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November

The High King did not say yes in November.

Though the other two kings spent the entirety of the month training me to take his claim.

First with the Shadow King’s long fingers: two to start, in a version of the lotus position with me partially leaned back and Tadhg’s particular brand of low, dark instruction.

“That’s right, Strawberry, open up for your Shadow King. Relax into his hand. We don’t want you in any pain when the High King takes you.”

It was hard to imagine a scenario where sex could be painful with the Shadow King working those two long fingers inside me, the muscles flexing under his inked forearm as he moved his hand with smooth, deft strokes.

There was a fleeting grin on his pale, moon god face.

Soon an embarrassing squelching sound was coming out of me, and that apparently was the cue for Tadhg to instruct Cian, “Add a finger, lad. Reward her for being so cute and responsive.”

The Shadow King withdrew both fingers and came back with all three, filling me up tighter than I expected.

I cried out a little, not sure what to do.

“You’re alright, Strawberry,” Tadhg assured me.

“Keep on relaxing into it. That’s all you’re responsible for doing. At least for now.”

You know, being compliant wasn’t all that bad.

My natural instinct to follow all instructions to the best of my ability earned me several hot, appreciative looks from the Shadow King and a lot of “good Strawberry” praise from the Mountain King over the next few minutes.

“Such a good Strawberry,” Tadhg murmured when the Shadow King’s strokes became smooth again, his three long fingers easily working in and out.

“Look at you, adjusting and creaming all over the Shadow King’s hand.”

But the training didn’t stop there.

After a few days of working the Lotus Finger Bang (Tadhg’s labeling, not mine) into our training exercises, the Mountain King replaced Cian, pulling me back onto his wide chest.

Maybe because of the initial survey, I loved this position.

Tadhg’s voice in my ear, his thick length lodged against my back.

Like something trained, my core immediately started clenching, begging to be tended.

But instead of the Shadow King’s tongue, I received Tadhg’s two middle fingers, pushed slowly into my canal.

Just two of his thick fingers stretched me out even wider than the Shadow King’s three.

“Unh!” I whimpered and dug my heels into the mattress, trying to find enough purchase to lift and get away from his hand.

“Calm yerself, Strawberry. I’m not hurtin’ ye ever.” Tadhg’s rough Mountain accent was back.

“Ye know that. And ye’ve got the Secret Kingdom if it’s truly too uncomfortable.”

The Secret Kingdom …

the safe word I’d been told to use at any time.

This was the first time I’d even considered it.

His fingers were so big, so thick—wider and longer than Reuben’s penis.

They felt like an invasion.

Until I heeded his words.

Calmed myself. Forced my breath to come out in intentional exhales instead of frantic gasps.

“That’s right, that’s right. Ye’re so good at this, Strawberry. I’m going to need ye to open your legs wider. Let me into that sweet cunt.”

I spread my legs, a helpless puppet under his coarse, hypnotic words.

“Good, Strawberry. Now give me my welcome. Make yerself want this. Get yerself so wet I can get a third finger into you without a problem.”

His instructions didn’t make any sense.

Yet somehow they did.

Instinctively, my heels dug into the mattress again—this time so I could grind my hips, building heat until I was slick enough to push down on the invading fingers.

Then I started undulating, instead of avoiding his hand.

“Aw, look at ye riding my hand, Strawberry.” Tadhg rested his chin on my neck and curled his beefy arm around my belly.

His voice took on a prideful tone.

“Neither of us have ever seen anything so sexy, have we? Thank ye for this gift. Ye going to cream for me?”

I wasn’t a wolf.

And I wasn’t a cat.

But soon I was mewing, then creaming, as Tadhg called it, all over his fingers.

The Shadow King was rubbing himself through his boxers, a sign I’d begun to appreciate.

Usually, he excused himself to the washroom.

But I loved when he got so worked up he couldn’t help but touch himself.

Like he, too, was a victim of the Spring Fire.

But the Spring Fire was me.

Grinding myself with wanton abandon on Tadhg’s thick, fully seated fingers.

“Good, Strawberry. Such a good Strawberry, taking my two fingers like a queen. Tell me you want the third one. Beg me sweetly to put it in your tight little cunt.”

His words were so unnecessarily coarse.

Sometimes I couldn’t believe this was the same male who tucked me into bed with a soft kiss to my forehead every night.

But his dirty words sent a rush of heat through me.

“Third one!” I gasped out.

“Manners, Strawberry,” Tadhg chastised in his schoolmarm voice.

“Ask your Mountain King nicely.”

“Please, Mountain King!” I gasped.

“Please, may I have the third one?”

Just like the Shadow King had, Tadhg fully withdrew.

But instead of immediately working his index finger in, his invading hand found one of my breasts, smearing it with my own essence.

Then he used the wet to play with my nipple.

A piercing spike of pleasure shot from my chest to my core, making me cry out.

But it wasn’t enough—because now I sat empty.

My channel had been too tight before, according to Tadhg.

But now it felt like it was gaping open, hollowed out with need.

Panting for…

“More. Oh goodness, please! More, more!”

“Shadow King, come have your dessert,” Tadhg invited.

“Help me hold her down while I perform a new survey question.”

A new survey question, I wondered—right before the Mountain King plunged not three, but all four fingers into my sex.

Taking what he wanted from me with rough, hard strokes.

I could barely describe the invasion.

Tadhg’s fingers filled me up, stretching me to my very brink.

The near entirety of his hand was inside me, and his other hand held tight to my hip—making it so I couldn’t move.

Could only take what he was giving me.

Meanwhile, the Shadow King was beside me, drawing the breast Tadhg had smeared into his mouth like some kind of sweet treat.

This was wrong. So wrong.

What if the High King was watching me—spread open like this?

So wide, getting more than I’d asked for?

The Secret Kingdom.

I might have said the words…

if I didn’t immediately start coming in the next moment.

“There you go, Strawberry.” Tadhg’s hand continued its work as I reached my peak.

“Just like I suspected. Ye like it a bit rough, don’t ye? Look at ye, coming so hard after taking my hand.”

I looked down.

I shouldn’t have.

It was the lewdest sight imaginable—my drenched folds, contracting around the hand stuffed inside me.

Then the Shadow King reached over to my other nipple and pinched—hard enough to cause pain.

Another wave of orgasm overtook me before the first one had even finished.

Suddenly, I understood why the Shadow King had been invited over to hold me down.

I thrashed and writhed like someone possessed under their rough attention.

The climax kept going and going, refusing to ebb.

I was screaming.

I was sobbing.

I was losing my mind.

And time.

I blinked—and suddenly, I was under the covers, coming back to consciousness in the arms of the Shadow King, who was holding me tight and kissing me softly on the back of my neck.

“A bit of aftercare to keep your mother away,” Tadhg explained as he joined us, climbing into bed on the other side of me in a fresh pair of underwear.

That, along with his damp red hair, let me know he’d taken care of himself in the shower.

Not for the first time, I felt guilty that I was the only one receiving pleasure from our sessions.

But I didn’t dare say I was sorry.

Tadhg had threatened that if I gave into that temptation again, he’d introduce me to something called impact play.

Instead, I asked, “Do you think he’s upset that I lost my mind like that?”

As usual, we never had to clarify who he was.

I still hadn’t seen him.

Yet I often sensed he was watching—through the innocent-looking lake wall.

Watching, but not communicating anything.

“I think he’s something ,” Tadhg answered with a tired chuckle.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if we had his decision by December.”