I nodded, unable to find words for the sensation. It wasn’t like hearing voices or feeling foreign emotions. It was subtler than that. A resonance, like plucking one string and feeling others vibrate in harmony. Their presence wasn’t an intrusion but an amplification. What had been incredible with just Isabeau now had additional dimensions I couldn’t fully comprehend.
“It’s... fuck, it’s intense,” I managed, beginning to move within her. Each thrust sent shockwaves through the connection, pleasure reflected and multiplied between us. “Is this what it’s always like for you?”
She shook her head, her hair spreading across the moss beneath us like spilled wine. “No... it’s new. Different. More complete now that you’re part of it.”
The thought should have disturbed me. Sharing her, sharing this connection with three monstrous princes trapped in another realm was madness by any rational standard. I was a prince of Durand, second son to a king who executed women for far less magical transgressions than claiming multiple mates through supernatural bonds. If anyone discovered what had happened here, what I’d become part of, I’d be stripped of my title and likely my life.
And yet, as I drove into her willing body, as I felt her pleasure spiral through our connection and back, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Whatever this was, magic or madness or both, it felt right in ways nothing in my life ever had.
“Alain,” she gasped, her inner walls beginning to flutter around me as I increased my pace. “Oh, Alain!”
My name on her lips was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I shifted my angle, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside herthat made her back arch and her breath catch. Through our connection, I could feel exactly what she needed, could feel the building pressure of her pleasure as if it were my own.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, reaching between us to circle her sensitive bud with my thumb. “Let go for me, Isabeau. Let me feel you come apart because of my cock.”
Her eyes widened, locked on mine as the first wave hit her. “Alain!” she cried out, her voice echoing in our wooden sanctuary as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around me. The sensation, amplified through our bond, nearly pushed me over the edge, but I gritted my teeth, determined to draw out her pleasure.
I kept moving through her climax, each thrust sending new ripples of ecstasy through her that I could feel echoing back to me. And beneath it all, that strange triple-presence, watching, feeling, participating in a way that should have felt intrusive but instead heightened everything to almost unbearable levels.
As her orgasm began to subside, I finally allowed myself to chase my own release. My rhythm faltered as the pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each thrust. “Isabeau,” I groaned, her name like a prayer or a curse. “I’m close.”
“Inside,” she demanded, her legs wrapping around my waist to hold me deep like she was just as addicted to our bond. “I want to feel you.”
That was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself as deep as possible and let go. My release tore through me with an intensity that bordered on pain, wave after wave of pleasure flooding my senses as I emptied myself inside her. Through our connection, I felt the moment her body accepted my seed, felt something click into place like the final piece of a puzzle I hadn’t known I was solving.
For an endless moment, the world narrowed to just this. Our joined bodies, our synchronized heartbeats, and the claiming mark pulsing in time with both. Even the distant presence of the beasts seemed to recede, giving us this moment that belonged to just us.
When I could think again, I carefully shifted my weight to avoid crushing her, though I remained inside her, unwilling to break our connection just yet. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes soft as they met mine. Something in her expression made my chest tighten with emotions I wasn’t ready to name.
On impulse, I lowered my head, intending to kiss her. But as my lips brushed hers, she stiffened slightly, uncertain. I pulled back enough to see her expression. Curious but hesitant with a tinge of fear, as if this simple intimacy was somehow more foreign to her than what we’d just shared.
“You’ve never been kissed properly, have you?” I asked, the realization hitting me with a pang.
She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly younger, more vulnerable. “The beasts licked but their snouts,” she started before tensing. “Gaspard never... it wasn’t about that for him, and when he did, it was to hurt me.”
The rage that swept through me at the mention of his name must have shown on my face, because she reached up to stroke my cheek, soothing.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I’m free of him now.”
“It’s not okay,” I growled, the protective instinct surging through me so powerfully I wondered if it came from me or from the beasts now connected to me. “None of what he did to you was okay.”
Rather than argue, she simply waited, her eyes steady on mine until the worst of my anger receded. Then, with a vulnerabilitythat broke my heart, she whispered, “Will you show me? What a real kiss is supposed to be?”
The trust in her question undid me completely. This woman who commanded magic beyond mortal understanding, who rode unicorns and conversed with forest creatures, who had bound herself to four different men from two different realms, was asking me to teach her something as simple as a kiss.
My voice turned gentler than I’d thought possible. “I’d be honored.”
I lowered my head again, but instead of capturing her lips immediately, I brushed my nose against hers, a soft nuzzle that made her smile. Then I pressed my lips to her forehead, her temple, the curve of her cheek, building anticipation with each gentle touch.
When I finally met her lips with mine, I kept the pressure light, letting her accustom herself to the sensation. Her hands came up to rest on my shoulders, steadying herself as if she might float away without the anchor.
“Like this,” I murmured against her mouth, demonstrating with gentle pressure, coaxing her lips to move with mine. She was a quick study, mimicking my movements with increasing confidence. When I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue, she gasped, giving me access to deepen the kiss.
The first slide of my tongue against hers drew a soft moan from her throat, the vibration passing between us. I took my time, exploring her mouth with thorough attention, showing her with each stroke and caress how a kiss could be its own form of lovemaking.
By the time I pulled back, we were both breathing heavily, her lips swollen and her eyes glazed with renewed desire. “Oh,” she breathed, looking at me with wonder. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“It can be so much more,” I promised, pressing one more gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. “And I will spend as long as you’ll let me showing you.”
