Thick jets sprayed up onto his stomach as he came. Robyn yanked an edge of the sheet over, and I helped him clean himself. Then I fell over him, snuggling into his chest as he lowered his face to kiss me.
“I love you,” Robyn said as he reached for the cotton. Right, he didn't want to hear how many others came after him. Hugin had been certain he was the first, but Robyn wasn't.
“I love you too,” I got to my knees, then to my feet, and left him, shutting the flaps behind me.
Next was Barret, and I swallowed hard to think of what he had planned. I went into his tent and closed the flaps behind me. Then I crawled over his body. Barret's hand stopped its focused movements, and he smiled, reaching up to remove his blindfold. I helped him take the cotton from his ears and then laid my body fully over his. He was smaller than Robyn, but still so much larger than I. And he proved suddenly, that he was much stronger than I was as well.
Barret lifted me into the air and flipped me over, so that he was crouched over my body on hands and knees. Then he smiled broadly and pulled the red ribbon out from beneath his mattress, the one he had bound me with before. I shivered, anticipating what he might do. But Barret shocked me by pushing both of my knees up and to the sides of my head. My eyes went wide as he wrapped one of my ankles with the silk ribbon, and then tied the other end of the silk to a hook on the tent pole behind me.
“Barret,” I started to sit up.
“Trust me,” he purred and took my other ankle in hand.
He wrapped it with his silk blindfold and tied it to the other pole behind my head. My legs were up in the air, my thighs spread wide, and my ass lifted. Barret pulled the pillow out from beneath my head and shoved it under my hips, causing me to be angled up even further. My breasts were falling back against my chin, and my womanhood was bared and lifted to him. Barret parted me and pinched the juncture at the top until a little red bud emerged. Then he flicked it with a finger. I screamed, and he smiled wider.
Barret stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it before placing it against the sensitive nub once more, and rubbed it firmly. My legs shook, and I moaned. He continued to rub me until I was dripping down his hand. Then he slid the flat of his palm down my pussy and back up again. I writhed. He went down once more and laid a wet fingertip to that other place. Yes, there. My eyes shot open.
He gave me a devious wink as his free hand went to rub my clit again. Then, when I was relaxing into the pleasure, Barret slid the tip of his finger into that other hole. I trembled violently and shouted through my orgasm. As I came, his finger slid further in, and his thumb went into my pussy. He started working both openings, stroking me in and out, until I couldn't take anymore. The orgasm seemed endless.
That's when Barret entered me. He grabbed his cock and just slammed into me with one move. Barret paused there, pressed hard to me, as I grabbed my thighs and pulled them further back so he could go deeper. I wanted more and more. And Barret saw it. He pulled out and then thrust in again, pounding me hard at the height of every push. He grabbed my thighs, his hands over mine, and drove into me even deeper. Then pulled out, laying himself against my pussy, to keep rubbing against me, while he came violently over my breasts, his whole body shaking. He lifted himself up long enough to wipe away his cum. Then he fell over me, kissed me tenderly, and reached up to undo the ties.
Barret flopped back with a happy smile and a murmured “I love you, Addy,” and then I helped him get the cotton back into his ears.
I could barely walk to the next tent, so shaky was I from the pleasure Barret had given me. But I made it there, and I was glad that I did. Arnet was still furiously pumping his cock, his face glistening with sweat. I closed the flaps and hurried over to him, removing his blindfold immediately.
He didn't say a word, didn't even take the time to pull the cotton from his ears, just fell on me. I was under Arnet in seconds, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers working inside me. His thick thumb rubbed against my clit as he slid first one, then two fingers into me. I pulled the cotton from his ears, and Arnet latched onto my neck, biting deep into the muscles there. I rocked up against him.
Then he grabbed me firmly by the hips and twisted me around, putting me on my hands and knees beneath him. Arnet spread my legs roughly, and then my lips. I felt him nestle that thick head against me there. He pushed in just a little, working his mass inside my body, which was still too tight for him. Arnet growled in frustration and continued to push; he worked the tip in and out of me until he was finally able to slip more inside. With a growl of triumph, Arnet slammed into me fully.
I shouted with the pleasure of being filled by him. His hands went to my breasts and squeezed hard as he pumped into me from behind. My nipples were drawn between his fingers and Arnet pinched them as he pulled on my breasts. I bucked, and he snarled. The sound of our bodies coming together made me bite my lips and shiver.
Then Arnet pushed my face down into the pillow, tossed my hair out of the way, and worked at my neck again with his teeth. His whole body laid over me now, pushing down with all that strength, and his cock was filling me, stretching me deliciously. One hand suddenly slid between me and the mattress to find my clit, and rub furiously as his thrusts became even more violent. I came, shrieking, and he pulled out as he joined me, hot liquid splashing over my ass.
Arnet fell to the mattress beside me and pulled me in against his chest tight as his face angled into my neck. Absently, he grabbed an edge of the sheet and wiped the mess away. So considerate, my husbands. I smiled into his chest.
“I have never loved anyone or anything like I love you,” Arnet whispered.
“I love you more,” I whispered back. “But Hugin was right, that cock is a monster.”
“Are you alright?” Arnet lifted his head to study me.
“Much, much better than alright,” I smiled, and he relaxed.
“I think you've tamed this monster,” Arnet rumbled into my ear.
When I was finally able to get up, I put the cotton back in his ears and left the tent. I'd have to leave them all awhile so they'd think they had each been my first. All except Hugin, who knew that he was. I smiled and went back to Hugin, finding him working himself again. I lifted a brow, and he grinned shamelessly.
“I may have listened a bit,” Hugin shrugged.
“So you don't just like to watch,” I teased, “you like to listen as well, Stargazer.”
“I do,” Hugin said immediately. And then he nodded down to his cock, “Are you too sore to help me with this?”
“I'm a bit tender, but not everywhere,” I crept forward and took him in hand.
Hugin laid back with a groan as my mouth descended over him, and I began to bring my husband to his second orgasm of the evening.
Later, after I had freed them all from their self-imposed silence, we crawled up into our wedding bed and clung to each other in contented bliss. But there was one thing my clever husbands hadn't considered when they made their plans, the insatiability of youth. Well that, and the effect we had on each other. It didn't take long before they were all ready for another round. They put me back in the swaths of silk, and as I hung there suspended and surrounded by their love, I thought to myself that I would fight seven dragons for them. Seven-thousanddragons. For my husbands, I would brave any monster in the world. Even Arnet's little monster.
Sometimes you have to fight for your fairy tale. But fairy tales, the real ones, are worth the battle.
