Chapter 8: The Meeting
The wind across the plateau was a razor, but the cave system Kragor had claimed was deep, warmed by geothermal vents that smelled of sulphur and stone. It was here, in a chamber scattered with looted furs and stolen silks, that Adrian found them.
He moved with a slight, careful stiffness, a reminder of his longer tenure. He was darker than the twins, his hair a tousled black, eyes the colour of tarnished silver. He assessed them not with Alaric’s jealous spite, but with a weary, knowing curiosity. He carried a tray of rough bread and dried meat. “He said you’d be hungry,” Adrian said, his voice flat. “Eat. You’ll need it.”
Cassian, wrapped in a fur that did little to quell his shivering, eyed the food. “You’re Adrian.”
“I am. And you’re the princes he cracked open on the mountain.” Adrian set the tray down and sat cross-legged opposite them, his gaze traveling between Cassian’s bruised defiance and Aurelian’s watchful silence. “So. How was your first night with our god?”
Cassian blinked, then a grin split his face, raw and real. “Amazing.”
Aurelian looked up, startled by his brother’s immediacy.
“Yeah?” Adrian prompted, a faint smirk touching his lips.
“Yeah,” Cassian breathed, the memory heating him from within. “It was… I’ve never felt so… free. So completely owned. Like every rule just burned away.” He searched for the words. “He dominated us. Broke us open. But it didn’t feel… hateful. It felt like being claimed. Like he saw the raw, filthy thing we really were and said ‘mine’.”
Adrian nodded slowly. “He has a way of doing that. Turning the worst thing into the only thing you want.”
Aurelian spoke, his voice quieter. “It’s… a relief. To not have to hide it anymore. The feeling for each other. The want for… for a man’s strength like that.” He glanced at Cassian, a silent communication passing between them. “We whispered about it for years. To live it openly, even like this…” He trailed off.
“I know,” Adrian said, the words simple. He shifted, and a genuine wince crossed his features. “Just… pace yourselves. After my first time, I couldn’t wake up properly for a day. Couldn’t walk straight for two. Felt like he’d re-arranged my spine.”
Cassian laughed, a short, giddy sound. “Gods, yes. I feel like I’ve been trampled by a herd of horses. In the best way. He’s… insatiable.”
“That’s the word,” Adrian agreed. He picked at a piece of bread. “So. Three of us now. He mentioned… collecting others.” A flicker of uncertainty passed through his eyes, quickly masked. “How’s that going to work? Sharing him? Sharing… space?” He gestured vaguely between the twins.
Cassian’s grin turned wicked. “We don’t have to share. Not in the way you mean.” He leaned forward. “He told us. He encourages his harem to be with each other. To… play. The only law is that we belong to him. Our bodies are his. But we can love each other freely.”
Adrian’s guarded expression softened, then broke into something like stunned relief. “He said that?”
“He did,” Aurelian confirmed. “While he watched.”
A long silence stretched, filled only by the sigh of the vent. Then Adrian let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for weeks. “Oh. That’s… different.”
“It’s everything,” Cassian said.
Adrian looked at them, really looked, and the last of the distance evaporated. He was not a rival, but a fellow traveler on this brutal, liberating road. “He’s on a rampage right now,” Adrian said, a new energy in his voice. “South-east. The city-state of Veridia. The Council there defied him. Sent some pompous declaration.” He stood, his stiffness forgotten. “Come on. We have a receiver rigged in the observation chamber. Alaric’s always fiddling with it, trying to get better signals from the ruined satellites. We can watch.”
The observation chamber was a natural balcony overlooking the mist-shrouded chasm, now cluttered with scavenged technology. A large, cracked screen flickered to life, resolving into a grainy, shaking aerial image. The voice of a news anchor, hysterical with terror, crackled through tinny speakers.
“—Kragor is within the third ring! The barrier walls are gone! There is no stopping— Oh, merciful gods, he’s—“
The image steadied, zooming in.
Kragor, a mountain of verdant muscle and dark hair, waded through the city’s heart. He was grinning. A row of ornate townhouses vanished under the slow, deliberate crush of his foot. People, tiny as ants, vanished into the morass of rubble and mud. He reached down, his hand sweeping along a main thoroughfare, collecting a chaotic scrum of armored vehicles and fleeing citizens. He brought the squirming mass to his mouth. His jaw worked. The screen feed stuttered as if in horror.
“Yes…” Adrian whispered, his hand unconsciously drifting to the lacings of his trousers.
Cassian was transfixed, his breath coming short. He watched Kragor’s biceps bulge as he gripped the corner of a granary tower. With a casual, titanic heave, he ripped it free, sending a avalanche of stone and grain into the streets below. The giant tossed the wreckage aside like a child bored with a toy.
“Look at him,” Cassian breathed. “Just… look.”
Aurelian’s analytical mind was silenced, overridden by a base, thrilling awe. He watched Kragor’s hairy, green back flex as he turned, his cock, a thick, swinging battering ram of flesh, momentarily prominent before it mashed into the façade of a banking hall. Kragor laughed, a sound that distorted the receiver into static, and began to hump the structure.
It was not a sexual act, not precisely. It was a declaration. Each powerful thrust of his hips shook the building to its foundations. Windows blew out in sequenced clouds of dust. Steel beams shrieked. With a final, grinding slam, the entire edifice collapsed inward, a landslide of glass and masonry. Kragor roared, throwing his head back in pure, unholy triumph.
In the cave, three hands moved in unison.
Adrian unlaced his breeches, freeing his thick, already-leaking cock. Cassian did the same, his own hardness jolting into his palm. Aurelian, his eyes glued to the screen, pushed his own trousers down around his thighs, his fingers finding his wet, eager cunt.
No words were needed. The shared connection was a live wire. They were not horrified; they were exalted. They wanted this. They wanted the smoke, the screams, the absolute reduction of a proud city to nothing but a playground for their god.
Cassian stroked himself, his fist a tight tunnel, his eyes on the swirling dust around Kragor’s ankles where a park had been. “Fuck… wreck it all…”
Adrian’s breath hitched, his thumb swiping over his leaking slit. “See the way he moves… like it’s nothing…”
Aurelian’s fingers drove deeper, mirroring the relentless, crushing rhythm on the screen. A low whine built in his throat. “He’s so… powerful…”
Onscreen, Kragor had reached the central plaza. He stood, chest heaving, amidst the total devastation. He looked down at the ruins, at the pathetic, scrambling remnants of life. He spat, a glob of saliva the size of a wagon that cratered a fountain. Then he gripped his enormous cock, fisting it with a warrior’s pride.
In the cave, three movements synchronized. Adrian’s strokes became frantic. Cassian bit his lip, his hips pumping into his hand. Aurelian’s back arched, his free hand clutching at Cassian’s arm for anchor.
Kragor threw back his head and roared. His release was not a spurt, but a cataclysm. A torrent of pear-white cum erupted, a geyser that blasted across the plaza. It smashed into the remaining face of the council hall, shearing stonework away. It flooded streets, a sudden, viscous tidal wave that swept over barricades and the crowds behind them, drowning them in a second, semen-choked deluge. The sheer volume was unimaginable, a literal river of seed painting the ruins white.
The sensory overload was complete.
“NOW!” Adrian grunted, his body seizing.
Cassian cried out, a raw, ragged sound as his cum painted the fur beneath him.
Aurelian shuddered violently, his cunt clenching around his fingers as a silent, intense orgasm ripped through him.
On the screen, Kragor gave one last, satisfied shake, then turned, stomping toward the city’s edge, his work complete.
In the sudden quiet, broken only by the hiss of the receiver and three sets of ragged breaths, the connection lingered. Adrian wiped his hand on his thigh, a dazed smile on his face. Cassian lay back, spent, a profound peace settling over his battered body. Aurelian slowly pulled his trousers up, his face flushed, his mind finally, utterly quiet.
“Gods,” Cassian finally exhaled, the word full of reverence.
“Yeah,” Adrian agreed, leaning back against the stone wall. He looked at the twins, their shared exhaustion, their identical, sated awe. “Tired?”
“Exhausted,” Aurelian admitted.
“But impressed,” Cassian finished, and they all knew it was the greatest understatement of their lives.