The woman who took Ariel to his new home was very pretty. And very kind. But the way she held his wrist really hurt. Her manicured nails dug into his skin so much they formed deep crescents on it.

But he didn't want to be rude. He didn't want to be rude, so he let her touch him in the backseat of the black car they came in. She had only rubbed her hands all over his body, moaning. And then she made him watch as she fucked her slippery pussy with her fingers and told him to say some naughty things to her.

Some whitish liquid squirted out of her pussy and she shoved her fingers inside deeper and harder, screaming hell as more of the liquid sprayed out.

Then she had cleaned her juices from Ariel's face, smiling and saying, "We'll continue when we get there."

Ariel didn't know what to do. The driver very obviously avoided his eyes while it was happening, but Ariel heard him also making weird noises and grunting.

It seemed everyone around him was always like that.

When they got to the empty house, the woman pushed Ariel into a sofa, then quickly glanced around. "Seems the ones who claimed your guardianship aren't here. You know what this means?"

Ariel shook his head.

"I can use you all I —"

Someone grabbed her blouse from behind, someone very large and tall. He pulled the woman away from Ariel and easily held her off the floor by her blouse, causing her to flail her limbs about. "Wh-who are you?? Let me go!"

"I don't think I'm going to." The tall man said. His voice was so deep and mature, vibrating through the air. He had spiky black hair in an undercut, the long part reaching a bit below his shoulders. He had a firm jawline and dazzling green eyes that could pin anyone down. His nose was slightly crooked and had a plaster over it. "You violated the master."

"What?" The woman asked, covering her face to conceal the nosebleed she was getting from staring at the man.

"You have two options; to be punished or to be killed. Pick your poison." The man asked, his tattoos and piercings catching the light at perfect angles.

The woman trembled in lustful anticipation. Her pussy juices dripped unto the marble floor. "P-punished."

"Do you approve of this master?" The man asked Ariel who just watched with utter confusion written on his face. But he did want to see what kind of punishment the woman would get, so he nodded.

Almost too quickly, the woman's life force was drained out of her and where her eyes used to be, there were dark empty voids. Her mouth also fell slightly agape and dripped with drool from being open for long.

"All done." The man dropped the woman without an ounce of care. Her body motionlessly stayed there.

'Wow.' Ariel thought. 'What was that? '

He felt a bit intimidated so backed up into the couch as the man stepped closer to him, heavy combat boots making the whole earth tremble. He stopped right in front of Ariel and leaned down. "Welcome home, master." He grinned, outshining a billion galaxies.

Two others appeared at his sides. One a bodily impersonation of a sagacious angel, and the other exuding a radiant warmth that felt like the warm, embracing scent of hot chocolate in the winter.

That day, Ariel had been 8 years old. Oblivious to the wickedness he was treated with in those days. Moving to Millard Manor was the turning point in his life. He agreed to go with the woman because he'd known that if he stayed with his siblings, they would only continue touching him, and things would only get worse.

At the manor, he met his new guardians. The first one, who made an earlier appearance than the rest, was called Ansel. Naturally, he was the one Ariel quickly warmed up to. He might have looked relatively scarier than the others with leatherwear, and his tattoos that covered almost every part of his body and the many piercings in his ears and eyebrows, but he was very easy to talk to.

The second, swathed in a white tux, white dress slacks and white shoes, introduced himself as Avery. He was a long-haired silver blond, and his lucid eyes had nothing but depth. He was the quietest, looked like he was totally out of it most of the time but in realty he was quite the watcher, and quite the critic.

The last, but undeniably not least, was Sergio. His aura was utterly entrapping. His smile could tangibly touch a heart. Sergio's hair was wavy and just a bit shorter than Avery's, whose pigment-less locks fell below his waist. Sergio's was constantly transitioning between the spectrums of yellow to red, and dark brown, sometimes it was a lovely auburn color, sometimes it looked a pale yellow blond, and sometimes it was a light brown. That depended on his mood.

Over the ten years Ariel had spent with them, he'd gotten to know them in so many ways, so well. And they had gotten to know him just as much, both in mind. . . And body. Not only that, but they had pampered him a lot during the first two years, buying him gifts, giving him baths, taking him anywhere he wanted, anytime. They'd wanted Ariel to forget the sad emptiness that had plagued his 8 years. They wanted to make him happy.

And so far, they were doing a decent job.

Daylight seeped through the glass windows, illuminating the kitchen where Sergio stood in a homely apron, flipping pancakes. His wavy hair was a honey-golden color, made into a low ponytail. He sweetly hummed a soft tune.

Avery was sitting formally cross-legged on a barstool, an arm on the kitchen island. His white-gloved hand was holding up his head and the other was tamely on his lap. He wore the snowy turtleneck Ariel had picked out for him the last time they'd gone shopping together, with a pair of black jeans. After much time and debate, Avery had finally added a new color to his closet besides white. He could thank Ariel for that.

"Breakfast's ready. Mind calling Ari for me?" Sergio glanced toward Ansel who had been busily engaged in a game of table ping-pong with the wall.

"Okay!" He said enthusiastically. The black-haired one hit the ball last time and it successfully burrowed itself a hole in there. Just like 5 other ping-pong balls.

As Ansel walked up the grand staircase he felt the air around him thicken. It became tense with a heat that could turn on even the most lax of dicks. He tersely swallowed before opening the door to Ariel's room. Even having prepared himself for it, he was still surprised by the sudden wave of desire that hit him. It was almost oppressing. Ansel's salivary glands were going crazy, and he gulped more than once.

The atmosphere in Ariel's room was even more sexually charged than usual, and it was barely 9AM. He was getting stronger by the day. He found Ariel's ass first, barely covered by the t-shirt which was the only thing he had on. The boy was searching for something under his desk table, and it was sticking up sexily, showcasing the plump, ripe mounds of flesh and the untouched secret spot in between.

Instantly, Ansel's dick was up, visibly erect through his jeans. The head would probably be level with his navel if he took it out. 'Holy fuck...' He thought as he tried his best to hold his breath and clear his head of all the sinful things he wanted to do with that ass.

Ariel later sensed him, his head was about to bump the table as he got up, but Ansel quickly cushioned it with his hand, saving him the pain. After thanking him, Ariel got up. "I found my old Blinking Lights CD! Can you believe this??"

Blinking Lights was a pop band Ariel really loved. He'd lost that CD a while back and got cutely sulky because of that.

"That's great," Ansel rubbed the boy's head, loving the way he cringed as if he didn't like it. "I still think The Coal Miners are better, but, whatever. Breakfast's waiting for ya."

The stubborn Ariel scowled. "As if TCM could ever match up with Blinking Lights—in your wet dreams maybe! Stop messing up my hair, we've talked about this!"

"But you're so cute when you're pretending to be frustrated. . ."

Ariel didn't have anything to say to that, so he let his hair be ruffled while he stared down with an adorably sexy pout. He noticed the bulge in Ansel's pants.

"A-Ans, you're hard."

Ansel grunted, turning away not in shame but to take himself a few steps away from Ariel. The pent-up pressure was starting to hurt. "Yeah. . . Don't worry about it."

Ariel's voice got teary. "S-sorry... It's all my fault—"

"Hey, head up. It's fine. I'm fine, so don't blame yourself okay?"

Looking into his protector's eyes clouded with passion he couldn't control, Ariel blamed himself more than anything. "I can help you... With it... If you want,"

Avery burst in out of nowhere, on his face was a questioning look, "?" That broke the spell Ariel had cast over Ansel for the meantime. He was able to tear his eyes away from the boy and gain back his common sense.

'Shit! I was so close to giving in!'

"Um, I'll put on some clothes and come down real quick. Get out you two, I'm practically naked here!"

"You didn't notice that until he came in?" Ansel crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Pouting, Ariel struggled to push them both across the threshold, but they didn't budge. "Yes. CUZ he makes me self-conscious. GET OUT."

Avery's hands went into his pockets and he was about to turn and leave when Ansel pulled him back.

"You hear that Ave? He says doesn't feel comfortable around you."

"That's not what I meant!"

Ansel tched, growling, "Sure sounded like it."

"Well it wasn't."

Ansel feigned sadness, patting the blank-faced Avery with comfort. "Too bad. You've wounded him already."

Ariel chuckled darkly. "I'm gonna wound you if you keep jabbing me,"

"Ohh, scary. As if you could—"

Avery sighed and pulled Ansel out before the banter could escalate any further.

"You two can go to war after we eat." His low, but stern voice said.

Ansel paused in his steps. "You go ahead. I need an ice-cold bath right now."

Avery had already noticed his hard on. 'He's gotten stronger', he noted about Ariel. He said to Ansel, "Even I'm starting to feel it now."

Through his constant meditation and self-discipline all his life, Avery was able to keep his head around Ariel. But even that shield of his was beginning to bend to the force of Ariel's power.

"Tell me Ave, is this good or bad? He can't go to school. Make friends. Maybe get a girlfriend?"

"Right now stepping into a public area would be disastrous for him. And for every human there as well because I'll skewer the bodies of those that dare touch him."

Ansel stared, wide-eyed. "Wow. That's a... Lot of words. New record. Last time it was; Give the book back Ansel. I will skin you alive and marinate your organs."

Avery rolled his eyes, but his pigment-less eyebrows furrowed. "He's turning 18 tomorrow."

"Yup." Ansel couldn't help but feel a little proud. But along with that pride came dread. What were they supposed to do when Ariel goes into heat? The first times, they had given him some suppressors, but those had started being ineffectual when he turned 15. Their only other choice was to restrain him and lock him in his room until the rut faded, but that wasn't a healthy way to deal with it. And it made Ariel sink deep in depression, which they didn't want.

Avery went back to his seat, brooding. Sergio set a mug of black coffee in front of him, and he muttered a thanks before taking a sip. Then he communicated his thoughts to Sergio.

"Well I've got two ideas,"

Avery raised his eyes.

"We could find him a nice cat or something—"

"Hard pass."

Sergio huffed. "You could also just ask him what he wants to do about it. Maybe if he sets his mind on it, he can control it."

That was not a bad idea.

So, according to tradition, the one who lost at rock, paper, scissors had to give Ariel the talk.

Only the three knew the severity of the situation. Since they took Ariel in, he'd never touched himself. If he had, the bursts of pleasure would have made them know. But he hadn't, so imagine the extent of the pent-up desire inside him. If he was ever going to let it out, it had to be tomorrow.

So, having lost, Sergio sat him down that evening with Avery and Ansel flanking him. Ariel listened to everything they had to say, and he was quite sure that his brothers were drunk.

But then midnight came.