Chapter Eleven
After arriving at mynew home, I’m given some time to freshen up in a large bathroom, with Daddy Nash’s help, of course. He seems to take a special delight in taking care of me in this way. He strips off my dress, as well as my undergarments, and helps me into a pretty blue gown—the nicest dress from Henrietta. There’s a skylight in the bathroom, as well as several high windows, and I appreciate the design that’s intended to allow in as much natural light as possible during the daytime.
As he sits me on a stool in front of the mirror and brushes my hair, I feel as if I’m floating in a dream. I’m here. I’m finally here. In the village my savage captors, my daddies, call home. Daddy Nash parts my hair into two sections and deftly braids each side of my hair, securing each pigtail with a thin blue ribbon that matches my gown.
I take a moment to stare at my reflection as a strange tightness squeezes my chest. I can’t recall a time in my life when anyone ever did my hair for me. In the group homes, my head was kept shaven until I reached the age of ten, when it was expected I would finally be able to care for my hair myself. I remember being small and wishing I could grow my hair longer, like the older girls in the group home, and being rebuked by a Minder whenever I dared to ask. I blink rapidly and swallow hard, warmth filling me as my eyes collide with Daddy Nash’s in the mirror.
I reach for one of the braids. “Thank you for fixing my hair, Daddy.” My throat burns.
“You’re welcome, Josie.” He lifts me off the stool and places a kiss to my forehead. “You look adorable like this. Like a sweet, innocent little girl.” He cups the side of my face and I lean into his touch, soaking up the attention he’s giving me like I’m starved for it. And, I suppose, in a way, I am. I’ve been starved for it my whole life.
Without warning, Daddy Nash grasps my face in his hands and claims my lips with his. His lips are warm and firm, and I can’t restrain a needy whimper when he slips his tongue inside to tangle with mine. His body presses against mine and my pulse increases when I detect his hardened cock through the layers of our clothes. A thrill runs through me and by the time he ends the kiss, I’m panting breathlessly and my head is buzzing with pleasure.
A glance out the window shows the sky’s darkening to a deep orange as the sun threatens to finally slip away. Given the time of day, I’m surprised he didn’t put me into a nightdress. When I inquire the reason for my fresh clothes, including a pair of comfortable sandals, he simply leads me out of the bathroom and into the living room where his twin brothers are waiting.
Before I can draw my next breath, I’m guided into a seat before the fire and a warm mug of tea is placed in my hands. Daddies Erik and Gage take their places on either side of me. While Daddy Nash leaves the room and Daddy Axel is nowhere to be found, the twins commence caressing my hair and my thighs as they pepper me with questions. My age. My job in the techno-city. Where I lived in Emerald and with whom. My favorite recreational activities. Do I like to read? And so on. I answer each question as quickly as I can, but I feel beyond distracted as I utter my responses, for the aching in my core has only intensified since I entered the cabin, stoked by Daddies Erik and Gage’s endless attentiveness.
With an inward smile, I realize that after days of calling their older brothers Daddy, calling the twins Daddy feels almost natural. I’ve been expecting it, after all, as I imagined finally meeting the last two brothers who will also become my mates. I’m glad there isn’t any awkwardness on this front, as I’m eager to throw myself into my new life.
There’s a darkness surrounding Emerald and I’ve no wish to return there. Furthermore, I consider myself lucky to have escaped my techno-city, albeit against my will. Pity resounds in my heart for all the inhabitants of the techno-cities who have no idea the lies they’ve been told by the Wise Leaders.
“You’re beautiful,” Daddy Erik says, mercifully interrupting the bleak turn my thoughts have taken.
“Breathtaking,” Daddy Gage adds.
I flush unbearably hot and squirm in place. I hear clattering in the kitchen and wonder what Daddies Axel and Nash are doing. They probably left me alone with their younger brothers on purpose, I surmise, to allow us a chance to speak alone and get to know one another.
Throughout our interactions, one thought remains on the forefront of my mind: I’m to belong to all four of them. Sooner or later, they’re going to mate with me. Will it happen tonight? Tomorrow?
My breath becomes faint as I imagine spreading my legs and accepting a real cock into my pussy. I’ve seen naked men during VR stories, but when I have sex during a simulation there’s no actual penetration. The VR character rubs his erect cock through my parted thighs and my VR bodysuit commences vibrating in all the right places. That’s it. It feels nice, but it’s notreal.
Real is forbidden. Dangerous. Extremely taboo.
My apprehension grows as I look from twin to twin, wondering just how big their cocks are and if I’ll have difficulty accommodating them.
And what about Daddies Axel and Nash? Will they all take turns with me on our first night together as true mates, or will one brother spend one night with me at a time? My head spins at the prospect of taking all four on the same evening, one after anotherafter another.
“What’s troubling you, little girl?” Daddy Erik asks, his blue eyes glimmering with affection and a hint of concern. He has a serious, fatherly manner about him, as compared to Daddy Gage who is the more playful of the two.
“I, um, nothing is wrong.”
“Josie, don’t lie to us,” Daddy Erik says with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m nervous,” I finally admit. “About what happens next.”
“You understand our brothers took you to become our mate?” Daddy Erik asks, turning my face and forcing me to stare into his blue gaze.
“Of course.”
