Caspian.
As the days went by, Lienna’s transformation was nothing short of remarkable. The faint glow of health had returned to her cheeks, and the wounds that had marred her fair skin were gradually fading. The white streaks in her hair that signified she still had some divine powers left in her were slowly disappearing as well.
We’d been true to our word, taking turns to watch over her, ensuring she wasn’t alone for a moment. Whenever the healing process proved too much, and feverish fits hits her, one of us was always by her side, cooling her and offering words of comfort.
The rest of us used this time to prepare for the impending battle, honing strategies, checking armor, and sharpening steel. Our camp hummed with activity, the air thick with anticipation. Yet, beneath the surface, a sense of unease simmered. We knew that despite all the good things that were happening, it was all just a calm before the storm.
In the midst of these preparations, we gathered for a strategy meeting with our high-ranking officers. Maps were spread across a large wooden table, marking potential battle lines and troop deployments. The room was heavy with the weight of decision-making, each officer contributing their expertise to the fray.
Just as our discussion reached its crescendo, the door burst open, and one of our spies, a man named Ryker, strode in. His face was set in grim lines, his eyes burning with urgency. He’d been sent to infiltrate Oberon’s camp, gathering vital intelligence on the enemy’s plans.
“What is it, Ryker?” I asked, my hands clasped together, my chin resting on my steepled fingers as I fixed him with an intense gaze.
Ryker nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he approached the table. He lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your Majesties, Oberon is dead.”
The room fell silent, as if the very words had sucked the air from our lungs.
Adonis’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “Oberon is dead? How did this happen?” He asked, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of skepticism.
Ryker’s expression remained grim. “From what I gathered, it was Veronica. The two had been in a fierce battle before his men pronounced him dead.” He raised his head, meeting our gazes.
“That’s not all,” Ryker continued, his voice measured. “Veronica has been exhibiting unnatural behaviors as well.”
A murmur rippled through the room, a mix of shock and speculation. Hermes rapped his knuckles on the table, silencing the room. Every face turned grim.
“Looks like we’ll have to prepare for the worst,” Hermes muttered.
I turned to Ryker. “Anything else?”
He shook his head, his gaze darting between us. “Nothing at the moment.”
“Very well. We’ve heard your report. You’re dismissed.” I waved him away.
Ryker bowed deeply and exited the tent.
For a moment, we simply stared at each other, uncertainty hanging in the air.
Hermes broke the silence. “Well… That’s definitely bad news.”
“But it doesn’t mean we back down now,” I added, determination etching my face.
Just as we began to discuss our next move, another guard burst into the tent. Adonis let out a frustrated groan. “What is it now?” he asked.
The guard’s words tumbled out in a rush. “It’s Lienna, Your Majesties. She’s been calling for you. She’s growing frantic.” My heart skipped a beat.
Exchanging weighted glances with Hermes and Adonis, I cleared my throat, rising to my feet. “This meeting is over. We’ll discuss our strategies for winning this war at a later time.” I announced, my voice firm.
Without waiting for the room to empty, I exited the tent with Hermes and Adonis, our footsteps swift and purposeful.
As we arrived at Lienna’s tent, a faint hum of tension emanated from within. We exchanged hesitant glances, steeled ourselves and walked in.
Upon entering, we were met with a sight that made our blood begin to grow hot. Lienna had tossed aside her covers, her slender hands clutching the hem of her dress as if ready to tear it off. Her usually pale skin was now flushed pink, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body. The personification of lust and seduction itself.
Someone behind me swallowed hard, the sound audible in the charged silence. We knew that look, that flush. It was a siren’s call, beckoning us closer.
Lienna’s gaze locked onto ours, and she began speaking, her voice laced with desperation. “Where have you been? I need you!” She cried out, agitation etched on her face.
We hesitated at the entrance, unsure how to proceed. The news of Oberon’s death and Veronica’s unsettling behavior had dampened our spirits, but Lienna’s plea was impossible to ignore.
I glanced at Hermes and Adonis; our thoughts were in sync. If the world was indeed ending soon, we wanted to cherish every moment with Lienna.
With a deep breath, I stepped forward, crossing the distance to Lienna’s bedside. Hermes and Adonis followed, their eyes never leaving hers.
“I’m sorry, we got held up in a meeting,” I said, gently lifting Lienna onto my lap. “But we’re here now. What do you want?”
Lienna’s hands grasped mine, her fingers intertwining with urgency. “You… All of you,” she whispered, her eyes burning with longing.
Hermes and Adonis moved closer, their faces reflecting the same resolve. In this fleeting moment, we’d put aside the darkness looming outside and indulge in the warmth of our bond.
As I wrapped my arms around Lienna, Hermes settled beside us, his hand brushing against hers. Adonis completed the circle, his eyes locking onto hers with tender intensity.
Lienna let out a soft whimper, parting her thighs ever so slightly and the scent of her musk hit me like a hammer to my head, I growled, my grip on her tightening as I pressed her against me. She leaned backward, resting on me as been eyes fluttered to a close, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
“Hurry… Please.” She murmured and I tore off her dress without thinking, baring her naked self to our expectant gazes. She let out a gasp, but moaned when Hermes palmed her breast, her hips grinding instinctively on my thighs. I clenched my teeth hard, trying to suppress the tidal wave of lust that was rising over me but it was too much to handle.
It had been way too long since I felt her softness and I just wanted to get lost in it. When she turned her head towards me, I claimed my lips in a savage kiss, and she responded eagerly, her body trembling with desire. She moaned in to my mouth as Hermes comtinued to knead her breast, while Adonis busied himself by spreading her legs apart, the scent of her music thickening as seconds ticked by.
Adonis let out an animalistic growl and she fingers dug into her skin. “Oh gods… ” She groaned as she tore her lips away from mine, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Adonis fingers began to tease her opening. She began to vibrate when he spread her wetness all over intimate regions.
“Inside me please… I want you inside me.” She gasped, her voice high pitched. She looked half mad with need.
Adonis slipped a finger into her wet core and she lwt out a drawn out moan, leaning onto me support. “Yes, yes, yes… ” She rushed out like a benediction, her head cocking to the side. He began to piston in and out of her while we watched in agonizing detail as we drank down her moans and cries, the wet squelching sounds driving all of us mad.
“Oh… I’m going to…. ” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her body grew taut, and soon she was exploding in spasms, having her first orgasm. Adonis stilled his movements, watching as she trembled before going slack on me, her gaze hazy.
“That’s better… But I want more.”