A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 21: The Knights

The Knights of Ren sit around me at a table that shrinks in size. My entire body burns for touch, for warmth, for the fullness I know I'll feel when one of them is inside me. I look around at all their dark, eager faces, even as they rise from their seats. I still don't know who I want first. Panic grips me for an instant. If they let me decide, will someone get jealous? Have they already decided who without me? I'm not sure how I would feel about that.

I'm jerked back to reality by hands touching me. Vicrul slides his hand into my soaking underwear, and gently pulls the toy out of me. The movement around my sensitive areas makes me gasp and twitch. I look down to see one of my hands clutching the edge of the table with white knuckles while the other is clasped in Ushar's freckled hand. I can't seem to loosen my tight grip. I can't seem to suck enough air into my lungs to breathe.

"Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you." Vicrul is holding the red toy up for everyone to see.

It's soaking, my juices running down to the little handle at the tip of the V. My red, sweaty face burns hot. Warm hands grip around my waist from behind, and Kuruk's soft voice flows over my ear.

"Come on. We have a plan. Don't worry about anything, just relax and let us make you feel good."

I'm too dizzy to protest. My heart is beating too fast to think straight. I want this. I said I want this. I've been thinking about it since I got on this ship. My nerves aren't so bad that I want to run away. They don't cover up the need to be touched and satisfied. Kuruk hauls me to my feet, but I haven't yet let go of Ushar's hand. My knees almost buckle under me, but Kuruk grabs my waist and Ushar pulls me toward the corridor.

"You'll be perfectly safe-"

"Unless you don't want to be." Ushar interrupts Kuruk.

"Not now, asshole." Trudgen turns around. He looks at me as we walk. The walls close in around me, and my body burns. "You don't have to. You can stop at any time."

All these words just make me want it so much more. But there's so many men around me. Twelve hands to touch me. Six bodies to feel. I stumble along, breathing heavy while Kuruk and Ushar hold onto me tight. My thighs slide together inside my pants, wetter than I've ever been in my life. I need something warm inside me, something to share this fire with. I've held out for as long as I could, and now I'm so desperate I can barely see the ship beyond the men around me.

We walk through a blastdoor into someone's living quarters. There's a light on, but the room is pretty dim. And it fills with bodies. It's much bigger than my little room, and the bed is huge, big enough for three. The floor space allows everyone to spread out, but that doesn't stop me from feeling like I'm drowning in bodies.

Vicrul tugs at my free hand until I let him manipulate it. We stand at the control panel just inside the door.

"There. You're the only one that can open and close the door. And the only one that can turn the lights on and off. I already double checked my room. It's totally black without a light." Vicrul's voice is calm and firm, helping to ease the dizzy spell descending over me.

He steps back, and so does Ushar and Kuruk. No one is touching me anymore, and it somehow makes me feel even needier. Desperate and dizzy. I turn to the room at large, breathing through my nose and out my mouth to try to calm my racing heart. The Knights start to strip. They pull their shirts off to reveal muscled chests, shadows falling over their faces in the dim light. Pants come off, and I let my eyes roam their erections through their tight undershorts.

The sight makes my stomach clench and my mouth water. Any hesitation I was having falls away to leave behind a throbbing ache of desperation. I don't just want them, I need them. Kuruk said they have a plan, and I really hope that includes some kind of order. I just need someone- all of them!