“No—she does!” Vall points at me.
Only problem is, I’m getting fucked six ways to yesterday and I’m in no condition to makeanyrules, much less speak. Lukain has my ass plugged and I can feel him squelching around with Garro’s slick cum inside me and it’s so filthy and beautiful.
I moan and scream, “Stop fighting each other andfight my cunt, you idiots!”
My body pushes forward from Lukain finishing inside me, ass rising, thighs jiggling, and then I’m biting the sheets as my mates slide into me from the back. Vallan gets my ass and Skartovius gets my pussy—turns out the oldest onedidget what he wanted after all.
My two largest mates make me see sounds as they bring the bed crashing in on itself with their raucous fucking. I yelp as I fall through the middle of the mattress and the headboard comes flying down to crush me—
Caught by Vallan before it can squish me, though I’m sure a squishier Hellwhore is exactly what my mates would have liked.
He uses the now-diagonal headboard as leverage to slam into me, grunting and growling, while I can feel Skar filling my depths with more of his essence.
Before long, I’m lifted off the broken bed and my curvy body is thrown across a table, which also breaks and shatters within ten minutes of illicit use. My mates are so obsessed with every fold and curve and sound of me that they simply can’t stop from breaking every piece of furniture while we finish our raucous evening.
What’s worse is that the room and its furniture doesn’t belong to us. So we’ll have to pay for all this damage. It isn’t the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last.
The first year of Twin Haven’s resurgence was a stressful, groundbreaking period. There were many growing pains to iron out to combine the mountain city of Olhav and the valley city of Nuhav into one proper metropolis.
Following Father Cullard’s death and some logistical planning, we marched into Olhav and claimed ownership of the mountain city, putting the vampires to heel for the first time in over a century.
Without proper leadership or overlords or overladies, the fractured remnants of the Olhavian armies swiftly folded. They were pushed off the mountain in some instances—if they wouldn’t acquiesce to our demands of peace—while others were forced to drink Silverblood to steal the wicked tendencies and vileness from their minds.
We created a more peaceful, docile vampire, if it can be believed. All thanks to the obsessed mind of my mother, Jinneth.
Because of all her work, Jinneth was given a proper Alchemical Wing, named the ceremonial leader of the wing, and given a team of hardworking former Chained Sisters to help her run it. My nightlady-turned-prisoner-turned-rebel mother became Twin Haven’s foremost expert in all things science, alchemy, and the inexplicable. Even now, her team is working on new concoctions to cure vampirism and transform what we know is possible.
Captain Rirth leads the joint Military Wing. They no longer call themselves the Silverknights because that brings up harsh memories of wars between vampires and humans, and we’re trying to avoid those traumatic memories. He even has vampires in his ranks now, with the Red Spawn needing somewhere to goafter their internal conflicts lowered their number from thirty-five to five.
Turns out constant conflict and death wasn’t in their best interest either, it just took them a while to realize it. Liolen’s mercenaries, Barnabac’s soldiers, and Aramastun’s judgemen also commingle within Rirth’s military. Some of them forced, some of them not; it’s a bit of a hodgepodge that’s going to take years to settle.
Rirth’s new wife, Palacia, is the Interfolk Ambassador for Twin Haven, and the rumors and gossip about her make Pala the talk of the town. She’s both beautiful and stern, kind and indifferent, making her a perfect representative for the interfolk of our little society, who have always needed a helping hand from persecution.
Imis is our freshly minted Knowledge Wing coordinator, which makes perfect sense for the book-learning, bespectacled woman. It was Skartovius’ idea to renew the Knowledge Ward in a way that would be open for both vampires and humans to learn of our combined cultures. With the vampires being more docile now, it’s actually working. There is currently a gigantic library being built in Twin Haven into side of the Olhavian Peaks—accessible at the top levels by the vampires, and at the bottom levels by the humans.
As my mates finish fucking and filling me, leaving me a sopping mess across the broken table, I’m ready to pass out. But the evening is so nice, the breeze so soft through our balcony window, that I clamber onto my feet with a groan and wander to the balcony once we’re done. I’m so filled I feel like I’m sloshing as I move, and my skin turns clammy from the chill breeze against my heated flesh.
Leaning over the railing, I smile.
A vast ocean of undulating black tides greet me with a pleasant sound and the scent of salty air. It’s dark and quiet here,and I only wish my mates could see this view during the day—they’d be astounded to see what the ocean looks like when the sun is out.
Twin Haven wasn’t always as well-oiled as we’ve made it. It’s taken a year to get things even marginally situated for peaceful living.
No, at first, we stuck to our command posts. Vallan led the Military Ward, Garroway led the Intelligence Ward, Lukain led the Faith Ward, and Skartovius led the Commerce Ward. I was in charge of the Judgment Ward overlooking all the others. We had to do this to bring Olhav to its knees, conquering the vampires and breaking them.
Once we returned to Nuhav triumphant, everyone assumed I would lead the twin cities. I had been the rebel leader. The Bitch-Queen of the Firehold, the Hellwhore of Nuhav, the Commandress of the Revolutionaries.
Who else would be suited to the task? Everyone knew me. Everyone came to me for guidance—humans and vampires alike.
So imagine their surprise when I . . . vanished.
With a snap of their fingers, just like that, the Hellwhore was gone.
And instead, the people were greeted bytwoleaders: a little old lady who had seenmuchmore than I ever have, and her stout, loud, enthusiastic wife.
Iron Sister Keffa and Jinneth are excellent diplomats and leaders for Twin Haven, to usher in a new society.
Meanwhile, I decided to leave the war-torn cities with my mates after building them back up stone by stone. Even now, we’re in some far-off port city staring down at a blackened sea on a moonlit night, smiling broadly, knowing how far we’ve come. The world is too vast to get cooped up in one place forever, and now I need someadventure.