And I say to myself,Progress isn’t a straight line. We have to start somewhere, right? That new beginning we all dream of—that peace we long for and prosperity we fight for . . . it can begin right here, right now.
Epilogue
One Year Later
My mates have been competing to see who will be the first one to pump a dhampir whelp into me. They’d all like to see me constantly swollen with child, infecting the world with their half-blood spawn. And they’re doing their damnedest to make that possibility a reality.
Currently it’s Skartovius, burying his huge cock into me straight-on, slamming home and keeping my arms pinned above my head. From my back, I rock to and fro on the edge of the bed, my wide plush ass slapping loudly against his hard hips. My thick legs are raised on his shoulders, shaking, and I moan incessantly as he squelches in and out of my soaked cunt, filling me completely.
“You nobleblood bastaaard!” I yell, kicking my legs so my ankles hop on his shoulders while he keeps my jiggling thighs squeezed together so my muscles constrict on his fat cock.
“Keep telling me how much you hate me, little temptress,” he croons, smiling devilishly as he bends forward and kisses me like an animal—all tongue and wetness.
“I don’t hate you, asshole. I love youuu!”
My words turn him feral. He bites into my neck and my eyes roll as I unravel, the siphon of lust swirling through me and stealing my thoughts as he fucks and feeds.
My heart launches to my throat when he drinks a bit too much Loreblood and I get lightheaded. Next thing I know, he’ssomehowbiggerinside me, throbbing and pulsating, and he growls as he rails me again.
Every curve on my body swings and sways with momentum, until I’m nearly punching myself in the damned face with my hopping tits. He rolls me onto the side, handling me like he owns me, and straddles my lower leg while side-fucking me into oblivion.
When he pumps his cum deep into my womb, I’m plugged so tightly that nothing comes out when he pulls back. Something inside me tells me torunfrom these animals, so I get on my hands and knees, whining and mewling—
Only for Vallan to meet me at the other side of the bed with a dark grunt. “Where do you think you’re going, silverblood?”
I plant my hands on his sturdy hips, diving my head forward toward his thighs, while he plants his thick cock inside my mouth.
Lukain comes at me from behind, but Garroway gets in front of my disabled dhampir and chuckles, “Too slow!”
The cub spitroasts me with Vall, seesawing me back and forth on their dicks until I’m a moaning mess. His smaller hands dig into my bouncing ass, and I reach back to part my cheeks and show him what I want.
Garroway hops onto the bed, bends his knees, and angles himself down into my asshole. I howl on Vallan’s cock, eyes spinning again, my voice reverberating so hard on Vall’s shaft that he has to hold my face there, locked until my nose touches his belly, so he doesn’t explode down my throat too early.
Next I hear Garro gasping, and Lukain mutters, “Now who’s too slow, graybird?”
My one-legged dhampir fucks my bald dhampir from behind. He’s managed to climb onto the bed also, and his new wooden prosthetic certainly helps with that. Just a month ago, this wouldn’t have been possible. But the Grimsons were determinedto fasten something Lukain could use to walk steadier, and the result has been nothing short of amazing.
He even fucked me with that peg leg one time, though we haven’t told the others yet. It’s our little secret.
It’s a shame Garro gets to be the brunt of that amazement right now, but I’m indirectly impacted because Lukain fucking Garro’s ass means Garro throbs insidemyass.
I push myself back on the duo, until my thighs are slapping against Garro’s balls. I feel fingers stroking Garro at the base of his cock—Lukain fondling the cub while he buries himself inside my tight hole.
The sensations with these men are always otherworldly—ecstasy and animalistic behaviors coming out in full force. I don’t feel like myself when I’m rutting with my mates, and neither do they. We are so intrinsically connected, nothing surprises us anymore.
If Lukain wants to thrust himself inside Garroway and stroke him off while Garro finishes inside my wobbling rear and Vallan spills down my throat, no one is stopping them. It’s what we all want, and we’re constantly testing the boundaries of how kinky and sloppy and surreal we can make these evenings.
The only thing we won’t touch is Skartovius and Lukain getting near each other during these torrid times, because they’re half-brothers and that’s just . . . not part of our situation.
I start to wonder if tonight will be the night I’m finally bred by one of my mates, and which one it’ll be to get the bragging rights of being the father to my first child. I’m giddy at the thought—Would Garro’s baby be bald? Would Skar’s spawn have luscious auburn hair right out of the womb? Howbigwould Vallan’s whelp be?! I’ll need to make sure Lukain’s child never feels bad about him or herself, since they’ll be prone to it.
Or maybe I’m giddy because my mind is roving ravenously and no longer belonging to me. When Lukain strokes Garrowayhard enough to come inside me, he quickly pushes our cub aside and takes his place behind me.
Meanwhile, Skartovius is ready to go again, but now he’s arguing with Vallan about who gets my pussy.
“You just had her cunt!” Vall growls.
“Oldest gets to make the rules,” Skar argues.