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“Maybe someday he’ll take both of us at once?” Toby said as he traced his fingers down in circles around were we all joined. He seemed to be spreading his come over us. “He likes being stretched.”

“We’ll work up to it,” Nick said.

“I bet I can take you both,” Toby said, his voice sounding wistful. He sent me a thought of both Nick and I, our cocks pressed together, deep inside Toby. My cock jerked, coming back to life at the idea. Was that possible? How would it even work?

“So possible,” Toby said. “Let’s try it.”

“This is what a power bottom is?” I couldn’t fathom another meaning as a power as great as swallowing both our cocks at the same time might be.

Nick laughed. “Sure, let’s go with that. We’ll make you both power bottoms.”

“You too,” Toby teased. “You know you want it.”

“I want it all,” Nick agreed. “As long as I have you both.”

“And books,” I said, my brain waking up as my body’s need began to race again, as the wolf kept funneling ideas to me. He had a lot of very unfamiliar, yet intriguing ideas.

“Never thought I’d teach an ancient fae prince a few things, but I plan to sex you up forever,” Toby said.

“I’ve read about a few things I’d like to try,” Nick added, his thoughts sending images of more things I’d never thought possible before. Could I even bend that way? “You willing to try?” Nick asked.

“Um, yes?” I said, reaching back to weave my fingers into his burgundy curls, as his hips snapped against me, cock rubbing deep inside again. I groaned. “Seems we can do this again?”

“We might need more lube,” Toby said.

“I hope the camper is soundproof,” Nick said as he dragged his cock in and out of me painfully slow. “We’re going to get loud.”

EPILOGUE

Wesley

Everything was so cold, the air, the ground beneath me, the chain around my neck, and even my sluggishly beating heart. Time came and went without meaning, voices, rage blistered with cold rather than warmth. I dreamt from time to time of running through the fields, feeling the wind tickle through my fur, warm and free. All dreams, pointless, hopeless, useless.

Even my power had faded in the lack of light in this dank place. Not a single whispering utter from the fates who’d plagued me my entire life. Their last instruction made me wonder if this was all meant to be my punishment. A slow torture for shifting around their strands without breaking the rules. Years rescuing the kitsunes with hopes of change only to find myself screwed over and over by fate.

Kitsunes always messed things up. Their weave of providence a complicated mess of knots and broken strands in the tapestry of a grander purpose. The demi-god had been the worst of these tangles. I’d thought I understood it, free the prince and create a balance, which would in turn mean a resurgence of the fae. All kitsune were fae, and not. Complicated.

Had Spring resprung finally? The King taking his place? First true monarch in over a millennium to the Spring court. The rest had been a mess of pawns fighting and quickly dying, none strong enough to build the anchor of a true court. I had thought Spring the foundation for change. Reform the birth of life and find the rest settling into place, followed by the rise of Summer, always the strongest of the four. But that didn’t seem to be happening? I had thought Sebastian the Summer King. Had I gotten it wrong?

I’d hoped for freedom myself, an escape from the dark and cold. I hated the fucking cold. But fate cut strands and bound up others as easily, ending lines, and shifting the chains to me.

Zephyr was dead. A boon, I’d seen his death in freeing the prince, not my own imprisonment. Balance? Kiran free and me in chains? I was no demi-god or anyone of consequence. Fate stripped me of my second sight the longer I lay in the dark, which was the only value I had left to the court. Yet they kept me bound, little more than a rug beneath her feet.

How long had it been? Months? Years? Her ties to the god severed, she resumed feeding on her own, the realm sinking inward. I could sense everything tightening up, but the mortal realm beyond, filled with its spirits of elemental strength, had been watching for a long time. Their irritation growing with each passing blight that emerged. Eventually the spirits would rise up and crush the Winter court. I’d already seen it happen to Fall and Spring in the past century. The sidhe who had tried to take them over not strong enough. If Kiran had taken his rightful place as King, maybe the rest would begin to respawn? New anchors in this world to rebuild the lost other realm? I could only hope.

With Winter on the verge of collapse, I prayed for a way out before this world squashed them too, setting one of the mixed in place. Two worlds merged required rulers who straddled both. The Winter Queen was running out of options, but so was I. That was why they kept me chained.

Summer, if they made it through the collapse of Underhill, had been almost non-existent in this world. Either really careful of how they affected the mortal plane, or not strong enough to make a difference. I suspected the former. Summer’s blight did not dig as deeply as Winter’s had. Their abuse of the earthen realm children had been minimal, mostly exclusion from the court itself. Had it saved them when Kiran had first rampaged? I suspected not, but had none to ask. If Sebastian was Summer’s new rise, he would need time to learn and build. And likely face many a battle from remaining fae who deemed him unworthy.

Those of us not born to one court or the other were merely pawns in the game those who had no conscience played. Long lives and endless power led to insanity, corruption, and the birth of monsters. Kiran had never been wrong about that. Some shielded themselves from the pain by pretending it didn’t exist. Others basked in it, making it part of who they were, and the rest of us ran from it, trying to find a way to freedom, peace, and rest, a new home.

Underhill gone, but we could rebuild something better, or at least that was what fate had led me to believe. I’d probably been foolish to think the old hags wanted anything but pain for the rest of us.

Had we had a glimpse of Autumn? Or even a new Winter? I feared for a time that Zephyr would be the Winter King. But he was not of this new realm. I didn’t normally mind the cold, but had spent my youth in the Autumn court long before the realm had been crushed.

Winter was so cold. Not crisp or brisk like a fall eve, but a bitter bite of death’s touch. I couldn’t tremble anymore, not enough strength to move at all. Though from time to time, where I lay, bound up and chained to the floor like a dog, I could sometimes see beyond the foot of the Winter throne. She would wander away and he would be there. Locked in horror, pain, and anger, he shouldn’t have been beautiful. One of the dark things of this world, left long enough to evolve into something that could rival the courts, he should have terrified me.

But I knew his face, had caught glimpses of him a thousand times from those tiny bits the fates tried to hide from me. Each time he crossed the path of others all vanished from my second sight, which told me a lot and not much at all. Only that he was mine. The how’s didn’t matter. He could be my death. He could be my love. He could be the end of the world. But it didn’t matter. Only that I knew he was mine. My fate, in the simplest form, was bound up in rock with fae magic only a few yards away. His fate tied with mine, and eventually the day would come when the weave of those strands had to be unraveled. Until then I froze, tears like icicles on my face, and breath ever a painful function.