Katniss, Gale, Glimmer, and Cato had been the ones to escape the 74th Hunger Games Arena. Yet me and my beloved Finnick Odair were also Victors this year. We were finally able to wed as a side effect of the open rebellion that was too long in coming. Yet the kind of government that would control even the most deeply personal aspects of our lives was the sort of rule that primed rebellion against it. District citizens' love had always been more powerful than Capitol force, I think. Yet that had become a lot clearer this year.
It wasn't limited to love in the sense of romantic or sexual attraction, either. In fact, this year's events had started with a different sort of devotion. Katniss and Gale had both gladly, unhesitatingly, taken the places of younger siblings in this cruel contest. It turns out they had even more than that in common. They had been something beyond friends for years and took the previously unsaid next step in the face of certain death. That had actually given them a shot at survival.
Two people who had just met seemed to have no less passion, Glimmer and Cato experiencing lust at first sight. As such, it was unsurprising that those two Careers ended up with a fetus to be named later. When that news broke, it drove the emotions surrounding this year's Games to even more of a fever pitch. I hadn't thought that was possible.
The Capitol may have sustained the pressure from one couple, maybe even surviving the choice between the two sets of two. Yet the baby-to-be's peril had been more shocking than that faced by its mother and 23 other already-born children. Not to mention, twenty tributes besides their parents hadn't had such compelling stories.
Those were some of the emotional reactions that just didn't make sense to me. A lot of the time, people who weren't special like me didn't understand that I didn't understand. However, when it came to what was wrong with the Games, they agreed with me.
Not having an angle didn't mean a tribute deserved to die. No one deserved to die at the Capitol's whim. That happened throughout the year due to neglect, but also through deliberate slaughter when it came time for another arena. Every summer had been a reminder of the power the Capitol had over us.
Maybe their iron fist would finally be made to loosen its grip. The two couples had been the last four tributes, and they had stopped turning against each other to face the arena and the Capitol together.
District Thirteen still survived to make war against the Capitol. Capitol propaganda had insisted the underground base was destroyed at the end of the last war. As the second rebellion started, Thirteen was able to evacuate my family and Finnick's, along with the four tributes and their relatives.
This success had depended on their plants in the Capitol, as well as people from the other Districts who were ready to take action. Few people hated the Capitol more than most of its supposed Victors. Haymitch had rallied the mentors. Cashmere, Gloss and Brutus at least had to play along once Glimmer and Cato did what they did. Most of the other District Four Victors hated what had been done to me and Finnick.
Lyme had led my District Four evacuation flight, which also got the tribute relatives from Two, One and Twelve. Rebel plants got mentors out of the Capitol and tributes out of the arena.
Of course Finnick and I would marry as soon as possible. Katniss and Gale had gone through part of the District Twelve marriage ritual while in the arena. This was on the first day, long before they saw the chance of both surviving. That seemed like a wonderful romantic tragedy, far more beautiful when it didn't come to pass. Once they both escaped the arena, they were glad to make it official. Glimmer was overjoyed when Cato saw the sense in proposing to her. Three weddings at the same time was an exhilarating moment for the whole country.
Finn and I had been dreaming of a life together ever since we crept up on each other. Now that our secret was out, we could go all the way with each other, like our bodies and minds had ached to do. The moment became even more memorable, if that was possible, as his rod finally hooked my fish.
I honestly thought we most reveled in the moment. The next morning I told him about some stiff competition. "Finn, did you sleep through the noise last night?" I asked my groom.
"What noise?" he answered.
Since he sounded honestly confused, I explained "Glimmer was being very loud. Hearing how good Cato makes her feel and knowing how good you make me feel, I fantasized about how amazing it would feel to have both of you."
"Wow, you're even sexier than I thought, beautiful fishy," he answered, amazed. "And the thought of you moaning like that turns me right back on again." I knew the voice of his desire, being the only one who heard it authentically, and right now, my ears picked it up as loud as an ocean storm. This was one of the few sensory inputs I was glad to be overwhelmed by. Rather than using my hands to cover my ears, I used them to emphatically point to my chest islands. I didn't cover up around him, certainly not at a time like this, but right now I was positively showing off.
"I thought it might," I whispered heavily as I threw my body against his. We were still naked, so he slid right into me. It was rough for Finnick but still extremely tender as he held my hips to thrust back.
After we actually dressed, Finnick agreed with me on something else. "I guess they're up for anything. After all, they fucked while live on national TV." They had been concealed first by their tent and then by the water of the arena lake they had gone skinny-dipping in. Nevertheless, it had been very obvious what they had been doing.
"I was forced to perform in orgies for the Capitol, but I'd love to partake of debauchery for my Annie." All of us who'd gone through the arena had suffered terrible pain from the experience. Finnick and the rest who'd been whored out to the Capitol endured anguish of a different sort. Some other Victors wallowed in misery or dulled it with drugs, those two supposed answers often being rather related to each other. Maybe the answer was to try to drown it in pleasure. It seemed poetic to use the very kind of pleasure that Snow had tried to turn into pain for them. Sapphire from three years ago had said she was resolved to not let the Capitol take away the joy of sex from her.
As I feared, there was no way we were able to get time to discuss something so private on such a busy day.
When we were alone and of course naked that night, Finn had a suggestion. "Since lovely Annie is apparently so sexually adventurous, how'd she like to try it in the back?"
"I would. It seems anything you do with your body to my body makes me happy." Of course, my tail didn't get wet the way my pearl did, but the drenched part of my body still eagerly anticipated me being pleasured somewhere else. We were still standing up, and I felt him press against my hip. I licked him, not until he shot into my mouth, but only until his member was covered in the drool of a very hungry Annie.
Once I stood back up, he placed his hands on my hips and turned me around. I felt him press into me like never before. Then I felt the ring between the tip and the shaft pop into me. I was even more thoroughly filled by Finn's fucking. One of his hands slid forward, and he slipped its fingers into me.
Gale was apparently annoyed by Glimmer's moaning instead of aroused by it. He had procured a curved piece of metal and I saw him place it behind the bed he shared with Katniss, to reflect the echoes of their pleasure. They way it was shaped and the way it was placed, it would channel those sound waves to one point, that point being Glimmer and Cato's bed. I doubted Katniss would complain, because of whatever it was Gale was planning to do to generate that noise.
Now it was Glimmer's turn to be woken up in the middle of the night, her turn to be angry about it. "Everdeen!" she yelled.
"Turnabout is fair play, shiny," Gale shot back. This reply came to him so easily that it must've been part of his plans for this little prank.
Katniss would not be receptive to being added for my plans for Finnick, Glimmer and Cato. I wished she would've also been open to opening her legs for Cato, and I sure wouldn't have minded having three of the most handsome men in the country instead of two. Katniss had said that Gale was the only man she'd ever want, and he'd said she was more than enough woman for him to handle. Gale was hardly limited to wanting what Katniss wanted. He wouldn't knowingly let anyone control him, as his mother knew all too well. However, he wanted her, so he would know better than to support being added to my idea.
So even I knew better than to bring it up with them. They weren't special the way I was, but I knew how bad it felt to be talked into a new and awkward situation, or even just to be bothered before saying no. However, my own enthusiasm continued unabated, as this was apparently my latest obsessive focus.
The day after the day after our weddings, we did get to bring up our idea. We approached them alone in the evening, so if they wanted to, we could do it right away. As with a lot of things, it did make sense to actually be prepared to act on the best-case scenario.
Maybe it would involve going down. Glimmer had said that Cato was quite willing to do that for her, so why not me too? They were immediately receptive to the idea of me being receptive for someone else, this suggestion for our private parts to be a little less private.
"I bet you look very pretty naked too," Glimmer purred.
I guessed what she was getting at, and answered that with "I'm straight though."
"So are noodles – until they get hot," she answered just as seductively. A lot of pasta was spiral, round, or some more esoteric shape, but even I didn't feel like being technical right now. "Oh, I can't wait to share Finnick with you, but I can't wait to share you with Finnick either."
Maybe this was another way in which I was different, I thought as her words dripping with sex were starting to get my sex organs dripping with fluids. "Maybe so, but this time I came here to have two men make me come."
"Oh, we both have wonderful men in our lives, no doubt about that. But I must warn you, Finnick may make love, but Cato fucks," Glimmer replied.
"You make that clear enough, those ain't tender lovemaking noises coming out of you when he comes in you," I agreed.
The rod growing in Cato's pants and the gleam in his eye made clear what he thought about his wife and their mutual friend lewdly praising his sexual prowess. I bet he wanted to rip my clothes off and give me a very intimate demonstration. However, Finnick had other ideas. My husband made a special point of carefully undressing me before laying down for me to straddle him. I leaned down to kiss my Finn, which also had the effect of shaking my hips at Cato.
The District Two man responded by roughly grabbing onto each globe of my ass with his strong hands, spreading them apart to better slide between them. We'd already let him know that I'd discovered how much I liked it in the ass, and Cato didn't need much encouragement. I felt him pop into me slowly before thrusting wildly. I was so pleasantly overwhelmed by two bodies each hard in two ways, just as I had fantasized.
I had never seen myself as making love to another woman, but maybe Glimmer herself is who I had really been turned on by a couple nights ago. She was too young for me, but since Cato was the right age for both of us gals, he could have both of us even at the same time as long as we weren't doing anything with each other. 18 was legal with any age 16 and up, like Glimmer's 17 or my 22. Yet he apparently wanted to be alone with her after being together with me and Finnick. She was undoubtedly ready for him, aroused at the idea of him fucking me as well as he fucked her. I still wanted Finn more than anyone, but our first time all together with Cato was even better in a way.