Oz Has Spoken: A Reverse Harem Academy Romance (Emerald City Academy Book 3)

by JB Trepagnier

  “Oh, fuck, Idris. Hurry!” Francesca panted.

  Me hurry? I was waiting for her. My dick was so swollen, it hurt. I could just reach her hair. I gave it a hard pull. She flung back her head and wailed. I felt her flutter around my cock. I let out a huge monkey roar as I came. I continued to bounce her on my cock until I couldn’t anymore.

  I set her down gently when it was over and pulled her to my chest.

  “Mine,” I whispered again, kissing the top of her head.

  “Yours,” she whispered back, kissing my chest.

  When I finally let her go, she turned to Galen and Oprix.

  “I believe I was promised a sandwich? Make me a sandwich, boys.”

  Chapter 49

  Galen

  I

  t was like my entire world had changed. She loved me. She said yes, and she was now my wife. When everyone said we should propose to her, there was a part of me that thought I shouldn’t. I thought she wanted everyone but me. Idris, Oprix, and Daxar all convinced me I should, but there was still a part of me that thought she would say no in front of all of Oz.

  It petrified me. I had no idea what to say to her to even ask. She said yes without me having to flub up a proposal. She meant it too. She loved me and wanted me as her husband. It gave me the courage to actually ask her to marry me.

  It was giving me the courage to do what we were about to do now. I’d been so nervous the first time I made love to her, but I didn’t need to be. None of the people in this room had ever judged me. Idris didn’t like me at first, but it wasn’t because of my past. He was worried I would steal Frankie from him.

  No one here cared who my parents were. They were my friends or my lovers. I had an idea, but I didn’t know if they would go for it. I didn’t know if he would go for it, but I knew one thing about myself after all of this. I enjoyed surrendering control. I liked it when Francesca pulled my hair and scratched me, and I got really turned on watching Daxar take her ass.

  “Can I say something?” I asked.

  “You can say anything with us, Galen,” Frankie said.

  How to say this? What if I pissed her off? What if she wasn’t into it too? This was her thing with Daxar.

  “I think I want to play Quadling games,” I blurted out. “I want Frankie and Daxar to punish me. Will you?”

  “Galen, I—”

  “Galen, I will,” Daxar said. “I’ll teach Francesca to do it safely, but not tonight. I know what your past is. Neither of us will do that to you tonight until we’ve spoken, and I know you understand what you are asking.”

  “I agree,” Frankie said. “I think it would be a turn on, but not until we’ve talked about it. Not tonight.”

  “Can we try another fantasy tonight?” I asked.

  I could live with that. I needed to talk about it. I kind of just came to this decision in the span of a few hours after watching Frankie have sex with her other husbands. I could feel it in my bones this was what I wanted, but Daxar was more experienced than I was. He could get to the root of why I wanted this. It could just be that I wanted it because that was who I was, or it could be tied to the Fisher King.

  Frankie walked over and caressed my cheek. “What fantasy did you have, Galen?”

  I didn’t blush like I normally would have. It was time to just tell them. They wouldn’t judge me. They would tell me no if they weren’t into it and that would be that.

  I tucked one of her braids behind her ear. “I still want to share you with Oprix. But I want to see what it’s like to have Daxar behind me taking my ass like he did you. Will you?”

  I was expecting him to say no, but he surprised me.

  “I’ve played with men before. If it’s okay with Francesca, I’ll make your fantasy come to life. But I must prepare you as I did her.”

  Frankie grabbed me and pulled me down for a kiss. I thought she would never stop kissing me. Her cool hand found my cock and started stroking it.

  “Are you kidding? I think that would be incredibly hot. Do I need to do anything?”

  “Galen?” Daxar said. “I take it you imagined me taking charge in this scenario. Oprix and Francesca, are you okay with that?”

  Oprix gave me a curt nod. “We’re all getting a fantasy tonight. I will not deny Galen his, and I don’t think any of us care he’s into this too.”

  Idris flopped in a chair and slung his arm over the back. “Francesca’s sandwich just has more toppings. We all like our sandwiches with a lot on them.”

  “Yes, yes. No one in this room is a kink shamer. You’d make great Quadlings. Oprix and Francesca, get on the bed and play. Galen, get on the foot of the bed on all fours, and I want you to watch them.”

  Daxar had this deep voice, and there was just something sexy about the Quadling accent. He just commanded respect. I immediately scrambled on the bed on all fours. My eyes never left Frankie and Oprix. Frankie was giving me a show sucking Oprix’s cock. I held my breath when I felt Daxar behind me. Was he going to spank me like he did Frankie?

  I felt his hand caress my ass. His hands moved to my shoulders, then trailed down my back. I broke out into goosebumps. All he was doing was petting and massaging me. It was so simple, but I was so turned on. Especially watching Frankie go to town on Oprix’s cock. Daxar’s hand finally trailed around my waist to wrap around my cock. I moaned as he gave it a few strokes. I nearly cried when he let me go.

  “I want you to stroke your cock and watch Francesca suck Oprix. Slow strokes. I don’t want you to come yet. Francesca might have my permission, but you don’t. Just enjoy the sensations. Do you understand me, Galen?” Daxar purred.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Was sir right? That’s what Frankie called him. Was he my sir now? Was I even allowed to call him that?

  “Good boy,” Daxar said, planting a kiss on my hips.

  I felt him move behind me. I saw the vials he used with Frankie, so I wasn’t surprised when I felt the cool liquid spilling on me. I was enjoying the show in front of me and the feeling of Daxar’s hands rubbing the oil in so much, I forgot they had given me instructions.

  Daxar leaned over my back and bit my shoulder. “I thought I told you to stroke your cock?”

  I could feel Daxar’s cock against my back, and the feel of his teeth in my shoulder sent shivers throughout my body. Daxar reached around me and gave my cock a hard squeeze.

  “I won’t tell you twice. If you want your fantasy to happen, stroke your cock and watch Francesca.”

  “Eyes on me, Galen,” Frankie purred.

  She locked eyes with me, then deep throated Oprix. Oprix moaned, and my hand found my cock. I wanted to beat it fast and furious, but I had also been given instructions and I really wanted to please Daxar and Frankie. Daxar told me what he wanted from me and if I finished too early, I’d be letting both Frankie and Oprix down by not getting to do their fantasy. I wouldn’t get to do my fantasy either.

  I could feel Daxar’s finger probing. There was a small sting and a small amount of pain before it was over.

  “Good, Galen,” Daxar said, petting my back with his free hand.

  I realized what I was getting into asking Frankie and Daxar to both do this with me because Frankie decided to get involved and bring Oprix into it.

  “Do you enjoy watching me suck Oprix’s cock, Galen?” Frankie asked.

  “Yes,” I gulped while Daxar fingers were doing magical things with my ass.

  “Do you wish I was sucking your cock right now?”

  “It’s Oprix’s turn.”

  Daxar chuckled behind me and slipped another finger in my ass.

  “Why am I not surprised you’re a switch, Francesca? Galen has given you a gift asking for this. Once we talk through this and determine he actually wants this, you need to thank him for allowing you to punish him. You have the best of both worlds.”

  “We should reward him,” Frankie said, licking the head of Oprix’s cock.

  Oprix seemed to have no issue with his cock being us
ed to torture or reward me. He was lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head and a content look on his face. If he could have, he would have been purring like a cat.

  “I’m not done with him yet. Play with Oprix until I’m done.”

  “I have no problem with that whatsoever,” Oprix hummed.

  “This is so fucking hot,” Idris said from across the room.

  Frankie had her eyes locked on mine as she slowly licked Oprix’s cock like candy. I was slowly pumping my cock, eager to have it buried inside her with Daxar inside of me. Daxar was fucking my ass with his fingers, and I moaned when I felt him add a third finger. It was like this exquisite torture. All I wanted was release, but I didn’t have permission.

  I nearly cried when I felt Daxar’s fingers leave me.

  “I think it’s time for your sandwich, Francesca. Why don’t you hop on Oprix’s cock? Galen, come here.”

  Daxar wrapped his hand around my chest and pressed me to him. I couldn’t move, and I could feel his hard cock against my back.

  “Look how much she enjoys his cock,” he growled in my ear. “I’m going to fuck your ass while you make sure our wife has double the pleasure tonight.”

  I licked my lips. I wanted inside her so badly. “Please, sir. Permission to fuck our wife.”

  “Wait. You aren’t ready yet.”

  I nearly started crying. What else did I have to do? Daxar pulled another vial from by his feet. I practically melted against him as he spilled it in his hand and started to oil my cock. I moaned and started grinding against his cock as he stroked me.

  “Now, fuck our wife, but start gentle, or you’ll hurt her. Remember, you can’t come until I tell you so.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I said, scrambling towards my wife.

  She was bent forwards on Oprix chest. I didn’t the first time we made love, but I’d just opened this door, and I knew I wanted this.

  “Permission to make love to you, Frankie?”

  “Get over here and fuck me, Galen.”

  I remembered everything from when I watched Daxar do this. We were in a slightly different position than they were. She was right at the edge of the bed, and I was standing behind her. Gentle and slow so I wouldn’t hurt her. I would never hurt her.

  I slid into her slowly and enjoyed every minute. I eased into her, and it was so tight with Oprix inside her too. When my hips met her ass, I groaned and just enjoyed the feeling. Daxar didn’t wait. I felt him behind me. He wrapped his hand loosely around my neck, but he didn’t squeeze.

  “How are you, Francesca?”

  “I see why Ivia likes this so much. This is amazing.”

  “How are you, Galen?”

  “Eager and waiting, sir.”

  Daxar let go of my neck and pressed me over her back. I felt his cock pressing against my ass. I felt it slip in. He was stretching me out as he slipped in, and it felt so fucking good. When I had all of him, he paused.

  “Is everyone okay?” he asked.

  “I’m perfect,” Oprix said.

  “This is fucking amazing,” Frankie said.

  “I’ve never been better,” I sighed.

  “Then, let’s show our wife how much we love her,” Daxar said.

  We all started moving, making love to each other at once. It was beautiful. Frankie wasn’t one to stay still. She was moving against Oprix and me just as much as we were thrusting into her. Daxar’s cock was hitting something inside me that was making me go wild. I was having trouble not finishing. I didn’t have permission, but how was I supposed to stop? I hardly had any experience!

  “I’m going to—I can’t help it!” I yelled.

  “Oh, god, I’m coming,” Frankie yelled.

  “Now, Galen!” Daxar roared.

  My entire world exploded. I don’t think I’d ever come that hard before. I felt hot liquid spurt in my ass as Daxar came too. I collapsed on Frankie before Daxar pulled me off.

  “Don’t squash her. Let’s all snuggle.”

  Idris jumped out of his chair and joined us. The bed here was big enough for all of us if we crowded in.

  I heard Frankie sigh. “I love all of you so much. I’m glad you proposed, and I want more nights like this.”

  “I want an actual sandwich and a Frankie sandwich,” Idris said.

  “We have time for that,” Daxar said. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”

  Chapter 50

  Oprix

  E

  veryone had gone to sleep, but I was still awake. My wife was snuggled into my arms. Let that sink in a minute—my wife! Frankie was finally my wife! I couldn’t believe it. There was a part of me that thought she would never agree to explore our feelings, then another that thought she might never say yes when we decided we would propose.

  But here we were. All married after a hot night in bed. I was still up thinking about what Galen had said when Idris insisted on having his man talk with him. We all had something she needed. I had no idea she needed what Galen suggested when he voiced his fantasy, but I watched her as she sucked my cock and taunted him. She loved every minute of it. If he were really into getting spanked, she would enjoy doing it.

  Daxar stepped up too. That’s when I knew we would always be there for each other. We would always have each other’s backs no matter what. We were a team. We had been from the start. We collected a few people on the way, but we were complete now.

  It was perfect. It was hot. It was so fucking hot sharing Frankie with Galen and Daxar. I didn’t want Daxar to do to me what he did to Galen, but Galen seemed to like it, so I didn’t judge him. That was the beauty of it. None of us judged each other.

  I wanted to share her with all of them. I wanted to be alone with her. I just wanted to be happy now that this mess with the Fisher King was over. All she had left to do was finish her training, and we could all be happy. I think we all wanted that — just time to relax and be alone with her.

  We all knew her Sentinel duties would keep her busy, but surely, after the Fisher King, no one would act up right away, and we could get a few years of peace with each other. Maybe we would even have time to start a family. I knew she wanted kids. I did too. I saw how Idris was with Glinda’s kids. He would make a great father.

  Surely, after everything, we deserved to be happy, right?

  Epilogue

  Frankie

  T

  hings in Oz really turned around after Locasta’s trial and the Fisher King’s death. Esiro and Illyna patched things up, and Esiro was proving to be a wonderful Sentinel of the North. She was still learning, of course. There was a lot to learn. Ozma had a lot to learn too. She was alternating between learning from Glinda and Illyna. Glinda had to take a break from teaching her to give birth to a beautiful baby girl. The next Sentinel of the South was a monkey shifter.

  It took two years, all four Sentinels, Ozma, Ivia, and the Nome King’s belt, but we eventually broke the curse on the Flying Monkeys and freed them from the Golden Cap. The cap was totally harmless now. Someone could get their hands on it, but they weren’t getting three wishes from the Flying Monkeys.

  The Flying Monkey, who was into Esiro stayed behind to woo her. I think he was making progress, but she was playing hard to get. At the rate the Sentinels were falling for Flying Monkeys, the next generation of Sentinels would be hybrids.

  Except in the West and East. Saffron only loved Emarus. It had been seven years since the trial. We both finished our training. Saffron had three children, though none of them were the next Sentinel of the East.

  As for me, I finished my training in a year, and I had several children. I had the next Sentinel of the West in my belly. I had a little hybrid boy with Idris, a little blond boy with Oprix, and a little red-haired girl with Daxar. Daxar said it was just his luck he ended up with a girl he’d have to protect from all the boys.

  We didn’t plan our children. We never knew who the father of our child was until they were born, and we saw what they looked like. Galen was the only husb
and I hadn’t had a child with yet. I was almost certain this child was his, though if the child would have green hair or purple, I didn’t know.

  Sweet Galen. After months of talking things out with Daxar, he gave me something I didn’t know I needed. I loved surrendering control to Daxar and letting him punish me, but I also liked to punish Galen too. We just needed to talk to him and make sure this wasn’t his past with the Fisher King talking. When Daxar was sure it wasn’t, we fully started playing, and Galen and I had so much fun. It was amazing when Daxar decided to punish Galen and me together. It was fucking hot when Daxar and I punished Galen as a team.

  I’d just gone through horrible childbirth pains with my latest child. I knew she would be a Sentinel. I could hear her crying and I could feel her magic from across the room.

  “Bring her to me,” I said to the midwife.

  Galen came over, cradling a baby in his arms. He sat next to me in bed and showed her to me. “She has my chin,” he said, crying.

  I leaned into his shoulder. “I knew she was yours.”

  I took my baby’s face in. She had my green skin and purple hair, but she had a lot of Galen’s features. She had his long fingers and pointy chin. We’d already picked a name for her.

  “Hello, Azami,” I cooed, reaching my finger out to tickle her belly.

  My daughter wrapped her hand around my finger and let out a loud shriek.

  “Sounds like she’s got her mother’s temper,” Idris said from the door.

  He had our son sitting on his shoulders. Oprix was holding our other son, and Daxar was holding our daughter.

  “They wanted to see their new sibling,” Daxar said.

  “Of course,” I said. “Come and see.”

  It was perfect. My family was crowded around me in bed as we looked at our new daughter. I had everything I wanted. I had love, I’d made new friends, Saffron was happy, I had a family now, and Oz was healed. The four points were balanced, and the Sentinels were closer than ever now.