by M J Marstens
The dick-choker (in this case, not an immoral type of necklace) won’t budge. I try helping Nyam and the same results happen. . . shit, shit, shit, shit. It was funny for a second, but not anymore. I actually feel bad for the pranksters.
I turn my focus inward and towards fixing the problem, while tamping down at my panic, which just makes everything worse.
“DICKS BE GONE!” I roar.
Instantly, said penises disappear from their mouths.
Thank god.
Both lay back on the cave floor, trying to catch their breath. . .
I didn’t mean for that to happen, but maybe they will think twice about messing with me in the future. Because I’m clearly a little imbalanced and untried with my powers. . . I wouldn’t fuck with someone like that. . .
“You guys ok?” I query, hopefully sounding slightly repentant and concerned. “I-I. . .I didn’t mean for that to happen. . . sorry.”
“Serves us right, mon coeur,” Nyam finally gasps out.
“We’ll think twice before antagonizing you again,” Mio adds.
Ok, good. . .they don’t seem overly upset at me. . .
“But Zahra?” Nyam asks.
“Yeah?” I cringe, ready for the lecture.
“Can you give us back our dicks?”
CHAPTER 20
SUNNY
I try not to laugh at the horrified look on Zahra’s face. Clearly her antics have scarred her. Antics of our doing for goading her into using her powers. But Merc and I needed to see the depth of her energy. . . to get an idea of what she can do before sending her off on her own.
Judging from my lack of dick and Merc’s too. . . she is a lot more powerful than we originally thought. Poor Merc didn’t realize right away what she had done; he was probably too elated to have, what tasted like, a real cock out of his mouth and halfway down his throat.
Zahra has a temper and a wicked sense of humor, a rather dangerous combination for someone with nearly unlimited powers. I’m not as concerned at my lack of manhood as I am for how our Venus is going to recreate it. . .
“What?” Zahra gasps in distress.
“Our dicks,” I reiterate, enjoying her alarm. “When you yelled ‘dicks be gone’ you kind of made all of them disappear. Including the ones Mio and I were created with. . .”
“Knock it off!” Merc roars on our mental link. “You are purposely inciting panic in her! This is bad enough; don’t you dare whip her into a frenzy of anxiety so she can’t give us back our cocks. . . or worse. . .”
A small part of me wouldn’t mind seeing what ‘or worse’ might be. . . I’m not too worried. Zahra will get it fixed, eventually.
“Uh. . . oops. S-s-sorry,” she stutters out adorably. “Let me fix this.”
She shoots Merc an unreassuring look, and he just groans.
“I might ‘Krista’ this. . .” Zahra comments.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” Merc practically sobs.
“Stop acting like such a pussy,” I snicker to him.
“Hey!” Zahra barks. “I take offense to that! Pussies do some pretty amazing things. . . I’d like to see you two bleed out of your dicks every month or give birth to something the size of a cantaloupe. . . And Krista is the fairy from Fern Gully.”
Merc and I give her blank looks. She sighs unhappily.
“Fern Gully, guys, really? You don’t know it? Early 1990’s movie about fairies. . . Krista is like the princess or some shit and has always wanted to meet a human, but for the fairies, humans are only a myth. Then she meets one for real and she accidentally shrinks him. . . she tries to fix it, but not before turning him into various animals. . . I guess I’m like Krista, still trying to figure out my gifts.”
“And you might accidentally turn my dick into various animals?!” Merc roars.
“Better take it down a notch, Mio,” Zahra warns in a deadly whisper. “Or I might not give you a dick back at all.”
Merc gives a nervous swallow.
And Zahra thinks she can’t take on Lina.
Zahra is her own worst enemy. This woman will overthink herself to death, just as she is doing now; but when she’s focused, without outside distraction and anxiety, she uses her powers instantaneously. . . the way they were meant to be wielded.
I pull Zahra into my arms before she can threaten Merc again and kiss her passionately. I lose myself in her perfect mouth, her tongue snaking out to dance with mine. She lets out a little whimper when I pull her closer and deepen the kiss further.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Merc yells inside my head.
“Thinking with my dick,” I rejoin.
“You don’t have one!” He throws back.
“Exactly,” is all I say.
Within seconds of Zahra’s mouth meeting mine, it has become a grope fest. . . Her hands run up and down my stomach and sides while I teasingly caress her abundant breasts, gently squeezing. I trail my hand down to the apex of her thighs and subconsciously, she mimics my movements. When I cup her pussy, she grinds her sex hard into my hand and moans.
In her lust, she pets the front of my pants. . . where my cock should be. I wait patiently and smirk gleefully at Merc when I hear her growl in frustration, grasping at nothing. I can almost see the gears clicking in her head when she realizes the thing she craves most is missing. . . and wishes for it back.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see my dick back in place. . . her hand wrapped tightly around it and my pants gone. Zahra is definitely a woman who knows what she wants. And thank fuck she wants my cock. Before I know it, she is on her knees, taking my girth deep inside her mouth.
“Don’t forget about me,” Merc nags next to us.
Zahra’s wet, hot mouth makes a slick, popping noise when she lifts off my cock to glance at my grey-skinned friend.
“Sure,” she says sweetly. “After you kiss Nyam.”
Total silence descends inside the cave as she goes back to lapping me with her silky-smooth tongue.
“Did she just fucking blackmail me into getting my dick back?!” Merc asks in an incredulous and high-pitched voice, like he can’t even believe her audacity.
“Guess you shouldn’t have made pussy into an insult,” I taunt mentally.
He stares at me open-mouthed.
And then he gets an evil glint in his eye.
What is that motherfuc-
In one step, he is in my face and smashing his lips over mine.
Zahra pauses her attention, her mouth hovering seductively over the tip of my cock, a delicate thread of saliva linking it to her lips.
Son of a bitch, this asshole really is doing it.
“I want my dick back, too,” he teases, hearing my thoughts.
Just as I feel his tongue trace the contours of my mouth, I slam him out of my mind and shove him away from my body.
The fucker is just standing there, grinning like a madman, stroking his returned junk.
And he looks like he enjoyed that way too much.
CHAPTER 21
MERCURY
I run my hand up and down my length, never before so thankful to touch my own dick, and smile over at my oldest friend. If looks could kill, I would be nothing but essence, left to float away in the waters. Luckily, the look Sunny cuts my way doesn’t end my life. . . although I’m sure at the moment, he wishes it did.
Serves the cocksucker right.
I balked at the idea of kissing Sunny, mostly because Zahra was extorting her position and her power. . . but I knew it would piss him off and potentially get Zahra off. . .
I’m secure enough in my sexuality to know kissing Sunny wouldn’t faze me. . . or him. Sunny might despise that I did it, but both of us know the score. Besides, there is no price too high when you want your dick back. . .
At least all she did was ask me to kiss him. . .
“It could have been worse, bro,” I joke, pushing inside his head.
Sunny winces and I immediately pull out. Something is wrong.
“Enough to kiss,” I respond playfully, but I’m worried.
“Help me to power up our Venus,” he orders.
Zahra is still on her knees, Sunny’s golden cock throbbing just centimeters from her mouth. I feel badly for the guy and also envy him at the same time. I wish her lips were that close to my dick, too. For her part, Zahra looks on patiently while we converse silently.
Even though we have never told her we can do this, I can tell she knows we are communicating. Either that or she is waiting for the show to continue. I hate to burst her bubble, but I doubt Sunny lets that happen.
“Because I like pussy, bro,” he states, emphasizing our connection as cosmic brothers.
“Doesn’t that make her our sister?” I ask. “Gross- you like your sister’s pussy?! That’s fucked up, even by our stand-”
Sunny lunges forward to grab me, but Zahra pops up between us and places a hand on both our chests. We feel the zing of her energy and suddenly, we are all naked. Without breaking eye-contact, she sinks back to her knees and fists both our cocks.
I’m impressed.
Venus has excellent negotiation skills.
She brushes her soft, full lips over the tip of my cock and I almost explode. She strategically places little kisses all over the sensitive head, before rolling her tongue down the underside. I shudder and grip the base of my cock so I don’t shoot my load in another eight seconds.
Back and forth she teases us with gentle pecks, leisurely licks, and the rougher scraping of her teeth. Zahra laps at the beads of precum oozing from the top of my dick and her eyes catch mine and are filled with mischievous intent. Before I can guess what she is up to, she pulls back with a grin and a quick jerk of her hands.
Both Sunny and I stumble a step forward and Zahra uses our momentum to touch our dicks together. It’s hard to say who looks more shocked: Sunny or me. For her part, Zahra acts gleefully oblivious and uses the evidence of our desire to rub to and fro. And fuck if the friction does not feel amazing.
Oh Venus, the little minx.
I reach to grab her hair, but Sunny is faster and tackles her to the cavern floor, her pink skin glowing faintly purple in the bright blue, bioluminescent light. He doesn’t say a word as he spreads her legs and forcefully shoves his tongue deep inside her glistening folds.
The only sounds in the cave are Zahra’s mewling gasps, Sunny’s slurps and the chafing sound of my hand working my dick fast.
“Come down here and power her up,” Sunny commands, but it sounds weak.
“What the fuck is going on?! I can barely feel our link,” I mentally shout.
Of course the fucker doesn’t answer me, but keeps eating Zahra’s decadent pussy until she is writhing in pleasure and shouting when the orgasm crashes over here. Her pants bounce off the cavern walls and echo sensually around us.
In one swift, slick move, Sunny flips Zahra until she is straddling him, pushing his cock deep inside her still quivering sex. Zahra raises up, her head tossed back, and a look of pure, blissful abandonment descends over her face. She starts undulating her body and the movement is absolute sin.
Sunny tugs her forward by the elbows, until she falls on top of his chest. With both hands, he spreads the rounded globes of her ass to expose the rosebud inside. Zahra looks back to me and flares her back side invitingly. I don’t need any more encouragement and quickly get down on my knees behind her.
I pause just at her entrance, Sunny’s thrusts causing her to bounce a bit on my dick.
“Have you done this before?” I ask her.
“No,” she moans lowly, riding Sun in ecstasy. “But I’m ready.”
“Carina, these things take time. . .” I try to explain.
“Not when you are the Goddess of Sex. For the love of pre-lubed buttholes, fuck me!”
“Did she just manifest herself a pre-lubed ass?” I ask Sunny.
He only chuckles and keeps bucking his hips. Fuck it, clearly I’m underestimating Venus. I slowly thrust into her, resting my hand on the small of her back to hold her still. Inch by arduous inch, I feed my cock into her ass until my balls are flush against it. I’m panting hard.
As if we have done this a thousand times, Sunny pulls back just as I do and we both surge forward together. And again. And again. Zahra sucks in an erratic breath and exhales a husky sob. She cups her own breasts and is pinching the nipples, twisting them every which way to ratchet up her pleasure.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants over and over.
I watch her subtle rosy glow start building in intensity. The closer she chases her peak, the brighter her light becomes. Sunny and I don’t stop until we hear her shout in ecstasy, and then we both tumble after her.
Fuck, I have never come so hard. My eyes are scrunched tightly shut in rapture. When I open them again, I’m nearly blinded by the halo of light beaming from Venus’ skin. Sunny and I have definitely done more than enough to power her up. I myself feel a revitalized spark.
But Sunny. . .
Sunny is a pale shadow of his former self, too weak to even pull out of the fortified goddess. He wears a contented smile, and his right hand is tenderly stroking her arm, which is down by his side where she has collapsed. His eyes are closed still and he seems oblivious to the world.
I reach out to him. . .
But our connection is gone.
CHAPTER 22
ZAHRA
Slowly, laboriously, I come down from my high. Right now, I have no words to describe the utter completion I feel. Scratch that. I probably will never have the words, it’s that good. Are you so jealous I just got doubly penetrated by some of the hottest guys ever and one has actual horns?
What?
You say you got fucked by a guy in a devil costume three Halloweens ago?
Oh. . . yeah. . . that totally counts. . .
In fact, I’m now kind of jealous of you.
**Whispering to other Trust Tree sisters: We definitely need to get her some help. And laid. Ok. Good talk**
Mio has moved to the side and I turn my head from Nyam’s chest to look at him. I expect to see a similar look on his face (utter completion, that is, not contemplating the craziness of Trust Tree peeps), but he seems absolutely wrecked. His face is such a twisted mess of misery that it jars me completely and chases my orgasmic bliss far, far away.
“Mio, what’s wrong?” I ask shakily.
“Sunny?” He whispers.
I realize his gaze is trained on the still man beneath me. I immediately push up. One look at the Sun god and I know something is beyond wrong. I scooch off of him, ignoring the rivets of cum running down both the front and back sides of my legs.
“Nyam?” I say in the shrill voice of someone not panicking.
I touch his ashy cheek and it feels cold and lifeless under my scorching warmth. I then notice I’m glowing with a vibrancy I had seen before. . . on Nyam.
“What happened?! What did he do?” I ask Mio.
“We gave you more power. . . He must have given you more than me. . .”
“Well, fuck that, I’m giving it right back to him!”
I restraddle myself over his body and lean down to kiss him when his thready whisper hits my ear:
“No, mon coeur, this is the only way you can save us. Please. Get the others. Tell them our plan. Mio will be with me and we will join you again on Earth. You can do this.”
I can barely hear his voice and Mio is cursing behind me.
“Zahra, listen to me. Go to the others quickly and explain the plan and the situation. We need to reunite before Lina finds Nyam like this,” Mio says in a rush.
My palms begin to sweat with the enormity of our current problem.
“How-how-how do I get to another realm?” I ask in a stutter. My teeth chatter together in fear for Nyam.
“How did you do it before?” Comes Nyam’s feeble voice.
I think back to the f
ourth realm. . . and then I really reflect. Life has been throwing so much shit at me, I still have not taken the time to properly assess and compartmentalize everything. Instead, I just have been living in the moment.
The portal had opened when I threw my peach pit over the ledge. . . a part of me already knew I was the catalyst, but now I openly acknowledge it.
I can create portals.
With fruit seeds.
Of course, I keep that to myself. I already know what the boys are going to say. I don’t need the seed of my hand (weird). . . I just need my mind. I close my eyes and let my mind drift to Caed, waiting in the sixth dimension for us. And then Kane in the seventh. And Khal in the eighth. And so forth.
I try not to focus too hard, because I know my fear for Nyam will hamper my attempts. I also know when I concentrate too much, I actually jumble it up worse. I manifest naturally when I don’t think about it. Like my powers are an automatic reflex, like breathing.
“That’s it, Zahra!” Mio crows excitedly next to me.
I blink my eyes open and see a swirling mass of black a few feet from us. I feel tears spring into my eyes. I don’t want to leave Mio. And I especially do not want to leave Nyam.
“I can’t go. I can’t leave you guys behind,” I choke out in a sob.
“You must, mon coeur,” Nyam murmurs.
“No, no, no! Banana! Banana!” I scream insanely.
I feel Mio’s arms lock around me in a bear hug.
“What did we tell you? Red is the safe word.”
Nyam’s mouth sports a small smile and I calm a little seeing this. He’s going to be alright. . . someone wouldn’t smile if they were seriously unwell, right?
RIGHT?!
“Tae ickum leevum,” Nyam mouths to me, just as Mio’s arms become bands of steel, trapping me against his chest as we move away from my sweet Sun god.
“RED!” I roar, but it’s too late.
Mio brushes a soft kiss against my cheek before tossing me unceremoniously into the black abyss of the portal I had opened.