HASSAN
“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one! Happy New Year!”
Immediately the whole roof erupts in “Auld Lang Syne,” and the minions start kissing each other. In about a minute, Edovard’s going to realize that the party is turning into an orgy, but until then, Gregory has him lip-locked so no one else can try to get a kiss from him.
The minions know not to approach me, but Edovard is so gregarious that he would kiss every one of them if Gregory didn’t keep him occupied. I don’t mind standing over my men and keeping everyone else away, but we should move to the stage. Santanos will be back in short order, and we need to be there when he arrives.
Leaning into Gregory’s ear, I murmur softly, “Time to get to the stage, love.”
Gregory snorts, pulling back from his kiss with Edovard, and rolls his eyes toward me. “We are not moving until you kiss me and Edovard,” he informs me aggressively.
Ridiculous.His outward vitriol amuses me. You would think he hates me for how often he snipes at me, but my grumpymate’s words are spoken in fighting tones, but the content is alwaysI-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you. I love him, too.
I grunt at him and open-mouth kiss Edovard for a few seconds before turning to do the same with Gregory, then I invite Edovard back in and share a three-person kiss with them both. I push into the kiss a renewal of my commitment to them—I’m going to love these men for the rest of my life, and no matter what it takes, I’m going to make sure that life is counted in millennia.
When we pull back from the kiss, panting to catch our breath, I rub my long cock against Gregory’s hip. “The stage,” I remind them, pushing us toward the platform set up for Santanos’s arrival.
Edovard’s energy suddenly spikes, and the flow of his love toward us becomes a deluge in his excitement. “How long before he gets here?” he asks, leading the way and jumping up onto the platform. He doesn’t seem notice that most of the minions are half-dressed now.
Gregory holds out his hands and Edovard lifts him onto the platform as I step up as well. “Shouldn’t be too long,” Gregory replies, stripping off his sequined shirt and tossing it to the side.
We did tell Edovard about the New Year’s Orgy that we start every year with since Santanos became the Avatar of Evil, but he’s still surprised when I reach for his clothes to help him out of them.
“Is this the orgy-thingy?” he whispers as I toss his shirt into the pile with Gregory’s.
“Yes. Remember how we do this to summon Santanos back to us?” I remind him as Gregory reaches for his shorts and starts yanking them down his hips.
“Because Santanos was taken away for the recharge week, and the only way to get him back is with a sacrifice and afeast for him,” he replies, repeating exactly word for word how I explained this event to him.
“Yes,” I confirm, stripping out of my suit with practiced ease.
Santanos and those like him gather for a retreat with the council to have their warding magic recharged. It’s a time of truce and typically lasts from Winter Solstice until New Year’s Day, and after the first year that Santanos went and he came back starving (apparently a truce means no one has sex), the minions instituted a New Year’s orgy to welcome him home.
Edovard smiles shyly and his dark skin flushes as Gregory hits his knees on the next step up from us and puts in his best effort to get Edovard’s massive cock down his throat. The height difference between Gregory and Santanos and Edovard and myself requires some creative solutions for keeping us all lined up correctly. The throne is up a step from the stage with enough room for Gregory or Santanos on either side of it.
I grab the lube waiting for us and pour some on my fingers, watching Edovard’s pleasure as my mate worships his cock. I lean in and kiss the corner of Edovard’s lips. “Do you want to top or bottom tonight?”
I ask because Edovard doesn’t know what he wants until one of us does, and it’s kind of cute how every answer makes him blush now. At first, he was very into whatever we did with him, but the first time we asked him what he wanted, he absolutely lost all his usual composure. He stuttered and deflected and finally admitted what he wanted, and it was a surprise to us all, so now we make sure to ask. Anything Edovard wants, he gets, because as much as Santanos, Gregory, and I love each other, Edovard is our lynchpin.
“Both? I wouldn’t mind doing both. I want to top Santanos when he gets here, though. Is that ok?” he asks hopefully.
“We would never keep you from your mate,” I remind him, reaching behind him to finger his asshole.
“Oh, I know,” Edovard husks softly, running his massive paw over Gregory’s curly blond locks, looking down into his big baby blues.
Gregory is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Do I deserve such a pretty mate? Maybe not, but I’m going to hold onto him like I do.
I slip a finger into Edovard and work him open first with two fingers and then three. He prefers if I get four into him before I put my cock into him, but tonight, he gives me the look that tells me he’s ready with only three fingers. I line up behind him, slicking up my cock before pushing into his tight little hole.
Edovard keens softly, grabbing my leg to ground himself as he relaxes his body to take me. Compared to his size, I’m normal looking, but before meeting him, I thought mine would be the biggest cock I’d ever handle. Fortunately, magic made him perfectly proportional when it made him a giant man. That doesn’t mean it’s easy for him to take my size, and I go slow to give him plenty of time to stretch and relax.
The first time he took me, I thought it would be the last, but he smiled like he always does and kissed me softly and said it was like exercise: he would just have to do his stretches so he wouldn’t be so sore every time we had sex.
“I love you so fucking much,” I whisper into his ear as I bottom out, holding him close.
Edovard nods as he gasps and pants, and his hips jerk forward, choking Gregory before he pulls back, pushing my dick as far into him as he can get it. “Sorry!”
Gregory pops off his monster cock, glaring up at him. “Do it again. Harder. Like you mean it,” he demands before shoving Edovard’s crown back into his mouth.
