The Fae' Hands

-- Written in a frenzy tonight with no editing! Sorry about that. I'm writing up a whole novel with this concept and a fleshed out world, but I wanted to get the main characters up here first, see if anyone has the same fucked up fantasies I do. Warning, story is often dark, the heroes are unapologetic and extremely not PC. They also do not get any form of better in this short story I've posted. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to read more! This is by far the lightest, least dark fantasy I've had floating around in my head. I'm almost scared to put the rest to ink. Please enjoy this MMF, forced, short story.--

Walking through the door to the fire tower that would be my home for the next few months felt like I had become Rapunzel in her tower. My loyal dog Shep led the way. My animal companion to make me my very own princess, like in all the stories. But I didn't have a prince coming to save me. I had chosen this life, this exile, this tower. Labor from sunrise to sunset, focused on the horizon, no time to think on the mess I'd made of my life.

When my ex, John, cheated on me, my world fell apart. We'd had a threesome with her at his insistence. I thought it was a one-time thing. He and she did not. As I moved out of our house, she moved in. Our friends sided with him, saying I was overreacting. I'd agreed to the threesome, I'd agreed to open our relationship. Only, I hadn't.

He'd wanted kids so badly. He was always talking about how good his genetics are, how adorable our children would be. I had an IUD in and he was so upset when I replaced it a few months ago. "You shouldn't make choices about our lives like that without consulting me," he'd said. It had led to a fight that I couldn't seem to recover from. The threesome was supposed to help. But, instead, she let him have what he wanted. She was already pregnant, and I was alone on the top of a mountain.

Days turned into weeks alone up here. Dust, fog, smoke, they all look alike to the untrained eye, and mine got trained quickly. Soon, the labor of focusing on the landscape around me stopped being labor and the feelings crept back. The years wasted, the friendships lost. All I truly had was in a tower in the middle of nowhere. And, the only people who knew if I was alive or dead were two other firewatch towers nearby with people in them I had never met.

This was supposed to be my escape. But even here, isolated as I was, I found myself haunted by the echoes of a life I couldn't go back to. The tower became less of a sanctuary and more of a cage, each sunrise a reminder of another day I was forced to confront my own failures.

I took to wandering the local area when the clouds and fog made it impossible to do my job. Shep was always by my side. My familiar, my sidekick. He had been John's dog too, but he had vehemently chosen my side in our breakup.

It was misty when I stumbled across a mountain lake. I hadn't seen it before. It was beautiful. So clear that you could see the round stones at the bottom ten feet out. It was clearer than the sky, reflecting the grey fog that clung to the air. Shep charged happily right into it, disturbing the calm waters as he playfully lapped at the waves of his own making. Laughing at him, I shucked my shoes and clothes. We were more than ten miles away from the nearest person and the mist prevented sight beyond a few dozen feet anyway. I wanted to swim with Shep.

It was chilly as I dipped my toes in. But, Shep was so excited. It got deep fast and I could still see my toes as I started treading the water. Shep kept running into the water, swimming to me, and swimming back to shore. He had a big, dopey dog grin on his face. Then, a splash behind me. It startled both of us and he started swimming towards the sound.

"Shep, no!" I cried out, swimming after him. I didn't know what had caused that splash, and I didn't want Shep to find out. Eventually, I caught up to him doing circles, panicking. It took me a second to calm him down, but as I looked around, I couldn't see the shore line. The fog was too thick. I looked down in the crystal clear water and saw the slope heading up in one direction so I began swimming us both that way.

It felt like a much longer swim. We were both panting and tired by the time we washed up on the stone beach. Shep ran out of the water and shook himself dry a few times. I got out myself to get dressed. I couldn't find my clothes.

"We must have gotten out at a different spot," I said to Shep, cursing my own recklessness. I had no way of finding our way back, no shoes, no clothes. All I could do was circle this lake until I found my clothes.

It was getting eerie as we walked along the beach. It seemed like a straight line. Just how big was this lake? I turned back to walk the other direction and screamed. Behind me, barely visible through the fog, was a person. I covered up my breasts and privates as best I could.

"Hello?" I called out. I didn't want to run into a man in the forest, but I certainly didn't want a random man in the forest to consider me weak or prey. I stood still as Shep's heckles started going up. The person began walking towards us, slowly taking shape. It was a man. A very large, muscular man.

"Hi, I went swimming in your lake, I'm so sorry! I seem to have lost my clothes." I said, laughing. Only, I stopped laughing when Shep started growling. "Sir? You should stay away from me. My dog is a trained protection dog," I lied. Trying to save myself. And yet, the man sauntered on. Closer and closer, I started making out more and more details.

Tall, very wide, muscular with muscles he clearly used. Not a body builder, but someone much stronger. Pale white skin, salt and pepper beard, short hair greying at the temples, sharp icy blue eyes, and... not wearing a shirt. His pants seemed to be made of some rough fabric. I started shaking as he kept coming. I could run, but where? I could fight, but he'd win and he might hurt Shep. All I could do was wait.

This man walked slowly up to me, like I was some prey creature he caught and stopped right in front of my trembling body, less than a foot away. He was deeply in my personal space and I was naked. And then he just stopped and stared at me.

"Hello," I managed to squeak out. "I'm Alina." I made to put out a hand to shake his, and then remembered I was naked. "Can you help me? I'm lost and I've misplaced my clothes."

My talking seemed to shake him out of whatever trance he was in. And then, a wicked grin appeared on his face. "Yes, of course I'll help you. What kind of help would fulfill your request?" he asked. His voice was rough and deep, and it sent shivers through my already shaking body.

"I just need to get dressed and find my things," I said. "They are somewhere on this pebble beach." With that, he grinned again, nodding.

"I can fulfill this request. Would you give me your hand? I'll put you on my back and carry you to clothing and your things." He reached his hand towards me and I flinched away. He stopped, but did not pull back.

"I'm not wearing anything and I'm not sure I'd be comfortable..." he cut me off with his words.

"Either you will ride on my back in comfort or you will stumble along the rocks and have to use your arms to balance yourself and I will see everything then. You will not be silly. You will give me your hand and I will take you home."

He was so stern looking. He never broke eye contact with me, barely seemed to be moving. I didn't want his help, I wanted him to go away. But, he was here and it was better to have him where I could see him than elsewhere. I slowly peeled my right arm off my breasts and reached it towards him. He did not move closer to me and waited until I placed my hand in his before grabbing me and roughly tossing me onto his back like I weighed nothing. Shep began barking and freaking out.

"Shep, I'm fine! I'm ok, boy." I yelled at him, a little shocked at how quickly my position had changed.

The man's head turned to look at Shep. "This is your creature?" he asked.

"Shep, my dog." I responded. "He's extremely well trained, so he won't attack you unless I ask him to."

"I shall give him no reason, then. Will you give me permission to care for Shep as well? I would like to give him a treat. I assume he is a carnivore and would enjoy some meat," the man said, bending down to get a better look at Shep who was staring at him with cold eyes.

"Yeah, you can give him a treat, but can we focus on getting my clothes?" I asked. As I did, for the first time, I saw the profile of the man as he turned back to look at me.

He grinned as he said "Yes, Alina. We will go get you dressed, find your things, and then I will care for you and Shep," he said. And I noticed that his ears were extremely long and pointed just before he took off at a full sprint.

Shep yelped and then struggled to keep up with us as he took off. I screamed and then clung tightly to his back, suddenly more afraid of falling off than my nakedness. He ran faster and smoother than I would have thought possible. And, it seemed easy. He calmly said "Would you please stop screaming, Alina? I will not hurt you."

He sprinted for a short while until coming up on a small camp. Just one large tent, a small fire and someone roasting meat on it. As we arrived, I tried to jump off his back, but the man held me tight.

"Fawke, back already? You best have found what you caught wind of..." A new voice called out from the tent. And, if I wasn't already on one of the biggest men I'd ever seen, a larger one came out of the tent, stopping when he saw us, his eyes flashing a yellow-green hue.

I was stunned into silence and was trying to make myself small on this man, Fawke's back. He slowly walked into camp, my struggles to be let free barely acknowledged. "Yes, friend. I have found my quarry. It was this creature. A woman. She is mine." Suddenly, as I started to raise objections, he dropped me, somehow onto a plush cushion. Startled, I made a sound. "She gave me her name freely and then accepted my help to get her dressed and find her things. She has given me her hand and permission to care for her and this dog, whose name is Shep." He gestured towards my German Shephard who had already come near me and collapsed, panting. It was a hand swim and then a hard run. I didn't blame him for being tired.

"Um, hi?" I squeaked out, covering myself again.

"Fawke. Introduce me." The taller man requested quietly, as if talking to a spooked horse.

"Alina, this is my partner, Gawin." Gawin knelt on one knee before me, his sun tanned skin a contrast to Fawke's pale moonlight skin. He had longer, sun bleached hair and a scruffy beard, some hair on his chest and tattoos of patterns and swirls in a shade of green that seemed as if it were glowing. He reached out towards me, then paused...

"Which hand, Fawke?" he asked, suddenly?

From inside the tent, Fawke yelled back "Right. If you desire, you may attempt the other. It would make me very happy to share." I looked back and forth confused by the conversation and the men, continuing to hug my knees to my chest. But, Gawain looked back at me with wide green eyes and reached out his hand. "Now that you know me, I would be honored if you gave me your name and allowed me permission to care for you and Shep alongside Fawke."

I paused, looking at him strangely. "I'm Alina and I don't need to be cared for, I just want to get my clothes and shoes so that I can get back to my tower and forget about this weird day." Gawin looked at me, tilting his head as if he were considering my words.

"You are in my camp, Alina. I would like to care for you both." At that point, Fawke came back out from the tent holding something and Gawin looked at him before grinning back at me and standing, bending back before me and offering his hand again. "Here, please allow me, and give me your hand." I reached out my right hand, still pulling my knees to my chest with my left but he looked at me strangely, and kept waiting, his right hand hovering closer to my left knee. I switched and gave him my left hand and he hoisted me up with an enormous smile before picking me up and spinning me around.

"Ah, Alina! You are so small, so delicate, and you will be well cared for indeed." He chuckled before placing me down. I was holding myself again and Fawke came to me, invading my personal space and getting behind me before saying "Please lift up your arms".

Hell, both these men had already seen me naked. What more humiliation could I truly face? So, standing between two enormous men, I raised my arms and stood naked as a soft shirt was draped over me. The feel of the fabric trickling down my body gave me goosebumps as it trailed along my nipples and down my back to swing just in front of my privates. When I lowered my arms, I saw it was a sort of very long dress? Chemise? And then I noticed the look on Gawin's eyes in front of me. He looked predatory. I looked back at Fawke in a panic only to see him staring down at me with the same gaze.

"Hey," I said, ducking out from between them. "Ok, so this has been great, thank you for the... shirt? I'm going to go find my clothes now."

They both started laughing again. Fawke took a step towards me and when I backed away, he stopped. "Alina, I have gotten you dressed. Now I would like to give you your things, as requested." I opened my mouth, gaping at him.

"I wanted to go back to my clothes!" I shouted at him.

"Alina, these are your clothes." With a rapid movement I couldn't have avoided, he had taken two large strides and was holding my right hand. "And these," he said, putting two rings on my hand, one on my ring finger and one on my thumb, "are your things." Something crept down my spine.

"What do you want with me?" I whispered.

"Alina, I don't know that you have anything left to offer," he said. The words sounded good, like he didn't plan on taking anything more from me, but he had a menacing smirk on his face.

"Then I'll be going now," I said and started to turn away from him. But, I found I couldn't. I couldn't move my feet. I tried to will my body to react for a second and then I immediately started tearing up, feeling powerless. "Fawke, what is going on?" I whispered.

Gawin came up behind Fawke, running his tanned hands along Fawke's back before putting his arm around Fawke's shoulder and coming to his side. Then, Fawke spoke, and the world I knew before was gone again.

"Alina, I am Fawke, King of the Wynneir. You are in the Fractured Kingdom of the Fae. You have given me your name, your right hand, accepted my help and agreed to let me care for you. You gave Gawin your left hand and permission to care for you as well. You have bound yourself to us very, very tightly." At that, Gawin smiled, gently took my left hand, and placed a ring on my ring finger and thumb. Fawke continued, "Alina, you are ours."

I sat there gawking. "Fae, like fairies? Are you guys LARPers?" I asked.

Gawin smiled and looked at his partner. "Fawke, this is cruel. She is human and does not know our ways nor our magicks." Then he turned back to me. "Alina, please go sit on the cushion by the fire. I will be there shortly to care for you."

Without intent, I started moving to the fire. It wasn't like my body had a mind of its own, just like I wanted to follow Gawin's order and did, even though I was fighting it in my mind. "What is going on?" I sobbed out as I sat on the cushion.

"We are going to care for you. Always, wife."

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Around the fire, Fawke and Gawin explained in great detail and showed me using my own body. They were fae. They had power over things they owned. And, because I owed Fawke a favor for 'helping me', had given Gawin my name and given them permission to care for me, they owned me. They owned Shep. We were like slaves, both of us, forced to do their bidding. Our own wills would betray us.

I sobbed. Gawin said "You are allowed to cry tonight only about this arrangement. Your life in the human world was meaningless or you would not have found the sacred pool. Here." he said, reaching out to me. "Place the marriage bands on my hand."

I gasped, "Married? We're also married?"

"What else do you think it means when you give your hand to someone, Alina?" Fawke asked, coming over with a plate of food. "You became my wife on that beach and Gawin's here. Luckily, you have no other hands. We play quite nicely with each other, but no other man may touch you."

I couldn't handle all that was going on and just started crying again, barely noticing how I accepted the rings from Gawin and put them on his fourth finger and thumb on his left hand.

Gawin looked at his hand before handing me two more rings and then taking the tray from Fawke. "Now, place the marriage bands on Fawke." I did, but I could not tell you if I did because I chose to or because I had to.

They both stared at their hands, at me, at each other and we all sat in silence for a short minute before Gawin stood up and went into the tent.

Fawke looked at me. "Shep is a carnivore, yes?"

With tears in my eyes, I looked up at Fawke and then at the dog who was trying to console me, his head in my lap, looking at me with soulful eyes. "His ancestors were, a few hundred generations back, but he's domesticated. He needs meat, yes, but also some fruits and vegetables. He can eat most things I can eat, but some things I can eat are poisonous to him. Please don't hurt him." I begged, tears coming back to my eyes.

Fawke seemed horrified. "I could not if I wished I told you I would care for him. He is now my responsibility. He will be the best cared for dog there ever was. I will have the researchers investigate him and ensure we meet his dietary needs. For now, he may snack from our meal."

Fawke reached to the table behind us, grabbing a small plate and piling some cooked meat, something that looked like potatoes, and a few other random things I didn't have names for on it. It was way, way too much food for Shep. But, then again, he and I had been hiking all day, gone on a very long swim, and then he chased down some sort of fucked myth from my nightmares. He deserved a big meal. Fawke put it on the ground near Shep, who got off my lap and stared at it, starting to drool.

Fawke looked at me. "He does not appear to want this food, but is drooling?"

I had to give a small chuckle. "He only eats with permission." I explained. "Ok!" I said, releasing him. He stood up and started snarfing down the food with wild abandon. I looked at him with joy in my heart before noticing I had an audience. Gawin stood just outside the tent, staring at me and Fawke looked down at me with intense eyes.

Gawin broke the silence. "Your dynamic with Shep. You care for him. You give him love and food, everything he needs to be happy. Why does he wait for your permission? The weight on you to care for him is not small, so what does he offer you?"

Sniffling a bit, I found the question sort of funny. "I've never had to explain owning a dog to someone before. He fills my life with joy, gives me purpose, keeps me active and is always there to support me. He listens to me, he waits, because he trusts that I'm looking out for him. He's really well trained."

Gawin nodded, as if confirming something for himself. Fawke kneeled before me. "This is what our ownership of you will be like. You will be very well trained." I tried to interrupt, to say that you can't do the same with humans, but Fawke kept talking. "Gawin and I will care for you. We will give you love, food, everything you need to be happy. You will listen to us, wait, and trust that we are looking out for you. You will fill our lives with joy, give them purpose."

My jaw dropped. "No thank you, I am my own person."

Gawin walked around behind me before speaking, his breath hot on the back of my neck. "No, Alina. You are not." I felt him sit behind me, put his legs around me, and then he pulled me into his chest. "Rest, human. Fawke will get food for us all."

Fawke smiled at him before grabbing another plate of food before coming and pulling my legs wide open, spreading them around his chest. I tried to struggle, but they both were too strong.

With my legs wrapped around a tall, pale elf and leaning back into a tree trunk of a man, the three of us silently ate. Fawke and Gawain picked off the plate and fed themselves, but every time I tried, they slapped my hands away, insisting that they would care for me. So, I was hand-fed tiny bites of food until I was full and well beyond.

The fire was beginning to cool by the time the plate was empty. Shep had finished his plate long ago and was sleeping in a tight ball, curled up against Fawke. Traitorous dog could tell John was bad news after he cheated on me, but couldn't figure out I didn't want to be near my jailer? Then, the mood began to shift. First Fawke got up, cleaned up some of the food, then he came and switched places with Gawin, who similarly cleaned up around the campsite. I was not alone for a second, always with a man surrounding me. And, I began to get nervous. Because, what would two men want to do the first night they had a woman they claimed was a wife alone when she had to do anything they said?

The question sat in my mind and I began to tense up. Fawke, gently rubbing my shoulders, arms and legs, felt this. "Alina, tell me what you have thought of that has upset you suddenly."

I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to know that I was scared of him and Gawin. Or, the strange compulsion they had me under did. "I am scared that you and Gawin will rape me."

Fawke laughed, and I could not tell if it was kind or cruel. "Alina, we cannot rape you. We own you. You will not say no when we take you to bed. Gawin, come and assure Alina with me."

Gawin came and kneeled before me, taking my left hand in his huge hands and lifting it to his lips. "Fawke and I have said we will care for you so we must. You will only scream in pleasure this evening and all times either of us take you to bed in the future. Your pleasure will come fast, strong, and we will spill our seed inside you, competing to see who will fill your womb first."

I felt like crying again, but the tears wouldn't come. All I could do was try to make myself worthless to them. "I cannot have children," I practically yelled out, breaking the quiet. "I had a device put in me in my world that prevents children. I did not want them."

Fawke grabbed my chin and turned my head so that my eyes met his. They were dark, his pupils huge. "That is not possible. I cast the spell upon the lake to bring to me a woman who would fulfill all my needs. A woman who was naive to our ways, so that she could not break Gawin and I apart. A woman to carry both of our heirs, so that our kingdoms may both have brothers. I specified she was to be unconnected, that few people would notice her absence. Alina, you will have our children."

I felt tears welling in my eyes as they streamed down my eyes. "And, when I don't? Will you let me go? Will you kill me?"

Gawin turned my head back to look at him. "No, Alina. We will care for you, always. You will have our children and you will know much pleasure." He stood, grabbing my hand and dragging me up with him. "Come, no tears now. It is time to consummate our marriage."

Fawke stood behind me and then swooped me into his arms. Again, I could not tell if I wanted to feel as if I had a say in this, as if I had agreed to let these two gorgeous men fuck me, or if all the talk they said had compelled me. But, I found myself not able to say no, the tears stopping and my body getting warm. Fawke carried me like a bride into the tent where there was a bed three times larger than I had ever seen before. It was beautiful, covered in stunning silks and patterns, furs that looked soft, and lit beautifully by the dying fire and a few lanterns inside. Fawke gently placed me on the bed.

"Gawin," he said, turning back to the man who had followed us in. "It has been some time since we gently made love in a tent."

Gawin looked down into the piercing blue eyes of the fae and gently grabbed the back of his neck, dragging Fawke's lips to his. "Next time, my love. I promise to chase you through the woods and fuck you hard, just the way you like." My jaw dropped as I watched the two men kiss passionately, like I was not in the room. At some point, Fawke broke the kiss and followed the line of hard muscle down Gawin's chest, kissing and licking as he slowly came to a kneel before the tanned giant.

Fawke gently started undoing Gawin's trousers and I gasped as an absolutely enormous cock popped out when the lacing was undone. I was no shy virgin, but my lovers had all been human before, and none of them compared to the cock that Fawke had begun to worship. It was so thick. I had nothing around to compare it to. A can? Too short. A hotdog? Too skinny. And, uncut. The head was drizzling an almost teal colored substance and it looked red, hot and angry as Fawke licked it all off..

I sat so still, strangely mesmerized by the scene in front of me. I didn't even notice I had begun to rub my legs together until a small moan escaped my mouth the the two broke attention with each other and smiled wickedly back at me.

Gawin looked down at the kneeling Fawke. "I shall prepare her, but you should be the first to enter her. It is your spell that brought her to us." Fawke smiled, shucking his boots and moving to his trousers before Gawin grabbed his hand. "I shall prepare you too, love."

With seemingly no effort, Gawin picked Fawke up, layering kisses on him as he walked to the bed and threw him down on it next to me. "Watch, little Alina," he said, looking at me. "I will expect you to torment him just as well some day." Without a choice, though I'm not sure I wanted to look away, I watched as Gawin quickly unlaced Fawke's trousers before yanking them off and throwing them to the side of the tent. And if I had believed Gawin's cock was large, Fawke's was comical. As thick as my wrist, purple and straining towards Gawin, Fawke's cock looked like something from a sex store that my school friends and I would have snickered at.

I gasped aloud. "There is no way that is going to fit inside me," I couldn't help but whisper under my breath. Before either could respond, Fawke moaned loudly, gripping the besheets as Gawin licked from base to tip and then swallowed the entire cock in one go.

"And there is no way I can do that." I whispered as well. Fawke, with his blue eyes flashing in the flickering light. Fawke laughed. "I thought the same when I saw Gawin's. Do not worry, wife. I shall be as gentle as I can this night, though I have never lain with a woman so I cannot say how I will react to your depths." My jaw dropped open and he continued. "Watch your mouth, Alina. That looks like an invitation to me."

I snapped my mouth closed and sat quietly as I watched Gawin give the most enthusiastic blowjob I think I've ever seen. At one point, I suppose he had tortured Fawke enough. Gawin sat up on his knees and nearly growled at me. "And now for our female."

Before I could breathe or react, Gawin was on top of me, pinning my arms to the mattress. I was so scared of him, I wanted to scream out 'no', but all I could do was struggle. "How adorable," Gawin said before licking up the side of my face with a strangely thin tongue. "Your struggles are so sweet. They are getting me fired up. Fawke? Please come hold our bride while I prepare her?"

Fawke grabbed my arms, sitting behind me and dragging me up into his lap, my head resting on his cock. "Watch," he whispered. And I did.

Gawin knelt between my legs and opened his mouth. For the first time, I saw his tongue. Long and forked, like a lizard's. He put his head down between my legs and gave me one long lick from my pussy to my clit. Then, almost like he was experimenting, he liked me all across my my pussy. His tongue pressed along the inside of my walls, curled around my clitoris, licked up and down my labia, no part of me went unexplored. Whenever he hit something that made me jump or exclaim in any way, he focused in, trying new patterns, new speeds.

I kept trying to hold back my pleasure, but eventually my traitorous body responded. The first real moan was ripped from my throat and it felt like pleasurable torture. Fawke groaned in response and Gawin kept experimenting until my orgasm ripped through me suddenly and without my permission. I called out to the sky and, panting, didn't notice the men swapping places.

Gawin was now behind me, stroking my breasts with one hand while he held my others with just one. He was having his fun, playing with them, heaving them, pinching them, playing with my nipples, and I looked down to see Fawke's enormous cock poised at my entrance. "Please, please don't..." I tried to say. But, before I could get out the words, Fawke grabbed my legs and slammed his purple cock into me.

I screamed out, in pain, in pleasure, I'm not sure which. Gawin laughed at this pain of mine. "Perhaps I should have insisted we start with my cock. Acclimated her some."

Fawke, teeth gritted, looked flustered for the first time since I'd met him on the beach. I was panting with the effort of just having him inside me and he looked much the same. I looked down to see so much of his cock still hanging out. He groaned. "She's so tight, love. I do not know how long I can last."

Gawin, behind me, called out. "You called her into this world, you claimed right of first seeding. Take it as you like. Fast or slow, it will not matter. My cock will clean out your cum and the first child born of this night will be mine." He was grinning, challenging Fawke. I did not want to be the toy they were fighting over, but I had no choice.

Fawke rose to the bait, spitting on the part of his dick that was still outside me before beginning to saw slowly back and forth. It felt as if he was in my throat and my moans and cries came unbidden. I had nowhere to run to, nowhere to go, I was held down and forced to take it as this tall fae man with a purple cock I couldn't imagine had gotten inside me at all brought me close and then over the cliff.

I fell into my orgasm like cliff diving. I was falling and when I hit the water, it made a huge splash. I saw stars, my entire body tensed, and I felt the already huge cock inside me feel even tighter. I looked down between us and saw a glittering, pearlescent fluid leaking out of my pussy despite the cock lewdly pulling on it. I was seeded by Fawke.

He looked down at our joining with wonder. He was quiet until Gawin started moving. Then, with a grin, he put his hand between us, feeling for my clit, the place that had made me scream earlier as Gawin licked me. "I will enjoy seeding you many times, Alina. The child we created tonight will not want for siblings." He pulled out of me with a sickeningly loud pop, and I felt what seemed like a river of fluid leave me. He crawled up the bed to be beside me and put his softening cock near my face. "Clean me with your tongue, wife. My child may grow in you even now." I could not help but obey.

As I reached out and began licking Fawke's cock clean, I felt Gawin pull up between my legs. "Fawke," he asked. "Are you enjoying the attentions of her mouth?"

"She is timid, but it is a nice way to end our first encounter together." Fawke answered.

Gawin then, without notice, grabbed me by the ass and flipped me onto my stomach before lifting me up. "I will seed you from this position tonight, Alina. I cannot wait to see your face as I make you orgasm on my cock again and again and again, but I selfishly want him distracted so that I can truly clean you out with my cock. For, this first child shall be mine." With that final word, he thrust his cock into me. I thought it might feel better, since his cock was smaller, but I supposed I must have underestimated something. Because if Fawke's cock was the widest I'd ever had inside me, Gawin's was the longest.

Every thrust, I gasped aloud as he slammed into my cervix. It was pain, it was pleasure, I could not tell. But, through it all, I had to lick my and Fawke's cum off his cock. Gawin kept his promise. No part of my pussy went unexplored. He fully pulled out every time before he slammed back in. He used every angle, did all he could, and then, when he finally picked a spot to focus on? I do not know when I started orgasming. With Fawke, it was like I had jumped off a cliff. With Gawin, it was like I had already landed in the water and didn't remember going near it at all. I was just suddenly coming, and I did not stop for what seemed like an eternity before Gawin roared and I felt the hottest fire inside me. Scorching hot, I could feel everywhere his cum reached, so I knew it had gone past my cervix. I felt the heat in my womb.

I lay there panting, slumped on the bed with Gawin still inside me, for what seemed like hours before Fawke spoke up. "Why do you remain inside her?" I heard Gawin laugh. "To keep her plugged up with my seed, of course!"

Fawke must have made some face or gesture, because shortly after, Gawin started pulling out of me. My pussy felt like it had been run over, stampeded, would never function again. There was no pop when Gawin left, just a loud squelching sound. Then, he patted me on my ass twice. "Well done, Alina. You are properly married now. We are bonded and you will be with child soon."

The last thing I remember before I drifted off to sleep was to make sure I could still feel my IUD strings when I woke up.

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That's it for now folks! If you like Alina, Fawke, and Gawin, please let me know in the comments! I enjoyed writing about them. I've always had a fantasy about men who wanted me so, so badly. More than anything. But, not because I was smart or pretty or had a fun personality, because I had a womb, good genetics, and they wanted to use them.

As Alina gets to know them, maybe she'll find some redeeming qualities. As they get to know her, maybe they will find love in her? Maybe the IUD will get ripped out or not function. Maybe it will remain and they will get ever more creative in their efforts to seed her. ???? We'll see where the story goes!

Thank you for reading!