[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fairy Tale Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, sex in partially shifted form, bondage, spanking, HEA]
When the man Golden grew up loving as his father sells him into slavery after his mother’s tragic death, the sheltered Golden must leave all he knows and travel to the dark Withering Woods.
Boris, the oldest of the three bear shifter brothers who bought Golden, makes him want to escape every time he opens his mouth. Boone’s gentle companionship is a welcome relief from Boris’s roughness, but Bash, the youngest, wants nothing to do with him, which might not be such a bad thing considering Boris and Boone want Golden every second… On his back.
Boone seems to be just right, but can Golden fall in love with a man who owns him? If he could, would Boris stay away from Golden’s bed… And would Golden want him to?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“How could you do this to me?” I exclaimed as I threw my plate at my father’s head. I’d never in my life had a single violent tendency but this time he’d gone too far. He ducked the plate and punched it away with his hand. “You can’t do this!”
“Actually I can, you little shit,” he growled, wrapping his silk handkerchief around the cut in his hand. “You’ve been an embarrassment since the moment you were born.”
“Why? I have done everything you’ve ever asked of me. And what’s my fate because of it? You sold me as a whore?”
“Just like your mother.” My father smirked at me as I clutched my chest. I plopped in my seat in shock at his callous comment. My mother had been buried less than three months and my parents had always been deeply in love.
“What?” I didn’t understand.
“On her deathbed she admitted you’re not mine and made me swear to make sure you were taken care of. I did. I just won’t be the one to take care of you. So, little bastard, you are no longer my problem. Either you can keep fighting with me or you can have a half an hour to gather what you can before I have the carriage take you to your owners.”
“You’re lying. Mother would never have cheated on you,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. I stared at him with tears in my eyes. “Even if it is true, I have always shown you love. You’re my father, you’ve raised me since I was a baby. How could you do this to me? Punish me for her mistake?”
“This is just the final excuse to get rid of you,” he sneered. “If you think this is the only reason you’re an embarrassment I was right about how stupid you are. I can’t marry you off to align myself with any families, nor are you of any use to me to further our family name. Your demented ways can’t be made public without ruining me. So you want to bed men? I sold you to three. Have fun and pack wisely.”
I wasn’t sure how but I got to my feet and stumbled from the dining room. Then I went up the stairs and into my room, pulling out my suitcases. Now I was in a panic. I had a half an hour to pack for the rest of my life. I grabbed every bag I had and first stuffed in everything I wanted to keep of my mother’s. What my father said about her might be true, but I loved her and she had always been good to me.
That took up one bag. I set it by the door and tried to figure what was most important to me. My sketch pad and pencils. I couldn’t live without those, and once I was the slave whore for three brothers who knew what they’d ever let me buy. Would they even let me have my own belongings or clothe me?
Right, I needed to bring money I could hide. That one I could handle during the carriage ride. I picked one smaller bag up, placed a travel mending kit in there and every jewel, gem, or piece of gold I had inside. Then I stuffed some shoes in there as well. I could sew them into the lining and soles of the shoes along with a few other pieces of choice clothes.
That filled up another two bags that I would have to make sure were stored inside the carriage with me. Withering Woods was two days’ travel. I needed to use every moment to make plans. Maybe I could find a spot in the woods and bury extra gems in case I needed to run. And that’s when I did something horrid.
I snuck into my mother’s room and took some of her most expensive jewels. Obviously my father wouldn’t treasure her possessions any longer, given he was willing to sell her son. At least maybe they could help me when she couldn’t. I quickly stuffed them in another bag that I wasn’t going to let out of my sight. I threw a few changes of clothes in there as well, hoping my father wouldn’t search through it.
After that it was a flurry of packing. One of my mother’s loyal servants carried all my belongings to the carriage, tears in his eyes the whole time.
“It is important these not be found,” I whispered to him. He nodded his understanding and quickly took the gem-filled bags from my room. I knew he’d hide them under the carriage seat where my father would never think to look. When my time was up I walked out of my house with my head held high, ignoring the smile on my father’s face.
I glanced back at the home where I grew up, picturing my mother standing in the doorway, waving good-bye to me as I took a trip into town. Instead it was the last time I’d ever see my place of birth. She was gone and now I was going to be as well. With a heavy heart I climbed into the carriage, closing the door on that part of my life.
As the carriage moved forward I weighed my options. Could I run? Where would I run to? I was sold into slavery. If I ran I would literally have been a piece of stolen property even if I was the person to steal it. Granted if I could get far enough away no one might think to ever look there for me. But I’d grown up a member of a wealthy family, always staying close to home, learning from tutors. I knew nothing of the real world.
I’d never make it.
“I didn’t think I’d fit when I saw how small you were. Your father didn’t tell us you were just over five feet tall. The sex will hurt until you get used to us.”
I nodded my understanding and quickly stretched myself. Boris didn’t last long and I had trouble swallowing his seed down… Because it seemed not swallowing wasn’t an option according to him. I wasn’t used to being handled so roughly or talked to in that manner but he wasn’t abusive in any way. The second he was done, I sighed in relief, thinking I had a bit of time for reprieve.
He pulled out of my mouth, lifted me up, and flipped me over the side of the couch in a flash. Then he pushed into me, bitching that I was too tight for him to fit.
“Then stretch me more,” I gasped as pain like I’d never felt before radiated through my ass.
At least he hadn’t slammed right into me. When he got about halfway inside of me, the pain was enough to make me want to pass out but the experience wasn’t unenjoyable. An oxymoron if I’d ever heard one but he filled me completely, rubbing over my pleasure gland. I screamed when he grabbed the couch on either side of my hips and thrust the rest of the way into me.
“Oh yeah, I knew a tight ass like you would love this,” he growled as he pulled out of me and did it again. “Fuck, you were worth every penny. I thought your father was lying about how pretty you were until we saw your picture. Then I knew we had to have you.”
When had they seen a picture of me? I wondered. They couldn’t leave the forest and how had my father found out they wanted a sex slave?
“Admit you like this,” Boris demanded.
“I would if my dick wasn’t smashed against the wood of the couch,” I snapped. He sighed and lifted me up so I was over the back of the couch, the cushions comfortably supporting my weight. “Thank you.”
“It matters not to me,” he grumbled and picked up the pace. I held on for dear life as he tried to fuck me up and over the couch. He came with a howl as he unloaded into my extra-used hole. The moment he was done he slumped over my back. “Fantastic ass.”
Part of me wanted to say the most scathing words I could think of to him. The other half of me just wanted to go soak in a hot bath.
He pulled out of me as we both groaned and he slapped my ass hard. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for more. That was a great start and I’ll teach you what I like as the days go on.” And with that he walked away.
I was already exhausted, barely having enough energy to flop back on the couch. But I never landed. Instead, I ended up rolling into Boone’s arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said gently as he kissed my forehead. “I want to treat you right but mostly I’m being selfish. I cannot take you knowing my brother’s seed would slick the way for me.”
Yeah, I could see how that would be gross. He carried me into the bathroom, already having prepared a tub of warm water for me. Boone got in behind me and quickly washed me. Then he lifted me back into his arms and carried me into his room.
“I know you must be sore, Golden,” he whispered as he moved his large body between my legs. “But it has been seven years since I have touched another person. Please, I beg you not to deny me.”
“Can you be gentle?” I bit my lower lip. Hell, he was being nice and he didn’t have to or even ask if I was his slave. And truth be told, I did want him. Maybe that made me as demented as my father had said to want someone in his form but he was still a handsome man and when he touched me I wanted to give myself to him in every way.
“I will try my best but it is hard to be gentle at my size.” He gestured down to his hard cock and I understood what he meant. Any human man would have shown off a piece of meat like that from the length alone. He wasn’t as big as Boris, but not by much.
I nodded for him to go ahead. He smiled as he slicked himself up and pushed my knees to his chest. I gasped at the sensations and the burning the intrusion caused. Boone leaned over, pushing farther into my body and wrapping my legs around him. He pushed himself up over me, thrusting in short jabs to test out how ready my hole was.
“May I kiss you?”
I had a smart-ass reply on the tip of my tongue about how it was okay to fuck me at will but kissing me was asked first. Instead, I appreciated how hard he was trying to make things nice for me and nodded. I received another winning smile and he lowered his head to mine. His lips were like no man’s I’d ever tasted before but they were even more pleasant.
He did have sharper teeth than a human but as long as I kept my tongue away from those, the kiss was wondrous. He started slow but after a few minutes, he picked up the pace, moving faster and harder. But nowhere as rough as his brother had been.
“Please come,” Boone begged, sweat dripping down his brow. “I can’t hold out much longer. You feel so good and it’s been so long, but I want you to enjoy this as well.”
“You have to touch me for that,” I hedged, not sure I could make any requests. He reached between us and stroked my dick in time with his hips.