5- Between Three Kings

Maera 

We entered into another's chamber. Krishna paused. So did I. The room breathed down on my neck an untamed power. But amongst it was a calming presence. Cushioning and gentle. Unlike the Lycan, Korran.

It felt like something I could lean on. It felt like protection—a powerful kind. But amidst that deep cinnamon smell laced with a hint of strawberry, something else lingered in it. Metallic. Dark. And filled with secrets. 

I turned to see Krishna conversing with someone, tall with almost the same posture as Korran. Then it registered on my mind that he produced that raw power and intoxicating scent. He was the second Lycan brother.

I quickly took to my knees. For the second time, I had gotten lost in my thoughts. I hated myself at that moment. But a thought registered in my mind.

“Were all the Lycans like this—beautiful and strong facial features with a physique meant to kill?”

“Why do you kneel?” He said. His voice, deep and masculine, filled with power, but softer on the air and skin.

“Forgive me, your Majesty,” I replied.  “I did not notice you standing there.”

“Get off your knees,” he responded. Soft. Calm. “And call me Zarek, since you'll be my personal maid.”

I returned my eyes to Krishna. She stood still and said nothing, but her eyes spoke otherwise.

“Yes, Lord Zarek,” I replied. 

He chuckled and moved closer to me. Then he stopped. Everything in me wanted to feel his warm embrace. To have that body pressed against mine. To breathe that lustful scent. 

“Astari,” he said. “Hope you would not mind me calling you by your she-wolf's name.”

My jaws came apart, particularly on how he knew about that piece of information. 

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Lord Zarek. You can call me that.”

As opposed to the White-silvery hair of Lord Korran, Lord Zarek had short red hair with stunning blue eyes. Warm and deeply inviting. 

“Well, since you're already here, Astari, you might as well begin your duties,” he said.

“Dress up my inner chamber,” he commanded. 

“Yes, my Lord,” I responded. 

Krishna took a bow and left, leaving me to begin my duties. Before I could turn my eyes back to Zarek, he had disappeared into the bathroom.

I pushed the doors to his inner chamber. A huge bed lay there. It looked like it could accommodate ten people. I began folding up the scattered clothes around the room, as I proceeded to dress the bed.

Just then a figure appeared behind me, soaked with an infinite amount of power. I could feel the heat breathing down behind me. It had the power of the other Lycans, but it wasn't one of them.

“The last brother.” The thought immediately came to my mind. He was standing behind me. How he got in without my knowing, surprised me. But amongst all, his power bore a kind of rage. One that scared the hell out of Astari. 

I turned to see who he was. I was surprised. 

Upon all that hatred I had felt coming from him. That rage. He was the most charming of the brothers. Tall and muscular. His eyes were the most pretty—they were gold in colour. And then Zarek walked in, naked.

“Fenrik, I see you've seen our new maid,” Zarek said.

“Her name is Maera,” Lord Korran said, as he walked into the room.

“Well, I prefer to call her Astari,” Zarek replied.

I said nothing but bowed my head at all three of them. Their scents lingered in my throat. For a second I felt lightheaded, just wanting to pass out in one of those massive arms. But I held my ground. It was my first day, and something in me told me the Queen Mother and Krishna were not to be joked with.

Before I could raise a brow, Lord Korran and Fenrik had begun taking off their clothes, leaving themselves completely naked before me.

My jaws came apart when all three of them were naked before me, with a hardened groin. My thoughts flickered on what they were about to do.  

I immediately took a bow and proceeded to leave, but was halted by Lord Zarek immediately. 

“Stay, Astari,” Zarek said. “We'll need you to clean up once we are done.”

I was confused. “Done with what?”

Just then, the door swung open as three ladies walked in. They took off their clothes, smiling sheepishly at the Lycans as they joined them on the huge bed. Then it dawned on me that I was meant to watch until they were all done.

Then it started. Their moans filled the air. I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls.

The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. 

Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more.

I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their scent filled the whole room, making me wetter. 

Then the atmosphere calmed. They were done. Each of them got up, took up their robes and left the room, leaving the girls weakened and exhausted. 

I stared at the girls wondering how I would ask them to leave. It felt like an impossible task.

“Why didn’t the Lycans just carry them out themselves,” I thought.

But I would have to either way. I felt the Lycans were putting me up to a test, and I would not fail.