Page 40 of Their Witch Bride

Wouldn’t it be funny if these guys are all fun and games when we reach their home? I smile, even though it’s silly. Their personalities are unlikely to do a one-eighty just because we’re not traveling any longer.

It’s fine. We’ll get to know each other well once we get established in the home we’re going to share, and I’ll just keep hoping for the best.

Which is?

Probably… that we at least get to know each other, have conversations, bond in some way. Will we have sex? My heart races at the thought. Of course we’ll have sex. I’m their wife. Right?

Out of the blue, Wisp appears in front of my face.

“Wisp!” I squeal, the relief I’m feeling reaching down to my toes at the sight of her. “You’re here! I missed you so much. It’s been so lonely these past few days without you.”

“Lonely without you,” Wisp replies softly.

Warmth spreads through me. She missed me too. That’s why she’s here.

Now, I just need to catch her up.

“Did you see my husbands? Right, you probably did, but you really didn’t get to learn a lot about them.” I think about what to tell her. “Prince Drogo is so angry you’d think he has burning boils in his asshole. Prince Arlys is the kind of guy who you can never tell what he’s thinking, but it’s probably something like how cute kittens are, and he’s just hiding it behind a butthole expression. And Prince Rinan? He tolerates me, which is a good thing. Better than the others.”

Wisp stares at me, and I swear she’s judging me.

“You want me to focus on the positive side, huh? Well…you have to admit they’re all pretty hot. I mean, I’ve never seen such muscly men before, save for the blacksmith. Ours are all so scrawny. And I never thought I was into muscly men, but maybe I have a type. Maybe it’s them. I mean, a less scary version of them.”

She keeps staring.

I sigh. She knows me too well. “I was just thinking about having sex with them.” I am. And I’m terrified.

“Sex with them?” Wisp repeats, almost as if the notion is shocking.

“Well, not about having sex with them, but just about what it would be like. It’s obviously going to happen, but I don’t know how.” Will I just be walking down a hall, have my dress flipped up, and have a tiny dick thrusting into me? Will those hairy sacks smack me from behind? And will I be expected to sleep with all three of them?

“Don’t know how sex happens.” Wisp is teasing me.

“Not really.” I mean, I saw the lake thing. I’ve heard people talk about it. I generally know what meat pole goes into what hole, but that’s not what I mean. “There’s three of them. As far as I know, there’s only one place their… thing is supposed to go, right?”

“Three on one,” Wisp says knowingly.

“No no no! That’s too many dicks and too few holes. But is that what they expect? Or will it be one at a time, but in succession? That sounds exhausting too, but not as bad as trying to squeeze three tiny dicks into one hole. Couldn’t that end up taking a lot of time? Will I be up all night every night?”

“Sounds exhausting.” She’s right. It does.

“It would be so tiring.” Yet, I wonder if I should even be worried about that. Maybe when we reach their home, they’ll continue to not want anything to do with me… and maybe that’s what I should be hoping for. “Do you think they’ll even want to have sex with me? Or will they just do it out of a royal obligation?”

“Sex obligation.” She sounds a little sad. Like she wanted better for me.

That makes two of us.

“You probably aren’t wrong,” I tell Wisp

Wisp disappears, and disappointment flows through me. I finally had a friend to talk to. For just a minute, I wasn’t lonely.

Trying to fight my sadness, I glance out the window, and my stomach drops. Prince Arlys is riding right outside the window.

How long has he been out there? I feel the heat rising in my face as I rundown the conversation Wisp and I just had. Oh man. What did he hear? How much did he hear?

His gaze catches mine, and I can’t read his expression. “We’ll arrive at Castle MoonFall in a few minutes.”

I want to sink into this seat and disappear into the cushions. He had to have heard me. He must be thinking I’m some kind of sex-crazed pervert. Is he going to think I’ll be banging his brains out tonight?

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