Chapter 37: It Gets Better.

Chapter 37: It Gets Better.
Onyx:

Stirring gently against the hazy swirling white fog, inhaling the crisp cleanliness of the surrounding dream realm as ivory, sandalwood, and spruce filled every pore with an inundating calmness.

“Merry Christmas our Queen.” Mikkel’s playful tone cooed into the swirling fog, feeling my weightless calm lifting me higher into the swirling fog as hot tingles of fiery static rolled smoothly along my quivering flesh. Gasping out into nothingness as sweltering palms, caressed and kneaded in sync with the rolling snaps of electricity, catapulting me further into the swirling white fog with a hazy groan.

“MERRY Christmas indeed.” Birgir rumbled lowly along the rolling whisps of the cloud-like fog, freezing my ascent into the foggy heavens as my body jolted awake in a fiery rush of pooling heat.

“Wakey. Wakey.” Davyn chuckled lowly along my collarbone, shifting against the silky confines of the sheets, halted by the voided awareness of the silky embrace as the cool air swirled and licked along my exposed flesh. Curling my fists and ankles against the soft embrace of fur, peeling my groggy eyes open to the tussled mess of sheets, strung along the floor as my body lingered in a suspended tilted star pose.

“Morning.” Humming lowly against my sleep-stricken voice, lifting my head slowly as my trio stood firmly in a solid wall of glistening muscles, and Santa hats with twinkling lights along the white fur brims. Quaking in delight as their manly scents, embraced the delicious sight of their overly joyous erections with their arms crossed casually against their flexing chest muscles, sporting those mischievous smirks and glowing greenish-yellow orbs.

“Not quiet morning yet, but close.” Birgir smiled brightly, trailing his smoldering finger along my jaw, down between my aching breasts as the soft jingle of bells, echoed through the room with my trembling body. Chuckling softly with Shehad’s groggy exhale, flinching against the firm tug of the silver chain connected to the nipple clamps, lolling my head back with the rushing snaps of pressure against my clit.

“Jingle Bells. Jingle Bells. Jingle all the way.” Shehad hummed happily, sucking in a sharp breath as the rushing heat pooled heavily in my core as Davyn and Mikkel snapped the braided whips with a whistling click of their jowls, causing the bells to jingle in a rhythmic melody.

“Sleigh Bells. Really?” Smirking at their devilishly handsome faces, licking my lips to lessen the alcohol induced dryness that laced heavily along the supple flesh, growling lowly at the warm trickle of milk seeping from my clamped nipples as the evil trio licked and fondled the sensitive mounds of flesh.

“Tasty.” Davyn slurped the droplets from his lips, blowing gently against the bell causing it to sway back and forth, adding a strange sensation of wavering pressure against the clamped flesh.

“Eight Maids a Milking.” The dragons hummed in harmony as Birgir and Mikkel teased the aching flesh further, sputtering out a mewling moan as another snap of the whip, sent streams of milk into their open mouths, licking away the warm milky liquid that coated their flicking tongues.

“Not HELPING!!!” Growling back at the toothy grins that flickered and slithered through the shadows of our shared links, snapping my eyes back to the trio as they flicked and teased the bells with their serpents tongues, causing a jolting surge of electricity to rocket through my body. Hanging my head in defeat, because let’s face it, it felt so fucking exhilarating with their tongues teasing the bells clamped angrily against my sensitive spots.

Exhaling sharply with the rushing euphoria, taken by surprise as the heavy bass thumped from the stereo. Humming in time with the classic tune “The Hunter” by Adam Jensen, growling out in bliss as their tongues worked the bells into a strange rhythm with the bass hits.

Lost in the swirling rhythm of bass and bells, missing the loud bantering and clanking of pots and pans approaching our door as a rushing warmth of blazing heat, pooled heavily from my core, coating my thighs and floor with a crying growl of release.

“WOO-HOO!.... ON-YX!” Seth and Randi’s voices heralded loudly with a quick gasp in shock, snapping my euphoric hazed eyes over my trembling shoulder. Smirking at their boyish expressions turn wild like raging wildfires as the trio stood with quick swipes of their hands, covering their erections with their Santa hats, thumbing away the glistening juices that lingered at the corner of their lips.

Silently laughing at the slack, razor-toothed jaws of our dragons as they stood in shock from the shadows.

“Well, HO-HO-HO. Merry Christmas.” Seth roared in laughter, grabbing Randi’s shoulder as they quickly ducked back out the door with wiggling brows of amusement, leaving me to bask in my lingering euphoria as the guys unstrapped my limbs, setting my feet softly to the ground.

“Seriously, is it so FUCKING hard to knock?” Mikkel shouted-laughed towards the door, handing me my purple and black flannel pajama bottoms and black tank with a quick kiss.

“In this family, are you Fucking serious right now.” Seth poked his head back in with a pan resting on his head, scanning the room quickly to make sure the coast was clear before sliding back in with Randi’s megawatt smile, twirling two wooden spoons in his hands with a pot strapped to his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Girly.” Randi sauntered over to me, placing a chaste kiss to my forehead, smelling like freshly brewed coffee with a low purr as my toes curled at the thought of a fresh, hot mug of richness.

“Seth, Randi.” The trio flashed them pointed stares as they adjusted their matching pajama pants and tanks, slipping their Santa hats back on with quick hugs of annoyance.

“Come on. It’s CHRISTMAS!” Randi sung in a happy tone as he started banging away on the pot strapped to his chest, grabbing the spoon from his hand before it clanged looking at the baby monitor for any sign of stirring from the nursery.

“Relax, they’re all still sleeping. Thanks to the soundproofing barrier I put up, before…” Seth barked out in laughter as he started marching around the room with Randi, banging and clanging like a two-man marching sideshow.

“Shut him up.” Shehad growled lowly, huffing out a cloudy puff of soot that slipped past my lips, halting the joyous parade of banging and clanging with perked brows.

“COFFEE!!!” Everyone shouted as we darted out the room like little kids racing towards the tree to see what Santa left, but instead slid into the kitchen like a stampede of Buffalo on ice laughing and crying in hysteria as everyone stood around the large master chef’s island, decorated in piles of Christmas goodies and steaming mugs of rich black gold.

“Merry Christmas!” Everyone saluted with shit eating grins, lifting their mugs with bright smiles as we greeted and hugged down the line, grabbing our mugs with quick hands. Inhaling the warmth as it smoothly slid over my tongue, warming my belly as it passed down my throat.

Giggling at the trio flicking the pot on Randi’s chest, while Max and JR drummed the pan on Seth’s head holding a laughing Mei in his lap as we all enjoyed this first Christmas in the new Castle of the Realms.

A tingling shiver crawled along my spine, looking over my shoulder into the massive living room with grand vaulted ceilings, humming softly against the rising sun peeking behind the mountains casted in deep purples and blues.

“My child.” That celestial voice called to me as Nuwa stood in the grand room, looking up at the massive blue spruce decorated in handblown glass and white twinkling lights with a flowy white gown that suited her carefree spirit.

“Nuwa.” Greeting her with a head nod as her starburst orbs scanned over the happy faces that laughed and bantered around the island, taking my hand with a warmth that eased my silent worries that prickled at the back of my subconsciousness.

“Seth seems to have not missed a beat in his absence.” Her angelic laugh filled me with a tickling chuckle.

“Yeah. I was worried for a second that his return would be a problem, but from the stories I heard about him, he holds an incredibly special bond with everyone. Now, I see why.” Laughing out at his devilish smirk as he leaned in for a quick kiss from Mei, while Max teased his neck with a playful finger.

“The King of the Dead was once a cold, isolated man with nothing but darkness surrounding him every second of his existence. Even the coldest of men can find happiness, it just takes that special something to chip away the façade hidden deep within all of us.” Her words hung true, looking at all their faces as each one enjoyed a good laugh or joke, sipping on their coffee with “Family”.

“It just takes a “Crazy Family”.” Smiling at her subtle nod of agreement as her hand squeezed mine softly, stepping back with a gentle breeze blowing through the grand terrace doors.

“It gets better.” Her angelic aura faded away to loud squealing laughter as Ziggy and Zek stood gob smacked staring down at two small boxes, decorated with glittery ribbon lids open against the white quartz island top.