We had all bathed after the fight, but our wedding garments were ruined. My crown and train had been recovered in the courtyard. The crown was bent but salvageable. The train, not so much. I didn't care. They were just things. Objects. My husbands were alive and well. That was more than other women could have said that night, and I was grateful.
But still worried.
We had entered my spacious bedroom to find it not so spacious anymore. Before the massive bed were four, little, white tents. Their front panels were open, revealing a mattress within each of them, draped in white silk. Then there was a confusing collection of silk swaths hanging from the ceiling, in front of the fireplace. All the other furniture had been pushed against the walls, except for a small table which held strips of black silk and fluffy wads of cotton.
“Um...” I swallowed hard as the door shut behind Barret, and all of them fastened predatory stares on me. “How are we...?”
“We've talked this over,” Robyn looked to the other men and nodded, “and come up with a plan.”
“A plan?” I squeaked as they prowled closer.
“Four men, our appetites,” Arnet shook his head, “it's too much to ask.”
“Especially of a maiden,” Barret said gently.
“But we all want to be with our wife on our wedding night,” Hugin added. “It's only right.”
“And we all want to have you first,” Robyn smirked.
“So we've come up with a way to satisfy everyone,” Arnet smiled wickedly.
“We will go slowly, Addy,” Barret promised, “and make sure you're ready for what comes.”
“And when that time approaches, we will each don a blindfold,” Robyn waved to the lengths of silk on the table. “And fill our ears with cotton.”
“Then we will lay within our tents,” Hugin waved towards the tents, “and you may come to us when you are ready.”
“And start with whichever one of us, you wish,” Barret smiled. “We shall not be able to hear or see what happens, and so we won't know whom you choose to bed first.”
“And please,” Robyn sighed. “Do not tell us. Let us each believe that we are your first choice.”
“Sometimes the fantasy is more important than the facts,” Hugin nodded.
“But I will still need to...” I looked at the bulges in their breeches pointedly.
“Satisfy us all?” Arnet chuckled. “We will help you with that as well.”
“How?” I frowned.
“You'll see,” and then Robyn was on me, his hands roaming my body as his tongue invaded my mouth.
The kiss had barely begun before I was swung away, into Hugin's arms. Hugin's smiling face was the last thing I saw before my dress was pulled over my head. He kissed me quickly and passed me to Arnet, who removed my shift. Then Barret held me, his gaze flowing over the undergarments I still wore. The only bit of my finery that had survived the battle.
“Beautiful,” Barret whispered. “Thank you for wearing them.”
“Keep those stockings on,” Robyn purred in my ear. “Through all of it.”
I turned to find Robyn naked, the proud member which I'd only glimpsed before, rising between us. It was longer than I remembered, but not as thick as Arnet's, which I admired next. Arnet's shaft stuck out straight before him, as solid as he was, but shorter than Robyn's. Hugin's rod was a little slimmer than Arnet's, but still rather thick, and curved up towards his belly. Barret was as in between as ever, his shaft neither as thick as Arnet's nor as long as Robyn's. A perfect middle. I inhaled sharply. I knew the mechanics of lovemaking, and staring at them all made me wonder if it were even possible. Would I disappoint them and not even be able to fit them inside me?
“They will fit,” Robyn chuckled, as if he had read my mind.
But that's how close we had become, and it didn't surprise me at all. What surprised me was them lifting me and placing me among the hanging strips of silk. There was a thick piece which cradled my torso perfectly, and also wide swaths to hold each of my limbs at various points, allowing for freedom of movement. I was suspended in mid-air and mid-brothers. They closed in on me with wide grins.
“What is this thing?” I asked nervously.
“An invention of Barret's,” Hugin ran a hand over one of the now taut strips of silk. “Ingenious, isn't it?”
“Um...” I bit my lip.
