Chapter 16: The Twins’ Proposal
The war tent was a cave of shadows and lamplight, the only sounds the rustle of parchment and the low, grating scrape of Kragor’s whetstone along his axe blade. Maps were spread across the heavy oak table, weighted with daggers and tankards, detailing the ravaged terrain they would cross at dawn. The scent of oiled leather and cold iron hung in the air, a stark contrast to the musk of the communal sleeping furs in the adjacent chamber.
Most of the harem slept, exhausted from the day’s drills and the previous night’s exertions. Only the soft, paired footfalls of the twins interrupted the silence. Aurelian and Cassian appeared like pale ghosts from the darkness, their movements synchronized, their fine features etched with something more than tiredness.
Kragor glanced up, his massive hands pausing their work. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“We waited,” Cassian said, his voice quiet. Aurelian merely nodded, his eyes fixed on Kragor with an intensity that made the warlord set his axe down.
“I’ll be to bed soon,” Kragor grunted, rolling a tight muscle in his shoulder. “Just need to clean up here.”
Aurelian took a step forward, then another, until he stood at the edge of the table. Cassian followed, a half-step behind, always his brother’s echo and shield. “We… we wanted to speak with you. Alone.”
Kragor leaned back in his chair, the wood groaning. His gaze, usually sharp as a flint edge, softened. “Speak, then.”
“It’s just…” Aurelian began, his fingers tracing the carved edge of the war table. “This place. You. You’ve given us something we never dreamed we could have.” He looked up, his eyes glistening in the lamplight. “A place where we don’t have to hide. Where what we are isn’t a weakness to be concealed in fear. Where I don’t have to pretend this body is a mistake.”
Cassian placed a hand on his brother’s arm, solidarity in the touch. “We’re grateful, Lord. Every day.”
A rare, deep emotion moved across Kragor’s battle-worn face. He stood, his colossal form dwarfing them, but his movement was not threatening. He reached out, pulling both young men against his broad chest, one massive arm around each of their slender shoulders. They sank into the embrace, smelling his familiar scent of sweat, steel, and earth.
“You are mine,” Kragor rumbled, his voice a vibration in his chest. “All of you. Your happiness is my concern. This life… the blood, the mud, the endless fucking war… it is a dark weight. But you—all of you—you are the light that makes bearing it worth the while. You are the reason I come back from that field.”
Cassian clung to him tighter. “We want to give you something in return. Something… meaningful.”
“You give me everything,” Kragor said, his voice rough with feeling. “Your trust. Your bodies. Your devotion. That is a king’s ransom.”
Aurelian pulled back just enough to look up at him. His chin was set, a prince’s resolve firming his delicate features. “But I want to give you something none of the others can.” He took a shaky breath. “I’m ready to bear your children, Kragor. I stopped taking the suppression draughts. Weeks ago. My body is my own, and I give its fertility to you. I want to be full of you in a way that lasts.”
The air in the tent seemed to still. Kragor’s eyes flashed, a primal fire ignited deep within. Gratitude, love, and a raw, possessive hunger coalesced into a single, driving need.
He moved.
One sweep of his arm sent maps, daggers, tankards, and scrolls crashing to the floor in a tumultuous clatter. Before the last parchment had settled, he had seized Aurelian by the waist and hoisted him onto the now-cleared table. The oak was solid and cold against Aurelian’s back. Kragor’s mouth crashed down on his, a deep, claiming kiss that swallowed Aurelian’s gasp. It was all tongue and teeth and growled affirmation.
Kragor broke the kiss, his breathing already heavy. He shoved the simple linen shift Aurelian wore up around his waist, exposing him. He didn’t bother with preamble. He dropped to his knees before the table, buried his face between Aurelian’s thighs, and feasted.
His tongue was broad and ruthless, licking a hot, wet stripe from his hole to his clit, which he sucked into his mouth with greedy pressure. Aurelian cried out, his back arching off the table, his hands flying to tangle in Kragor’s wild hair. “Oh gods! Yes!”
Kragor ate him with a single-minded focus, devouring the evidence of his arousal. The slick, sweet juices coated his beard, glistening in the lamplight. He lapped at Aurelian’s cunt, speared his tongue inside, then circled his swollen clit again, driving the prince toward a shaking, sobbing peak within minutes. Aurelian came with a shattered scream, his thighs clamping around Kragor’s head.
Kragor surged to his feet, unbuckling his trousers. His cock, already fully hard and jutting, looked obscene in the intimate light. “No more waiting,” he growled, voice thick. He hooked his hands under Aurelian’s knees, spreading him wide, positioning his slick, weeping entrance against the bloated head of his cock.
“This cunt is mine to seed,” Kragor snarled, not easing in, but pushing forward with inexorable force. Aurelian’s body stretched, accepting the brutal invasion with a guttural moan. “I’m going to pump my get so deep into your womb you’ll feel it for days. You’ll swell with my child. Your pretty belly will rise with my bloodline.”
He began to fuck him in earnest, each powerful thrust slamming Aurelian’s body into the unyielding wood. The table creaked in protest. Aurelian could only writhe, taking it, his mind awash in the filthy promises and the sensation of being utterly filled.
Cassian watched, his own cock straining against his trousers. He moved closer, his hand stroking his brother’s heaving chest, then down to where their bodies joined. He could feel the heat, the incredible stretch. Without a word, he freed his own erection, slicked it with the copious wetness leaking from his brother, and pressed the head against Aurelian’s other entrance.
“Brother,” Cassian breathed, and pushed.
Aurelian’s eyes flew open, a strangled scream ripped from his throat as he was filled in both holes, stretched beyond imagining. Cassian slid in, the tight, hot clutch of his brother’s ass making him groan. He set a rhythm counter to Kragor’s, creating a relentless, pistoning pressure that left Aurelian no quarter. He was a conduit between them, impaled and owned completely.
“Fuck, yes,” Cassian hissed, burying his face in Aurelian’s neck. He could feel the powerful, rhythmic slap of Kragor’s heavy balls against his own cock with every inward drive. It was a lewd, intimate collision, a shared violation that bound them tighter. “Feel him, Aurelian. He’s everywhere.”
Aurelian was babbling, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking his temples. He came again, his cunt fluttering violently around Kragor’s shaft, his ass clamping on Cassian’s. The dual stimulation tipped Cassian over the edge. He cried out, pumping his release deep into his brother’s bowels, his body shuddering against Kragor’s relentless pace.
Kragor felt Cassian’s climax, felt the tremors through Aurelian’s body. It fueled his own raging fire. He fucked into Aurelian’s fertile, clenching heat with a final, brutal urgency. “Take it!” he roared, his voice shaking the tent poles. “Take my seed, you beautiful bitch! Grow round with my son!”
His orgasm erupted, a torrential flood. Aurelian felt the hot, violent pulses deep inside him, jet after jet filling his channel, coating his womb. Kragor held himself impossibly deep, grinding, ensuring not a drop was wasted. The claim was absolute.
Slowly, the world settled back into fragments of sound: their ragged breaths, the still-steady hiss of the lamp, the distant cry of a night bird. Kragor finally pulled out, his cock gleaming, his spend immediately beginning to leak from Aurelian’s well-used cunt onto the scarred wood of the war table.
He looked down at the twin princes—Cassian slumped over his brother’s chest, Aurelian spread and dripping, eyes hazy with satisfaction. Kragor leaned down, kissing Aurelian softly, then Cassian, tasting salt and sweat.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice a spent rumble. “Now we sleep.”