(The Marriage Groups)Elian (10 page)

“Oh, fuck,” Nevin breathed out. “You’re so tight back here, Cora.”

Elian wanted to say that of course he was tight back there. He was a virgin in almost every sense of the word. He’d never experimented and played with his ass like other boys his age had done. He’d felt it would be the greatest gift he could give to his husbands to come to them completely untried, but as the burn of Nevin pressing in another finger, slick from something, into his channel spread throughout him, he began to wish he had tried.

“Just breathe through it,” Corbin advised him. “Breathe through the pain and relax. It hurts at first, but then it feels amazing.”

Elian nodded that he understood and tried to do as Corbin advised, but all his mind could focus on was the knowledge that there were now three really thick fingers in his ass. Suddenly, the sharp sting of someone biting one of his nipples caused a flash of arousal to travel from the pebbled nub to his reawakening erection. He hadn’t even known that his hardness had begun to wilt, but as he felt it thickening again as his nipples were licked, sucked, and nibbled while Nevin simultaneously stretched and probed his ass, Elian felt the haze of desire begin to overwhelm him again.

Nevin’s fingers touched something inside of him and Elian jerked from the pleasure.

“Oh, gods, what was that?” he asked, yanking his mouth away from Gaige, who was now standing before him, kissing him. How in the world were they doing that? Moving around him so quickly? Elian realized that he’d been so lost in the cloud of lust that his husbands could have performed the raucous dance from the hit musical,
Coalesce
, and he wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Found it,” Nevin sounded smug, and Elian wanted to ask him exactly what he’d found, but his words were cut off by Nevin’s fingers pressing and stroking that special spot inside of him. Elian wanted to weep from the pleasure, felt his knees buckle before he was lifted. His ass was positioned over Nevin’s shaft and when he opened his eyes, he saw Corbin take his cock and position it at Gaige’s ass as Gaige opened his mouth and leaned over Elian’s cock, prepared to suck him deeply.

“Ready?” Nevin panted out. Elian nodded in response and felt himself being lowered over Nevin’s massive cock. He hissed at the pain and wanted to tell Nevin to stop, that there was no way it was going to fit, when he felt the head pop through the tight ring of muscles in his ass. After that he slid slowly down Nevin’s dick. Once his ass rested against Nevin’s groin, the dark, curly hairs there brushing deliciously against the smooth, round skin of his brown bottom, Elian leaned his head back and moaned loudly as Gaige sucked his cock deep and Corbin thrust his cock into Gaige’s hole.

They were all connected in that moment. All four of them, and Elian smelled carnoses again, just as he had earlier that day when he’d watched his husbands make love. White light exploded around them as Nevin began to lift and lower him on his cock and Elian reached his hands out to bury them in Gaige’s soft, blond tresses. As Nevin’s thrusts sped up inside of Elian’s channel, Gaige bobbed his head up and down on Elian’s cock in sync with them. Corbin kept time with Nevin’s thrusts, and the white light grew brighter and brighter, until, before long, Elian had to squeeze his eyes shut or go blind.

“Holy fuck,” Corbin swore, and Elian could only nod in agreement. Suddenly a loud wind sounded in the room and Nevin growled loudly as he poured his seed deep within Elian’s bowels. Elian could feel a delicious burning sensation, a trembling, at the base of his spine, working its way slowly throughout his body, but before he could give in to it, Nevin slowly eased out of his hole and lowered his feet to the floor. Elian gasped, wondering what was happening when, like in a dance, Nevin and Gaige switched places. Gaige lifted Elian onto his cock and slowly pressed deep inside of him.

Gaige pushed and pulled beautifully inside of Elian until he screamed his orgasm down Nevin’s throat and Gaige poured himself deep within Elian’s ass. He had only a small moment to catch his breath before the dance started again and his three husbands moved and adjusted and once again he was being plugged with the hard shaft of one of their shafts.

This time it was Corbin plunging deep inside of him, hitting and rubbing his prostate, causing his head to fall back as bliss soared through him. His cock released a torrent of white seed and Elian screamed as Corbin shot his own spunk deep inside Elian’s channel.

They all four collapsed onto the bed in the room, panting. Their sweaty and naked limbs glided over each other, and Elian felt a smile growing on his face. He wasn’t a virgin anymore. He was now officially the Royal Coração of Kardalusia. He was now legally and spiritually bound to Nevin, Corbin, and Gaige Cannington. He felt amazing. He felt like a new man, as if his life was now on the right track.

Without warning, heat bloomed within his belly, growing bigger and filling his stomach until Elian opened his mouth on a silent scream.

“Cora?”

“Elian?”

“El G?”

He could tell that his husbands were concerned. He felt the bed shift as they moved to touch him and check him. He wanted to bat away their hands, scream at them that their touch hurt him while simultaneously reassuring them that he was okay. He could do neither. Instead, he kept his mouth open, silently pleading with the god Andalusia to save him from the fire burning him, scorching him from the inside out.

Just as fast as the fire started, it stopped, and Elian breathed a deep sigh.

“Elian?”

“Are you okay?”

“Talk to us!”

Elian blinked and looked at each of us his husbands. “I’m okay now. I don’t understand what happened. That. Was. Weird,” he panted out.

No sooner had the words left his lips than his body jerked as if it had been zapped with a bolt of lightning. Three wispy tendrils of wind, one purple, one turquoise, one blue, appeared above them. The purple tendril hovered above Nevin, the turquoise above Corbin, and the blue above Gaige. A red tornado appeared above Elian’s arched frame and he watched in fearful amazement as the three tendrils of wind flew into the red tornado that appeared to belong to him. The three tendrils swirled within before they, along with the tornado, exploded in the air, glitter raining down on the four of them.

As they continued to watch, Elian’s body was slowly and softly lowered to the bed and three wispy strands of thread appeared above him, each one appeared gold with flecks of red, purple, turquoise, and blue throughout. The three strands gently collapsed onto Elian’s stomach, becoming enveloped into his skin. He lay in wonder and awe as the smell of carnoses permeated the air and the room filled once again with a white light before disappearing completely.

Minutes passed and no one moved. Elian felt as if he had been frozen in place. Long moments later he sat up on the bed, crossing his legs, and trying to hide his nudity. He was aware of his husbands sitting up as well, none of them speaking, but Elian was hyperaware of all of them.

“What. The. Holy. Fuck. Was that?” Corbin asked softly.

“We were just visited by Andalusia,” Gaige stated solemnly, his tone reverent and filled with emotion.

“Andalusia? Why?” Nevin inquired.

“To bless our union. Our consummation. To give his seal of approval,” Gaige said matter-of-factly.

Elian exhaled softly, remembering the words etched on the wall earlier that day, words that suddenly made so much sense. “To let us know that I’m pregnant with three babies, each of them with a little bit of all of us in them,” Elian whispered. Elian could feel his husbands looking at him.

“How do you know that?” Nevin asked suspiciously.

Elian swallowed thickly and told them about the words he’d seen earlier and what he interpreted the strands of air and the final thread to be. He felt respected and special because none of them interrupted him and told him he was being ridiculous. They all listened patiently and when he finished, none of them laughed, though they did grow quiet.

“Well?” Elian asked, still unable to really look any of them in the eye.

“Well, it looks like you need to add the nursery to your list of rooms to redecorate since we’ll be having three babies instead of just one.”

Chapter Ten

Gaige

G
AIGE
looked over at Elian where the younger man stood staring at the walls of the hallway, a pensive look on his handsome, dark brown face. God he is so beautiful, Gaige thought to himself. When Elian looked at him, Gaige wiped his face of any of its sentimentality and stared back at him blankly. He knew that Elian didn’t understand his actions toward him, and quite honestly, Gaige sometimes wished that he didn’t react the way he did to his coração, but ever since hearing Elian’s interpretation of what had happened between them only a few days before, Gaige had been uneasy. Having the doctor confirm that Elian was pregnant with not one but three babies who all seemed to be single births, yet carried the same genetic signature that contained all four men’s DNA had not helped matters. Gaige was constantly looking over his shoulder, nervous and anxious, hyperaware of his surroundings, waiting for Andalusia to show his true power and expose Gaige for the fraud he really was.

The thought had barely flitted through his mind when the distinct clunk of boots on the floor outside sounded and Gaige caught the smell of booze and evil from the intruder. Without hesitation, he grabbed Elian and pushed him into the formal receiving room, shoving him behind one of the retiring couches. Rising to his full height, Gaige strode out into the hallway and pulled his sword from its scabbard to face the stranger who stood outside. No sooner had he raised the weapon into an en garde position than the door exploded inward and Gaige heard Elian scream.

“Give us the coração!” Gaige heard the words yelled before soldiers and guards flooded the hallway to lend him assistance against the kidnappers. Gaige tried to focus on taking care of the kidnappers, the ones who’d had the nerve to show up at the palace to take his coração. He was going to make them pay. He blocked out the sounds of Elian’s whimpers coming from the other room and swung his sword in an arc, taking great pleasure at the spray of blood that hit his face and chest from the intruder dressed in all black.

He heard Nevin and Corbin’s shouts behind him and knew the other two had finally come to join the fray along with their guards. He wondered briefly where the guards who were usually posted outside the palace had been, and felt a whole lot better about keeping Elian safe.

“Protect Elian!” he shouted as his sword connected with the sword of his opponent with a loud clank. Gaige focused on disarming the other man, knowing that he needed to have all of his attention on the matter at hand and not on his husband, who he saw out of the corner of his eye,  curled up in a ball, trembling from fear. Grunting as the black-clad man kicked him in the stomach, Gaige stumbled backward slightly before ducking the swipe of the man’s sword. He shook his hair back when the mass fell loose from the queue he’d placed it in. Bringing up his foot and sword-wielding arm when the man came at him again, Gaige shoved with all his might and grinned when the man fell backwards.

With a loud roar, he leapt forward and drove the tip of his sword deep into the man’s chest. He let out a victorious whoop when he felt the man’s life force drain away from him. Turning to find another adversary, Gaige growled at the sight of a small man, in all black with a white belt wrapped around his waist, easing his way through the fracas towards the room where Elian lay. Yelling out Nevin and Corbin’s names, Gaige ran towards the other man, his sword raised. Time seemed to slow as he ran forward only to come to a shattering halt when the man’s mouth opened in a silent scream and seemed to explode. Gaige ducked his head and felt blood and all manner of human parts land on him. He retched at the thought and lifted his head to see what had happened.

His eyes widened when he saw Elian standing in the doorway, one hand on his stomach and the other held outwards. Elian was surrounded by a white light, his eyes glowing like white fire and his hair blowing in a non-existent breeze.

“It’s too late! The coração has been claimed. Retreat!” one of the intruders yelled, and before Gaige could blink, all of the others ran from the room, only a few of them falling by the swords of the palace guards.

Gaige looked back over at Elian and watched as he appeared to deflate. The light seemed to be sucked back within him, his hair, now much longer than before, fell to hang in thick, black waves to his knees. Elian’s eyes closed and when he opened them again, Gaige saw that they glowed a deep, burnished gold. Gaige stood frozen in place, unsure of what was happening, unsure how to proceed—or even if he should. He looked over at Nevin and Corbin and saw the same awe, fear, and hesitation on their faces that he was sure was reflected on his. Gaige realized that the soldiers and guards all knelt where they’d once been standing and he wondered what he’d missed.

“Andalusia,” one of them breathed, and Gaige’s gaze swung back to Elian.

Andalusia had inhabited his husband’s body?

****

H
OURS
later, Gaige stepped out of the bedroom he shared with his husbands and slid the door closed quietly. He looked up at Nevin and Corbin, waiting for him across the hallway, and offered them a small smile. A doctor had been sent for and after he’d examined Elian thoroughly, had declared both him and all three babies okay, though Elian’s genetic makeup seemed to be infused with something that the doctor couldn’t identify.

Something.

Something, like god particles.

Gaige mentally scoffed at his inner musings and shook his head at Nevin when the older man quirked an eyebrow at him. The last few hours had been beyond bizarre and Gaige was still trying to wrap his mind around the events that had transpired. He couldn’t explain it, and though he considered himself a spiritual man, he had a very hard time with things that he couldn’t explain.

Hypocritical? Yes.