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Marit flipped me so I lay on my back next to Corbi. "I'll just check you; let me know if you're sore?"

I knew I'd be abit sore—this had already been a hearty romping, and they weren't done with me yet—but my body was so warmed up and turned on that any repercussions hadn't hit me yet. Still, Marit spread my cheeks and took a close look, testing me with lubricated fingers to see whether I was too tender and wanted to opt out. I definitely didn't. My cock strained against my belly, precum beading in my slit.

We propped my hips up. Marit slicked us both up, then pressed inside. He hooked my legs over his arms, and I offered to hold my knees and splay wide. Marit grabbed my hips and focused on thrusting, his thick cock stretching me open and sending tendrils of lust through me. When I reached for my cock, Corbi swatted me away, so I hooked my arms under my knees and folded in two, baring myself completely to them. Corbi lubed up his hand and then grasped me in a firm grip, pumping my cock in time with Marit's punishing thrusts.

Corbi confirmed his hand job felt okay, but all I could do was babble and order him to not stop. He fisted my cock while Marit's thrusts got more insistent. Marit ordered me to come. "I want to feel you squeezing me."

Oh gods, if he wanted me to come first, I was going to have to focus on letting go rather than trying to hold on. I released my knees, and Marit adjusted so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Corbi eased up, swirling his thumb over my tip and using my precum to lubricate things more. Then he slowly stroked with his fingertips just around the middle section of my shaft, and I recognized that wassomething he himself liked. I surely would develop preferences over time, but for now I just wanted anything and everything these men would give me.

I gripped the sheets and held on. "Harder, please, make me come. I'm so close."

Marit swore and rutted into me like a madman, while Corbi increased his grip until he fisted me once more. The sensations were all too much, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I came with a cry and grunted through my orgasm as Marit bucked through my clenching muscles, then spilled inside me.

I came so hard it took a moment to come down, my whole body tensing and then surrendering to a deep relaxation. Dazed, I noticed Corbi and Marit shuffling around and wiping me off. I was just cogent enough to get up and use the lavatory, then slip into my pajamas and take a drink of water to rehydrate. Then it was back in bed, and I settled between them.

Marit wanted me against his chest, so I curled in and sighed when Corbi spooned behind me. "Love you."

"We love you too," Corbi answered while Marit kissed my temple.

"I'm going to get addicted, too," Marit said softly to Corbi's hummed agreement, and I drifted off to their low conversation.

Chapter Nineteen: Marit

The next morning, we embarked on our journey, walking through the town that bordered monastery lands. When we passed through the magical barrier that protected the monastery, I asked Awariye if he could speak candidly now, but Ceridor still didn't think it was a good idea and suggested we get further away from the places where we could be recognized.

We lodged in a nearby town that night, then rented relay horses and rode the entire next day, straight toward the border. How easily Awariye had produced the kind of coins needed to hire multiple horses further supported my suspicions as to the true identity of 'Ulysses the Tall,' which Corbi was now sure of. No bard in an age such as ours had that kind of money. Not even Ceridor, who was very skilled and had been at it for decades.

After a full day on horseback, I was exhausted. I slept like a rock that night, at the last lodge before the Helvetican-Danubian border. Peter had complained a bit about spending a whole day in the saddle after getting topped just a couple of days before, but when Corbi asked him if he regretted it, he'd responded "definitely not."

The following day, after a brief stint on horseback between two relay stations, we set off on foot, straight into the forest and up a steep path that seemed to be climbing into the mountains.

"Should be safe to talk now," Ceridor finally said.

Awariye whipped around to us, and once again I saw that kaleidoscopic dancing of colors in his eyes through my astral vision that I'd been curious about this entire time. "Wren is safe. He's doing well."

Peter held his hand out, and the little etheric projection that had spent most of the journey on his shoulder alighted on his fingers.

"So you're Wren!" Peter exclaimed.

We all shushed him—who knew if anyone in the forest might be quietly listening—but then we all froze when the little wren made of shadowy mist gave a startled cheap at Peter's enthusiasm. It beat its wings as if trying to hold together during a gale storm and then popped out of existence.

"Hoppala!" Awariye said in surprise, then put a hand on his partner's shoulder when Igor gave an urgent grunt. "Don't worry—we're almost there."

"Did I kill Birdie?" Peter whisper-shrieked.

"He's still here,just dispersed," said Corbi. "I can feel him, since he's etheric."

I smiled at my lover, proud of him.

Awariye sent a questioning look my way. "We'd hoped to have the instructors at the monastery examine us—Wren and me—but the closer we got to the border, the more convinced Wren became that he couldn't take them into Helvetica."

"Them?" I asked.

Awariye lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. "The lanterns."

We fell silent a moment, continuing to climb. I was grateful we'd packed light.

"Do you mean the colors in your eyes?" I asked, then smiled when Awariye laughed at the cheesy pun.