Demons End (Tremble Island) (16 page)

“I could only hope for your return, both of you. You must tell me what happenstance found the two of you on that ship. I know you were there, for I traced your essence, and your friend, Lord Pudding Bottom, bragged of your demise once I brought him here as my guest. Wensel must have followed you somehow.” He felt her banshee’s greedy intake of the energy that always hung in the air in the caverns of Demons End.

“That is good, feed the Hag so she will leave us in peace later. Let us go to our quarters and you can tell me of your adventures. I have missed you, but seeing you together gives me hope that our mate has accepted and embraced her role with the two of us.”

He continued to carry her, clinging to his body, with her legs wrapped around his waist and head on his shoulder. The banshee was purring in contentment for the third time in her life and Wensel silently gave thanks to the Goddess. Now, if they could come to some comfortable understanding of this mating thing, her life would be as content as the gluttonous banshee felt at this moment.

Chapter Fourteen

She had not meant to cling to Koler like this. She refused to hide her emotions from the two handsome males. Through the trek home to Morlien Hall, she had done nothing but think about the males. She was seated in a comfortable chair while Koler fetched them a light meal to feed their bodies.

Leroi kept smiling at her, until she threw her shoe at him, and he outright laughed. “I told you that we are ideal mates, did I not?” He came to her, scooped her into his arms, and settled himself down where she had been moments before. “Now will you believe that you cannot harm either Koler or me? Your fears are no longer valid, my love. I can feel the cat purr, and the other one is ready to nap.” His hands rubbed along her muscles and shoulders.

When she squirmed, she felt his prick thicken under her thigh and sat as still as she could. All she needed was for Koler to come into the room and see her and Leroi in a passionate embrace to make the situation more difficult. She glanced toward the direction he had gone and sat staring at him standing a few feet from where they were. There was no anger or jealously in his gaze. The only discernible emotion she could find was—lust? Did seeing her in another male’s arms inspire him to grow heated in that way? She allowed her eyes to travel over the tall muscular male that claimed her as his mate and drew in a deep breath to see the bulge rising from his crotch, almost to his navel. His eyes never strayed from hers as he placed the tray in his hands on a small table near the wall, and advanced toward them.

“It has been too long and I have worried too much for this to not be a necessity. I have a need to bury my cock deep inside your kitty and hear you purr for me, Wensel. I will lick your cream, and satisfy my thirst, then, I will spear you onto my cock, and hold you open for Leroi to join us. That is my truth for you to say yes or no to. If your answer is no, please do not toy with my affection, for I have spent many hours in remembrance of being buried deep inside of your tight body.”

For all of her life she had wanted to belong, to have someone that would not be harmed by her affection and love. She could not blame her decision on the way Leroi toyed with her breasts, or the way his sneaky fingers slipped under her shift, to play with the curls covering her center. She felt her womb contract, and looked at Leroi before making her mind up. These males offered her everything, and Leroi kept playing with her body while staring at her face intently. There was only one thing for her to do once she saw the same hunger in his eyes as Koler had.

“I am not certain how to go about this mating, but I am not willing to walk away from either of you. I believe you have slipped into my heart as well as my body.” The shift was pulled over her head within seconds, and the three of them were kneeling on the thick rug before she knew how she had gotten there. Two male heads were at her chest and both breasts were being pulled between the males’ lips. Their hands roamed at will over every curve and crevice of her body, and she screamed in happiness when Koler lay down on the rug and pulled her over his face to open her up for his hungry mouth.

“This kitty is beautiful, Wensel. Such a good pussy, such a sweet pussy, to give me your cream like this. Do you see Leroi’s cock waiting to sink into your lovely bottom? You might enjoy his prick with your mouth while I enjoy you with mine.” Aside from a few slurping noises and groans each time she felt yet more of her juices fall from her tunnel onto his tongue, he concentrated on the task of driving her passions higher. She looked to the side and saw Leroi’s thick cock hanging from the patch of dark frizzy hair and licked her lips, before licking the small drops of liquid fire from the tip.

The cock jumped up and bobbed when she licked it like that, and she wanted to see it happen again. She became fascinated by the way his prick looked, it was a beautiful appendage. Her fingers traced the long veins bumping up under the smooth skin, before she took the dark rose-colored head into her mouth. Her tongue teased the single slit, and she set her teeth to lightly scrape the skin around the opening. She smiled as she felt him begin to shake. He pulled his cock from her, and stepped out of her reach, and bent to kiss and lick her breasts. “Is Koler making you feel good, little kitty?” There was no denying that she was enjoying the attentions of the talented mouth and fingers working her body into a mass of pleasure. He sucked the small muscle that gave her such pleasure when he tormented it, into his mouth and two fingers sank deep inside her slippery tunnel. He made a humming sound and curled his fingers, dragging them out slowly, repeating the treatment again, and yet again until she broke. The sounds screaming from her open mouth gave him cause to keep his fingers over that small patch of flesh inside of the channel that was trying to suck his fingers deeper for her enjoyment. Her hips bucked and Leroi pinched her nipples as she rode out her need on Koler’s thick fingers.

Leroi loved seeing her head fall back as she screamed through her first climax of the night. Once she had quieted a bit, he plucked her from Koler’s fingers and mouth and reversed her body on top of his friend. He helped her straddle the thick prick standing straight, waiting its turn to sink into her wet depths.

While Koler held her breasts in his hands and twisted her hard nipples, Leroi fingered her wetness, pulling the slick juice up her slit and into the small opening of her rear hole. He slid one finger past the tight ring of muscle and groaned, before pulling his digit back and adding a second finger to help widen the pathway for his cock. He gathered more of her slick lubricant, and continued to widen her hole, until she shuddered, and Koler slid his prick steadily inside the warm wet heat. He slowly drew back, and pushed her hips down further each time, forging a path for his thick prick, to the mouth of her womb.

Leroi placed the head of his cock where he had just removed his fingers and held the cheeks of her ass wide for his purpose of getting as deep inside of the tight hole as his cock would go. Once the head of his cock was inside the ringed muscle, the entire length of his pride followed so very slow, that she was fucking herself on Koler’s prick, and taking his cock deeper with each thrust of her hips. He let one of the mounds of flesh in his hands go and reached around her to pull at the tiny but powerful muscle of her clit. Two wiggles of his fingers on that muscle helped her to achieve the most enjoyment as possible. As her body began to clamp and release in both of her filled openings, she felt the heat of their seed sluicing into her and completely lost her mind in pleasure. “Yes, oh Goddess, yes. She ground her body down hard on Koler and his shout of completion matched Leroi’s, as his body jerked under Wensel.

Leroi pulled her to the side and off Koler, who was still breathing deeply and twitching. “Do you see what we can offer you, my love? Will you stay and be our love and laughter in this dark place?”

It took no time for her to decide that yes, she would stay with them, She now had more than enough to make her happy. There would be no need to worry about harming either male, and every reason to believe that as long as they were together, no wish was too farfetched for her to achieve. She could give no other answer than a jubilant yes. “You will see the true Hag as you have labeled her, should you try to run from me now. I will be happy and proud to call you my spouses, my mates.

“We must find a small hut or hovel to stay in, for Arial cannot be raised in the darkness and thrive.” She continued to make plans, and the demons grinned at each other.

They retired to Koler’s room where the sleeping pallet took up most of the small space. Lying between her handsome mates, Wensel again thanked the Goddess and whatever fates had intervened on her behalf. She knew she wore a silly grin as she drifted to sleep, but the giddy feeling refused to leave her brain, and she rejoiced in her circumstance. She was happy, truly happy for the first time in her adult life.

The next morning, one of the Amazons from the Tremble forces came to the demons cavern and began yelling into the darkness for the demons to come to meet with Lord Lion. Had she ventured fifty feet into the darkness, she would have been shocked to see a beautifully appointed room made comfortable by rugs on the stone floor and draperies on the walls. Since no one ventured that far inside the cavern, no one knew the place was actually very livable, and aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

Wensel felt pride in her mates as she stood between them in front of the Lords and Lady of Tremble. She was ready to defend any actions that would be leveled at her mates and was itching for someone to accuse them of wrongdoing. The words from Lord Lion Tremble deflated her readiness, for it was not needed.

“After much consideration, and watching your interaction with the beings here at the Hall, I have come to the conclusion that you were correct in saying that you have an important role in our society. I am reminded of the balance between natural beings and those of a dual nature, and what it takes to keep the balance from becoming toppled from the middle to one side. You have told me of the history of the Hall and this place, that too is something I have taken into consideration.” Lion paused, then glanced at the small crowd of villagers, none of whom seemed intimidated or overly frightened by the sight of two Demon Princes and the small woman between them.

“I have decided this place will revert to the former name of Demons End. Prince Koler and Prince Leroi will rule this place and make it thrive as it did before the well meaning ancestors of Tremble Island took control of this place. You have the backing of Tremble should the need arise.”

The demonic grins upon the faces of the Princes made Lion laugh. He might not like everything Koler had done, or even said for that matter, but the future of this place would be a bright one. The Princes of darkness would see to it.

Epilogue

Four months later:

Peter came running into the Hall yelling at the top of his lungs for everyone to come and hear something. Four adults followed the boy to the bank of the river and stood with various looks of amazement. Sitting in the middle of the water on a rock, was Aria. The beautiful sounds coming from her throat, gave even the hardened new cook at Demons End, cause to wipe the tears from his eyes. It had been years since Waller had enjoyed the song of a siren.

Her voice echoed along the small hills and attracted some of the villagers, and on the opposite bank of the river, there was a collection of shifters that paused in their pursuits to listen to the sweet clear voice coming from the young girl. When her song was finished, she noticed her audience was clapping their hands and begging for more. She shook her head, and looked for her friend, Peter. He was standing with his friend, Waller, and kept the grin on his face when she stuck her tongue out at him. The crowd laughed, but she swam to the shore where Wensel and her mates stood waiting for her.

*****

The Lords’ Lion and Nord watched as the greatest dual natured Army that had ever been assembled on the Island file into the large meeting room. This meeting would determine which Hall of Care they needed to sort out next. So far three of the Halls had been sorted out.

Of the Twelve Halls of Care on the Island of Tremble, six had fallen into the hands of evil and self-entitled overlords and their minions. The city of Tremble was still being overrun by refugees from the remaining three Halls and something must be done, and done soon. There were beings standing idle on a daily basis, and that could not be allowed to continue.

Repatriating citizens from the newly named and re-established three Halls had become absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, the refugees had become so comfortable at Tremble that they refused to give up their new and better circumstances to return to their homelands to start their lives over yet again. Lord Lion had been forced to issue an edict that there would be no more refugees allowed to establish businesses nor intermarry with the citizens of the city of Tremble, unless the citizens understood they would be forced to leave the city once their new spouse’s homelands became secure for them to return.

The remaining three Halls that needed securing must be done soon. After they were re-established, Lord Tremble had plans to send beings to every Hall of Care, Emissaries of sorts, to ensure this kind of thing would never happen again. To have virtually half of the Halls being run by despots and cruel overlords was inexcusable. Now they would be dealt with, and the refugees would be forced to go home and take what they had learned at Tremble to improve each Hall and its citizens’ needs.

Trundle, Mouse, Wolf, and Spike, along with ten others sat in on the meeting. Unfortunately, the remaining three Halls were at three separate ends of the Island, and that would be stretching the Army of Tremble too thin to separate into three groups. They would need to go directly from one to the other, in a triangular map of the Island.

They would decide which Hall to strike first today. The journey would be long no matter which Hall was chosen. On the plus side, they now had an elite segment of the Army. They were organized and loyal to the death. They were trained to fight and use their instincts and assess a particular situation before rushing headlong into battle. They were called the Amazon Army of Tremble, and they were lethal to their enemies.