Chapter 48- (Spicy Content)

Oriel:
I’m lying in my bed at home. I’m comfortable in my childhood room, I feel safe here and loved. A strange noise wakes me up and my feet carry me to investigate. Someone is moaning and I’m worried that they might be hurt. The door down the dark hallway is ajar, and light is spilling out from the open space. I hear the moaning again curiosity and fear propels my body forward. The moans and small cries aren’t out of pain, my cheeks suddenly heat with embarrassment. I’ve walked in on my parents in the throws of passion. I have never seen anything so obscene or graphic in my life. My parents have always been openly affectionate in front of us, and I know about sex of course, but I have never seen or experienced it before. I have never even been kissed. Some of the other girls my age have kissed boys in our village, but I have always stood out being much bigger than the other girls. Between being different and having the overbearing father’s that I do; boys haven’t seemed to notice me, not like that anyway.
My mother’s lovely long red hair hangs down her back, and she is kneeling on the ground with her legs spread. Lewd wet sounds mixed with moaning fill the room as a strong body stands in front of her kneeling form. She works him with her mouth as the other big male pumps into her from behind, his round ass flexing with each thrust. I go to turn away and return to my room, shame heating my body. As I turn my head, I notice that the man standing in front of her is not one of my dads, but Irvin. My mouth drops open in shock as I take in his large muscular frame. It’s Irvin but not as he is now, he’s bigger and his body looks like it’s been sculpted out of stone. He has dark hair dusting his wide chest. His mouth is open, and head thrown back, he’s thrusting his hips into her mouth roughly, praising her as she slurps him down. The other man, the one behind her kisses her back and I see familiar red eyes. His hair isn’t light like my father’s but long and dark, neatly braided down his pale back. Rowen’s form is chiseled and strong but slender in comparison to Irvin’s bulk. He pounds into her with punishing thrusts his hips slapping against her ass as he pushes into her. It looks like she’s enjoying their rough handling of her from the noises that pour from her. “Open your mouth firecracker.” Irvin says in a low commanding voice that I have never heard him use. My feet have carried me into the room with them without my knowledge, I stand beside the small group and see not my mother’s scared, beautiful face but my own mismatched eyes staring up at Irvin with my mouth open and tongue stretched out collecting his cum. It’s my voice, but husky and whiney that screams out. “Yes, yes. Please don’t stop.” As Rowen grabs my hips and has me ride him with my back flush against his chest. My legs are spread wide between his as he rams his enormous shaft into me fast and hard. His hand closes around my neck, holding me possessively. It’s my body that rides him, but not the body I have now. The scar next to my belly button is there. The one that I got from training last summer when Brody accidentally stabbed me for real with his dagger, and I had to get stitches. So many things are the same, like my eyes and full lips, my scar and my long, red curly hair, but my breasts are larger and full. My nipples are a dusky rose instead of the light pink they are now. I’m taller and my body is firm, the baby fat gone, but curves now make me shapely. This is my body, but all grown up, not as it is now, I’m so confused. I feel hot and achy all over and wetness pours from my core. The need to touch and alleviate the pain is overwhelming. Rowen grabs her breast, pulling her nipples as she shakes on top of him. Irvin lays down flat on his belly before her and licks where she is joined with Rowen and they both moan in pleasure. I watch transfixed as Rowen bites her neck…my neck and sucks his eyes turning black as blood drips down onto her chest. Soon Rowen yells out and pulls his long rod from her body while Irvin licks her clean. I gasp and they all turn their eyes to me.
I sit up in bed breathing heavy and feel dazed. I look around confused by my surroundings and feel the gentle sway of the ship and touch the soft blankets that surround me. I quickly jump up and pull the cabin window open, needing to breath the fresh air to take me out of my crazy trance. My breathing finally returns to normal, and I realize that I was dreaming. Shame fills me as I reach down and feel that my panties are drenched. Why would I have that dream? I have never had one like that before. Was it because I was surrounded by my mate’s scent all night? I don’t even like him, why would I be dreaming about him like that, him and Irvin. Ughhh this is to much for me to try and work through right now. I put myself back to bed and leave the window open, hoping it will ward off anymore dreams of Rowen.
Rowen:
Little whimpers wake me up. I have only been asleep for a few hours, and they have been uncomfortable. I have too many thoughts running crazy in my head to rest peacefully. I get up and dressed thinking something might be wrong with Oriel or that she might be crying. As I reach the outside of her cabin door the scent hits me. The air is perfumed with her arousal, and it stops me dead in my tracks. I turn to go back to bed, needing to be far from her. I decide to go back to bed and get a few hours of rest, she clearly isn’t upset and doesn’t need me. When I hear her moaning, anger raises up in my body. Is she really in there fucking someone? She is still too young and is my mate. Did she think I was joking when I said I would kill anyone who puts their hands on her? I bet it’s that little fuck from her pack. How long has this been going on? I feel stupid and ashamed when I quietly open the door to find her alone in bed. She must be having a dream and I look like a total creeper checking in on her like this. I rush out of the room and quietly close the door, leaning my back against it feeling both relieved and horrified. I definitely need space from her. I hear grunts coming from the next room but decide that I’ve done my fair share of lurking for one night. Time to go back to bed.
Irvin:
I wake up hot and drenched in sweat. The sweetest smell fills my cabin, and my dick instantly swells and my mouth waters. When I hear little whimpers mixed with the heady scent, I lay back my hand going straight to my hard, aching shaft. I know that I need to get control of my thoughts and feelings. Oriel has a mate and could never be mine, not the way I am realizing I want her to be.
Oriel:
I spend the next two weeks with my cabin window open, I would rather be cold then wake up sticky and embarrassed. I have noticed that Rowen other than a few polite conversations has seemed to be avoiding me. If he thinks that bothers me, he is surely mistaken. The only nice thing about having so much down time is I have gotten to know Ayla much better. She has started opening up to me, and it’s nice to feel like I’m making at least one new friend. I also hope that as we settle in her and Irvin can have a relationship. I know she has lost all of her family except her uncle, and Irvin although cautious is interested in getting to know her. I hope time will heal the wounds enough for both of them to open up to each other. Darius has stayed by Rowen’s side, and I feel his eyes on me as if he’s waiting for me to drive a dagger into his kings back. Not yet kings shadow, I’ll break him first.