brief moment, “That’s…”
“Remember what I told you?” Aksel says. “I told you we wanted to fuck you everywhere. In your pussy, in your mouth, and in your ass.”
He gently applies some pressure with his fingertip to prove his point, and a shiver runs down Dru’s spine. The Xhakans have brought her higher than she’s ever been before, so despite her anxiety, she decides to trust Aksel.
Besides, his fingers feel kinda good…
“Be gentle,” she says, licking her suddenly dry lips.
“I always am,” Aksel says as he lubes his cock up.
This is really happening, Dru thinks as she watches him get into place. Ragnar turns her attention back to him, and her mouth finds his cock once more, silencing her moans as Aksel presses his cock right against her asshole. This a night of many firsts as Aksel slowly but surely works his cock inside of her.
Meanwhile, Kolos’s hands are resting on her thighs, his hard cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her warm pussy, bringing her untold pleasure even as he barely moves.
After a very brief flash of discomfort, the feeling gives away to pure bliss. Drusilla is filled, completely and totally, three Xhakan cocks buried deeply inside of her.
All four of them are lost in a lust-induced frenzy. Drusilla know no longer knows where she ends and where any of the three Xhakans begin. All she knows is that this is what she was made for. This is perfection. This is everything she ever wanted and more.
The sounds of their lovemaking fill the room, the many sensations completely short-circuiting Dru’s brain. She’s never been this full. She’s never felt this strong sense of belonging.
She belong between the three brothers, the receptacle of their love.
“I’m going to—”
“Me too!”
“Holy qij, I’m close!”
With a deafening roar Ragnar cums. He’s the first to shoot his load, and he deposits it right inside of Dru’s hungry mouth. Kolos is next, the sounds sending him over the edge, and his balls flood Dru’s fertile pussy with his Xhakan cum.
Through the thin membrane separating both men, Aksel can feel the large Xhakan cock pulse and spew its heavy load, along with Dru’s trembling body, and this sends him tumbling over the edge as well.
He cums, filling her behind with his seed, and just like that Drusilla is treated to three loads,
filling her up every way imaginable.
They all collapse on the bed, a heap of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. Dru snuggles up between the three men, her heart still racing at a million miles per minute.
That was nothing short of mindblowing.
“I don’t,” she pants. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Right here,” Ragnar growls as he sinks his fangs into her shoulder.
Dru yelps, and playfully slaps him away. “That was amazing.”
“That it was,” Aksel says.”
Kolos kisses her other shoulder, and as Dru’s eyes go from one Xhakan to the next, her heart is filled with joy.
If only it could stay that way…
Before she falls into a deep sleep, her mind can’t help but drift to the problems that they all still face. Can she forgive her father and build a relationship with him, or has too much happened?
And, perhaps just as important… what will happen when the three headstrong Xhakan brothers face their equally headstrong father? Will he banish them… or worse?
Chapter Fifteen
“Good morning,” Aksel says as he walks into the room with a tray stuffed to the gills with food.
“You’re amazing,” Drusilla yawns, the amazing smell making her stomach grumble. She kisses Ragnar and Kolos, who are both still sleeping, on their cheeks and then joins Aksel at the table.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” he says.
“How could I forget!” Drusilla says. She gets up, and Aksel pulls her onto his lap and kisses her deeply, the breakfast almost forgotten as she lets his tongue explore her mouth.
Ever since last night, Drusilla has been on an absolute high — though she knows in the back of her mind that this is not the end of their adventure.
If only it was. If only they could just stay here, in this very room, and spend the rest of their days repeating what they did last night… that would be heaven.
Her body is still sore, but in a good way.
In an absolutely amazing way. What a way to lose your v-card… with an absolute bang!
Unfortunately, they can’t stay here.
There’s a whole world out there. The three Xhakan men are important. They are royalty. They are born to lead. They will change the course of history itself…
“What are you thinking about?” Aksel asks.
His blue eyes are so soft and gentle. Drusilla almost feels bad about reminding him about the troubles they still face — but not bad enough to lie to him about it.
No more lies. From now on out, the truth is the only thing that matters.
“I was thinking about your father,” she says. “And mine. I wish we could stay here and just live in this moment forever, you know?”
Aksel reaches out and gently grabs her hand. “I know, but don’t worry. There will be plenty of moments like this. We’ve got a lifetime ahead of all of us to create even more special memories. Trust me, this is the only the beginning. I promise you that.”
Ragnar and Kolos stir, and join the two of them for breakfast. Each one kisses the top of Dru’s head before sitting down. Drusilla never thought she’d enjoy this lovey-dovey stuff, but there’s nothing she likes more. She’s learning all kinds of new things about herself.
“We’ve got to face Father,” Kolos says after a moment of silence. “He lied to us. If it was up to him, he would have kept us from Emla.”
“Agreed,” Ragnar growls.
Aksel nods as well.
This talk is making a knot grow in Dru’s stomach. She knows that they can’t run away from their problems, but… she doesn’t want them to leave. She’s afraid that if they leave this room, the spell will be broken. As long as they’re here, she knows they’re safe. She knows their bond is unbreakable.
Outside of this room, anything can happen…
“I don’t think I can vouch for Emla’s taste in men, but if she says Samvel Zakar is okay, then we have no other choice than to support her. Dru, what do you think?”
All eyes turn to her, her train of thought interrupted.
“Me? I don’t know.”
“Sure you do,” Kolos says. “You have an opinion. Share it with us. Your input is valuable.”
“If you’re sure… well, Samvel, is, well, it’s complicated, and that’s an understatement. I’m not sure I can forgive him. Ever. So much has happened, and I’m still not sure if I believe everything he said about my mother. Then again, I always thought she was a saint, that she could do no wrong, that everything she ever did was to give me a better life, and as much as it pains me to say this… maybe she wasn’t perfect? Maybe we always think our parents can do no wrong, and then when we find out that yes, in fact, they can, we feel… betrayed. But they can’t help it: They’re just mortals, you know? Oh forget it, I’m rambling.”
“No,” Aksel says. “You’re making a lot of sense. Continue. Please.”
“Well, all I’m saying is, I don’t blame your sister for loving Samvel. My father. Stars, that’s quite a weird family-triangle-situation we’ve got going on here, isn’t it? So it goes, I guess. And from what I’ve seen of the Djalls and the Xhakans, I don’t see a reason for the feuds, the fights, the wars. They—we?—are more alike than I thought. When I first met you three, I was sure you were going to hate me for my Djall-ness. I was so sure.”
“We could never hate you,” Ragnar growls. “Never!”
“I know that now,” Dru chuckles. “Don’t worry. Samvel claims he wants to bury the hatchet, and his impending marriage to Xhakan royalty certainly points in that direction. Now the ball is in Vladimir’s court. Can your father accept his daughter’s choice? Can he look past his own prejudice? That is a question I can’t answer.”
“But we can,” Kolos says. “You are right. This is bigger than just Emla, than just us — this is about our species. This is about peace. We too have accepted everything that has been taught to us about the Djalls, and we too have to ask the difficult questions.”
Aksel nods. “We will visit Father then. And ask him.”
Drusilla is so nervous she can barely swallow another piece of toast. Something tells her Vladimir Velo is not going to take these questions all that well…”
Chapter Sixteen
“You’re leaving?”
Drusilla stops dead in her tracks. She hoped to sneak way, like a thief in the night, but escaping the past is not going to be quite that easy.
She turns and faces her father.
“I don’t get a hug?”
Dru shakes her head. “Not yet. It’s…”
He lowers his hands. “I understand,” he says with a wry smile. “I understand, and I don’t blame you. I knew it was unrealistic of me to hope that we would be a happy family once more. Still, a man can dream, right?”
In no way does the man in front of her match up to the image she had of him. She had always imagined the Djall King to be a frightening, menacing figure, with big horns and sharp fangs, the type of figure that would keep you up at night.
Instead, she has Samvel Zakar. Sure, he’s tall, and he certainly has horns and fangs, but despite that, he reminds her more of a teddy bear than a menacing warrior. Perhaps in his youth he was frightening, but with his soft, wrinkled eyes, she reminds him more of a bringer of presents than a bringer of death.
Emla runs down the stairs and flings her arms around her three brothers.
“You be careful, you hear?!” she says, prodding Kolos in the chest.
“It’s not us you have to worry about,” Ragnar says. “It’s Father.”
“Why can’t you let it go?” Emla says. “You know his temper. Stay here, with us.”
“If we listened to him, we never would have seen you again,” Kolos says resolutely. “No, I’ve got some questions for him alright.”
“There you are,” Vladimir Velo says when the four of them come bursting through the door to his personal quarters. “I’ve been looking all over or you! I need to talk about that mutt you’ve been dragging ar
ound all over.”
He takes off his reading glasses and his disdainful, silver gaze lands right on Drusilla, nailing her to the ground.
“I ran a background check, something you fools have somehow forgotten to do — do you know she’s got filthy Djall blood flowing through her veins?! I will not have her in my—”
Ragnar punches his father square in the jaw, and he goes tumbling over backwards. Vladimir scrambles to his feet a moment later, brushing his long, white hair out of his now red face.
“What the qij has gotten into you?!” he thunders.
“Why did you lie to us?!” Kolos growls. “Emla is safe! And in love! And you would have kept her from us!”
“Oh, that,” Vladimir says, rolling his eyes. “If she wants to betray her family, her house, her race, than she’s as good as dead to me. Simple as that.”
“I can’t believe you,” Aksel says. He looks so wounded, so hurt, that Dru can’t help but hug him — which instantly draws Vladimir’s ire.
“You too?!” he gasps. “I thought…”
“All three of us,” Kolos butts in. “She is our destinuar.”
“Bah!” Vladimir says. “Have all my children gone mad?! Or has that devil Samvel put a curse on you?!”
“The only one who is cursed here is you,” Ragnar snarls. “Cursed with a lack of empathy!”
“For once I absolutely agree with you, vella,” Aksel says. “To me it looks like Lord Velo has ruled long enough.”
Vladimir Velo freezes, his eyes narrowing until they are only angry little slits. “It’s treason, then.”
Kolos puts his hands up, trying to calm everyone down, put it’s too late for that. “Let’s not do or say anything rash. We need to have a good, long discussion about—”
“You and your talking!” Vladimir sneers. “Why don’t you ever use your fists?! Your fangs?! Your wings?! For all his faults, and there are many, Ragnar has always been my favorite.”
Vladimir rubs his jaw and grimaces. “Mean right hook, son.”
“Now I’m your son?” Ragnar says. “I thought I was merely a ward, a playmate for your true blood son?! No, I see what you are doing, and it won’t work. You can’t drive us apart. You were never able to, and you certainly won’t be able to do so now that we have Drusilla.”