Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 27
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 27 - Frank Devon, his pack, his club and the people who come to his club for connection and entertainment, this is their story and this is book 4 of the series. I would suggest starting at book 1 to understand the background and the world this club resides in.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory
Henrik Dahl stood in his office, gazing out over the city from his Dahl headquarters. It had been a month since Frank and his pack had visited, a month filled with signing contracts and consultations with designers. Throughout this time, Jane’s words about finding a mate had been simmering in his mind. Henrik hadn’t visited a sex worker since his trip to Club Velvet, and even his intense workout sessions weren’t clearing his head of her words.
He checked his calendar and saw that Frank was due in two weeks to further discuss the setup of the club, the design, and ensuring it was practical for a strip club.
Henrik grabbed his jacket and left the office with purpose, driving home to pack a few essentials. He then called for a hired car to take him to the airport.
As he stood at the entrance of the airport, observing the counters teeming with excited travelers, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of restlessness. Where was he going? Was he heading to Chicago or perhaps his favorite sex worker in Germany? He couldn’t answer these questions, so he moved to a bench and sat down, trying to gather his thoughts.
What’s wrong with me? he asked internally, both to himself and to the WE.
Henrik, there is nothing physically wrong with you. You are in perfect health. What you are experiencing is regret or loss. You met Frank Devon, his family, and saw the love they share with their mates and children. You desire that and are jealous of what he has.
Henrik, a man of strength and muscle, put his head in his hands, breathing deeply as the words of the WE resonated through his mind.
So what do I do about it? I can’t keep being around him and still be jealous. That won’t work for our mutual success.
You should find a mate. The WE have been looking, and the most likely mate for you, or mates, since your potential mate has a very close friend also looking for a husband, are currently located in Trysil on a skiing holiday away from work.
Henrik sat up quickly, scanning the list of flights leaving. He spotted the airline with a flight to Trysil departing in 30 minutes. He rushed through the crowded airport to the counter.
“I need a flight to Trysil, right away,” he said urgently.
“Yes, sir. ID please, and are you checking any bags?” the woman behind the counter asked.
“No baggage,” Henrik replied, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and handing over his ID. She typed on her keyboard, reserving a first-class seat, and his boarding pass was printed and handed to him.
“Thank you,” Henrik said, moving with a sense of mission toward his gate.
Gate 24A, the WE informed him as he ran through the halls.
The gate attendant saw him approaching and smiled. He handed her his boarding pass with a smile, and she told him, “We weren’t leaving without you, sir. Go, take a seat and relax.”
“Thanks,” Henrik said, walking through the gangway to the plane, still breathing hard from his unscheduled run.
He was shown to his seat and flopped down hard. The seat next to him was blessedly empty, and he kept breathing, trying to calm his nerves.
The flight to Trysil was quick and easy. The door had closed shortly after Henrik sat down, and the plane landed with a slight bump. Henrik stood from his chair and left the plane, ducking to enter and exit. He was on the ground now, just a hired car ride away from Trysil.
The resort he was delivered to was bustling, but they had a king bed room ready for him when he checked in.
Tossing his bag on the bed, he sat down and reached out to his WE. Where is the woman, or women, that you think will be a good mate for me?
The WE showed him a map. The woman they had found was currently sitting in the clubhouse at the bottom of the mountain. The WE didn’t show him a picture of her face but gave him a name: Ingrid.
Henrik took a deep breath. He had a friend years ago with the same name. They had lost touch after primary school. He went into the military, then college, and now owned a business. He thought she had gone to college, but he wasn’t sure.
Ingrid has her best friend with her, her name is Mari.
Henrik stood, pulled out comfortable pants and a shirt from his bag, changed, and then left his room to rent ski clothes and skis. It had been a few years since he last skied, but he was confident he could manage.
Ingrid and Mari were sitting in the clubhouse after their morning run down the mountain. They had mugs of hot chocolate in hand, warm smiles on their faces as they scanned the room. Their bodies were still, but their eyes never stopped moving, searching for men who weren’t attached to anyone.
“Anyone?” Mari asked for the hundredth time.
“Yes, no, dang it, he has a blonde hanging on his arm. I didn’t see her,” Ingrid replied.
They continued scanning the room, sipping their drinks and hoping that a big, strong single man would walk up to their table and introduce himself.
Ingrid did go to college. She earned an MBA from a college in the UK and returned to Norway to build businesses, acting as a consultant and advisor without taking on the financial risk herself. She gave guidance and leadership but let others handle the business-building process.
Mari was a school teacher, working with fourth-year students. She loved her job and loved kids, which is why she chose this profession.
Ingrid and Mari had met on the ski slopes years ago and became fast friends. Neither considered themselves bisexual; they thought of themselves as heterosexual like everyone else. But their social media feed showed many couples sharing their man among multiple women in what the WE called a pack. They agreed that if either of them found a man, a mate, a husband, they would ask if he was interested in forming a pack with the two of them. They didn’t want the other to feel left out since there was no way either of them could exclude the other from their lives. They just got along too well and loved each other too much. They were ‘best friends forever.’
Henrik entered the room and looked around, searching for two women sitting at a table together. He didn’t spot them at first, so he started moving through the room, keeping his eyes open.
He accidentally bumped into Mari’s chair, causing her to nearly spill her drink.
“HEY!” she shouted.
“I’m so sorry,” Henrik said, steadying Mari while apologizing.
Ingrid got a good look at the man and quickly stood up. “HENRIK?!” she said a little too loudly, her hand coming to her mouth in shock as she stood up.
Henrik looked over, saw Ingrid, and his mouth fell open. “Ingrid?” he said in a near whisper. His eyes welled up with tears.
Ingrid just nodded her head to him, her hand covering her mouth as tears formed in her eyes as well.
“Where have you been?” he asked, already moving to hug her, hold her, connect with her.
“Oh baby, I’ve missed you so much,” Ingrid said, her face pressed into his chest, her arms around his strong body as years of being apart faded into the background.
Henrik pulled back, held her face, and gazed into her eyes. “Troll and mist, sun and snow...” he said, then stopped and waited for her to answer the rest of their secret phrase.
It dawned on Ingrid’s face as soon as she heard the first part of their phrase. “Friends forever, you and me.”
They laughed, hugged each other, and laughed some more as years of memories came racing back to them both.
Mari stood next to them, confused, unsure of what to do, but still there just in case. She was biting her nails as the pair reconnected.
Mari cleared her throat. “Excuse me, but Ingrid, are you going to introduce me?”
Ingrid blushed, ashamed that she had forgotten her best friend. “Oh babe, I’m so sorry. Mari, this is Henrik Dahl, my friend from primary school. We used to have the best adventures as kids back in the day,” Ingrid said, an arm still around his back and her other hand on his chest.
Henrik held out his hand to her. “Mari, it is very good to meet you.”
Mari took his hand, shook it, as the WE whispered to them all, you found each other.
“Wait? We found each other?” Ingrid said out loud, but intended for the WE.
Correct. Ingrid Solberg and Mari Vik, Henrik Dahl is single, looking for a mate, and because you know him so well from your childhood, he should be considered as your mate for life. Mari, he is a good man, a strong man, and a wealthy business owner. Open yourselves up to each other and form a pack. This is what each of you was looking for, the WE think you have found it.
The trio sat stunned as they heard the news. Henrik sat down first, pulling Ingrid onto his lap and holding her tightly. Mari moved her chair close by, and Henrik put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close as well.
“Ing, are you really still single?”
“Yes.”
“Mari, are you looking for a husband as well?”
“I am.”
“But Henrik, why are you still single? I mean, you’re such a great guy, why haven’t you found someone?”
“Too busy. Military, then college, then forming Dahl Equipment ... I’ve been too busy.”
Ingrid wiggled her butt on his lap. “I’ve been too busy as well. College, more college, then working ... no time to find anyone.”
“Well, I can’t find a mate in a classroom full of little kids. And the adults I know are all married or the parents of the kids I teach,” Mari said, looking up at Ingrid and Henrik.
The trio sat together in a quiet, contemplative moment.
“Henrik, we should leave the clubhouse and go to your room, or our room, and talk some more,” Mari said.
“You’re exactly right,” Ingrid and Henrik said together, and they stood up and left the little table to go back to the hotel and one of their rooms.
Mari pushed the button to the room she shared with Ingrid. Henrik and Ingrid were still holding hands as the elevator ascended. Once it stopped, Henrik took Mari’s hand, and they walked down the hallway to the room.
As the door unlocked, he scooped both women up in his arms and carried them across the threshold into the room, setting them down as both laughed and squealed with glee.
With the door closed, they stood together, suddenly unsure of what to do next. They were like nervous teens sitting in the back seat of their parents’ car, unsure of how or what to do with each other.
Henrik unzipped his rented ski suit and stepped out of it. He still wore his comfortable clothes under it, so he wasn’t following Rule 8 or anything, but the women watched him with blatant interest.
His arms stretched the shirt tight against his muscles, his chest seemed to fill the shirt to near breaking, and his narrow waist was covered with gray sweatpants.
Both women growled, low and deep in their chests, as he tossed the snow suit on a side chair.
Mari spoke first, reaching out to touch his chest. “What did you say you did for a living?”
Henrik flexed his pecs and tightened his abs as her hand moved across his chest. “I own a company that makes exercise equipment.”
Ingrid moved to stand next to Mari, doing the same thing.
“You’ve grown up so much,” Ingrid said, a deep growl in her voice.
Henrik bent down and wrapped them both in his arms, then again picked them up and took the two steps to the bed. He sat down and put them on his lap. “Mari, Ingrid, connect with me. I’m serious about doing this right. I don’t want this to be some temporary thing. If I’m going to take you both as my mates, then we need to be open with each other from the start.”
The WE facilitated the connection between the three of them, and they all learned about each other’s hopes, dreams, and fears. Their shared desire to find a mate, wanting to have kids and grow old with their mate, was evident. The girls’ desire for kids was clear. Henrik’s desire to have loving partners in his arms and in his bed was evident to them all.
He turned his head to Ingrid. “Kiss me, please.”
She touched his cheek and kissed him, adding her tongue to the kiss as it warmed both their hearts as well as their bodies.
He turned to Mari. “Please kiss me.”
She put her hand on his cheek just as Ingrid had done and kissed him. The shock of the new kiss passed through them both. Mari added her tongue to the kiss, tasting him for the first time, opening her heart to him and joining them all together as the WE made the bond.
Their emotions flowed through the new link. Each felt the others in their mind. Each felt the love that had started to grow as they kissed and held each other. It was so new, nearly overwhelming, but so right that they shared kisses back and forth for an untold number of minutes.
Henrik felt his arousal ramp up as he held the women. Ingrid and Mari were both turned on by both his physical presence and now by the tender love that was passing back and forth between them. They had gotten warm between their legs, becoming aroused to the point of wetting their panties, but no one dared to move from this simple, sacred moment.
“We need to go to the courthouse and register our pack.” He said.
“Wait, get married right now?” Ingrid asked.
“Yes,” Henrik simply said. “I found you. I found you, and I don’t want to risk losing either of you. I want to secure you both as my mates so that no one else can. I find myself wanting to be around you both for a very, very long time.”
“Henrik, there is no rush. We don’t have to get married the first day we meet,” Mari said, Ingrid nodding her head along with her.
Henrik stood up carefully, letting the girls stand on their own two feet.
He took a knee in front of them, and they settled back on the bed. “I don’t have a ring for you ladies, but I would marry you both right here, right now. I think we have already been married, or bonded, by the WE. And when I think about that, I am glad. I came here looking for mates. If I understand your desires correctly, you two did as well. So, here I am, wanting to marry you both, wanting to spend the rest of my life with the both of you, so why the hesitation?”
Ingrid opened her mouth to rebut his statement, but the words would not come. She had no reason to not marry him. It was sudden, of course, but this was her friend, her adventure buddy, her troll and mist friend. “I’m in, Henrik.”
Mari took a little longer. “Henrik, I hardly know you. I mean, what do you look like without a shirt on? What do you like to eat for breakfast? Do you eat meat? Can you drink milk? What is your favorite movie, and do you like butter on your popcorn? These are big deals that we need to straighten out.”
Henrik looked at her face and pulled his shirt off. He flexed a little, making Mari gasp and groan. “This is me. I work out all the time. I have to since I own an exercise company; it wouldn’t be good for the CEO to be fat. I love a good protein breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon, and yes, I can drink milk. And when that milk is frozen into ice cream, that is my favorite. I can watch any movie and enjoy it. Of course, extra butter on popcorn, how else do you eat it? I am very passionate, and the women who I’ve been with have never complained about me in bed. I can tell that you are very sexual, Mari. A bundle of energy that I may never satisfy, but I would die to try and make you happy.”
He stood up, untied his sweatpants, and lowered them, letting his manhood bob in front of them both.
Mari and Ingrid gasped.
He pulled his pants back up, got back onto his knees, and continued talking. “Yes, that is me. I would be faithful to you both. I would come to you for all of my needs and set all other relationships aside if we were to be bound together. I am a hard worker, a committed lover, and a man who you could trust with everything.”
Mari got to her knees in front of Henrik and took her sweater off, tossing it aside. She pulled her tank top off and tossed that aside, kneeling in front of him wearing only a sports bra.
“You are right, I am very sexual. I’ve been with several men while in college, but none of them were allowed to touch me here,” she said, tapping her heart. “Or here,” she said, tapping the side of her head. “They could play with me here...” tapping herself at the junction of her legs, “but they never bothered to try and touch me where it counts.” She put her hands over her heart as more tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “I accept your pledge and give you my heart, my head, and my body for as long as you want it.”
Henrik pulled her close and kissed her, their commitment being sealed with a kiss.
Ingrid pulled off her sweater, her t-shirt, and knelt next to them both, her arms around them. Tears fell from everyone’s eyes as the WE recorded this moment, making their pack legal in the eyes of WE law.
“Babe, I still want to wear the white dress and walk down the aisle,” Ingrid said.
That broke the tension in the room, and everyone started laughing. “Of course. Can you wait two weeks? A business partner is coming to town for some meetings, and I want him to stand at my side.”
Ingrid playfully tapped her chin. “I think I can wait two weeks.”
More laughter, more hugs, as they let their joy flow between them.
The Dahl pack left the hotel shortly thereafter and flew back to Oslo. The hotel staff was shocked by his sudden departure, but the women hanging on his arms told the rest of the story that he didn’t reveal.
They arrived at Henrik’s house in Oslo and were given a very thorough tour of the home. When asked about where they lived, their answer made his heart sink.
Ingrid was in London for her job while Mari was in Honefoss, leaving Henrik alone in Oslo.
“What are we going to do?” was their collective question that stalled all of their excitement for finding each other
Henrik paced the room, his mind working a mile a minute looking for ways to get everyone under one roof as a family.
He heaved a heavy sigh and spoke. “Ingrid, when does your contract end in London?”
“The project is nearly complete. We have just a few more meetings to go and then it ends.”
“So, maybe a month?”
“Sure, a month sounds reasonable.” she agreed.
“Mari, I don’t know about teachers, when could you move here?”
“I have a contract that gets renewed every year. So when school ends in the spring I will move here.”
Henrik moved around the room, continuing to think and plan. Both ladies sat next to each other, their minds also processing the issue as well while also marveling at his strength and sharp mind. They were holding hands, thumbs moving in little circles on each other’s hands in random shapes as they watched their man think.
“I think that this house is big enough for us and the kids. If it gets too small, we’ll find something bigger.”
Both women grinned at the mention of children and felt a pulse of arousal of him making decisions.
“On the weekends, I’ll travel to see you both, spending quality time with each of you since my job is the most flexible. Then, as Ingrid’s job ends, she moves in with me. As the year changes and the new year starts, we both will travel up to see Mari and spend quality time with you. The only thing we need to keep in mind is that in two weeks, we are getting married and that I will not negotiate. I am marrying you two. We are bound together, so we can speak to one another at any time and send messages back and forth, even spending time at night talking and planning and getting our lives aligned for our future together.”
“Ok.” Mari and Ingrid said simply, they were too excited and blown away by his words and commitment to the family.
“Now, I know that going straight to bed for the rest of the weekend sounds like a great idea...” Henrik said, making Mari jump up from the couch, but Henrik held up his hand stalling her. “However. We are in no rush. We have an eternity to seek the pleasures of each other’s bodies so what is two more weeks? In the grand scheme of things?”
Mari groaned, her disappointment evident as she sat heavily back on the couch. Ingrid put an arm around her friend and whispered, “We can take care of each other while we wait.”
The women laughed, making Henrik look at them with an eyebrow raised.
Their laughter escalated at his look.
At the airport the next day, Henrik gave each woman a deep, loving kiss, and patted them on their bottoms at the gate promising to find a nice place to have a wedding.
When Ingrid got home, she could hardly sleep. For two weeks, she spent time every evening deep in conversation with Henrik and Mari, talking about everything from money, to how to raise kids, even getting into each other’s reproductive schedule to see how aligned their cycles were. They weren’t. They were roughly two weeks apart in their schedule.
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