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Marit swallowed and dragged his forearm across his mouth. "Go, Peter. I'm about to blow."

Marit fisted his cock and clenched down on me. I grabbed his hips with both hands and thrust with all mymight, driven by his urgent tone, commanding that I go faster and harder. Marit uttered a warning and then came in his hand. His ass squeezed me tight and spasmed, sending me over the edge, and I emptied myself a second time.

Totally spent, I pulled out carefully and flopped onto the bed next to Corbi, so close to passing out I couldn't even open my eyes. "Danke, thank you, that was so good."

Corbi hummed approval and handed me a damp washcloth to wipe off. "Off to dreamland, Peter. Marit and I will clean up."

"He fucks us and then falls asleep," teased Marit.

Corbi agreed. "He can take all that energy and funnel it into his workouts and chores instead of pumping our asses full of his cum."

Oh, I could do all three of those. No need to choose.

"I love you both," I whispered. "Ich liebe euch."

Corbi kissed me. "Goodnight,Mausi."

Chapter Fifteen: Marit

Two months later

I lounged on the bed, my book propped against my knees, while Corbi snoozed next to me. It was late afternoon, and he had come back from the clinic a bit early and had already done his cleansing spiritual practices and bathing.

He shifted and reached out and touched me. I moved my book over so I could hold his hand. "You awake?"

"Ngh," he answered. "This is the strangest thing I've ever said, but having so much sex is kind of wearing me out."

I brought his hand up and kissed it. "Tell Peter. He doesn't want you worn out. He can go a few days, taking care of himself. Unless you want to finally allow him to bottom for us like he wants. Then I can take a break from bottoming for him every morning."

Corbi's eyes flew wide. "You've…wait…"

Hesat up, and I mirrored him. "Ja?"

Corbi shook his head in disbelief. "You've been letting him fuck you in the mornings, and here I am letting him top me in the evenings, when we could have been trading off to give ourselves a break?"

I huffed as the pieces fell together. "I should have asked you about it. I was just giving him what he wanted and letting my own sex drive kick up a bit."

"We've been utterly spoiling him!" Corbi exclaimed.

"Why am I not surprised?" I tossed back.

Corbi grinned and shoved my shoulder playfully. "I'm just so glad to see him healthy and with so much energy."

Peter truly had recovered over the last two months. His body had put on weight and was starting to fill out, the stress of hunger in the forest mostly behind him.

Over the winter, Corbi and I had discussed things and also floated the topic to some of the monks that outranked us, about whether we'd be allowed to come back if we left temporarily. Corbi phrased it as wanting to investigate medical technologies he hadn't been exposed to before. He'd ambitiously told his superior at the clinic that he wanted to petition the city-state of Vienna to see their medical clinics and offer his services to train in etheric healing if they were interested. Traveling straight across Danubian lands sounded risky at best, but at least somewhere in there, we'd get to see Wren.

The answer both from the doctors and the librarians I'd talked to had been the same: usually the instructors and leaders of the monastery didn't allow young monks backafter they set out into the world. They wouldn't give us permissions ahead of time that would protect us. So we could try it, but it might not work.

Though it sounded like we had options. Ceridor had been antsy to get out again, so we had him deliver a letter to Wren for us in town, just a coded message offering our general blessing, asking for his, and telling him to let us know where we could meet. Since we didn't know exactly where Wren's letters had come from, Ceridor had questioned the postal messenger in the village and been able to at least get it sent to the closest outpost. The one reply we'd gotten had said he would come to us, and that we had his blessing, though the details had been left out. There was still a lot of filling in to do in person.

Emboldened by Peter's enthusiasm for his second chance at life, and my unexpectedly pulling him back from the subtle planes, I found I cared less and less what the older monks thought about my potential life choices. Wren had already left; Corbi was pretty burnt out; and Peter was take-it-or-leave-it in terms of monastery life, since I could train him in magic personally. This had been my home for thirteen years, but that didn't mean I needed to stay here forever. With Corbi and Peter at my side, we'd figure something out.

"Hey."

We looked up to see Peter in the doorway, beaming at us. He'd truly come into his own and somehow managed to burn so brightly even cooped up in a monastery in the snowy alpine winter. He'd begun magicaltraining in earnest and practiced his memory techniques and breathing exercises diligently, interspersed between all the chores he did to pay back for his medical care. Maybe he was trying to impress us, but Corbi and I were just happy to see him running around.

"Dinner's ready soon—soup tonight," he reported, wiggling his eyebrows like this was exciting, when in fact we ate a lot of savory soups in the winter because it was a good way to stretch our food stores.

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