Stay True

by C B Jean

Eventually he gets her to calm down and pats her neck nervously and mutters reassuring words to her and turns too glare at us, his arms crossed sitting on her bareback. It’s a good look for him.

  “You assholes can get your own horses, fuck that.”

  All of us start laughing hard again at his discomfort. I walk over and stroke the chestnuts mane. Her red coat is shiny and smooth under my hand. I pat her nose and she whinnies, then gives my hand a nibble with her lips as if looking for a treat.

  “Sorry Kills, we just had to mess with you a bit. Luke mentioned how it would by funny to watch.” I say apologetically and shrug still stroking the mare. It was super funny to watch. I think it was just payback for Killian roughing me up first before Luke could.

  “Watch and learn boys” I say.

  They watch memorized as I call out, and three more beautiful horses come neighing up to us excitedly. An Arabian with a brilliant white coat catches my eye and trots up to me and I knew she wanted me to ride her, just as I wanted her. She reminds me of a unicorn.

  Jackson comes near to offer to lift me onto her tall back, but I give myself a good jump and swing myself up, holding her mane at the nape settling on her before he has a chance to. He gives me a side eye as if impressed and jumps onto his stocky, black Friesian horse. Just like the large wolves in this game, the horses are amplified in size. I wasn’t sure if I could have even gotten up by myself, but I was determined to prove my worth to my men. My men? Flipping hell. Luke strides on top of a Friesian as well, both their horses are silky black and have long, wavy manes and tails, they are absolutely breathtaking. We are all riding bareback as we didn’t have any riding equipment.

  On top of my horse I check my map, making sure we are still heading in the right direction and tap her in the side with my foot and a click of my tongue to get her moving. Surprisingly, she obeys and listens well to my commands. This reminds me of when I use to ride horses on my grandfather’s farm before he sold it as he got too old to take care of it any longer and passed away shortly after. I have fond memories of going to visit and he always had one of his horses saddled up and ready for me as soon as I got there.

  In short time we were making headway. Three insanely gorgeous men and me, who never thought I would be here in this situation ever. We have twenty miles to go until we reached the first temple The Red Mosque according to the map. Along the way while we road we discussed the riddle, the only clue we had about it and any challenges we would be facing. The temples were not meant to be a walk in the park, instead they were meant to challenge those who went in them, mentally and physically. After discussing it a while amongst ourselves, we were still no closer to deciphering what it meant.

  “Read it again Blue, maybe we missed something.” Kills asks bored.

  I scoff. “Yeah flipping right, I doubt after reading it thirty times. My brain is hurting to bad.” Still I reread it, hopeful.

  “Face your past for what haunts you is near,

  the power within one will defeat your fear.

  The power divine will set you free,

  your mind is your greatest enemy but also your key.”

  Yeah no, I’m done.

  We gave up as we rode moving out of the green forest and onto a grassy plain, Killian and Luke bolted off once we reaced the clearing and raced their horses and I could hear them betting wagers of some sort and cackling. I’m pretty sure I heard my name a couple of times.

  While they raced on ahead, Jackson stayed behind with me and I got to know him and the men a bit more as a I asked questions about them and growing up. He told me stories about them growing up together, how they were naughty boys and bonded closely together during their times at foster homes after his mother fell in love with drugs and abandoned him and him going to school. Sometimes they had to leave each other for short periods of time when living with different fosters, but they always ended up back together. His real brothers no matter the blood. He told me about joining the military, war stories and how they have saved each other’s lives over and over again. He told me about the amazing places he has traveled and what’s next to come. He even mentioned his favorite café in a small French town he wanted to take me to. Will we continue to talk after we get out? I mean they just want a fun fling while we are here right? I have no expectations after this game as I didn’t want to set myself up heartbreak or high hopes, but I agree to going with. Maybe one day. I have no idea if they were still going to be interested after we all got our lives back and it wasn’t a subject I wanted to broach yet. But for now, I’ll enjoy our time together, however long it may last.

  My life hasn’t been quite exciting as theirs. He asked me about my parents, and I told him about my father, my best friend, more about my career and gaming. He only asked me about my mom once and I shrugged off the question halfheartedly and got him talking about himself again. I think he could tell I didn’t want to talk about her, and I was grateful he didn’t press me. Losing her after what happened still was a sore spot in my heart and I didn’t dare open pandoras box up to that mess inside me. I still haven’t grieved for her entirely. I wasn’t ready to tell them yet.

  I lost track of time and soon it was almost sunset as we played around rather than ride hard as we enjoyed each other’s company. We decided to camp out again instead of riding to the closest town, get a game plan for tomorrow and head in first thing in the morning. We found a nice little spot that was underneath a swooping cliff, the top jutted out far enough for us to get shelter underneath from any elements.

  I tried to lift my leg over my horses back to dismount and turned to jelly after riding all day, and I ended up falling sideways off my horse. I was expecting to land on my back, but hefty, tattooed arms caught me before I hit the ground.

  Luke set me onto the ground slowly and held me by the shoulders, making sure I was stable enough before he would let go. I gave him a big smile and let my hand linger on his arm. He didn’t let go and I pressed my body into his warm one to get closer. His large hands slid down holding my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck, as best I could, he is seriously flipping tall.

  “Thank you for catching me, I could have ended up with a goose ache on my butt.” I said staring into his green eyes. They were bright and I loved how they were focused on me so intently. Gold specks danced amused in them, barley visible unless you got super close to see them. They only made him more breathtaking.

  “I couldn’t let my Cub get hurt now, could I? Plus, I have plans for your delicious butt anyways.” He said with a sexy grin making my breath hitch as his hands gripped me tighter, more possessive. His voice was deep and husky drawing me in. Our faces slowly leaning together for a taste…

  My white horse let out a whinny and swats me with her tail, breaking our moment up and stomps her hoof in annoyance. At what I have no idea.

  “What’s wrong pretty girl? Afraid the big scary man is going to hurt me?” I joked as she huffed and turned her head away.

  “Scary? When was I scary?” Luke growls out confused and I chuckle at him.

  “When I first ran into you, I thought you were going to eat me up. I might let you now.” I moan out.

  The moment now passed, and we lean our foreheads together and I smiled brightly, it’s something I’ve come to enjoy doing with him, our own little sign of affection.

  “Damn this game, will I ever get a moment alone with my Cub?” Luke growls out to himself.

  I laugh and peck him on the cheek and walk away with my pack over my shoulder. I wink at him as he watches my butt sway side to side, and I can practically see him salivating.

  We get camp set up nicely, a fire which I have decided to cook a stew over as a sign of gratitude to my men, Killian is checking on the horses and setting up our packs, Jackson is reading and calculating the map and trying to get updates from the game admins for our next course of action, and of course Luke is our weapons caretaker. It’s a nice little system we have set our selves into and its strangely soothing, despite all I�
��ve been worrying about and the thoughts of Aiden.

  Jackson had procured some potatoes and carrots on our first day here in the village for our stew, much to Luke and Killian’s displeasure. I guess he has been trying to make the guys eat better, more greens and variety, instead of a straight meat-based diet. It hasn’t been going well. Old habits die hard, I guess.

  I was able to also gather some herbs to flavor the stew up and Kills helped me gather meat, shooting birds and small animals. My stomach growls loudly as I’m finishing the final touches on my masterpiece and I press my hand to my stomach as to shush it. It made me think of how my real-life body must be faring. Jackson mentioned my Dad said how he was going to send a nurse over to tend to me if we were in here for more than a couple of days. I may have freaked out over the fact no one was taking care of them as well until Jackson reassured me they all have someone watching out for them, so it made me worry a lot less. I just hope everyone else who is stuck in here too has the same kind of support. I really have no idea where I’d be without these men holding me up. He also mentioned how his contact is trying to go through some firewalls in the game so my Dad can call me and I can talk to him. The things these men do for me, I feel as if I’m finally fitting in somewhere. Like a family. An odd one, but a family, nonetheless.

  I dish out the strew for the guys and watch hesitantly as they eat. I’m my worst own critic and I was hoping I didn’t accidentally mess up the stew. I pass around torn rolls of bread for them to enjoy and take my own bowl. Now thinking about it, did we actually have to eat in the game to stay alive? I wasn’t sure on the game physics, it might just be me thinking I’m hungry. Anyways, I don’t really care at this point because the food here is a million times better.

  “Fuck woman! This is good!” Killian is practically inhaling his food like how he breathes air. Luke and Jackson also express their opinions with thumbs up, too busy with shoveling food in their faces and my face flusters proudly. I’m glad I was able to do something meaningful to pay back my gratitude. I’ve noticed how much these guys pack away, a mans heart is through his stomach.

  After dinner we clean up and the guys decide to do a bit of sparring for practice. I sit along the edge of their practice area and watch as Luke and Kills go first. Jackson comes and sit next to me on the grass brushing his hand over mine making me blush. Luke has decided on using his two giant double-sided axes and Kills with a giant two-handed broadsword instead of his bow. I imagine they wouldn’t be too clumsy at this, figuring how well they took care of the wolves, but swords are a lot different than military issued guns. I’m going to be pleasantly surprised on how well they can do.

  They start the match and Luke starts first charging him and slamming one axe the spot Killian was just standing, barley getting out of the way fast enough. I watched in fascination as they ducked and weave against each other’s offensive attacks and found myself flinching when it became too close for comfort. Sweat dripping of their brows. They are too evenly matched to even land a single blow on each other. Then I watched in surprise as Luke sweeps Killian’s feet with his axe making him jump back a foot and before he can recover, Luke has already moved in and kicks him in the chest making Kills fly onto his back a couple feet away with the air knocked out of him. I clap for Luke as he clasps his hands in the air dramatically and shakes them making me giggle at him. Killian defeatedly comes over one he shook it off and slumps next to me and I give him a kiss for the good job he did.

  Jackson raises an eyebrow at me.

  “What do you say Sweetness? Think you can win against Luke? He’s a freaking brute no pun attended, and I still haven’t beaten him once in hand to hand.” He asks me. Easy peasy, time to show my stuff. I swipe my hands on my leathers and I get up almost too excitedly, but faking it to show disinterest.

  I grab my sword from my sheath and walk out to the practice area with a glance to Kills and Jackson.

  “We shall see wont we?” I say teasing.

  I stand in a defensive stance to throw Luke off my game as if I’m ready to parry his attacks, I know how he likes to attack first to stun his opponent, I just have to be quicker than him and strike before he can. I’m much smaller to his large frame, usually my best plan is to be the faster one. Luke comes charging for me as I expected, but before he can bring big axe down onto me, I dash faster than he can register it, my sword already pressed to his throat and he freezes. Killian and Jacksons eyes pop out of their heads, their mouths open wide open. Even Luke is wide eyed with his hands up in surrender, dropping his axes to the ground, but he has a slightly entertained smirk on.

  “Daammnn Baby Blue!”

  “Okay, I stand corrected, I don’t think Luke can win against her.”

  “Dare to try again?” I challenge Luke, my eyes narrowed.

  “You bet your ass I do Cub.”

  Me and Luke spar for a good while, out of twenty tries, only twice does he out smart me with me on the ground and him on top with a weapon pressed against my neck. The other two on the sidelines whoop and cheer for us. At the end, we weren’t even trying that hard as we gave up to have some fun and even wrestled around on the ground. Of course, he won those easy, with me on my back pinned.

  Killian comes to hug and kiss me all over my face, giddy with excitement after I declared I’m spent.

  “I knew we had a good idea choosing you to be on our team! Damn, how did you get so good at this?” He asks bewildered brushing the tangled hair out of my face.

  I shrug “I play a lot of video games.”

  Luke comes over grabs my hand bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “Cub.”

  I laugh and jump on his tall frame, his hands holding my thighs and my arms wrapped around his neck tightly. I lay into him, smelling the sweat and dirt but I don’t mind it one bit. This might be my favorite thing ever.

  He carries me to the makeshift bed one of them prepared earlier and lays me down as he kisses me on my neck.

  I moan and wiggle underneath him breathing heavy from the fight and from excitement of what’s about to come. No pun intended.

  His lips find mine and we kiss passionately as we struggle to rip each other’s clothes off. He rips my vest open and paws my breasts in his hands. One hand slips lower and shimmies down my fighting leathers and my panties along with it. Before I know it, his fingers are inside me bringing me impossibly close to a climax and fast not wanting to draw it out apparently. I can’t seem to catch my breath as his hands and mouth are all over me, everywhere at the same time. He must have plans for me. He is breathing heavy in my ear as he brings me one step closer to the edge with each stroke of his hands, his thumb finds my clit and starts rubbing it. I scream out his name as my first orgasm comes tumbling in fast and I try to blink away the daze as I come down.

  “Hey, that’s not fair, she promised I could have her first!”

  “You had her last night, its my turn to please my woman.” Luke snarls at him.

  “Hey now, sharing is caring.” I breath out hoarsely. Yes yes, I’m amused at their banter of them fighting over me.

  Luke growls again, as if it’s just a minor detail and rips off his own clothes like an animal, passionate and ready for his female. Once he is naked, I drink him all in in his glory, my eyes roam over his muscled chest and I whimper with need. His giant cock sticks out like a rod. I was worried with Killian, with Luke I am just flipping terrified.

  “Don’t worry Cub, I’ll go easy on you… maybe.” He whispers, and without warning he flips me over onto all fours and slips into me from behind not giving me time to adjust to his size. I arch my back under and cry loudly as he grips my hips tightly with his large hands and holds me into him while he fucks me. If he wasn’t holding onto me, I’d be flying forward.

  I can’t even moan because I am so blissed out, I’m just making throaty noises at this point. He grips a handful of my long white hair, forcing me to bend my neck back and look up. My folds are dripping with desire. He pounds into me and I soon forget my own name,
all we can hear is our frantic puffs of air and the slap of his balls as he thrusts into me from behind. Gods I love this.

  He lets go of my hip with his one hand dropping it to his side and the other still locked into my hair. We are only moving with momentum as my ass bounces off his hips and cock. He fills me up completely and it doesn’t take long for me to explode around him with a wail. A few thrusts later he stills inside me gasping through gritted teeth and a hearty grunt. He wraps a meaty hand around my throat taking me off my hands and bringing me to his lips, turning my head to meet his. As we make out, our tongues slipping over each other he takes me possessively, his shaft still hard as a rock inside me. With the other hand that’s not locked around my throat, the other dances over my torso, squeezing my breasts, sliding up and down my body never staying in one place. He’s claiming me always and I love it.

  I feel my energy seeping away as exhaustion beckons me, and he lays me gently on my stomach down onto our bed with a kiss to my forehead. I hear him get up and clothes being thrown around as I close my eyes.

  I am so ready to pass out.