Generations 4 - The Thirteen Patriots

Life from the Ashes Series. Book 5 Generations By Jo B

purplefox@usfamily.net

Rating: NC-17

Keywords: M/Sk/K SLASH

Disclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex
Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen,
Kimberly Cook, Senator Matheson, Bill Scully, the morph etc. are the
property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting. All
other characters in the series are mine.

Summary: This is an Alternative Universe Story. It takes place after
an alien virus has killed off most of the world's females and caused
mutations in forty-five percent of the remaining males.

Authors Notes: This is the fifth and final book in the series. The
story is told from River's, Nicky's and Conan's POV.

Special thanks to Laurie, Nicole, Cerulean, and Demi-X for beta-
reading this chapter.

Feedback is always welcome. Any constructive suggestions are
appreciated.

WARNING! This story contains references to male/male sex.

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Chapter 4 The Thirteen Patriots By Jo B



Crystal Palace Monday, November 27, 2017 Nicky's POV

"No! You can't see him, Father!" I stand my ground alongside my
brother Sergei as we bar the double doors to our Dad Alex's bedroom.

"I just want to see how he's doing, Nicolas. You can't think I mean
him any harm?" My Father Nikolai says softly.

"Father, you shouldn't even be in our apartment while my other dads
are away—" It scares me to stand up to him. I look into his piercing
black eyes and handsome face for any sign of how mad he is at us. He
appears more bemused than angry.

Sergei steps between us. "Look, Tsar Nikolai, I don't want to call
our palace's security team. Why don't you just go back downstairs to
your apartment?"

"You boys are very brave. If I wanted, I could have rendered you
unconscious." He winks at me. "Very well, boys, I'll go back
downstairs. Join me later, Nicolas. I think we should talk about what
happened between Fox and me."

I frown, it was a command not a request. "Okay, Father...I want to
hear what you have to say for yourself." I spent all weekend upset at
the thought of my biological father raping my Dad Fox. I wonder if
that was why Dad Alex left him.

"Be downstairs promptly at seven o'clock—we'll dine together."

Sergei and I watch as he turns and heads off down the hallway.

"I'm going to check on dad." I turn and open the bedroom door. My
sister Summer is sitting, reading a book in front of the fireplace
with her feet tucked under her, on the loveseat. Her honey blond hair
falls in waves around her face. Sometimes I envy her being Dad Fox's
biological daughter. "Hey, Sis."

"Hey, Nicky. Did you get rid of your father?"

"Yeah. I'm having dinner with him tonight." I sit on the bed and
stare at my dad's tranquil face. God, he's so beautiful. It's hard to
explain how much I feel a part of him. I love all of my dads, even
Nikolai, but the love I have for Dad Alex is so much more consuming.
I know Summer would understand.

"Nicky, why did he want to see Dad?"

"I think he still feels something for him." I look at her and grin.
"Dad tends to avoid him like a plague when he's awake. I'm sure
Father Nikolai just wanted to look at him undisturbed."

"Could be, but I don't like him being here when Dad Walter is away.
Nicky, maybe you should talk to General Kline. He can assign a few
security guards to our floor until our dads get back."

"I'd rather not, Summer. I don't want strangers on our floor." The
last thing I want is to worry about all my sisters' safety. I wish I
were older and stronger, so I could protect them better.

"It's just a suggestion. You, Sergei, and Kaylie can't protect us
all—"

"We're not. General Kline is keeping an eye on us. If we run into
trouble he'll send some guards to back us up. Sis, I'm going to the
kitchen for something to eat. Do you want me to bring you back
anything?"

"No."

I lean down and kiss Dad Alex's silky smooth cheek. Now that he's
pregnant his body hair is growing very slowly. It is another thing he
hates about being pregnant. I stand and leave the bedroom.

***

Area 51 Monday, November 27, 2017

Major James Conan's POV

He's here. I hold my breath in awe as I gaze across the concourse at
him. He's even more beautiful than I've imagined. The photographs
I've collected over the years hardly do him justice. I couldn't
believe our luck when we heard he was accompanying the King. Our only
disappointment is that Prince Alex isn't with them. My gaze wanders
from his heavenly face to the cute little boy he's holding.
Arman...their youngest son. My eyes travel next to King Walter. The
aura of sheer power radiates off him like a living entity. Subduing
our King will be the most dangerous part of our mission and the most
regrettable.

My compatriots and I have nothing but the utmost respect for our
King and everything he's accomplished since taking the throne. Our
actions will hurt him, but we act in the best interests of our
country. In time, he will understand.

I turn my scrutiny to the other three members of the Royal Family.
The King and his two mates have tried to shield their children from
the public eye, but candid photographs have gotten out. Even so, I'd
recognize River, Hunter, and Gawain without having seen their photos.
Hunter and River are currently the same height with Hunter still
growing. They're three inches shorter than Prince Fox. River is
staying close to King Walter as his inquisitive sapphire eyes scan
those around him. I can tell he's nervous.

"He's still a virgin," Garth whispers excitedly as he notices me
admiring Prince River.

"And he'll stay that way," I hiss under my breath. As long as I'm
the leader of the Thirteen Patriots no harm will come to any of the
King's sons.

Garth shrugs his shoulders. "Hey, you're the boss."

The Generals have the full honor guard out for the Royal visit. One
of our members is part of the guard. The others hold key positions
around the base. From chief medical officer to head mechanic. It is
only a matter of hours now 'til four years worth of planning comes to
fruition. We were planning to act in the Spring during the Princess's
wedding. However, acting now on our own home turf will be less risky.
Even if it means we won't have access to Prince Alex, too.

The Royal Family are making their way down the reception line. They
are almost to me. I listen as King Walter and Prince Fox spend time
talking to each man. I'm slightly amazed that Prince Fox seems to
know something about several of the pilots. Then it occurs to me that
his daughter is marrying Captain Steve Nash. Of course, the Prince
would have used his FBI credentials to check on everyone who works
with Nash. I wonder if he knows anything about me? I will soon find
out as the King moves to shake my hand.

"Major Conan, it's a pleasure to see you again. General Foss informs
me that you will be taking my family and me on a brief flight on
board the latest spacecraft," King Walter says.

The King has a firm handshake and he's powerfully built. "Yes, Your
Majesty. We thought your sons would enjoy the thrill of flying around
the moon and back."

"I'm sure our sons will enjoy it, Major," Prince Fox says, extending
his hand.

"Yeah, cool! I can't wait, Dad," Gawain says. He's standing close to
Prince Fox. His brother Hunter is several feet behind, staring
flirtatiously at all of the men.

I shake the Prince's hand while looking dumbly into the swirling
orbs of colors. God, he smells so good...I have an urge to rut
against him like a horny dog. I suddenly can't even remember my own
name. "A-ah...it's a pleasure meeting you, Prince Fox."

The Prince smiles warmly as Arman rests his head tiredly on his
shoulder. He kisses the top of the boy's head before continuing our
conversation. "The pleasure is mine, Major Conan. Our oldest son
Sergei has a poster of you next to the StarQuest 9000 hanging in his
bedroom. You're something of a hero to him. He wants to attend the
space academy once he graduates high school."

I grow harder watching his full lips move, barely hearing a word
he's saying. I wonder how his bodyguards can stand being close to
him, knowing they can never touch him. "I'm very flattered, Your
Highness...."

The little boy starts crying suddenly and the Prince attempts to
quiet him. "Mani, sh...what's wrong?"

"Daddy, I want to go home! Bad men here!"

"Oh, baby, no one can hurt us—not with Daddy Walter here protecting
us." The little boy clings to him.

The deep love the Prince has for his son is heartwarming to watch. I
wonder if my mother loved me as deeply. When the alien virus killed
her I was only nine. She was my only family. Watching the Prince and
his son, I almost regret the actions we will be forced to take in a
few hours.

"Is something wrong, Fox?" The King places his hand on their son's
back as he looks into the Prince's eyes.

"No. It's been a long trip...he's just tired."

King Walter turns to our base commander. "General Foss, my family
would like to rest for a few hours before continuing the tour. Can
you have someone show us to our quarters?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Captain Kroner, show our King and his family to
the guest quarters."

"Yes, sir!" The captain salutes and turns to the King. "This way,
Your Majesty."

They start following, but Prince Fox pauses turning back. "Sa-
Hunter, are you coming?"

"Dad, can I stay and look around?"

"No. This isn't Martha's Vineyard, I'd prefer you to stay close by
my side."

"But I'm with my bodyguards...."

A stern look from the Prince stops the boy's protests. I marvel at
the strength I see on that beautiful face. Legends from the time
before the virus spoke of Fox Mulder's bravery and intelligence. It's
interesting to see some proof that the legends were based on fact.
Not that it will make a difference to our plans. Prince Fox is an
immortal and will be used appropriately. It might be high time for
the pretty immortals to learn to accept their place in our society's
social order.

***

River's POV

The guest quarters we're shown to consist of two bedrooms with
attached bathrooms and a center living room. The living room has a
wet bar and a worn leather sofa. Dad Fox carries Arman into one of
the bedrooms, laying him in the middle of the large king-size bed.
Our luggage is already in the bedrooms. The bedroom my brothers and I
are sleeping in has two queen-size beds. I lift my bag and place it
on the tacky bedspread and start unpacking while Gawain hops on the
other bed.

"Isn't this place cool, River?"

I glance over at him and smile. "Yeah, it's pretty cool." I don't
let him see my nervousness. Being in the presence of all those
strange men and seeing the lust in their eyes has me regretting my
decision to accompany my fathers. It also makes my decision to marry
Tsar Nikolai all the more meaningful. He's one of the few men I know
who'll be able to protect me. I place my underwear and socks in the
top dresser drawer as Sasha enters the bedroom and throws himself on
the bed next to Gawain. "This trip sucks."

"But, Hunter, we get to go for a ride on a real spaceship later.
That is going to be so neat!" Gawain is bubbling with enthusiasm.
Hunter only rolls his eyes.

"Boys, there's a fruit basket in the living room, if you're hungry,"
Dad Walter says from the doorway.

"I'm hungry," Gawain says, scrambling off the bed.

I close my suitcase and look at Dad Walter. "Is Dad Fox free? I'd
like to have a private chat with him," I say, setting my empty
suitcase in the closet.

"He's in the other bedroom with Mani. You can go in and talk with
him now, Mani's asleep."

"Thanks, Dad." I'm relieved. I've wanted to talk to him since I
proposed to Tsar Nikolai.

I walk into the other bedroom and gently close the door. Dad Fox is
lying on his side on the bed with Arman sleeping in his arms. I
smile, remembering the times when I was a little boy and couldn't
sleep. Dad Alex would spend the whole night in my bed, holding me in
his arms. When Dad Alex was with Tsar Nikolai those awful months, Dad
Walter and Dad Fox would take turns sleeping with me, until I finally
accepted that Dad Alex wasn't coming back to me. I had thought he'd
stopped loving me, but I was so wrong...I shake myself and clear my
throat.

"Dad, can I talk to you?"

"Hmm...sure, River." He eases himself away from Arman and covers him
with a blanket.

"How is he?" I ask.

"He's upset. He thinks there are bad men here that are going to hurt
me. I don't know what to make of it." My dad sighs and walks over to
the small table. He sits in one of the chairs then motions for me to
take the other.

I sit across from him. "Dad, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.
Kids have a way of letting their imaginations get the better of them."

"My instincts tell me differently. I'm thinking about asking Walter
to cut our trip short."

"Dad, I know how much this trip means to you. Maybe I should take
Mani and Gawain back home, then you, Dad Walter, and Hunter can
stay." I know my dads would never agree to have Hunter out of their
sights.

"No. We'll go home together tomorrow morning...I'm sure Walter will
understand. I'd insist we leave now, but Gawain is looking forward to
the spaceship ride this afternoon and I don't want to disappoint
him." Dad looks down at his hands then back up at me. "Now what did
you want to talk about?"

I reach across the table and take a hold of his hand. "Dad, now that
I've changed, I need to look out for what's best for me. I'm not
brave like you and Dad Alex...I need someone who can protect and take
care of me. Other than Dad Walter there's only one sorcerer on this
planet who I know I'll feel secure with." I squeeze his hand not
looking away from his face. I see the pain already in his eyes, which
makes me wonder. "Dad, you know I love you and would never do
anything to hurt you. I-ah-I...asked Nikolai Slava to marry me." Dad
looks down at our hands and sighs, "River, if you think he can
provide you with security—you're wrong! He'll take any security you
now have and make you wish you'd never married him! Choose a sorcerer
from New America. You both can live at the Crystal Palace. Walter and
the palace guards will protect you."

"Dad, I believe Tsar Nikolai has changed. I wouldn't be willing to
marry him if I thought he was still the same man who raped you and
Dad Alex. You might not understand this, but I feel a pull toward
Russia. I can feel her calling to me through my blood. I want to
paint and experience what my ancestors felt living there."

"But, River, is it worth your freedom?"

"I'm an artist, Dad, ...sometimes we need to suffer for our art."

He pulls his hand away and stands. I think he's going to leave.
Instead he kneels beside my chair and wraps his arms around me and I
fall into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder.

"River, you'll always be my son. I don't know how, but I will find a
way to support your decision to marry Slava. If at anytime you
realize you've made a mistake, I'll be here for you."

All my bent up emotions and anxieties breaking free and I end up
sobbing against his shoulder. "Dad, I'm so afraid."

"Afraid of what?" He rubs gentle circles on my back.

"I'm afraid of having anal sex—" No matter how many times I gotten
off watching porn over the last few years, I still have a deep dread
of being penetrated.

"Oh, River." He kisses the side of my face and hugs me tighter. "I
can't tell you it's not going to hurt at first. Slava is a well-
endowed man. I can promise you that there is so much pleasure and
love in the act that the momentary pain is meaningless by comparison."

His mere presence is already making me feel better. I pull back and
smile at him. Dad Fox is the most compassionate and selfless person I
know. I'm still afraid, but I think I'll be able to deal with
it—maybe. "Thanks, Dad. For being here for me."

He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "Why don't you go
into the bathroom and get cleaned up, then we'll join Walter and your
brothers in the living room."

***

Later that afternoon

Major James Conan's POV

There is only enough room on the spaceship for my five-man crew and
the Royal family. Four members of my crew are part of the Thirteen
Patriots. It's a shame we'll have to eliminate Lieutenant Black, but
we cannot chance him ruining our plans. The good of our country is at
stake, and nothing else matters.

I personally show the King and his family around the ship. I watch
the intimate way King Walter is resting his hand possessively on the
Prince's ass. Guilt about our coming actions against his family makes
my heart ache. "This is the crew's quarters. It's equipped with six
bunks."

"Not much privacy," Prince Fox comments, looking around the small
room. "What do you do if two of the crew are lovers?"

"That does happen quite a bit. Since we all don't sleep at the same
time, we usually work out a schedule to accommodate couples."

I take them down the hall into the galley. "The galley is stocked
with freeze-dried food and has a water recycling and purification
system. We have enough provisions to allow us to survive three months
in space." They spend some time looking around.

"What do you do for entertainment?" Prince Hunter asks as we move
back out into the corridor.

"We have a HDVD library with books and movies, plus several computer
games. Would you like to see the laser turrets?"

"I would!" Prince Gawain's face lights up with a broad smile.

I smile back at the pretty boy and stop next to a ladder that goes
up through a hole in the ceiling and down through a hole in the
floor. "We have two laser canons. The turrets are only large enough
for one man. You may go up and take a look, Prince Gawain. Just don't
press the red button," I joke. There is no red button. Only Sorcerers
can operate the canons with their powers.

"The ship is impressive, Major," King Walter says as we wait for his
son to come back down.

"Thank you." I look down at the little boy clinging to Prince Fox's
leg. "King Walter, your son seems very attached to his mother."

The King shoots an angry look at me. "You mean his father, don't
you, Major?"

"No, Your Majesty. You're Prince Arman's father. Prince Fox is his
mother. He gave birth to him didn't he?"

King Walter shakes his head while Prince Fox remains quiet. Prince
River and Prince Hunter are listening intently to our conversation.

"The term mother tends to denote a female. Fox is not a female—" the
King says.

I interrupt stating bluntly, "He's a hermaphrodite, which makes him
part female." I know I'm right and the King is wrong, but I decide to
cut him some slack. "It doesn't rule out Prince Fox being the father
to the children that Prince Alex gave birth to."

"Major, it doesn't matter how you view me. In my children's eyes I
am their father as much as King Walter and Prince Alex is their
father. I'm not going to suddenly have them calling me mom, mother,
or mommy just because it fits into your small-minded view of
immortals!" Prince Fox glares at me. "Now can we get this ship off
the ground?"

I smile tersely. "Of course, Your Highness, I didn't mean to offend
you. Let's get you and your family strapped in for the flight." I'm
now looking forward to putting the uppity immortal in his place. He
might be our King's husband and our Prince, but he's not a sorcerer
and his main purpose in life, besides looking pretty, is to provide
our country with healthy children.

I show them to their seats in the lounge. It has been specially
equipped for our passengers. "We have cameras mounted below the
ship's nose and on top of the gun turrets. You'll be able to see the
live video feed projected on these monitors."

Prince Fox helps to buckle Prince Gawain in, while Prince Hunter and
Prince River take care of themselves.

"Are you excited?" Prince Fox asks, smoothing his fingers through
Gawain's blonde hair.

"Yes, Dad! Do you think we'll be able to see the moon up close?"

"Yes. You can tell Sergei and Nicky all about it when we get home."

"C'mon, Fox, it's your turn to get buckled in." King Walter hugs
Prince Fox briefly. The Prince sits with little Arman in his arms as
the King buckles them into the chair. He's careful to get the safety
belts around both his lover and their child. The King then takes the
seat next to them.

"I will be on the bridge, Lieutenant Garth will assist you if you
need anything." I meet Garth's eyes as I pass him. He's buckling
himself into the remaining seat. He knows what to do. It's only a
matter of minutes now. The rest of our team should already be at our
secret base in Northern Minnesota, getting it ready for our guests.

***

River's POV

I glance over at my Dad Fox as I feel the powerful engines of the
spacecraft roar to life. His arms are around Arman's small body,
holding him protectively against his chest. My youngest brother is
crying again. He must be scared of all the strangers we've seen since
coming here. I know I am.

I don't like Major Conan. His comments to my dads pissed me off. How
dare he speak to Dad Fox that way! If I were a sorcerer, I'd have
made him pay dearly. I'm glad Sergei wasn't here to hear him. It
would have crushed Sergei's heart to see one of his heroes behaving
in such a manner toward our dad.

The monitor is showing the bright fire as the spaceship breaks
through the exosphere. I'm suddenly feeling tired. I can barely keep
my eyes open. I hear Dad Fox's slurred voice.

"W-Walter, s-something's wrong!"

I turn my head with great difficulty to look at Dad Walter. He's
struggling weakly with the safety belt... His panicked face is the
last image I see as the world fades to gray.

***

Major James Conan's POV

We set the spaceship down inside a deep pit on the north shore of
Lake Superior. The walls of the pit are laden heavy in ore. It will
help shield us from detection. The pit resides beside an abandoned
taconite mine. The mine has been unused for decades. Northern
Minnesota has been deserted for nearly two decades. There is not a
living soul around for over a hundred of miles.

"Major, what do you want us to do with Lieutenant Black?"

I look down regrettably at the dead Lieutenant's body. "Teleport him
into Lake Superior." I turn and stroll off the bridge and into the
lounge.

Garth is putting the power control cuff around our slumbering King's
ankle. The other members of the Royal family are soundly asleep, too.
I unbuckle the safety belt that is keeping Prince Fox in his seat.
Then I lift Prince Arman into my arms and cuddle him. Children this
young are a rarity. Cloning was stopped three years ago, due to the
sudden deaths of clones nearing puberty. The only other means of
procreating our species, outside of the immortals and cloning, is
using the ovum that was stolen from hundreds of female abductees
before the failed invasion. The ovum is in limited supply and is only
approved for use by the fittest. My patriots were able to get their
hands on a supply for our purposes.

The other members of my crew step into the lounge.

Corporal Nelson looks down at Prince Fox. "We're really going to
have sex with him?" he asks, licking his lips.

In order to procreate female offspring in test tubes with an
immortal, a sorcerer must be made genetically compatible. It requires
a chemical reaction between the immortal and the sorcerer that can
only be obtain through anal intercourse. Other methods have been
tried and failed. "Yes. You'll be allowed to fuck him once. You'll
not be allowed to touch any other part of his body. He still belongs
to our King."

I turn to face my crew. "I want King Walter teleported to the
security cell, his sons to the special guest cell, and Prince Fox to
the medical lab. Doctor Blair is standing by to see that the Prince
doesn't regain consciousness until his milk dries up." I keep Prince
Arman as my men take care of teleporting our captives to the mine
below. I carry the small child into the crew's quarters and lay him
on the bed while I pull on my heavy parka. The outside temperature is
minus ten degrees Fahrenheit. I pick up the boy and zip him inside my
parka. For some reason I don't want to chance him being teleported
into the abandoned mine. His brothers, being immortals, will survive
any mishaps.

The rest of my crew comes into the quarters for their parkas.

"You're not teleporting him?" Garth asks.

"No. I'll give him to our King once we're down below." I have to
admit that I love the way the child smells and feels so warm against
my chest. What I wouldn't give to have a little one of my own...I
grin at the thought. If all goes as planned in less than six months
I'll have fifty little ones. Not that I expect to be alive to enjoy
watching them grow up.

***

Nicky's POV

I've never been so upset in my life as I listen to General Kline. I
reach over and grab my sister Summer's hand as he continues to give
us the bad news. My brother Sergei and sisters Hope, Faith, Kaylie,
Angélique, and Aleksandra are with us. Our five younger sisters are
in bed for the night. No point in getting them upset just yet.

"I'm sorry, kids, but we're doing everything we can to find your
fathers and brothers," General Kline says.

"General, I'd like to be part of the search effort," Sergei says.

"Prince Sergei, you're the head of your family until Prince Alex
wakes up. You're needed here along with your other brother and
sisters. Believe me we'll do everything in our power to find your
family."

My Father Nikolai rushes into the room, he's more upset than I've
ever seen him. "General Kline, I just heard the news! I want to
help...my military is at your disposal. We must find them!"

"Tsar Nikolai, I appreciate your offer."

"General, do you think the Seraphim could have gotten to them?"

It is something that I didn't even consider. If the Seraphim have
them then we might never see them again. I turn anxiously to the
General as he answers my father.

"No, we believe it was an inside job. Besides the six-man crew
onboard the spacecraft, eight military officers from Area 51 have
also disappeared from the base. We believe they acted as one to
abduct the Royal family. Their purpose for doing so is still
unclear." The General stands and walks over to the window. It is
pitch-black outside. "We're utilizing our best clairvoyants from
across the country to search for them. If they're still on this
continent, we'll find them!"

"If they're not?" my father asks.

"Tsar Nikolai, if you want to help then deploy your clairvoyants to
search Asia and Europe. If we don't find them on either of our
continents then we'll join forces to search the rest of the world."

"It's a deal, General. I'll contact you if we find anything." My
father turns to leave, but stops suddenly. "Nicolas, take care of
your Father Alexei. He might be in danger, too."

I swallow heavily. It didn't even occur to me. "Yes, Father."

***

River's POV

I kiss the top of Gawain's sleeping head as I hold him close to my
body. We're sharing one small cot. He cried himself to sleep again. I
can't remember Gawain ever crying, even as an infant he was always
happy. He's used to living in luxury, my brother never experienced
anything like this in his short life and is scared to death. I, on
the other hand, can still remember the poverty and abuse before
Prince Fox found me. Hunter is pretending that it isn't bothering
him. I can tell he's as disturbed as Gawain.

We're in a small room. It appears to be more of a cellar or a cave.
It is dank and slightly damp. The walls are rough-hewed rock, and the
floor is dirt and stone. Soft fur rugs cover the hard floor. The room
has four cots with down blankets and pillows, and a small table with
four chairs. On the table is a pitcher of water with four mugs. The
water is always fresh and refills as often as we empty it. Against
one wall is a washbasin. At the far side of the small room, behind a
screen, is a one-foot hole in the ground. It is obviously meant to be
used as the toilet, at least that's what we've been using it as. A
coal burning fireplace is carved out of one stonewall, providing us
with plenty of warmth.

We've been here over two days and haven't seen our captors. Food
magically appears on the table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then
the dirty plates will disappear as soon as we are done eating. I
don't know what has become of our dads and little Arman.

"River, do you think they killed our dads?" Hunter asks from the cot
next to ours.

"Hunter, I don't know. Just remember they can't kill Dad Fox, he's
an immortal." "What about Dad Walter and Mani?"

I don't know how to answer him. I'm afraid they might have killed
Dad Walter. I don't want to think that anyone would be so evil as to
kill a defenseless three-year-old boy, too.

"Hunter, all we can do is pray that they're both all right. Now, try
to get some sleep."

***

Major James Conan's POV

Hundreds of candles light the cavern, scenting the air with the
smell of wax and smoke. The Prince's nude body is laid out on a fur-
covered altar. The candlelight dances gracefully along the curves of
his body as Doctor Blair injects another sedative into Prince Fox's
arm. It will ruin our plans if he wakes up while he's still lactating.

"Doctor, how much longer do we need to keep him sedated?" I ask.

The Doctor meets my eyes then presses down on the flesh next to the
Prince's full nipple. A dribble of milk leaks from the tit and runs
down Prince Fox's chest. "I'd say only a few more days."

"Good. I would like to have him conscious to take care of his son."

"You should start assembling the men for the ceremony. I'll have him
prepared in a few minutes," Doctor Blair says, positioning the Prince
on his side and placing a pillow under his chest and belly. He
positions the immortal so he's more on his stomach and bends one leg
toward his chest. I can see his large penis and sacks nestling on the
soft fur. I can't pull my eyes away as one of the Doctor's hands
parts his buttocks, exposing his anus. His other hand squirts the
contents of a tube inside the Prince. He then works his finger in and
starts stretching him.

Not looking up from his task, the Doctor says sharply, "Major Conan,
this isn't for your entertainment. I'd like to get this over with
before I have to give the Prince another injection. Now would you
please assemble the men in the antechamber."

"Sorry, Doctor."

I quickly leave the cavern through the antechamber entrance. Most of
the men are already assembled there, waiting impatiently. "Garth,
inform the other men the time is here. I'll get King Walter. Johnson,
come with me, I need you to put Prince Arman in with the other
Princes. I don't wish our King to see where they're being held."

We hurry down the endless tunnels until we reach the cell where
we're holding our King and his youngest son. King Walter glares at us
menacingly while cradling the small boy in his arms. Only the anti-
power cuff around his ankle prevents him from killing us.

"What have you done with Fox and my sons?"

"Your sons are fine and will remain that way as long as you do as
ordered. I'm going to take you to see Prince Fox. He's being kept
unconscious until his milk dries up. First, give Prince Arman to
Captain Johnson, he's going to place him in with his brothers."

"Why can't he go with us to see his dad?"

"Prince Arman's Mom is about to perform a great service for our
country. Unfortunately the type of service the Prince will be
performing would be too upsetting for a small child to witness. Now
hand him over to Captain Johnson, or I'll be compelled to use force."

The King reluctantly starts to hand the boy over, but the little
Prince holds on tightly to his dad's arm, crying. "NO! I don't want
to go! I want Daddy FOX!"

"Don't worry, Mani, you're going to see your brothers. You'd like to
see River, Hunter, and Gawain wouldn't you?"

"I want Daddy Fox!"

"Prince Arman, I'll take you to see your Mommy tomorrow, if you're
good. Now go with the nice Captain," I say.

"You bad men! I hate you!"

The kid has spunk. He'll make a good fighter some day. I have to use
my powers to freeze our King so Captain Johnson can take the little
Prince.

Johnson wails and throws the little boy across the room. "God
Dammit! The fucking kid bit me!"

Prince Arman sits up shrieking and holding his arm. It's bent at a
strange angle.

"I'll kill you for that!" The King struggles to move, but I'm still
holding him immobile. "Let me go, he needs me!" he growls.

I ignore him. "Johnson, if you hurt that little boy again, you'll be
executed on the spot. Now take him to his brothers and have Prince
River heal his arm."

"What about my arm? The brat broke the skin!"

"Stop being such a baby. How did you ever make Captain?"

Johnson glares at me as he picks up the boy. The little Prince
cringes in fright and continues crying. "Shut up, brat."

"Johnson, I'll deal with you after the ceremony! Now take the boy to
his brothers!"

"Yes, sir." He quickly leaves carrying the Prince.

"Damn you! How do I know he's not going to hurt my son further?"

"Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on the Captain and your son."

"You weren't able to prevent him from harming Arman while standing
in the same room—"

"And for that I apologize, Your Majesty. It's not our intention to
harm your children. Luckily for us, Prince River should be able to
heal his brother without any problems. Now we have a ceremony to
attend." I lead him out of the cell. "I'm allowing you to bear
witness, since Prince Fox is your mate. What we're going to do has
nothing to do with sex. It is necessary to make him compatible with
my men, so we can procreate female offspring with him through the use
of growth cylinders."

"You're going to rape him!" The King is shocked and turns to
pleading. "Please, don't do this to him."

"My King, he'll never know. I want you to witness that we will do
nothing more than release our seed into his body. In a week we'll
collect his semen and ours, and combine them to fertilize the ova
we've stolen from our government. In five months we'll have six
hundred and fifty new female infants."

"You touch him and you'll pay dearly! Major, you'll have to kill me,
because I won't stop until you're all dead!"

"We have no intention of killing you. You're our King and we're all
loyal to you and our country. Most of us realize that we're
forfeiting our lives by touching Prince Fox." I lead him into the
cavern.

He gasps at the sight of his lover laid out like a lamb upon the
altar. "Please, Major, don't touch him."

"I'm truly sorry, My King, but I can't do that. Our country has
fallen behind the rest of the world in procreating females. There is
only a limited supply of ova left and we plan to use it for our
country—"

"Then use mine and Fox's sperm. You don't have to touch him."

"In the long run, it will be better for our country if the females
are conceived through the sperm of many different men and Prince
Fox." I secure his feet to the iron cuffs on the floor several feet
from the altar. He'll have a perfect view of his lover being
penetrated. "Now I need you to be quiet for the ceremony." I use my
powers to take away his voice.

***

River's POV

I rock Arman in my arms as I heal his small body. Poor little guy
hasn't stopped crying since that bastard brought him to us. I can't
believe he broke Arman's arm! Not to mention bruising his knee and
hip, all because he bit that jerk.

"River, it was awesome how you handled that asshole. I can't believe
he expected you to heal the bite mark on his arm," Hunter says. "You
sure told him off!"

I yawn, feeling the energy drain from me. This is the first time
I've used my new healing powers since transforming into an immortal a
little over a week ago. "Hunter, can you take Mani? I need to sleep
now."

Hunter tries to lift Arman off my lap, but he refuses to let go of
me and starts crying even harder. "Sh, Mani, ...would you like to
take a nap with me?" He nods as he clings to me.

"Okay, you need to let go a little so I can get us under the
blanket." I pull the blanket down and scoot beneath it, lying on my
side with Arman held securely in my arms. His whimpers are the last
thing I hear as sleep claims me.

***

Major James Conan's POV

I am first. Only the King and Doctor Blair are in the cavern with
me. The other men went back out to the antechamber after the prayer
service to wait their turn. I unzip my pants and climb on the altar
behind our Prince. I'm careful not to touch him anymore than is
necessary. Prince Fox smells so incredible...it will take a great
effort not to give into temptation to lick him all over. I pull my
erect penis out of my pants while reminding myself this isn't about
pleasure—it's about duty. Positioning my cockhead against his anus I
strain to push inside. I grunt with the effort, he's so tight just
like a virgin would be. God, our King is one lucky man.

I glance over at King Walter. His eyes are filled with such hatred
that it almost freezes my blood. I turn my attention back to the task
at hand, before I lose my erection. My cockhead pops inside and I
start slowly pumping in and out of the Prince's sweet body. It
doesn't take long and I'm kissing the back of his neck and my hands
are roaming over his warm flesh. I can't stop myself from touching,
licking, biting him as I plunge my meat relentlessly into him. He has
me hornier than I've ever been in my life. Just feeling his fiery
interior around my cock quickly drives me over the edge. I'm shooting
my sperm deep into his bowels.

When I come back to myself, I realize that I've bitten him on the
shoulder, leaving my teeth impression clearly on his flawless skin.
"Doctor, this isn't going work," I say, climbing off the altar. I
tuck myself back in and zip up my pants.

"What's wrong?" Doctor Blair asks.

"I couldn't keep my hands off him. We need to do something so the
men don't touch the Prince sexually."

"We could cover him with a sheet and cut a hole through it."

"Yeah, that might work, only make it something sturdier like a tarp."

The Doctor concentrates and a tarp appears over the Prince's body.
The only spot exposed is a three-inch hole over his ass.

"That should do nicely I'll have the next man brought in," I say and
telepathically informed Lieutenant Garth that it is his turn.

He comes strolling into the cavern and stops in his tracks. "What's
with the fucking tarp?"

"It's to protect the Prince from being needlessly groped while he's
being fucked."

"It sort of takes a lot of the pleasure out of fucking him," Garth
grumbles as he peels off his pants. He's not wearing any underwear.

"This isn't about us getting pleasure from fucking the Prince. He
belongs to King Walter and I want you and the others to remember
that. The tarp should be a good reminder." Garth climbs up on the
altar and straddles the Prince. He pushes into the immortal's body as
he continues to complain. "It's seems a shame to deny ourselves
pleasure, while we're fucking him." His face turns red as he cries
out. "Oooh...Fuck!"

I believe Garth just broke an all time record for coming in under
ten seconds. "Good job, Lieutenant. If the other men are as quick as
you, we'll have this wrapped up in less than an hour."

"Damn...couldn't I have one more go? What if I didn't ejaculate deep
enough?"

"Depth doesn't matter. As long as your dick was inside him when you
came." Our scientists have determined that the sperm isn't the most
important element of a sorcerer/immortal coupling. It is the special
energy released inside the immortal by the sorcerer simultaneous with
him coming, which makes them compatible. Doctor Blair is going to be
preparing a special serum for the Prince that will help get him
through his next cycle without being attacked by the sorcerers who
are newly bonded to him.

Garth grudgingly climbs off the altar and pulls back on his pants
before storming out. The Doctor cleans the semen off the Prince's
thighs and buttocks as the next sorcerer enters. I watch the King
closely over the next two hours as his mate is bred with the
remaining men. He's memorizing each man. Doctor Blair finally has his
turn. When done, he pulls the tarp off and gives the Prince another
shot to keep him unconscious.

I walk over to the King and give him back his voice. "My King, once
Prince Fox's milk has dried up, I'll see that he is placed into the
cell with you."

"Conan, I won't rest until you're all dead," King Walter growls. His
hate-filled brown eyes give truth to his words.

"It doesn't matter. We're willing to sacrifice our lives for you and
our country." I force him to follow me out of the cavern.

"How long are you going to keep us here?"

"Long enough to collect the Prince's semen and to see that he is
impregnated by you during his next cycle."

"You fucking bastard! Nothing will make me to impregnate him against
his will!"

"If you don't then my men will do the same thing to Prince River as
we just did to Prince Fox, only Prince River will be conscious. Or
maybe I'll select three men to impregnate Prince Fox in your stead.
So you see, I'm sure your mate will agree to being impregnated by you
or my men to spare your son and him."

"Bastard. I'll do what you say, just don't touch Fox or my sons—"

"I'm sure you'll do everything I tell you for the sake of your lover
and sons. It's why I didn't use the threat of telling the Prince
about your part in not allowing a cure to be found for his
compulsions. That would have only hurt you."

The King pales as he walks into the cell. "I'd like to see Arman."

"He's safe with his brothers. I'll bring him back when his Mother is
with you."

"Don't call Fox that—"

"I'm sorry that it upsets you, but he is the boy's Mother. It's
about time the Prince and his immortal sons learn their proper place
in our society. Immortals are not as powerful as we are. They need
our protection to survive—"

"HA! There's where you're wrong, Major! For your information
immortals are more powerful than sorcerers. We cannot kill them, but
as sure as hell they can kill us! While they're lactating you
wouldn't even see them coming."

I wonder if my face shows how stunned I am. "It never occurred to me
that immortals could use their abilities for becoming invisible and
walking through solid objects to kill us. This creates a whole new
problem."

The King sits down calmly on the cot. "Really, Major? I see it as no
more of a problem than us being able to kill any human, clairvoyant,
or n'thral. Immortals just happen to be superior to us. It doesn't
mean they'll kill us...unless given the proper reason to."

"We should be looking for a way to eliminate their protective powers
while they're lactating. Or at least a way to detect them when
they're invisible."

"No. I want my lovers to be able to protect themselves and our
children. I will be no part to any attempt to eliminate those
abilities."

I sigh. "You have a point. Our main concern should be for them and
their children's safety."

***

Nicky's POV

The conference room smells of coffee and cigarette smoke. Most of
our dad's sorcerers smoke constantly. They no longer have to worry
about dying from cancer or old age. My dad has banned smoking in most
public places where non-sorcerers are present. Dad's cabinet is made
up exclusively of sorcerers and clairvoyants. The clairvoyants also
smoke, but are heedless of the risks. They must assume that they
would be healed by an immortal if they came down with cancer.

It's b conference table at Sergei, who's sitting in our Dad Walter's
chair. He's nervously leafing through reports. Sergei's been trying
very hard to fill Dad Walter's shoes. He's just not very assertive.
Kaylie would have been a better leader, only the sorcerers view women
worse than they view immortals. It doesn't matter that Kaylie's a
sorceress. Women are to be protected and worshipped, but never
listened to or taken seriously. My dads say it's worse than it was
fifty years ago when women were fighting for equality. At least
General Kline is by Sergei's side helping him.

I can't wait 'til Dad Alex wakes up. He'll know what to do, and he
might even force the sorcerers to listen to him. Dad can be very
intimidating when he wants to be.

***

Major James Conan's POV

I stand outside the cell as the Prince and King hug and exchange
tender kisses. I've just returned the Prince to the King. Prince Fox
is still a little dazed and bewildered.

"My God, Fox, are you okay?" King Walter holds his lover's face
cupped between his hands as he stares into weary hazel eyes.

"Yeah...I think—" Prince Fox's eyes widen with concern as he seems
to sense something isn't right. "Walter, where're our kids?"

"They won't let me see them. One of the bastards broke Mani's arm—"

"No...." The Prince pales as he turns angrily to face me. "You
goddamn fucker! I demand to see my baby! What kind of assholes are
you to break a little boy's arm?"

The King's arms encircle his waist to prevent the enraged beauty
from attacking me.

"I'll let you see him on one condition, Your Highness."

"What's that?"

"That you tell him and your other sons to call you Mommy."

Prince Fox doesn't even flinch. He holds his head proudly. "Fine.
Now bring him to me."

I've seen photographs of the other immortals, and even a few of them
in person, but none possess the cool class that Prince Fox possesses.
This man has been through hell in his life and still he's able to
hold himself with pride and dignity.

"Very well, Your Highness." I turn and head to get the boy.

No one has been allowed into the cell containing the immortal
Princes, except Johnson when he took Prince Arman to them. We didn't
want to take any chances that the men would become enamored with any
of them.

I open the metal door and step into the room. The Princes are at the
table. They stand when I enter. "Prince Arman, your mother and father
wish to see you."

Prince River wraps his arms around the little boy. "He's not going
anywhere alone with you."

"Do you want to deny him seeing Prince Fox?" Nothing is stopping me
from just taking the little boy, except for the fact I'd rather not
upset him further, so I hold off.

"Wiver, I want to see Daddy Fox!"

I bristle and say tersely, "He's your Mommy Fox! If you want to see
him you'll call him that."

Prince Gawain speaks up. "He's not a mom, he's our dad. Auntie Dana
and Auntie Kim are moms, not my dad!"

"You're wrong, Prince Gawain. Anyone who gives birth to a child is
that child's Mother. When you and your immortal brothers have babies
someday, you'll be that child's mother."

"So what, Dickhead? Why does it bug you so much what we call him?"
Prince Hunter says.

I let the insult slide. "I had a mother once. She was the most
important person of my life. Over the past eighteen years children
have been gestated in test tubes. Only the children of immortals, and
a few women through IVF, have actually been born. You, your brothers,
and sisters are the only ones lucky enough to know the love of a
Mother. Prince Hunter, do you have the same love for your Dad Alex as
you have for your Mom?"

Hunter looks thoughtful for a few seconds. "No. It's not that I
don't love Dad Alex, I just feel closer to my Dad Fox."

"It's the love a child has for his Mother—"

"I love Dad Alex and Dad Walter as much as I love Dad Fox," Prince
Gawain says.

I smile at the boy. "Do you? Who do you go to when you're hurt or
sad?"

The boy frowns. "My Dad Fox...."

"I think you've just proven my point. I'll allow each of you to see
your dad and mom if you abide by my rules and call them by their
proper titles."

"No deal, Dickhead." Prince Hunter sits down at the table, and
Prince Gawain follows suit.

"I want to see my daddies!" Prince Arman cries.

"Who do you want to see, Prince Arman?" I ask softly.

The little boy purses his lips in thought. Then he blurts out,
"Mommy and Daddy."

Prince Hunter mutters, "Traitor."

I grin at him, holding out my hand to the boy. Prince River
reluctantly lets him go then joins his brothers at the table.

"I'll see that you're sent some magazines to read later." I lock the
cell door and resist the desire to pick up the small child and carry
him. Instead I take his hand and lead he down the tunnels.

We finally make it to the cell holding his parents. I unlock the
door and he runs inside—right into the arms of Prince Fox. King
Walter's arms encircle both their bodies.

The Prince hugs and cuddles his son. "How are you, baby?"

"Daddy, bad man broke my arm...Wiver made it all better."

Prince Fox looks angrily over at me. "Mani, you'll have to call me
Mommy. If you don't, they won't let you stay with Daddy Walter and
me."

"Okay, Mommy. Hunter and Gawain didn't want to call you that so he
won't let them see you." Prince Arman turns and kisses King Walter.
"I love you, Daddy."

The King's eyes tear up and he hugs them tighter and kisses his
son's cheek. "Champ, I love you so much it hurts. I'm so sorry I
wasn't able to protect you."

Arman pets his Dad's arm. "Daddy, you protect Mommy."

I clear my throat, closing and locking the cell door. "I'll let you
get reacquainted."

***

It is three days later that I retrieve Prince Fox in order to
collect his semen.

The Prince glares angrily at me as we walk down the tunnels to the
lab. "Walter told me what you did. It must make you feel like real
macho men to rape an unconscious man," he snips.

"It served our purposes. Besides I doubt you'd have wanted to be
conscious while we deposited our seed inside your body."

Prince Fox flinches. "No. I wouldn't have wanted to be awake for
that. Nor do I want to be having children with any of you. Why don't
you just let us go?"

"No. We'll let you go once you're pregnant with King Walter's baby
and we're sure that the test tube babies are going to live."

"Fine. At least let our sons go. They've done nothing to you—"

I laugh. "Let them go? We're in the middle of nowhere. Do you really
want me to let your three lovely sons go?" I open the door to the lab
and allow him to proceed me inside. Doctor Blair nods toward the
dentist chair set up in the corner of the room.

"I meant you should return them to the palace."

I lead him over to the chair. "Sit. Your sons will be let go at the
same time you and the King are let go."

"You're not going to get away with this." He sits placing his feet
on the footrest.

Doctor Blair secures his wrists with Velcro to the arms of the
chair, then his ankles to the footrest.

"We don't expect to get away with it. We'll be turning ourselves in
at the same time we return you and your family to the Crystal Palace.
You'll need to make arrangements for the care of your new daughters.
I doubt you'll be able to raise all six hundred and fifty of them on
your own." I pull over the cart as the Doctor unzips the Prince's
pants and pulls his penis out.

"This isn't going to hurt, Your Highness," the Doctor says as he
attaches the tube over the flaccid organ. It's connected to a milking
machine.

"Would you care to demonstrate it on yourself?" Prince Fox snarls.

"I already have. Along with all the other men at the base. You're
the last," Doctor Blair says, flipping the switch.

The Prince lets out a gasp as the machine starts. His penis swells
quickly under the assault. I watch the pump work his organ. He
whimpers and his hands twist in the bindings. It doesn't take long
for the first orgasm to be forced out of him. It's a beautiful sight
to behold. His eyes glaze over as his lips part and he moans
exquisitely. Then his back arches up from the chair as his long limbs
twist in the restraints as he comes. The Doctor leaves the pump
running until Prince Fox orgasms three more times within the hour.

"I think that should be enough," the Doctor says, turning off the
pump and unscrewing the small bottle a quarter full of semen. "Major,
if I need more, I'll let you know. You can take Prince Fox back to
his cell."

I unfasten the tube from the Prince's penis and tuck him back in,
before freeing his limbs. He's as weak as a kitten as I help him to
his feet. We walk slowly back down the tunnels. He doesn't speak the
entire way. His eyes are void of emotion.

King Walter is pacing their cell nervously when we appear outside
the cell door. He gives a sigh of relief, "Fox, are you all right?"
As I unlock the door.

"No," the Prince murmurs and falls into the King's arms, resting his
head on the broad shoulder. His body is trembling as King Walter
holds him.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?" Prince Arman asks from the floor.
He's playing with some rocks he'd collected around the small cave
like room.

"He's only tired, Champ."

King Walter meets my eyes and says quietly, "This is another thing
you'll pay dearly for."

"You'll only be able to kill me once," I quip, locking the cell door.

I watch briefly as the King helps his lover over to the cot. They
lay down together with King Walter holding the Prince securely in his
arms. Their son runs over to the cot and squeezes in between them.

***

Nicky's POV December 18th

Thank God, Dad Alex is finally awake. Sergei and I hurry upstairs as
soon as Summer gives us the news. We wait with our sisters in the
bedroom while Dad Alex showers. No one has given him the bad news
yet. As the oldest it's Sergei's responsibility.

After ten minutes he comes down the steps wearing his black velour
robe.

"Daddy! We missed you!" the triplets yell and run over to hug him.
He kneels hugging them back and distributing kisses.

"How have you girls been? Has Daddy Fox and your nannies been taking
good care of you?"

"Bad men have Daddy Fox!" They blurt out in stereo.

We all groan.

"What?" He looks over at us. "Does someone want to tell me what's
going on? Where's Walter?"

"Dad, I think it would be better if we talked in private," Sergei
says nervously.

"Hope, Faith, please take your sisters to the kitchen." Dad Alex's
voice is low and filled with worry.

They collect kisses from him before they leave. Kaylie, Alek, and
Angelique are in the village visiting Yori and Lev.

"Okay, boys, start talking."

I stand next to Sergei as he gives Dad the bad news. "They were
abducted along with our brothers from Area 51 the day they arrived.
The base commander General Foss believes it was an inside job. The
military has since uncovered information of an organize plot led by
Major James Conan—"

"The air force test pilot?" Dad asks.

"Yeah. Major Conan leads a secret group known as the Thirteen
Patriots. They have been planning an attack against our family for
years. Dad Walter taking Dad Fox with him to Area 51 presented them
with the perfect opportunity." Sergei's eyes tear up and he snivels,
"D-Dad, I'm afraid they might have killed Dad Walter."

Our dad quickly strides over and pulls Sergei's larger body into a
hug. "Serg, I'm sure he's all right. They'd be foolish to kill such
an important hostage. Have you and Nicky been dealing with this all
alone these past three weeks?"

"G-general Kline has been helping us. Rory, Kazuo, and Gabriel have
been helping to protect our family."

I walk over and wrap my arms around our dad, too. I've missed him so
much. He kisses me and pulls me against his side. He's so strong and
smells really good. I feel better knowing that he's going be in
charge now. Sergei is resting his head on Dad's other shoulder as I
whisper, "Father Nikolai is also helping to search for them."

He looks at me silently. "I'm going to get dressed, boys, then we
can go downstairs together to speak with General Kline."

I sigh; I wish my biological dads got along.

***

When we stroll into the conference room, it's filled with our Dad
Walter's Generals and top cabinet officials. Dad Alex walks over and
takes the seat at the head of the table that Sergei has been using in
Dad Walter's absence.

"Excuse me, Prince Alex, but shouldn't you be upstairs resting?"
General Macky asks, snuffing out his cigar in the ashtray.

"No. In King Walter's absence I'm the next in charge. Do you have a
problem with that, General?" Dad Alex glares at him, then at each of
the men around the table.

"You're hardly qualified—" Secretary Stuart states.

"Why? Because I'm not a sorcerer? Since when has our country started
to restrict anyone except sorcerers from holding high positions in
our government?"

"That's not true. We have four clairvoyants in the cabinet,"
Secretary Stuart says, looking nervously around for support before
continuing. "Immortals have other duties. You shouldn't have to
concern yourselves with the problems of running the government.
Especially when you have a bun in the oven."

Our dad stands and walks over Secretary Stuart and yanks him out of
his chair. "Consider yourself out of a job." Dad pushes him toward
the door.

"You can't do this to me!"

"Yes, I can. If you don't leave I'll have you thrown out."

Everyone watches as the Secretary leaves the room in a huff. "Does
anyone else want to join the former Secretary?" he asks.

"Prince Alex, it's not that I don't have the utmost respect for you,
but as an immortal you'll never be able to defend yourself against
mind-control or attack," General Macky says.

Dad Alex lifts a perfectly shaped eyebrow and smiles menacingly.
"General, just as you would never be able to defend yourself against
me, if I ever decide to kill you."

"You're only an immortal...you could never get close enough to kill
me—"

"I'm pregnant...once I start lactating you'll never even see me
coming. Now do you wish to join Secretary Stuart?"

The General startles, then laughs and pounds the table. "No, Your
Highness, I'll happily follow your commands. I know when I'm out
matched."

General Kline has been sitting quietly throughout the confrontation.
"Welcome, Prince Alex. I'll echo General Macky. It will be a pleasure
to serve under your command until we can get King Walter back."

"Thank you, Generals. Shall we get down to business?" Our dad takes
the seat at the head of the table again, while Sergei and I take
seats against the wall.

General Kline clicks on the monitor and an image appears on the
screen. It is of the inside of a reproduction center with hundreds of
growth cylinders. "We've finally determined why they abducted Prince
Fox and possibly your immortal sons. This is the Greater Valley
reproduction clinic outside of San Francisco. Since cloning has
temporarily been suspended, this clinic hasn't been used in three
years, so no one was aware that all of its equipment had been stolen.
It contained close to seven hundred growth cylinders along with all
of the medical equipment for maintaining the cylinders—"

Our dad pales and looks ill. "Shit! Are you saying that this group
has abducted Fox and my sons in order to procreate female children
with them?"

I've never seen my dad more distressed. I'm worried he might faint.
"Dad, I'm sure they won't hurt them. They only need their semen—" I
just figure they'd have my brothers and dad jerk off into a jar, like
we've seen in our sex education classes on reproduction.

"No, Nicky, they don't only need semen! An immortal and sorcerer
must bond first and the only way they can do that is through sex!" he
growls, pounding his fist on the table.

"Dad, at least Gawain will be safe. He's still too young," Sergei
says softly.

"Thanks, Serg, but I'm still worried about Hunter, River, and Fox.
If these men have touched them I'll kill them with my bare hands!" He
turns back to the men assembled around the conference table.
"Continue with your report, General."

"Your Highness, we're currently checking with the trucking
companies. Even with their sorcerer abilities, they'd still need
several large trucks to haul the equipment from the lab," General
Kline says.

"I want to be kept appraised of all developments, General. Now if
you'll excuse me, I need to attend to my daughters. This must have
been hard on them." My dad stands and everyone around the conference
table stands out of respect.

We follow him back upstairs in the elevator. "Serg, did anyone do
anything for your sisters and your sixteenth birthday?" Dad asks.

"We haven't been in much of a mood for celebrating. Especially since
it was Hunter's sixteenth birthday, too," Sergei sighs.

"I'll have Jacques prepare a special meal. It's not everyday you
turn sixteen." He smiles. "Don't worry, guys, we'll find them, then
we'll celebrate Hunter's belated birthday."

Sergei tries to return the smile. "I hope so...I even miss Mani."

***

Major James Conan's POV December 22nd

I have Prince Arman returned to his brothers' cell. Prince Fox is
just beginning his cycle and I don't want the little boy in the way
while his mother and father conceive their next child. The Royal
couple has been extremely careful about having sex with their son
sharing their cell. They've only done it four times to ward off the
Prince's withdrawal pains, but only after the child was soundly
sleeping. Oh yeah, I've watched them.

I stand outside their cell and watch the King pace, while Prince Fox
sits on their cot. His arms are folded across his lap, covering an
erection. I heard that immortals get incredibly horny during their
cycle. Being this close to him is making me horny.

"Go ahead," I say.

"I'm not impregnating him with you standing there watching."

"Fine. I'll be down the tunnel. Call me when you're done." I head
off down the tunnel keeping a mental eye on them.

The King kneels in front of the Prince. "Fox, I'm sorry. I don't
want to do this to you—"

Prince Fox smiles sadly. "Walter, we have no choice. I'd rather have
it be you than one of those bastards. Let's just get it over with."

"No. I want to make love to you slowly." He touches his lover's
belly. "This child will be created out of love like all of our other
children."

Prince Fox's eyes mist over as he wraps his long arms around the
King's neck and pulls him into a hug. "This is why I love you so
much, Walter. You always bring a ray of light into my life." He tilts
his head and kisses the King.

King Walter proceeds to kiss him back with relish as he slowly
undresses him. Then he removes his own clothes. They spend the next
two hours exploring each other's bodies. Kissing, sucking, nipping.
They have me hard and wanton watching them. I feel envious of our
King. Why should he be the only one allowed to love Prince Fox?

"Oh God, Walter, now! I'm ready for you!"

I watch in utter fascination as the King's cock enters the
immortal's bellybutton. The two figures on the cot become utterly
still, except for their heavy breathing. No humping and no thrusting.
The King cries out suddenly as his body shudders in orgasm. He
collapses on top of his lover before rolling on his side.

Prince Fox's eyes are closed. His hand moves down to his belly and
smears the come covering it from his own orgasm. "Do you think we'll
have a girl this time?" he whispers.

"Fox, I'll love either a girl or boy. However, I do hope Alex gives
me a son. More so because he really wants to have a boy this time."

The Prince chuckles, "Well, at least Alex ought to be happy at this
latest development." He turns so he's lying with his head resting on
the King's shoulder. He moans, "God, if he has multiples again, I
know he's going to expect to me to help nurse them."

I decide at this instant that Prince Fox will carry my baby, too.
I'll have him brought to me tomorrow evening.

***

Nicky's POV December 22nd

Dad comes out of Doctor Pendrell's office tucking in his T-shirt.
I'm waiting to walk back with him to our apartment, along with three
of his personal bodyguards. Once he starts lactating again, he won't
need to depend on them for his security.

"Dad, boy or girl?"

He puts his arm over my shoulder as we walk. "It's still too early
to tell, Nicky."

"Twins, triplets, or more?"

Dad chuckles, "Don't start, brat. If I'm lucky only one this time."

Instead of taking the public transport car back to our section of
the palace, we stroll through the shopping district. Normal humans
manage most of these establishments. He stops in front of a cart
selling stained glass, crystals, and prisms.

"Your sisters would love these, don't you think? Maybe the cardinals
for Kira and the humming birds for Nadia."

I nod. My twin sisters love birds. "How about the butterflies for
Morgan?"

Dad smiles, "Yes—"

"Can I help you, Your Highness?" the salesman asks.

"Yeah, I'd like these three stained glass window art, six of the
different shape prism paperweights, and two pairs of those crystal
earrings."

"Would you like boxes for them?"

"Yes, please and gift wrap."

We continue shopping until our bodyguards and ourselves are loaded
down with packages. I wonder at Dad's calm demeanor as he pauses
outside a shop that sells sex toys. Why isn't he worrying about my
dads and brothers?

"Wait here, Nicky. I want to pick up a special gift for your Dad Fox
and Dad Walter. The windows are mirrored so I can't see inside; I
keep checking my watch every five minutes. It's a full half-hour
before he strolls out caring two more large shopping bags.

"I think this is enough for today. I think I'll come back tomorrow
with Sergei."

"Dad, they might not be home for Christmas—"

"Nicky, Christmas is your Dad Walter's favorite holiday. If we do
find them in time, I want to be able to give him and your brothers a
normal family Christmas."

"What's your favorite holiday, Dad?" I ask as we continue walking in
the direction of our home.

"If you promise not to tell your Dad Fox, I'll tell you."

"I promise."

"Halloween."

"Halloween? But Dad, you hardly ever want to dress up. It drives Dad
Fox nuts."

"I know, but I love seeing how much fun he has. I love anything that
makes him happy." Dad shrugs sadly. "C'mon, let's get these presents
home. You can help me wrap some of them."

***

River's POV December 23rd

The Major took Arman back to our dads this morning. He said if all
goes well, we should be back home by New Years Day. My brothers and I
didn't even realize, until he told us, that tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

There is a noise outside our cell and suddenly the door opens and
Dad Fox rushes in, carrying Arman. They're a beautiful sight.

"DAD!" Gawain shouts, rushing to him and throwing his arms around
Dad's waist.

Dad Fox hugs him with his free arm. "Boys, we need to leave now!"

"How did you find us? Where's Dad Walter?"

"Mani showed me where you were. Your dad is extracting his pound of
flesh."

"How did you get away?" I ask as we make our way through the dark
tunnels while holding each other's hands.

"Thank your baby brother. He used his powers to break the anti-power
cuff off your dad's ankle," Dad Fox whispers.

"Wow! Mani did that? Thanks, Mani," Gawain says.

"Sh, we're going to have to be quiet. Dad Walter is shielding us
from detection, but that won't prevent them from finding us, if they
hear us."

We stay close to the tunnel wall as we slowly make our way over
uneven ground. There are old tracks running down the tunnel, probably
used to move ore at one time. "Dad, do you know where we're going?"

"Yes. Dad Walter says a couple miles up, is an elevator that goes to
the surface. We're going to wait there for him."

I jump at the sound of an explosion and screaming. It seems to echo
down the tunnels.

***

Major James Conan's POV

I discover first hand why Walter Skinner was made King. I've never
encountered another sorcerer more powerful. We were damn lucky to
subdue him the first time back on the ship...I'm sure there'd never
be a second chance. He's already slaughtered eight of my men.

I try to get to where we're holding his sons, but they're already
gone. I can't, for the life of me, figure out how he was able to
remove the anti-power cuff. The cavern I've retreated to with Doctor
Blair contains all six hundred and fifty growth cylinders.

"Major Conan, Doctor Blair, you didn't really think you could hide
from me?" The King stalks toward us. His attention is diverted
briefly to the growth cylinders. "Were you successful, Doctor?"

"Yes. There's a small female embryo growing inside each of those
containers."

"You shouldn't have done this to him. Fox will feel personally
responsible for each of the little girls—"

I knew I chose correctly. The Prince will see that they're protected
and given everything they'll need until they're old enough to marry.
"Then our mission has been accomplished," I say.

"I should destroy all of these cylinders, Fox would never know."

"You won't. You're too good a man to destroy the human life growing
within these growth cylinders."

The King frowns. "You're right, but I'm not above killing the two of
you."

I clutch at my throat as it is crushed under tremendous pressure.
The room appears awash in an amber color as I sink to my knees—

***

Nicky's POV December 23rd

My Father Nikolai arrived from Russia this morning. He and Dad spent
the morning talking. I wish I knew what they were discussing. My
father seemed quite distressed. I cannot recall ever seeing him so
disheveled and sad.

I'm in the kitchen helping to bake Christmas cookies. My spirit
isn't really in it. Dad wanted us older kids to help keep our younger
sisters minds off our missing dads and brothers.

"Alina, would you like to put some sprinkles on your cookie?" Hope
asks.

"Yes. I'm making this one for Gawain. He'll like it better if it has
lots of colors."

Dad Alex and Father Nikolai rush into the kitchen.

"Kids, they've been found! Dad Walter contacted the nearest
clairvoyant with their location and General Kline is sending a
helicopter to pick them up," Dad Alex says, smiling.

"Are they okay?" Sergei asks.

"Serg, General Kline says they're all in perfect health."

"But are River, Hunter, and Dad Fox okay?" Sergei stresses.

I realize what he's asking, while trying not to alarm our sisters.

"Your brothers are fine. They weren't touched by their captors—"

"What about Dad Fox?" I ask before Sergei can.

Dad Alex frowns and confesses, "I don't know. The General was only
relaying what Dad Walter told the clairvoyant. We won't know until I
can talk directly to Dad Walter or Dad Fox."

The next seven hours are the longest in my life. I pace around the
entertainment room with my sisters and brother. Jacques threw us out
of the kitchen, so he could concentrate on preparing a welcome home
dinner.

Hope lights the Christmas tree, while Angélique and Faith light the
candles around the room. They then dim the overhead lights and turn
on the stereo to play some Christmas carols.

"Cheer up everyone," Hope admonishes. "They've been found, they're
coming home."

"Hope, I can't cheer up until I know Dad Fox is really okay," Sergei
says.

"Me neither," I say.

Dad Alex strolls into the room with his leather jacket on. "Their
helicopter is going to land in twenty minutes. Who wants to wait by
the landing pad with me?"

"I do!" We all cry out at once, then race out of the room to get our
winter jackets.

"Meet me by the north elevator!" Dad Alex shouts after us.

***

River's POV

I look out the window of the helicopter toward the lights of the
Crystal Palace. I can see our home at the top of the massive center
tower. Home. Lights are on in several of the windows...I wonder who's
still up. I try to find my window as the helicopter circles the
palace. I want to soak in a hot bath. Then I want to eat one of
Jacques' gourmet meals and finally go to sleep in my nice soft bed.

"What are you thinking about, River?" Hunter asks.

"About how nice it will be to sink up to my neck in a hot bubble
bath with a cold beer."

Arman perks up, grinning. "I want cold chocolate milk!"

Dad Walter chuckles. "You can have as much chocolate milk as you can
drink." He kisses the top of Arman's head as he holds the boy on his
lap.

I glance over at Dad Fox to see if he would protest. But he's still
staring sadly out the window lost in thought. I dread what might have
happened to him, while my brothers and I were left untouched. Dad
Walter hasn't stopped touching him since we escaped. He always has a
protective hand someplace on him. Right now he has an arm draped over
Dad Fox's shoulders. In a way, I'm envious of their closeness. I wish
I had someone who'll love and care for me as deeply.

I lean forward and touch his knee. "Dad? Are you okay?"

Dad Fox turns to face me. "Hmm? Oh, I'm fine. I'm just wondering if
I'll be awake long enough to celebrate Christmas with everyone."

My heart stops. "Dad, you're not—"

"Pregnant. Yes, I am."

"Dad, whose?" I ask anxiously.

Dad Walter interrupts, "It's my baby."

"Thank God," Hunter sighs.

I sigh with relief. I figure my dads couldn't make it through Dad
Fox's cycle being locked in a small cell together.

A puzzled look crosses Gawain's face, he says, "Whose else would it
be? Dad Alex wasn't with us."

Dad Fox sighs and hugs him. "Gawain, we'll be home just in time for
Christmas. Are you excited?"

"Oh yes. I hope our tree is still alive."

"I'm sure your sisters watered it while we were gone." A smile
suddenly lights up Dad Fox's face as he stares out the window as the
helicopter descends towards the landing pad. "Look, Gawain! There's
your sisters, brothers, and Dad Alex."

I look too, and swallow as I see Tsar Nikolai waiting with them. I'd
almost forgotten about my fiancée. The helicopter touches down and we
wait for the rotors to slow before disembarking.

Tsar Nikolai rushes over and sweeps me up into a hug. I'm stunned at
first. I've never literally been swept off my feet before, but he is
seven inches taller than me. I glance over at my dads. My sisters and
brothers are surrounding them. Dad Alex is kissing Dad Walter then he
moves over to Dad Fox. My attention is drawn back to the man
squeezing the life out of me.

"My Lord, River, I've never been so worried in my life! I do not
intend to ever let you out of my sight again! So I suggest you tell
your dads about us getting married." He whispers the last part.

"I already told Dad Fox, and he told Dad Walter. Besides I'm sure
they'd know something was up by now." I quark an eyebrow. "Do you
want to set me back down on my feet, Tsar Nikolai?"

"Not really, moi love," he says lowering me back down. "I would like
it if you started calling me Nikolai."

My family is staring at us as we walk over to them, holding hands.

Nicky is the one who finally breaks the silence. "River, what's up?"

"Your father and I are engaged to be married. We would have
announced it sooner only—" I motion toward the helicopter. "I was
indisposed."

"You're really marrying Tsar Nikolai?" Hope asks surprised.

"Yes."

The Tsar places his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. As my
siblings grill me.

"Do you love him?" Angélique asks.

"How long have you been dating?" Aleksandra asks.

"When's the wedding?" Nadia asks.

"Are our dads okay with this?" Faith questions.

Dad Fox comes to our rescue. "Yes, I'm okay with it. River and I
talked about him marrying Tsar Nikolai. Now do you all mind if we
take this inside?"

"Yeah, guys, can't you see our dads and brothers are tired?" Sergei
says.

Sergei and Summer are holding Dad Fox's hands while Kaylie,
Angélique, Alek, and the twins are staying close to Dad Walter who's
holding Arman. Dad Alex has his arms around Gawain's and Hunter's
shoulders as the triplets go from group to group chattering excitedly.

"Good suggestion, Serg," Dad Walter says, leading the way back to
the palace. "I really need to spend sometime in private with Dad Alex
and Dad Fox."

"Why? You've already knocked 'em both up," Hunter quips. He receives
a swift swat on his butt from Dad Alex who stops suddenly.

"Fox, you're pregnant with Walter's baby! Are you okay?" Dad Alex
asks deeply concerned.

"I'm fine, Alex."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's Walter's baby—"

Dad Alex is grinning from ear-to-ear. "So it looks like we're having
our babies about the same time after all. We can help each other with
the nursing and the diaper changing."

"Stop gloating, ratboy. As if you'll only be having one baby," Dad
Fox grumbles.

"You'd better be nice to me, lover. Our kids told me what you were
planning to do to me while I was sleeping."

Dad Fox sighs, "I think I'll be moving downstairs with Frohike,
Hans, and Gabriel for the next three or so weeks."

"You're not going anywhere!" Dad Walter and Dad Alex both growl.

Alex walks over and kisses Dad Fox. "I love you. I promise I won't
do anything to you while you're sleeping."

Dad Fox rests his forehead against Dad Alex's and murmurs, "You
really have me believing that you're serious, but I know you, Alex."

Tsar Nikolai chuckles. His arm around my waist is making me hot. I
can't remember the last time that being around some guy made me horny.

"I think we should set a date, River," he says as we wait with my
family for the elevators.

"How about May 1st?" I say.

"How about December 26?" Tsar Nikolai replies.

"That's in less than three days."

"Beautiful and smart," he teases. "I'm not leaving here without you,
River. Getting married now is better than five months from now when
I've overstayed my welcome with your dads."

"I-I—" I really can't think of a reason not to marry him in three
days, except that I'm extremely scared. "Okay. We'll get married in
three days."

"Nikolai, I'd like to talk to you in private," Dad Fox says as the
elevator doors open and most of our family steps inside.

My soon to be husband smiles at him. "Of course, Fox. Why don't we
wait for the next elevator? We can talk in my apartment."

"Dad, we're coming with you," Sergei says protectively with Nicky at
his side.

"I need to talk to Tsar Nikolai alone, Sergei. Go upstairs with your
Dad Walter, he's missed you boys."

"Oh fine. C'mon, Nicky." Sergei drags his feet to the elevator.

"River, please go with them and keep them out of trouble," Dad Fox
says.

I hate leaving my dad alone with Tsar Nikolai. "Okay, I hope you
won't be long." Before I can join my family in the elevator, the
Tsar's hand tightens on my wrist, stopping me. He bends down and
kisses me soundly, until my knees feel like rubber.

"I won't hurt your father, River," he whispers against my lips.

I swallow as I look into his eyes. I nod my acceptance, since my
voice seems to have left me. Nikolai lets me go and I stagger into
the elevator. I should have waited for the next car this one is too
crowded.

Sergei pushes the button to Frohike's floor then he turns to Dad
Walter. "Dad, Nicky and I need to pick up something from Uncle
Melvin."

"Couldn't it wait until tomorrow? It's been over three weeks since
we've seen each other."

"It really can't wait. We won't be long," he says as the doors
slides open on Frohike's floor and they step out. I step out with
them.

"River, where do you think you're going?" Nicky asks.

I smirk. "Dad Fox is paying me a buck an hour to baby-sit you two."

"You're so funny—Not," I say.

"Okay, River, just don't get in our way. I don't trust your fiancée
with Dad Fox," Sergei says.

"What do you intend to do?" I ask.

Nicky answers for him. "My Father Nikolai would be able to detect
and block us from spying on them, but he'd never be able to detect
Uncle Melvin."

"And you want to use me to spy on them," Frohike says, strolling
down the hallway. He has two little toddlers following him. I no
longer remember all of Hans, Frohike's and Gabriel's children's names.

"If that's okay, Uncle Melvin," Sergei says.

"You know how much I love spying on your dads." He smirks then hugs
me. "River, welcome home!"

"Thanks, Melvin."

"C'mon, boys, let's get comfortable in the kitchen."

Hans is in the kitchen when we walk in. He's feeding their youngest
child pureed carrots. The two little girls with Melvin run over to
him and climb up on his lap. "River, it's really good seeing that
you're okay. How's your dads and brothers?"

"They're fine, Hans. Dad Fox is pregnant again with Dad Walter's
baby." My attention drifts to where Frohike is projecting a three-
dimensional image of my dad and Tsar Nikolai on the tabletop. Only
the most powerful clairvoyants possess that ability.

I walk over to them and stare down at the tiny images. Nikolai is
bringing my dad a glass of water. "Okay, Fox, what do you want to
talk about?" Nikolai asks.

"River. I don't want to see him hurt."

"You may not believe this, Fox, but I love River and have no
intention of ever hurting him."

I smile at the same time I feel guilty for listening to their
conversation.

"You've said the same thing about Alex."

"I never hurt Alexei—"

"You raped him when he was at his most vulnerable."

"Fox, I never raped him. If I didn't have sex with him when I did,
Nicolas would never have been conceived."

My brother Nicky gasps.

"That's your problem, Slava, you don't know right from wrong. Are
you still trafficking in slaves?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business. Now you wanted to talk
about River and me. Say your bit or get out," Tsar Nikolai says
coldly.

"Fine." Dad Fox stands and places himself in front of the Tsar. "I
want you to promise me that you'll be extremely gentle with him on
your wedding night—he's still a virgin."

I blush as Frohike and my brothers look at me.

"Fox, you don't realize how thrilled I am, knowing I'll be River's
first and only lover. I want more than anything in the world to give
him pleasure. It means more to me than my own gratification."

"Melvin, please stop spying—" I say.

The images vanish. "Sorry, River, I didn't realize they'd be talking
about you. So you're marrying the Tsar?"

"Yes. Just promise me, you won't spy on Nikolai and me on our
wedding night. I'm nervous enough as it is."

"I promise, River, and congratulations. I predict you'll be very
happy with Tsar Nikolai."

"Thanks, Melvin."

"Let's go home...I want to talk to Dad Alex," Nicky says, looking
like he's close to tears.

"Nicky, what happened between your Father Nikolai and Dad Alex was a
long time ago—people change."

"River, doesn't it bother you that the man you're about to marry, my
father, raped our dads?"

"Yes. But don't you see, Nicky? If he's married to me, he'll never
have a reason to harm our dads or immortal brothers."

"What about you? It would hurt our dads more knowing that you
sacrificed yourself for them," Sergei says as we wait by the elevator.

"Guys, it's my life." I smile at them. "Don't worry about me. If I
made a mistake you can always tell me, I told you so, after I come
home with my tail between my legs."

***

River's POV December 24

Dad Alex is glaring at me angrily. I've never seen him so mad. His
green eyes are nearly black.

"How can you do this to us?" Dad Alex yells. "You know what that
bastard did to Fox and me! But you're still willing to share his bed
and have his brats! I thought I raised you better than that! Of all
the selfish, pig-headed things you could have done this tops the
cake!"

I shrink under his assault. I'm at a lost for what to say.

"Alex, it's his life," Dad Fox says calmly.

Dad Alex turns his anger on him. "Fox, you out of all people cannot
be happy with this! How can you support our son marrying that
bastard?"

"Because it is his decision to make! Alex, I angry when you chose
Slava's bed over mine! But it was your decision and I had to live
with it or lose you forever—"

"You could have put your foot down with me. I would never have
chosen Slava over you—"

Dad Fox jumps to his feet. "Bullshit, Alex! You were bonded to him.
It would have only been a matter of time before you snuck off to be
with him. I gave you your freedom—give River's his. Let him make his
own mistakes."

"Fox, I can't. I don't him to make the same mistake I made—"

"Dad, please...it's my choice."

"River, don't do this. Reconsider—"

"Dad, I'm sorry. I hope you'll still be able to love me?" I say
softly. Tears glistening on my lashes.

For the first time, in a long time, Dad Alex has tears in his eyes.
He walks over and hugs me against his chest as he cries. "I'll kill
that bastard if he hurts you. I'll rip his fucking heart out." I can
feel his hot tears against my neck.

"Dad, I love you. Please, don't worry about me."

"This is so hard for me, River." He hugs me harder.

"Dad, I would like you to be my best man."

"Maybe you should ask Dad Fox or Dad Walter—"

I shake my head. "No, I want you."

Dad Alex takes a deep breath. "For you, River, only for you."

I rest my chin on Dad Alex's shoulder and look over his shoulder at
Dad Fox. Dad Fox will more than likely miss my wedding. Today and
Christmas may be the last time I see him again for months. I still
don't know what happened to him over the past four weeks while those
maniacs held us captive.

***

Nicky's POV December 24

"No way, Father, I'm not doing it!" I say firmly, trying to stand up
to him. I'm mad after finding out that I was a product of rape.

My Father calmly pours himself a drink. "Nicolas, don't speak to me
in that tone of voice. You're my only son and I expect you to stand
up for me."

"The only reason I'm your son is because you raped Dad Alex! How
could you do such a thing?"

"That's not how it happened. Alexei promised he'd bear my child
first. When I impregnated him wasn't capable of making his own
decisions—"

"Then you should have waited? Dammit you raped him!"

"No. I. Did. Not!" he punctuates each word. "You will speak to me
with respect! You will not use foul language in my presence!
Understand, Nicolas?"

I feel lightheaded under my dad's penetrating stare. "Yes," I say
weakly.

"Alexei was already pregnant with your sister. I wanted him to be
carrying my child, too." Father Nikolai touches my cheek. "I'm not
sorry for my decision. You wouldn't be here if I had waited."

"It doesn't feel right—"

"It's in the past, son. Let's focus on the future." Father Nikolai
hands me a small box. "This is the ring I had made for River. I want
you to hold onto it until the wedding."

"Yes, Father," I sigh. Someday I'll find the strength to stand up to
him.

***

River's POV December 26

My hand trembles as Nikolai slips the ring on my finger. In the last
two days I've come to think of him as Nikolai, no longer Tsar
Nikolai. We're both dressed in black tuxedos surrounded by our family
and friends. I smile nervously at Dad Alex. He's my best man. My
brother Nicky is Nikolai's best man. I only half hear the minister's
words as I slip the ring on Nikolai's finger. My only regret is that
Dad Fox wasn't able to stay awake long enough to attend my wedding
and I won't be able to say goodbye to him when I leave for Russia
with my new husband.

I look into Nikolai's midnight eyes as he leans down and kisses me.
"I can't believe you're mine, River."

I touch his face and look deeper into his eyes. "And you're mine now
too, Nikolai, remember that, I won't tolerate you looking at another
man."

"Are you going to be this bossy—"

I kiss him, taking his breath away. I release all my pent-up
passions in that kiss as I push my tongue past his lips caressing the
inside of his mouth. When I end it, he's putty in my hands and I tell
him seriously. "I can give you all the love you've ever dreamed of,
Nikolai. But if you ever betray our marriage vows then I'll leave
you. You won't get a second chance. Commitment and respect is all
that I ask from you. And don't worry, Husband, I have no intention of
bossing you around."

"River, moi love, how can I possibly think of another man when I
have you?"

Dad Alex clears his throat and shakes Tsar Slava's hand. "Nikolai,
take good care of my son." He then turns to me and hugs and kisses
me. "River, if you ever need anything call me immediately."

Dad Walter steps forward and hugs me. "River, we expect you to visit
us often."

I smile at him. "Dad, don't worry, you'll not going to get rid of me
that easily. I'll be moving back home during my pregnancies."

"Your dads and I will always be here for you, son." He kisses my
cheek then turns to my husband and shakes his hand. "Tsar Nikolai,
congratulations."

"King Walter, thank you for hosting our wedding."

"It was my pleasure."

I take his hand and lead him through our guests to the banquet hall.
"Nikolai, I hope you're hungry, my dads' Chef and his assistants
prepared a feast for us," I say as we stand outside to greet our
guests as they enter.

"River, I'm hungry, but not for food."


Nikolai's hand caresses my butt. I shudder, grabbing his hand and
holding it still as I glare at him. "Do you mind? We're in public," I
whisper.

"We're married, moi love. Look at your dads. They aren't bashful
about displaying their love in public."

I look across the banquet hall where Dad Walter is at the buffet
table feeding Dad Alex a shrimp. His hand is in my Dad Alex's back
pocket.

"They've had lots of practice...this is new for me."

"Then maybe we should start practicing. Come dance with me, River."

He leads me out onto the dance floor then pulls me against his
chest. I look up at him as we sway to the music. His hard bulge
presses against my lower belly. It feels massive. Am I going to find
the courage to allow him to penetrate me?

"May we cut in?" Rory MacIver asks, stealing me away from Nikolai,
leaving Shinji to dance with him.

"How are you holding up, Lad?"

"Fine, Rory. I'm a bit nervous."

"It's understandable. Not only have you gotten married, but you'll
be moving away from your family and friends."

"I hope I'm not making a mistake."

"You'll be fine. Shin and I will come and visit you once you're
settled in at the Winter Palace. Shin wants to see where his Uncle
spent a year of his life."

Rory spins me and pulls me back in his arms. I can't help laughing.
He's really a good dancer. "Nikolai told me he had Mr. Izumi's old
studio fixed up for my use. He says it still has some of his
unfinished works. Maybe Shinji can find something to remember his
Uncle by." Masataka Izumi taught me how to paint. It was a sad day
when he passed away. He was only sixty-five. Mr. Izumi was out
walking along the cliffs when the soil gave way and he fell into the
ocean. It had been raining for several days and the ocean was rough.
So it was days before his body was found.

"Rory, you're hogging River," Gabriel Hunter says, pulling me gently
away from Rory as the band plays a slow song. I glance over at
Nikolai. He's dancing with Ari Summer.

"You're looking beautiful, River. The Tsar is one lucky man."

"Thank you, Gabriel. Where are Hans and Melvin?"

"They're feeding our kids in the far corner."

"I glance over to where he indicates and see over a dozen children
from age one to sixteen.

"I think Hans has finally decided to take a rest for the next six
years," Gabriel chuckles.

"God, I'm scared to death about having even one baby. My dad's were
in so much pain each time."

"When the time comes, River, I'm sure you'll be just as brave as
your dads."

"I'm not sure I'll ever be that brave."

Nikolai shows up at our side as the music ends. "Agent Hunter, how
have you been?"

"Good." He smiles. "Tsar Nikolai, congratulations," he says, shaking
Nikolai's hand then turns to me. "River, take care of yourself and
stop by and visit us next time you're at the Palace."

I watch Gabriel head over to his family. I glance around the crowded
hall, and sadly realizing all the friends I'll be leaving behind. Did
I make a mistake?

"Are you hungry?" Nikolai asks.

"Yes, and thirsty." We wander over to the buffet table. My Russian
sisters...no I can't call them that any longer, not when I'm married
to their father. I can't even call Nicky my brother any longer
either. It just wouldn't seem right. Nikolai's daughters are chatting
while picking at the vegetable tray. They look at me and giggle.

"River, are you nervous about fulfilling your marriage duties
tonight?" Anatasja asks lightly, sucking suggestively on a celery
stick. All the Czarinas giggle, making me blush.

Oh great, they're all picturing me with their dad's dick up my butt.
How embarrassing is that? It suddenly feels very hot in here.

"Girls, please stop, you're upsetting River," Nikolai says firmly.

"Sorry, Father. We'll be good." Anatasja winks at me and kisses her
father on the cheek. She and her sisters finish filling their plates,
then go to join my sisters at one of the tables.

"It's going to be okay, River. We'll take it slow."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

The rest of the evening passes quickly—too quickly. Before I know it
I'm in the elevator with Nikolai heading up to his—our apartment. He
takes my hand and walks me down the hallway to his bedroom. It all
seems like one strange dream as Nikolai closes the door then goes to
sit on the bed.

"Moi River, undress for me."

I lick my lips anxiously, looking for a way out. "Why don't you
undress for me?" I ask, stalling.

Nikolai levels me a long calculating look before standing and slowly
stripping out of his tuxedo. He tosses the articles of clothing over
a chair. I watch with apprehension as each item is removed. Okay, I'm
even more distressed as he peels off his silk boxers and I see how
large he is. I've painted nudes before and none of the men came close
to the Tsar in size. My own six-inch dick seems embarrassingly small
by comparison.

"River, I'm not going to hurt you," he says, walking slowly across
the room to stand in front of me. He places his hands on my
shoulders, then caress up and down my arms. "You're trembling."

"You're huge—"

"Maybe this is too soon...you're too tense. I keep forgetting that
you're a virgin. We'll need to spend some time preparing you to
handle my size." Nikolai smiles gently and uses his powers to remove
my clothing. He takes my hand. "Come, moi beautiful lover, let's
share a shower."

I go with him reluctantly. My stomach is doing flips...I think I
might become physically ill. Everything seems surreal. The tile under
my feet is cool. I glance into the mirror over the sinks. Is that
frightened, naked man staring back really me?

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he whispers huskily in my ear as
his nails scrape over my nipples.

I tear my eyes away from my image. "I feel so strange."

He smiles at me then turns on the water in the shower. "It will
pass, River."

The shower is a nice size, plenty of room for two men. The water
revives me a little. Nikolai uses his hands to smooth shower gel over
my body as he explores every inch of me. He kneels in front of me and
takes my penis into his mouth. A moan escapes my lips as blood rushes
to my dick, expanding it. "Oh God." It feels so good. I tense as his
hands grab my buttocks and his fingers strokes up and down my crease.
I feel a slight pressure against my anus—then it is withdrawn.

Nikolai sucks my penis harder. It's more stimulation than I can
handle. My fingers lace through his hair and I am coming. When I come
back to myself I realize that his thick finger is inside me. I still
have my fingers woven in his hair as he slowly fucks me with his
finger. It feels weird but not unpleasant. He touches something
inside me that shoots pleasure from my toes up to the tip of my nose.

"Ooohh."

"Hmm, like that?" He grins up at me.

I nod, my voice failing me.

"River, I'm going to insert a small butt-plug into you. It will hurt
a little at first." He holds up his hand and an object magically
appears in it. The object is tapered at the top with its thickest
part about two inches in circumference and it has a knobbed end. A
slick coating of lubricant covers it.

I swallow as he withdraws his finger and replaces it with the plug.
It hurt more than a little as it spreads open my anus. My muscles
closed around the smaller part holding it inside. The burning
vanishes as my body becomes accustom to the intruder.

"How does that feel?"

"Weird."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"It did...but not now."

"I'll replace it with a larger one in a few hours. Then I'll give
you an enema and insert an even larger plug. By tomorrow you should
be ready to perform you duties as my mate." Nikolai stands and pulls
me into a hug. "Let's go to bed, moi little rabbit, I want to hold
you in my arms."

I grab a towel to dry myself, but Nikolai takes it from me.

"Let me do that for you."

He dries me so tenderly. It's hard to imagine that he's the same man
who did such awful things to my dads.

"Get into bed, moi love. I'll join you shortly."

I walk out of the bedroom and over to the bed. The plug rubs against
something inside me, sending a jolt of delight through me. I pause
and sigh, placing a hand just above my groin. God, that felt good. I
pull the blankets down then go in search of my underwear and pajamas.
Most of my belongings were packed up and sent to Russia yesterday.
Our servants were supposed to have moved my clothes down to Nikolai's
room this afternoon.

"River, what are you doing?"

I look up from the dresser drawer. "I'm looking for my pajamas—"

Nikolai's laughter startles me. "You are too cute, moi rabbit. In
our bed there will be no need for pajamas."

"What about in the morning? I can't walk around nude—what would the
servants say?"

"Your dressing gown is hanging next to mine in the bathroom. Now
come to bed."

He tucks me under the covers then climbs in beside me, pulling me
into his arms. He kisses me while playing with the plug in my ass,
twisting it, until my penis is erect again and dripping precum.
Ignoring his own need, Nikolai jerks me off, bringing me to another
orgasm. I fall into a sated sleep with my head resting on his
shoulder.

I wake some time later and roll onto my back. Gasping as the plug
pushes further into me. It feels much larger than it did earlier.

Nikolai turns on his side and his arm drapes over my chest. "I
switched the smaller plug with a larger one while you were sleeping."
The voice of his new lover rumbled deeply. "Can you feel how much
deeper it is inside of you?"

"Yes...it feels so good." I am surprised how much I enjoy the
penetration. Maybe being fucked won't be that bad.

"You're an immortal, River. Immortals are sexual creatures. I'm
surprised you've been able to resist the urges of your body this
long—"

"I haven't been an immortal that long. It's only been a little over
a month, and for three of those weeks, I was locked in a cell with my
brothers. Besides I won't complete the change until I develop my
womb."

His hand caresses my belly. "And you will give me lots of children."

"Yes. And you will honor our marriage contract by allowing me to
return to my dads while I'm pregnant."

"River, I will honor our contract. I don't want what happened
between Alexei and me to happen to us." He kisses my forehead. "Now
go to sleep."

***

It feels weird to move around our apartment with the large plug in
my butt. This morning Nikolai gave me an enema and replaced the three-
inch plug with one that was five inches in circumference and eight
inches deep. It hurt like a bitch at first, now it's a gentle
throbbing. I'm actually starting to anticipate being fucked by him.

I smooth a hand over the soft velvet robe as I gaze out at the snow.
The room is lit brightly with sunshine.

A servant wheels a cart into the dining room. Nikolai follows him
into the room. "I had the chef make your favorite breakfast for us."

"How did you know?" I ask, looking at the plates with grits covered
in honey and butter, eggs over easy, hickory smoked bacon, toast, and
large cinnamon rolls. I'm so hungry, and not just for breakfast.

"King Walter told me. I never had grits before," Nikolai says,
sitting down at the table.

I sit carefully in the chair next to his. The plug is pushed deeper
inside me and I move on the chair until I'm comfortable. He smiles at
my squirming.

"Coffee, moi love?"

"Yes, thank you."

"I'm going to miss them so much," I say, placing a cinnamon bun on
my plate.

"We'll come back often so you can visit them."

"I'd like that."

We spend breakfast talking about Russia and St. Petersburg. I'm
anxious to see my new home. I want to visit the village where my
mother was born. I nibble on the last piece of bacon.

"I think you're ready for me," Nikolai says suddenly, setting his
napkin down.

I feel a flutter of excitement in my belly. "I think you're right."

"Come. Let's return to our bed."

We get back to our room he takes the robe from me. Then proceeds to
kiss the breath from my body. His hand grasps the knob of the plug,
which he pulls out then pushes back in. He slowly works it in and out
of my body. I'm moaning with pleasure as he nips and sucks on my
nipple. I want him so bad.

"Moi love, I'm going to teach you so many things," he murmurs,
removing the plug completely and lowering me down on the bed. He
climbs between my thighs.

"Place your legs on my shoulders."

I chew on my lower lip as I comply. I watch him intently as he
positions his large cockhead against my small opening. The pain is
intense as he pushes inside. He's much bigger than the plug. I have
tears streaming down my cheeks as he continues to push into me. "Oh
God, stop, it hurts."

"Relax, little rabbit, it will pass once you adjust to my size."

He doesn't stop until he's fully seated in my ass. I'm breathing
through my mouth as my fingers clutch the bedcovers. He waits for my
breathing to slow and the pain to subside on my face, before pulling
out then thrusting back in. It still burns, but the sensation of
fullness couple with him rubbing against the pleasure spot in my ass
has me pushing up to meet his thrusts.

Nikolai leans over me and licks the tears from my face. "You're so
beautiful this way." His hand wraps around my erection and he jerks
me off in time with his thrusts.

Nikolai comes before me and the sensation of his come shooting into
my bowels is more then I can handle and I follow him over the
precipice. He lays next to me and pulls me into his arms. "That was
remarkable, River. We'll have to see that you're kept loose and ready
for me for a while. Once you're used to being fucked by me, then
we'll allow you to tighten up again."

"So I'm going to have to wear the butt-plug for a while?"

"I don't think it will be for that long. You're an immortal. I
expect your body will be welcoming my cock inside it in no time."

From how horny I've felt since Nikolai first touched me, I have no
doubt that he's right.

***

River's POV December 28

I sit on the bed and gazing fondly at my Dad Fox. I want to keep
this memory a long time, because it will be months before I see him
again.

"River, are you ready to go?" Dad Walter asks. He's escorting me
downstairs where my husband is waiting to take me to the airport.

I lean down and kiss Dad Fox on the lips then stand. Dad Alex is
waiting by the bedroom door. He hugs me when I walk up to him.

"River, take care of yourself. Call us if you need anything."

"Thanks, Dad. Are you going to come to the Czarina's wedding in
May?" I ask, hoping he's changed his mind.

"Maybe. I'm not promising anything."

I smile. At least he didn't say no this time. "Bye." I kiss him
quickly.

Dad Walter places his hand on my back and guides me out the door. I
glance sadly one last time at Dad Alex as he walks over to the bed.

"It seems unreal that I'm married and leaving home," I say.

"You'll be fine, son." Dad Walter takes my hand as we walk to the
elevator.

We step inside and ride it down to my new life.

***

End of chapter 4: The Thirteen Patriots

Coming soon chapter 5: Valentine's Day