by M J Marstens
“What happens when you lose control, dick head?”
“I won’t let that happen,” I swear fervently.
“Say that when I’m riding you backwards, cowgirl style, sucking off Khal.”
I shove off the wolf pack that had swarmed me and lithely roll to my feet, stalking towards the pink Goddess of Sex.
“Don’t start anything you aren’t prepared to finish,” I warn out loud.
“Enough,” Saturn commands, like the dictatorial bastard he is. “How the hell are the two of you here? What’s going on?”
I mentally convey everything that has happened while still prowling towards the delectable woman in front of me. Saturn’s sadness pulls me from my sexual haze. I walk over to him and rest a supportive hand on his shoulder while he processes the passing of our brothers.
Zahra reaches out for him too, but is still looking around.
“Want me to tell you what everything is?” I ask her.
“No.”
“Oh, I thought you might be interested in. . . my creations.”
I try not to sound. . . miffed. . . that my handiwork has not piqued her. Zahra’s face looks almost. . . disappointed. I reach out to her mentally, wondering if something else is wrong. I root around in her thoughts and try not to feel insulted.
Damn woman is wondering if this is all there is.
I made fucking elephants and giraffes and other unspeakable animals, and she is not impressed?!
“I guess I thought there would be more, is all,” she comments.
“Well, there is,” I defend. “I have animals here like you have never imagined.”
“Like what?” Saturn chimes in like a dick.
“Yeah, like what?” Zahra seconds.
I glare at the red fucker messing with my mojo.
A stupid thing for him to do, considering we are in my realm. . . .
“I mean. . . do you have anything like. . . WHOA!?” Zahra asks, throwing her arms out in front of her for emphasis.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I ask no one in particular, namely because Saturn wouldn’t answer and Zahra probably has no clue what she’s talking about. . . as usual.
“Excuse me?!” She shrieks.
Of course, of all the thoughts running through my head, she latches onto that one.
“I know exactly what I’m talking about. You got yourself a nutypus? Hmmm? Or a Cuntosaurus Rex? What about an unidick? Huh?! Well, do ya?”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A NUTYPUS?!” I shout, finally losing my shit at her ridiculous antics.
“It’s a. . . kind of a. . . you know. . . like a platypus, but. . . I’m having a hard time envisioning it.”
She closes her eyes and scrunches up her nose, like she’s in deep concentration.
While she is otherwise engaged, I resume glaring at the dickhole God of Control.
But the jackass isn’t paying me any attention. He’s looking at something over my shoulder and his features are painted in disbelieving horror. I whirl around, expecting Lina. . .
Instead, I find a duck-billed platypus. . . with a fucking set of balls on the end of its bill.
Saturn and I both groan. Zahra’s eyes pop open and follow our gaze and then light up.
“A nutypus is like that!” She yells excitedly, pointing at the absurd creature.
Saturn is silently dying of laughter.
“I’m this close to laying you out,” I warn him mentally.
“The fucking thing is tea bagging itself!” He hoots in my head, losing his shit.
“So you do have one!” Zahra accuses me, taking my rage from Saturn to her.
I give her a baleful look, loaded with venom.
I feel her reach out for our mental connection and cringe when she realizes she created the infernal creature.
“Oh. . . oops,” she declares in that nonchalant way.
Just then Saturn starts cracking up even worse and Zahra cringes even harder.
I’m afraid to turn around, honestly, but I have brass balls and suck it up. I made a fucking sperm whale, what could be cruder than that?
Goddammit. . .
She made a unicorn with a dick for a horn.
A fucking unidick.
What was that last thing she mentioned?
Oh yeah- a Cuntosaurus Rex.
A monstrous roar to our left is the only signal we get before a T-rex sized vagina, with a tail, spindly little arms with claws, and a landing strip where a head should be, comes stomping into view.
“Quick! It’s a carnivore, throw it some meat,” Zahra chortles, like a twenty-foot tyrannical pussy is something to giggle about.
Fucking Saturn is bent over, he’s laughing so hard.
I walk crossly over to the. . . Cuntosaurus Rex. . . intent upon dissolving the silly thing, when the unidick comes prancing up and shoves his horn inside the whateverthefuckitis’ gaping, wet folds. In and out, he. . . I’m assuming it’s a he. . . fucks the dino-vag into submission, until it lets out a gush of. . . oh god, it’s a squirter. . . and then the thing finally lays down.
Unidick takes a nap with it, apparently equally exhausted from its adventures.
“Do you think they can make babies?” Zahra whispers in mock horror.
“Let’s go; meeting time,” I order, marching away from this defiling scene.
Zahra might not have to worry about Lina. . .
I might choke her first.
CHAPTER 5
SATURN
I try to compose myself because I can tell how truly irritated Mars is. I mean, the man takes his creations very seriously. They’re his job and his life. He loves these furry, scaly, feathered, whatever-they-are things.
And Zahra basically pissed on them.
But seeing a prehistoric vagina getting railed by a mythical penis. . . well, I can truly say I have seen it all now. Sunny and Merc are never going to be-
I pause, recalling. . .
Mars had mentioned that Merc was with Sun at the time. Hopefully, he contained his essence to be rebuilt. If not, it will be a bitch to search all of the fifth realm for it. . . but all of us will happily sacrifice the time to put Sunny back together.
Neither of us mention this to Zahra.
Even though it’s good news. . . sort of. . . she already has enough on her plate.
Especially after watching Jupiter die.
And they call me headstrong and stubborn. . . but I think the Expansion God won that round.
I feel a genuine ache inside, knowing that he is truly lost to us.
But I agree wholeheartedly with Mars: Zahra must never know her life could be given in exchange for Jupiter’s.
Mars directs us a small distance away to a little alcove for some privacy.
To rant.
Before he can even gear up, I cut in and ask Zahra, “Mars filled me in. . . about Jupiter and Sun. . . but only briefly mentioned your encounter with Lina. What happened?”
“You mean the time when I accidentally on purpose fisted her ass, or when she sent Fuck-O, the herpes clown, after she soul-bonded with me?”
Everything inside my mind blanks.
What the hell do I even say to that?
Next to me, Mars is sniggering smugly.
“Paybacks, bitch,” he gloats mentally.
The fucker has me there.
I brush my long, black hair off my face and glare up at the sky, trying to assemble my thoughts. Finally, I settle on the most important one:
“How the fuck did you soul-bond with Lina?”
I’m genuinely baffled as to how this happened. . . I mean, I’m equally confused at how Zahra accidentally on purpose anally fisted Lina. . . but baby steps.
“I didn’t soul-bond with that pussyfalafel! The ass-salad jumped in on Caed’s and my bond!”
I sigh deeply before asking, “What are a pussyfalafel and an ass-salad?”
I cut her off before she can answer, though.
“Never mind. Forget I asked. How about we just stick
with traditional curse words?”
Zahra gasps dramatically, like I have wounded her mortally.
“I’ll have you know that one of the last things Nyam said to me was to never curb my creative swearing tendencies!”
“No he didn’t,” Mars scoffs.
Zahra sticks her tongue out at him, “You weren’t there. You wouldn’t know. And I am not going to spit on his memory by not fully expressing myself as he wished!”
I scrub my hands up and down my face.
What’s that ridiculous earth saying. . . I can’t even. . .
“You two soul-bonded?” I ask Mars out-loud.
He nods his head in affirmation and I take a second to really process this information. Like the others, Mars was irrevocably damaged by Lina’s mishandlings. Out of us all, I never would have thought he would form a soul-bond with any other being. Or that Zahra already felt connected enough to form one. . .
A part of me rejoices for Mars. Of the eight of us, he has suffered the most, and I am glad he has found love again. But the other part of me is a jealous bastard that can’t stand he has gained her love, her heart, and her soul.
“You asked,” Mars remarks on our mental link, feeling my envy. “Just be glad you didn’t start with the part about Zahra fisting Lina in the ass.”
I had actually forgotten that little bit.
“I’m truly afraid to ask. . . but why was your fist in Lina’s-”
“Smashed spider?” Zahra supplies helpfully.
“Excuse me?”
“You know, Lina’s smashed spider. Her vaginanus. Her Bieber Bidet.”
Mars makes a choking sob-slash-laughing sound.
“Sorry. . . are those synonyms not good enough? Would you prefer her Hershey highway or Yoda’s forehead?” Zahra continues.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mars hisses between gasps of hilarity mixed with despair.
“Stop asking me that! It’s offensive! And F.Y.I., there are waaaaaaaaay more messed up people in the universe than me. . . like the girl in my high school who made up those synonyms for the word ‘butthole’. And there was this other girl who called herself ‘The Murder Queen’. . . who knows what the fuck she did. Oh, oh- and her best friend kept little, squishy penises in her locker!”
I can feel Mars’ mind blank in astonishment, as does mine.
Zahra must accurately interpret our looks, because she hastily clarifies, “Not real penises.”
“And these women were your friends?” I ask.
“What?! No! Of course not,” she attests. “I mean, maybe. . . sort of . . . Yeah, we’ve kept in touch. . .” Zahra looks everywhere but at us when she confesses, “We might actually meet every Tuesday in summer to discuss more synonyms.”
“Quit asking her what’s wrong with her, Mars,” I command to my brother.
“Thank you, Khal,” Zahra huffs snootily.
“Don’t ask her any questions at all,” I amend.
Mars snickers, “She just called you a dick in her head.”
Zahra rushes the seven-foot muscled god. . . and bounces right off his chest, but she executes an impressive leg sweep on the way down that belies her lack of coordination. . . and down goes Mars.
Instantly, Zahra is straddling his lap, yelling threats, “Don’t tell him what I’m thinking! If I wanted him to know, I would have said it out loud. What? No! I’m not afraid of him. . . much. You know what, you can just forget about me riding you Reverse Cowgirl and mouth fucking Khal.”
I reach around the ranting goddess to cup her breasts, “What was that about fucking me with your mouth?”
She practically melts into my touch and purrs, “I was thinking of riding Caed while you watched. . . with your cock down my throat.” She arches her head back and sends me a wickedly seductive look, “But not now. Because you are a dick.”
This last part she delivers with an evil grin.
“I think it’s time we taught our wayward Goddess of Love a lesson,” I mentally channel to Mars.
His smile puts Zahra’s naughty one to shame.
“Agreed.”
CHAPTER 6
ZAHRA
I’m so very undecided. . . feeling Khal’s hands on my breasts. . . my body wants to play, but my mind says to hold strong. Don’t give in to these two domineering men. . . and hot damn, do they look fierce right now. I can tell they are mentally talking and I try to listen in. . . but I can’t pick up their radio frequency.
Damn.
Whatever they decided does not bode well for me. . .
Or maybe it does. . .
You would be disturbed to know how badly I want to be punished right now.
Anyone else singing ‘S & M’ by Rihanna in their head?
Or did you just skip ahead to thinking about Caed punishing my pussy while Khal disciplines my mouth?
‘Chains and whips excite me’ might be on repeat in my head while thinking about them punishing me with their cocks.
It’s got a good beat to fuck to. . .
All of the sudden, birds take to the air in alarm and land animals run off, startled by the loud booming of a voice warbling, “Sex in the air and I love the smell of it. . .”
Both men pause in their advance towards me, listening to the real-life concert of Rihanna I inadvertently have made.
So much for hiding my emotions. . .
Caed chuckles, “You can’t hide anything from me, little girl. Or Saturn.”
Khal and I are soul-bonded?!
When had that happened?
“We’re not,” Khal comments. “I can merely read your expressions. Your face tells all. Oh, and we can smell you.”
What the fuck does that mean?
“Your arousal. . . it’s a unique scent. We’ve always been able to smell it on you,” Caed remarks.
Always, I wonder to myself.
“Always,” Caed affirms mentally.
“Even in human form,” Khal clarifies before I can ask. . . damn man can read me like a book.
And smell me like one, too. . . if books had noses, that is. . .
Wait- shit, did that mean. . .
“Oh god, that first day. . . for my interview. . . you guys could all. . .”
“Smell your fucking dripping cunt and the orgasm you just had? Yeah.”
Caed says this with such a darkly, sensuous voice it’s hard to be embarrassed. . . because I’m too turned on.
Because they’re turned on remembering.
The reds of their skins, so different in pigmentation- one rusty, the other more maroon, seem to deepen with their lust. . . as do their gazes.
I feel like any second we are going to combust and go up in flames. . .
“Quick!” I scream. “STOP!”
Both Khal and Caed freeze as I sprint towards them. In a rush, I tackle them both to the ground. . . which is seriously impressive given their height and muscles. . .
“Zahra, what-” Khal tries, but I cut him off.
“DROP! Now roll, dammit, ROLL!”
The three of us are on the ground, rolling around like logs, bumping into one another, before Caed finally asks, “Why the fuck are we rolling around?”
“We’re on fire!” I declare, resuming rolling.
I refuse to burn to a crisp.
“No, we’re not,” Khal says, next to Caed, completely covered in dirt, leaves, and other ground debris.
We’re not, I wonder.
“Nope,” Caed affirms. “But you did remove our clothes.”
“Oh. . . well, I was thinking about how sexy you guys are. . . how we are together. . . and our bodies going up in flames, and I thought I caused it to happen,” I explain in rush, blushing over our nudity.
Khal tips his head in thought, “Your powers have increased. . . exponentially. You will have to be careful about what you think about.”
“Better yet, don’t think at all,” Caed says.
Both Khal and I give him incredulous looks. Caed laughs.
“Amendm
ent, I want you to only think about not coming.”
“Why the hell would I not want-” I start, but Caed slaps a hand over my mouth.
“Just do as you’re told,” Khal says with an amused smirk, watching Caed silence me.
I narrow my eyes at them. . . but on the inside. . . on the inside, I’m all liquid heat and throbbing need. I would never admit it, but I love when they boss me around. . .
“We know,” Caed whispers in my head. “We know everything, little girl. Or should I say ‘dirty girl’?”
The smug bastard doesn’t give me any time to form a rebuttal, but spins me so I am pinned to his chest, while Khal leisurely takes my front. Caed pulls my long, pale hair, exposing the pink expanse of my neck and I see Khal’s teeth elongate.
Ohmygod, he really is a vampire!
“Aren’t you supposed to be focusing on not coming?” Khal scolds, his hot breath washing over me and causing my skin to pimple up in anticipation.
“I really don’t need to think too hard on it because you’re not doing any-”
My sarcastic retort is cut short when the not-vampire leans in and sinks his razor-sharp teeth into my freaking jugular. I wince, expecting inordinate pain. . . but instead, my body is flooded with ecstasy and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to come. I arch myself further into Khal’s body and moan, my head tossing back against Caed’s shoulder. One of Caed’s hands anchors my left hip to his and the other hand pulls my hair to the right so Khal has an unfettered view of my neck.
Which he is ravaging.
CHAPTER 7
MARS
My body floods with Venus’ passion and all the blood flows straight to my dick, which was already hard and ready.
“Don’t come, little girl,” I taunt in her head, but it’s quickly becoming my mental mantra. Seeing and feeling Zahra’s ecstasy is almost my undoing.
Saturn is using his incisors to bring the Goddess of Sex to her knees and by her keening moans, I’d say he’s damn close. Yet, there’s no being in the universe more stubborn than Zahra.
“We’re fucked,” Saturn mentally channels to me. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold. Her blood is more potent than my bite.”
“Hold on; switch with me,” I command him and I’m surprised when the bossy fucker does as I say.