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  Their time in the Vale had ensured she knew what awaited her this night.

  Taking her kiss, Daelan could feel the silken-soft hand curling about his cock as his brother tasted the cherry-tipped mounds of her breasts. Finally, Caedan’s lips covered one tender bud, sucking it into his mouth as she arched and cried out at the contact.

  Their Consortress, the woman they had loved and played with during her visits within the Vale.

  She was theirs.

  Arabella moaned in need as her warrior’s kiss eased back, only to feel the broad head of his cock pressing against her lips moments later.

  Parting them, Arabella found her mouth filled with the head of his erection.

  The hard lips suckling at her nipple eased lower, spreading kisses in their wake as their magick penetrated the tender depths of her vagina and the snug, aching depths of her anus as Caedan’s hungry tongue slid through the narrow slit of her pussy.

  Rubbing, tasting her, he flicked his tongue over sensitized flesh, circled the sensitive bud of her clit and pushed her arousal ever higher.

  Drawing firmly on the broad crest of Daelan’s cock, Arabella felt the merging of their magick, dragging them, tugging them closer to release as she found her hands suddenly shackled by magick, pulled back from them. Daelan drew the hard flesh filling her mouth back, taking the taste of male need from her hungry tongue.

  “We cannot wait,” he groaned. “The need is too strong, love.”

  Caedan eased from between her thighs, rising between them as Daelan watched, his gaze centered to where his brother tucked the head of his cock between the silken folds of her intimate flesh.

  Arabella watched, barely daring to breathe as she felt the first stretching of her untouched flesh, the invasion easing inside her as magick curled around her nipples, ghostly mouths suckling at them with abandon as more tugged at the tender bud of her clit.

  She was wrapped in magick, sorcery and pleasure.

  Yet her gaze was locked on the hard, heavily veined flesh of Caedan’s cock as he pushed inside her. Her slick juices coated it as magick wrapped around it.

  His hips shifted, pushing in, dragging back, pushing in, then back, then with one hard thrust the iron-hard flesh buried deep inside her, though still half of the heavy erection had yet to sink inside.

  “Arabella,” Daelan whispered. “I can feel your pussy wrapping around my cock as well. Each sensation he feels…” He groaned. “Sweet princess, take all of him. Take him, love, so I can have you as well.”

  Drawing back, Caedan paused, parted the folds of her pussy to allow his brother to see the stretched pink flesh gripping his cock.

  They both groaned.

  Arabella screamed out in pleasure as the hardness piercing her plunged full length inside her. Buried to the hilt, throbbing, burning inside her until her senses were ready to explode.

  “Now,” Daelan growled.

  She was lifted, magick and male hands moving her as Caedan lay back along the bed, settling her into the cradle of his thighs, his cock impaling her, stretching her with such a pleasure-pain she feared she could not bear it.

  Then Daelan was behind her, the heavy width of his erection pressing at the tighter, smaller entrance there.

  They had prepared her many times with their magick. But their magick and the thick flesh now pushing past the tight ring were two different things.

  She arched, cried out their names. She felt their magick inside her, slickening the little hole, stretching her ahead of the thick crest impaling her as her screams of pleasure echoed around her.

  They were penetrating the very depths of her.

  Caedan’s cock filled her pussy, throbbing in demand, his hips bunched, ready to begin thrusting. Behind her, Daelan bore deeper inside her rear, her flesh stretching tight around the invasion, fire and ice lancing at her nerve endings as she took more than she had ever imagined she could.

  Bearing down, she clenched the muscles of her cunt, tightening on the erection filling her as the tight grip of her anus began flexing and milking the cock burying inside it.

  Magick lubricated her, eased her until Daelan’s length was an iron-hard shaft of throbbing male flesh impaling her.

  They held her hips steady, holding her to them as the hard widths of their shafts throbbed in each portal they possessed. She could feel her anus flexing, spasming around Daelan’s cock, her muscles fighting to accept and accustom to him. Caedan’s cock throbbed in her pussy, the little shifts of his hips rasping the mushroomed head against sensitive tissue until she wondered if she would be driven mad with the pleasure.

  Their groans filled the room in unison as they began moving. In perfect accord, one in, one out, tearing her senses apart with the sensations burning through her.

  Magick lips drew on her nipples, suckled her clit. Hard cocks burrowed into her cunt, her ass, fucking her with hard thrusts and male hunger as she began tightening in their arms, pleasure impaling her, ratcheting through her as she fought to move between them.

  Her inner muscles sucked at the hard shafts. Her breasts swelled, her clit began to pulse deep, internal spasms as each thrust became harder, faster.

  It was building, tightening. She couldn’t bear the pleasure, couldn’t bear the waves of heat burning between them.

  Her magick tightened around their balls, stroked their flesh, tugged at their nipples.

  They were driving her mad. Her nipples and clit plumped, becoming more swollen, flexing and throbbing until their combined thrusts sent her exploding into a magick and a pleasure she could have never envisioned.

  Their cries mixed and mingled as her warriors began thrusting harder, then buried to the hilt, the heat of their releases jetting inside her, filling her with the fiery heat of their seed and the remnants of a magick her spirit drew greedily inside her.

  She was a mass of pleasure, ecstasy, magick seeding deeper inside her and well aware her warriors sensed the same. Her magick invading them, merging with them, creating something Sentmar had not seen since the dawn of the magickal beings the One had created.

  Epilogue

  Across Cauldaran, Covenan and the magickal lands in between, beneath and above, magick spiked. Wizards and Sorceresses, the Pix and the Spry, the Gnome, the Pegasus, those Griffons still in hiding and the great Gray Doves that nested in the hidden places felt the shift of magick.

  Deep within the recesses of Cauldaran springs of liquid magick swelled and flowed, spilling over granulite that the spora soaked into, infused and began spreading out like great luminous veins of magick until they came to a hidden cavern where a Cauldaran Sorceress princess sat, naked, feeling the magick building beneath her, seeking her, unwilling to wait for that moment when memory and magick would merge.

  The Veressi watched the magick spreading beneath the pinnacle of Sentmar’s well of magick, fed by the raging seas, underground springs and the boiling depths of the planet.

  Here, the One had created one of two points that reached to the depths of the greatest magick the land would ever hold. Guarded by the first castle built upon the land, protected by safeguards that only the One could reveal, it reached out now to a single Sorceress, unwilling to wait… Unwilling to plead for another moment…

  She was the Sentinel of magick, the merging of Wizard and Sorceress magick once more, torn from her land to complete the vow she made the warriors and magick within the Shadow Planes in a battle she told herself was no more than a nightmare.

  As evil grew upon the land, magick built, swelled, it seeded its females, it rained upon its males and within the fertile lands of magick, it grew silently. Not magick, evil nor human guessed the changes rippling through the lands until the moment the first Sentinel came to being within her warriors’ arms.

  *

  Garron smiled as the horrific scream of rage echoed from Shadow Hell.

  Propped against the entrance into that shadowy realm, his dragon’s scales absent, the powerful, dark visage of the warrior wizard god waited.


  He had not long to wait before the triplet cosigned to the dark lands rushed the entrance. He moved then with the brother he rarely saw, and even more rarely combined his powers with.

  The gates of Shadow Hell swung shut, great magickal locks securing the only exit this being could ever know as he rammed against it with all his vicious might.

  “You will not entrap me here,” he screamed into the golden light created by the twins, severed from their bond with the dark child evil had implanted within their mother so long before. “My sire will not allow such. He will not stand for my imprisonment once again.”

  Garron stared back at the brother he had loved in the womb, fought for as a child and watched in horror as his own parents turned against him for acts this one had committed.

  He had not known his true form in so many years that his bones ached, the lack of scales and heavy muscle felt alien to his body.

  “Your imprisonment is soon to be for much longer than even the first, brother,” he sighed sadly as the power created by him and his twin boiled and swelled, burning about them with such force that the dark one was forced to shield his eyes. “You have caused much pain, the land will heal as you are imprisoned here, forced to watch the dark deeds committed by you and your sire as they are slowly unraveled.”

  “It will not happen,” the dark one screamed. “My sire will not allow…”

  Piercing, bringing down rock and rippling within Shadow Hell, another scream tore through the caverns that would hold the two for perhaps long enough to allow the Seeds the One had sown to come together.

  “You cannot do this, brother.” Strong, long-fingered, the hands of a Wizard gripped the iron bars fused with the greatest magick in all the lands. “Think of this, Garron. Without your dragon form your Sorceress will revile you. Without it, your children will hate all you are for the lies you beget. I helped you.”

  “You stole from me the Sorceress meant to be mine by stealing her life,” Garron rasped in fury. “At her rebirth, you ensured she was given to another, the daughters who should have carried my blood seeded by one of lesser magick. No, brother mine, you did me no favors,” he snarled. “And now, I do you no favors. Now, bastard-get, I reclaim all that was mine so long ago while you watch, secured by the power of the One and the magick of this land. You sought to destroy what was not to be destroyed and now you may pay the cost.”

  Evil was not vanquished totally. The seeds of a greater magick had been sown, but Garron knew the seeds of evil were already sown and building within the human lands.

  Stepping forward, the twin he had been forced to remain separated from faced the surprise of the third brother they had been severed from completely.

  “Our Sorceress awaits us. The daughters we shall claim will be protected by us, Dar’el,” he growled with a low rasp of fury. “And the Wizard sons we shall soon see will be born safely within the protection of the One. You will not take them from us again.”

  As he had twice. Each time their rebirth had occurred, he had destroyed them then told his brothers only moments before they were slain, taken from life and returned to the magick of the land.

  Rebirth was not common. The One was known to be possessive of the magick that returned to him. Especially his cherished daughter’s. But he’d sent her back twice now, and each time she had been taken from them the lands had shook in rage.

  This time, the One had hidden her carefully, aiding Garron and his brother until the first Seed could be found and the Sentinel brought forth from it.

  Now, she awaited them.

  Her daughters awaited true fathers.

  Their sons awaited their birth…

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