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Looking down, I caught sight of Lennox wrapping a hand around Callum’s dick, his mouth taking the head of him inside as he sucked him down. Once, twice, a third time. I clenched my core at the sight, earning a groan from Brannoc, who dipped his forehead to my shoulder, breathing rapidly. Lennox slipped his mouth off of Callum with a pop before guiding Callum’s cock to my entrance.

Brannoc pushed my hips down onto Callum’s dick slowly, and I felt every bit of having both of them inside me, gasps of desperation slipping from my lips. My brain was so far from any coherent thoughts at this point. Only able to revel in the pleasure that they were bringing me. “Fuck. I feel every inch of you,” Brannoc cursed to Callum.

“No. Shit. But fuck, this feels so fucking good,” Callum agreed as he finally slipped all the way into place.

“You hear that, my Queen? You hear what you do to your men? It’s all for you. Everything perfect in this world is you,” Arryn praised me, and I lapped it up, glowing from his words. “Now, lean forward and take Baer into your mouth. He’s been waiting so patiently to be inside you.”

I leaned forward as Baer inched closer to Callum until his knees were pressed against his shoulder, his dick leaking precum as I extended out, using my tongue to lap up the drop. All my men groaned at the sight as I sucked Baer fully into my mouth, curses falling from his lips. “So, fucking hot, my Queen. We’re almost ready. I just need you to wrap a hand around Nox’s dick. Stroke him while you suck Baer.”

My weight shifted until I was leaning fully onto one hand, Callum’s hands back on my waist to help hold me up. As soon as I was settled, I wrapped a hand around Lennox’s dick, pumping up and down, spreading his precum around the head with my thumb before going back down his shaft. Pulling back, I found Arryn’s hungry gaze as I asked, “What about you?”

He smacked my ass. “Did I tell you to stop sucking Baer’s cock?” I moaned as I pulled him back into my mouth, working him as I waited for Arryn’s answer. He leaned down to whisper into my ear, though I knew they all heard it. “While they all fuck your delectable body, I’m going to take Brannoc’s ass. And then, when he’s finished inside you, I’m going to replace him and fuck your ass until you’re screaming my name.”

I moaned and tensed my muscles at his words, all of my men that were currently inside me moaning in response. “Fuck, Killer. I’m not going to last long. Shit.” Baer’s words came to me like a prayer, his breaths rushing in and out as we climbed that peak together.

Arryn’s fingers played with my clit and dipped inside briefly with Callum’s dick before pulling away, my arousal dripping between us and from his fingers. Arryn moved from my sight, but then I felt Brannoc tensing at my back. His cock jumped inside me and caused Callum and I to moan at the movement. “So fucking perfect, Brannoc. This ass is mine,” Arryn said, praising our Raven as he panted behind me.

Brannoc’s forehead found my shoulder again as curses fell from his lips, nearly incoherent in their fervency. “Take my dick, Brannoc. All of it. There. Just like that,” Arryn continued, and I wished I could witness this moment, but I was currently preoccupied and full.

“Now, we can move. Show our girl just what she does to us. How powerful our Queen is.” Arryn’s words released them all. Brannoc and Callum pulled out slowly as I moaned around Baer’s dick. Baer’s hands tangled into my hair, holding my head still as he began to thrust inside my mouth. The feel of Lennox’s dick sliding in and out of my hand as I twisted it at the same time as Brannoc and Callum thrust into me had our moans mixing in the air, pleasure a heady scent that had us all succumbing to our own desires as we chased release together.

Brannoc stilled inside me, his dick swelling as Callum continued to thrust. I could feel each of Arryn’s thrusts as it pushed Brannoc deeper into me. “Fuck, Arryn. Shit. I’m going to come,” Brannoc pleaded with Arryn as he picked up pace, his hips slapping against Brannoc’s ass ruthlessly. Baer’s thrusts picked up as well until he was coming down my throat. I swallowed every drop as he collapsed back to catch his breath.

“Holy shit, Killer. Best blow job ever,” he praised me. I continued to twist my wrist around Lennox’s thrusts into my hand, leaning over until I could take him inside my mouth. He started pumping into my mouth until Callum’s hands found his balls, squeezing them and rolling them. A curse flew from Nox’s lips. Wanting desperately to watch him fly apart and swallow his release, I reached around behind him, pushing the tip of my finger inside of him. Just that slight penetration had him flying over the edge.

I clamped down at the sight of Nox’s release, coming as fingers pinched my nipples and strummed my clit, dragging Brannoc over with me. “Fuck!” I cried out, my voice hoarse as I panted.

“Shit. Shit,” Callum chanted as he fought off his own release, his hands bruising my hips as he gripped me desperately. I fell forward as Brannoc pulled out of me, some of his cum dripping down the backside of my thigh.

Fingers dipped down and scooped it up, pushing it into my pussy with Callum’s dick, earning curses from both of us as he leaned over my back. “One day soon, our seed is going to take root, and we’re going to grow a child together, my Queen. Until then, we’re going to do a lot of practicing.”

He withdrew his fingers and lined himself up to my ass, but I tensed, completely over-sensitized after that last orgasm, unsure if I could go another round. “You’re going to take me, Rhowyn. You’re going to take all the pleasure that I can give you, and you’re going to love it. Isn’t that right, Callum?” Arryn asked my final consort.

Callum tipped my chin up again, kissing me briefly before pulling back. “Let them watch what we give our Queen. She can take everything we can give her and more.”

With those words, Arryn thrust forward roughly, and I cried out, my body waking instantly. Callum’s hands lifted me so he could thrust in and out. Mouths found my nipples and toyed with them as another mouth found my clit, tongue flicking back and forth as Callum and Arryn chased their release relentlessly. Their pace was punishing, and I knew I’d feel it tomorrow, but just as he had promised, I was climbing up, up, up until I reached the pinnacle. For a moment, I hovered right there at the top, my orgasm so close until Callum swore, stiffening and driving deep inside of me. His cum bathed my insides and pushed me over with him. I clamped down as I threw my head back with a scream, my vision blacking out entirely with the intensity of my climax and the feel of his knot inside me. Finally, Arryn thrust one final time into me. “That’s my Queen,” he praised as he came.

We collapsed onto each other into a pile of sweaty and tangled bodies, Arryn sliding until I wasn’t bearing his full weight underneath him. Leaning over, he smoothed the hair from my forehead, kissing me gently. “Sleep, my Queen,” he instructed me. And while laying on top of Callum’s chest, his knot and erection still deep inside me, I did just that. Every ounce of pleasure had been wrung from my body until I felt I was glowing from the inside out.

Chapter Thirty: Rhowyn

I startled awake, nightmares chasing me through the darkness to cut across the peace I had found. Having grown up haunted by them, I was all too familiar with demons like this. In time, they would fade, never fully disappearing but their edges would become less jagged, dulled over the blunt edge of truth. Ever present, but no longer cutting me mercilessly until I bled from my soul, the light draining through the wounds so that an infection of malignant ghosts wouldn’t permeate my spirit.

I recognized these truths, but that knowledge didn’t calm my racing heart or stop my clammy skin from freezing as the air brushed it upon sitting up. Despite the warmth surrounding me with my men all still sleeping soundly beside me, the cold nipped along my exposed skin. Over and over, a single image flashed through my mind every time I closed my eyes. In my dreams, the children would cry out, begging me to help them, though my feet were mired in concrete, impotent and unable to get closer to them. I watched them die, and as they took their last breath, their eyes snapped open to condemn me to Hell for bringing this upon them.

Just thinking about it now, I knew I needed to get away, needed to walk the Keep to soothe my panic. My men were successful in driving the message home. I wasn’t to blame for what had happened to them. I may have been the catalyst, but so many more children would die if I didn’t step in and stop Titania. War was never pretty. War tore families apart, leaving everyone touched for lifetimes as the echo of those lost souls reminded us of what was possible, of the importance of avoiding such an outcome.

Slowly and carefully, I extricated myself from the limbs that had wrapped around me like the roots of a tree, which were known to entangle bicycles and cars until they became a part of the tree itself. Still, Lennox’s and Arryn’s eyes found me in the darkness. “Go back to sleep. I just need to walk, to be alone for a little bit,” I urged them.

Arryn nodded, but as I climbed from the bed, I caught Arryn staring Lennox down, a command in that look, and I knew that they wouldn’t let me wander unprotected. Sighing, I accepted it, not willing to fight them on this as long as he left me to my thoughts. I threw on my leathers and one of the guys’ shirts, Callum’s by the smell, leaving my feet bare so I could feel the cool stone under my feet and with the ability to move silently through the halls.

Not waiting for Lennox to follow, I opened the door without a hitch, leaving it open for him to follow me through the night. Thankfully, he kept his distance, not speaking a word. As I passed the occasional guard staggered throughout the Keep, I nodded a silent greeting to them, and they let me be, a simple dip of their heads the only acknowledgment in return.

We hadn’t asked for this fight, had been willing to go about this the right way by allowing the trials to run their course, but Titania was having none of it. Often on Earth, I found myself upset about the injustices I found, the cost of having such a large population under one rule of law. People would always fall through the cracks, usually those most vulnerable.

Trailing my fingers along the wall, I thought about why that was. I didn’t claim to have all the answers, certain I would make mistakes, especially early on in my rule, but the one thing I could do was adapt changes to the problems I had seen on Earth and in Avalon. I had railed against the system on Earth and those who seemed so oblivious to the problems that were just under their nose if only they’d open their eyes wide enough to see them. The first thing I’d do is find those who needed help recovering from the damage that Titania had brought about.

Cashel Ri had more than enough wealth to ensure that everyone had what they needed, and I would have the power to redistribute the gold and gems for a better purpose. On Earth, I was powerless to affect those changes. I was poor and without magic, but here I would be the one responsible for ensuring that we rebounded to a point where everyone could prosper. And instead of having only a few decades to accomplish those changes, I would have centuries. Centuries with men by my side, who felt the same way I did.

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