**Avery**
We sent the captives ahead because Regina couldn’t carry everyone and Draven was too weak to do a portal and I didn’t want to attempt one in my disheveled state. I am still concerned if my mates will hate me for what I did with Draven and
Rory. The grand doors of the Naga palace swing open, the heavy wood creaking as we step into the grand foyer. We are a
study in contrasts: my striking red and blonde hair cascading over my shoulders, my eyes rimmed with red from unshed
tears; Draven, his dark hair falling over his blue eyes, a shadow of a beard darkening his jaw; and Rory, her thin frame
tense, her eyes still radiating shock from what had transpired hours ago.
The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint tang of magic. The sound of our footsteps echoes through
the empty hall, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that usually fills the palace. But today, the only movement comes
from the Trio—Cassius, Clint, and Conner—who stand at the top of the grand staircase, their eyes fixed on us.
Cassius, his lean frame clad in form-fitting leather armor, steps forward, his blue eyes piercing as they take in my
distraught state. Clint, his blue eyes flashing with concern, moves to stand beside him. Conner, his bright blue eyes
narrowed in thought, leans against the banister, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
As I catch sight of them, my eyes fill with tears, and I rush forward, my arms outstretched. “Cassius, Clint, Conner,” I cry, my voice breaking as I reach them. “I… I had to do things… terrible things to get us home.”
My words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken confession. The Trio exchange a glance, their faces unreadable, before
Cassius steps forward, his hand gently grasping my shoulder. “Avery, what happened?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.
But I can’t hold back the flood of emotions any longer. The words tumble out of me, a torrent of confession and shame.
“I… I had to fuck them,” I whisper, my eyes downcast. “The Ancient One, a stirgoi… it demanded a sacrifice, and I… I
couldn’t let Draven or Rory…” My voice trails off, but the implication is clear. The Trio stare at me, their faces a mask of
shock and hurt. Clint’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with anger, while Conner’s arms unfold, his hands clenching into
fists at his sides.
Cassius, his expression unreadable, takes a step back, his hand falling away from my shoulder. “I… we need to talk,” he
says, his voice tight. “Alone.” My eyes widen, and I reach out as if to stop them, but they’re already turning away, their
broad shoulders tense as they head down the hallway. I stand there, frozen, as the reality of what I have done settles over me like a shroud.
Draven and Rory exchange a glance, their faces pale, before Draven steps forward, his hand gently grasping my elbow.
“Come on,” he says, his voice low. “Let’s get you to your room. You need to rest.”
I allow myself to be led away, my feet moving mechanically as we make our way down the hallway. My mind is a
whirlwind of emotions: shame, guilt, and a deep, aching sadness. I can’t shake the feeling that I have lost something
precious, something I may never get back. As we reach my old room, Draven helps me inside, his hand gently guiding me
to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he says, his voice gentle. “Try to get some rest. I will never
desert you. Please rest and then wash up once you have the energy. If you need help, Rory and I are here for you…
always.”
I nod, my eyes fixed on the floor, as Draven closes the door behind him. I sit there, motionless, as the minutes tick by, the
silence pressing down on me like a weight. Meanwhile, the Trio has retreated to the library, a grand room lined with
shelves of ancient tomes and leather-bound volumes. They stand before the fireplace, their faces illuminated by the
flickering flames, as they discuss what they’ve just learned. I shut off the link because I can’t bear to hear them talk about
me and what I had to do and would do again to save the ones I love.
**Cassius**
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I interrupt, my voice low. “We don’t know
It’s a stirgio and perhaps the last of
could have.”
that justify what she did? We’re
The room falls silent as the weight of his words settles
jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions: anger, hurt, and
darker.
between us,” I say, my voice firm. “Avery’s been through a lot,
her. But…” I trail off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear that what she did
slightly, as Conner speaks up. “Maybe we need to show her that there
willing to forgive.” We fall silent, our eyes locked in a triangle of
show Avery that we are willing to
make it clear that what
over the palace, we make our way to Avery’s
Rory, and that we only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside
who’s been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen
inside, our faces unreadable, as we close
locking with Avery’s. “We’ve been talking,” he says, his
and she starts to speak, but Clint holds up a hand, his eyes flashing with
to understand that what you did… it hurt us.
sag, and she nods, her eyes filling with tears.
apologies aren’t enough.
amends.”
her chest. She knows what
part… another
going to show you a
take you, all of us,
as she takes in the implication. She knows
fear, despite her shame, she feels a spark
to grasp her chin, his thumb
Avery?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “To let us take control, to let us show you what it means to
heart pounding in her chest. She knows that this is her
she’s willing to submit to our will. And as much as it terrifies
needs this.
whispers, her voice barely
our eyes flashing with approval, as we began to move towards her. I step
Clint and Conner move to stand
firm and possessive. Clint’s hands join his, their fingers
movements slow
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the hem of her tattered gown, his
down her body. Avery shivers, her eyes closing as
at her feet. She stands there, naked and vulnerable, as we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls away, while Clint’s jeans and jacket slide
floor. Conner, his eyes locked on Avery’s, began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving
eyes widening as she takes in the sight of our bodies, our desire for
hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as I pull her
I command, my voice low
her heart pounding in her chest, as
cock already
what
widen, but she doesn’t hesitate, reaching out to grasp my cock, her fingers wrapping
slowly up
I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she sucks my cock,
Clint murmurs, his voice low. “Take it deep, Avery. Show us how much you want
her throat constricting around
as she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse
long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping
head back, exposing her neck. “On your hands and knees,” he
herself on the floor,
spine as Clint steps
he commands, his voice
she presents herself to them. She feels
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