Edger stared wide-eyed. "That… that is more than we deserve. Far more. We've done nothing to merit that. Why would you…"
Everard smiled, reaching out to touch the back of Leonine's hand. "Leonine is a soft touch, and he's right, this feels like the right thing to do. I mean, let's be honest here: nobody liked His Majesty. He was mean, vindictive, and increasingly violent. He was poisoning everyone and everything around him. Enough people have died; what's the sense in killing two more? As to that…" He reached out and covered Odilia's hand with his own, curling their fingers together. "Odilia and I have been talking… It's time for a change, and you two need a way out of your current situation. How do you feel about learning to run a tavern?"
"What!" Edger, Cole, and Leonine said together. Leonine gaped at them. "You can't be serious. You love that place."
"It's a living," Odilia said. "We liked being together and never having to worry about food or a roof over our head. Now, though… now I've been told I could have an entire castle to prance about if I wanted. Can't be a fancy and run a tavern at the same time, Lee. We'd rather be with you. These two taking over will save us the hassle of locating suitable buyers."
Edger shook his head. "We don't have the money to buy you out. There's no way."
"We don't need the money," Everard replied with a laugh. "Haven't you heard? We've used our wiles on a silly knight who's going to sweep us away to his fancy castle. He has money enough for twenty." He smiled fondly. "He could do better, but he hasn't figured that out yet. Come join us in spring, once it's easier to travel, and we'll get to work. Deal?"
"Um. Yes. Deal," Cole said, wiping his eyes, going easily when Edger pulled him into a hug.
Odilia rolled her head to the door, and Leonine and Everard followed her out, closing the door quietly before slipping into the room across the hall. Leonine had barely closed that door when Everard grabbed him and slammed him against it, holding him easily aloft as he fed at Leonine's mouth like a starving man.
Leonine keened and held fast, kissing back with equal fervor, hooking his legs around Everard's hips. He sank his hands into Everard's hair, keeping him close, one kiss leading into another, until they were panting for air. Everard slowly set him back on his feet, but only so Odilia could take her turn, not ceasing until Leonine's mouth was swollen and faintly bruised from the rush of ardent attention.
"Get out of your layers," she said before biting his ear, then withdrew so she and Everard could do the same. Watching them undress each other, the easy familiarity between them, the looks they gave each other and him, was almost more of a distraction than he could take.
Forcing his eyes away, Leonine got his leather armor and clothes off as quickly as he could manage, taking time only to see the armor was properly put away, consigning everything else to the floor to be dealt with later.
Naked at last, he went back to enjoying the view, groaning and tugging at his cock as Everard moved to stand behind Odilia, bending to kiss the side of her throat as he fondled her breasts with one hand and skated the other hand down to explore further, deeper, making Odilia gasp and push back against him, pretty moans spilling from her lips as he found the spot he'd sought.
Moaning, Leonine moved in to do some touching of his own, taking Odilia's lips as he explored her wet folds himself, his finger right there with Everard's, pushing and teasing, a promise of all that was to come.
Pulling away, licking the taste of her from his lips, Leonine said, "Someone promised to sit on my face when I was feeling better."
"Then let's move to the bed, sir knight," Odilia said breathlessly, and then shrieked with laughter as Everard scooped her up like a sack of feathers and carried her across the room to the large bed waiting for them. Leonine crawled onto the bed, falling immediately into more touching and kissing, a tangle of limbs, hot skin, and hungry kisses.
Eventually, he was shoved onto his back, and Odilia straddled him with purpose, a gleam in her eyes that he'd never grow tired of. Shifting forward, she settled right over him, baring herself to his mouth, rubbing playfully against his lips in an order to get to work. Bracing his hands on her heavy thighs, he did as told, dragging his tongue along her cunt before plunging his tongue in deep, tasting the musky, salty-sweet of her, lost in her heat, the press of her thighs, the sharp hitches of her breath as she trembled and fought against fucking his face.
She came with a cry just moment later and slowly climbed off, still trembling, chest heaving, skin flushed rose. Leonine sat up, grinning as he used a corner of the sheet to clean his messy face. "I'd call that a good start, hmm, milady?"
"I would agree."
"Put your mouth to work on me, now," Everard growled, pulling him in, reversing their position so he was the one sprawled against the headboard, Leonine between his thighs. Whimpering slightly, his mouth already sore, Leonine nevertheless happily bent to his new task, taking as much of Everard's not inconsiderable cock as he could take, tongue stroking as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, working further and further, until the tip hit the back of his throat.
Everard moaned and fisted a hand tightly in his hair, and Leonine happily submitted as Everard fucked his mouth with abandon, using none of the restraint Odilia had displayed, withdrawing just enough to plunge deep again, until Leonine was nearly at his limit. Shudders wracked Everard's body, all the warning Leonine got before he sank in deep one last time and came.
Leonine slowly pulled off his cock and heaved for breath as he was able to properly fill his lungs again. He tried to speak, but his throat had taken enough abuse, it wasn't quite ready for that yet. He settled for glaring.
"Sorry," Everard said, grinning shamelessly. He sat up a bit more and dragged Leonine in to straddle his thighs, getting one of those enormous hands around his cock, licking and sucking at his well-used lips as he stroked Leonine off quick and dirty.
Spilling with a moan, Leonine promptly collapsed against Everard's chest. He was hot and sweaty, and so was Leonine, but right then he didn't care. If he really wanted to cool off, he'd just open the window for twenty seconds. "I do enjoy this manner of reward for a job well done."
"We're always happy to give it," Odilia replied with a laugh, sprawling next to them on the bed, idly trailing her fingers over whatever bits of them she could easily reach. "Especially since I think you did most of the work."
Leonine laughed. "I don't consider eating you out while you sit on my face work. Now Everard's cock is a different story."
"Hahaha," Everard said.
Laughter fading, Leonine said, "You've spent a lifetime on that tavern. Do you really want to give it up?"
"It's a living, nothing more," Everard said. "I'm proud of it, of course I am, but we can't split our time between the inn, the castle, and the royal castle. It's too much. If we're going to really and truly be three, then we have to trim some things. Sounds like your new castle will have plenty to keep us occupied, so why not pass the Gold Cock along to people who can devote full attention to it? With that gone, we can spend more time with you whenever you're not out on a mission."