Trill let out a deep groan of satisfaction as Molun drove into him again, the sounds Molun making indicating that Arvus was being his usual masterful self. Heat and arousal suffused every part of Trill, from his head to his feet. Molun’s hand continued to stroke him.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” Arvus said.
Trill wasn’t sure which one of them he was talking to—but maybe it didn’t matter, because they both said, “Yes.”
Arvus’s rhythm redoubled, and it only took a handful more thrusts before Trill was overcome with pleasure, crying out as he came, tightening on Molun’s cock, which made him come, too. He rode out the wave of pleasure listening to Arvus take a few more thrusts and then bury himself in Molun as he came as well.
The influx of satisfaction on top of all the satisfaction Trill was already feeling left him a sated, boneless pile of pleasure.
Molun pulled out even as it sounded like Arvus was pulling out of him. Trill made a sound of protest, and then there were fingers pressing back inside of him, filling him up.
He let out a contented sound. A kiss was pressed to his temple.
“We’ve got you,” Molun said. “Arvus is doing cleanup because he’s the best.”
He really was.
A moment later, there was a warm cloth, carefully stroking over Molun’s and Trill’s skin. And then they were being rearranged for sleep, Trill wrapped in Molun’s arms and Molun wrapped in Arvus’s.
“I love you,” Trill told them.
The words had been there for a while now, and he couldn’t see a reason to hold them back any longer.
There was a sharp intake of breath, and Trill wasn’t sure who it was from.
Molun’s lips pressed against the side of his head. “Love you, too.”
Arvus’s long arm reached out to gently squeeze Trill’s arm. “We love you very much, Trill. We’re so glad you’re here with us.”
There was nowhere that Trill would rather be.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
If someone had told Cormal six or seven months ago that Brannal would be back as Summus, that the castle would have a Royal Life Mage, and that Cormal would get along pretty well with both of them, he would have thought they’d taken leave of their senses.
If someone had told him that in a few months, he would be marrying the Crown Prince of Plenarra, Cormal would haveknownthey were speaking utter nonsense.
And yet, here he was, planning a wedding.
“Andthen,” Larenia said enthusiastically, eyes alight, “someone jumps out of the cake!”
There were moments where he regretted that the Princess had started talking to him. But then he took in Kinan’s amused, indulgent expression, and he couldn’t help but melt a little.
It was astonishing how much better she looked now, with months of growing when all her energy was her own. Cormal knew Kinan still felt guilty about that, but seeing her flourish now was the best medicine. They’d all made it here, after all.
Even if some of them thought giant cakes were necessary.
“I think people jumping out of cakes might be a little much, even for a prince’s wedding,” Kinan said with endless patience. “And doesn’t it seem a little messy?”
The Princess shrugged, not seeming bothered by this at all. “It’ll still taste good.”
Cormal couldn’t help but grimace at the idea of eating chunks of cake that had probably fallen on the floor after someone had burst through it.
“I know I’ll regret asking this,” he said, “but how do they get someoneina cake?”
Larenia turned to him with luminous eyes that were very like her brother’s and launched into a convoluted explanation that Cormal was pretty sure came down to much of the cake being a wooden construct with only a layer of actual cake on the outside. That did actually make it much better, but it still seemed entirely unnecessary.
