The Afflicted Zodiac Complete Series

by M J Marstens

  “Our powers are gone,” Khal says, completely off-topic.

  “What?”

  “You asked what took me so long to figure out what you did and it’s because our powers are gone. We’re wholly human.”

  I stare at him in horror.

  “But-but-but, why?”

  Caed chuckles.

  “Remember I told you the Universe doesn’t do shit for free? There’s an exchange.”

  “Yeah, the fucking exchange was my life for yours!” I rejoin.

  “Except, you’re here,” Kane points out gently. “The Universe gave more than it took. It gave you back your parents, restored the murdered Minors, and most importantly, it gave us back you. Our godhood was the price. And we would pay it over and over again if it means having you here with us.”

  “Don’t forget our soul bonds,” Illu interjects. “Those were broken as well. We can no longer speak to one another telepathically, save Uranus and me. Being of Pisces, I’m highly psychic and our bond as twins supersedes this mental break, but it’s a damn nuisance to have to speak all the time now.”

  “No kidding. It’s what gave us our edge over the humans. And let me be the first to say that it sucks being totally and completely human. No wonder those poor bastards are such a miserable lot. It blows not getting shit done with the snap of a finger,” Mio complains.

  “I guess,” I shrug. “I’m used to being human. Oh, and I have something for you, Mr. Mercoledi.”

  “What you haves to me?” Mio asks, reverting to his broken English from a lifetime ago.

  I walk up to him and lean up for a kiss, but when he lowers his face and closes his eyes, I give him a hard shove.

  “That’s for fucking tricking me!” I yell as he stumbles back, grunting.

  He tackles me into a bear hug and holds me tightly.

  “Tell us what happened after you drained Lina’s powers and drank her essence? Vesta spoke with Chiron, who filled her in and obviously, she filled us in.”

  “Why is everyone in the loop but me?” I ask rhetorically.

  Nyam snorts, “You’ve never been in the loop.”

  He walks over to where Mio is holding me captive and places a sweet kiss against my mouth. And another. And another. I struggle against Mio so he’ll let me loose, but the bastard keeps me pinned to him.

  Finally, I quit fighting and sag into Nyam, sobbing, “I thought I’d lost you.”

  Nyam pulls me to him then, rocking me gently back and forth.

  “I thought I’d lost you all!” I wail like a child.

  When I finally quit ugly crying, I brush my hand to wipe my tears away and black mascara streaks it. I start laughing; so much for being sexy!

  “Little girl, I swear we’ll never get you. One minute you’re bawling, the next laughing. What’s so damn funny?”

  This makes me laugh even harder until I’m in stitches on the floor, by Nyam. Mio comes and sits on my other side and I’m wedged between some of the universe’s sexiest men.

  “Well?” Arawn says in his toe-curling accent.

  I tell them how much effort I put into primping myself up for them and they all give me tender looks.

  “Lahela’iki, you are always the most beautiful woman in all the worlds to us,” Kane tells me.

  “Not when she’s being a pain in the ass, though,” Uran interjects and his twin nods in agreement.

  I stick my tongue out at them.

  Illu grins wickedly, “Come here, kotyonok, I have something you can do with that tongue.”

  Hot and cold shivers race up and down my arms.

  “You can use your tongue on them while Sunny and I use our tongues on you,” Mio whispers hotly in my ear.

  Fuck me, where do I sign up?

  “Just one more question, Ms. Delsol,” Khal cuts in, ruining my fun as usual.

  “Yes, Mr. Al-Zahil?” I say snootily.

  “Can you generate a chart by hand?” he asks like a little smartass.

  “Not on your life.”

  “Hmm, that’s disappointing. Luckily, I’m not looking for that skill in this job.”

  “Oh? And what exactly are you looking for?”

  “Someone to bend over my desk.”

  CHAPTER 31

  ZAHRA

  Holy.

  Shit.

  Finally.

  A real eightsome.

  I’m giddy with excitement and nerves.

  “Ms. Delsol, please come sit on the edge of my desk, facing the doors,” Khal commands.

  I rush to do his bidding, but Kane stops me with a big hand around my waist. He easily pulls me into his lap and whispers, “What do you say?”

  “Huh?”

  He chuckles.

  “Nope, guess again. What do you say when one of us tells you to do something?”

  I crane my head to look at his face, confused, and then it hits me.

  “Yes, sir,” I say in my meekest, most subservient voice.

  My breathy acquiescence causes him to groan and I wiggle in his lap, my ass rocking suggestively at the growing evidence of his lust. He captures my lips in an intense kiss and now I squirm in need.

  “Get your ass up on the desk so someone can fuck it.”

  I swear I’m this close to coming from his words alone.

  On shaky legs, I walk to the desk and lift myself up. Caed wastes no time getting on his knees between my legs and fucking eating me out like I am brunch. His tongue does little twists and turns and I writhe against him in passion.

  Khal has my arms pinned above me and he looms over me as he stands.

  Slowly, he lets go of me to unzip his pants.

  I’m torn between grinding Caed’s face deeper between my legs or watching Khal.

  I settle for half-heartedly pulling my Wildman’s hair and licking my lips, waiting for Khal’s next move.

  Inch, by tantalizing inch, Khal releases his magnificent cock.

  I open my mouth like a baby bird and wait for my prize.

  Cheep, cheep, motherfucker, feed me.

  Khal grins like he can hear my thoughts and shoves his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth.

  I’ve never given upside-down head before, but I love it.

  Spider-man’s upside-down kiss wishes it were this hot.

  It’s hard concentrating on blowing Khal and coming all over Caed’s face.

  Thank fuck Khal stops and I can focus solely on the mouth between my legs.

  My inner thighs begin to shake, and I know I’m close.

  Almost there.

  “Uh!” I cry out in passion as I start to peak.

  And then. . .

  Caed stops.

  Fucking stops.

  I rear up on my elbows, but Kane is suddenly filling my personal space. Without any warning, he slams into my welcoming cunt and fucking goes to town. In seconds, I’m back to coming, and again, one of my men leaves me hanging.

  Kane pulls out, and I eye his angrily pulsing dick.

  Poor thing is just as pissed as I am.

  But then Nyam is there, thrusting inside of me.

  Before I can come, he steps back and Arawn fills me.

  The same cycle happens with Illu, Uran, and Mio; until everyone but Khal has fucked me.

  Then they restart.

  Caed.

  Kane.

  Nyam.

  Arawn.

  Illu.

  Uran.

  Mio.

  Over and over as Khal watches, stroking himself.

  I don’t know how much longer my vag can take this. . .

  I might have an actual mental breakdown if I don’t come.

  I’m about to go Lizzy Borden on their asses when Khal rounds the desk. Without so much as a word, he roughly flips me to my stomach, so that I’m truly bent over the desk, and then he fucks me like both our lives depend upon it.

  “Come, kaṣmīmī,” he roars, and not because he’s such a bossy motherfucker, but because I know he’s lost his control and can no longer hold
out.

  But neither can I.

  I tip over the cliff into an abyss of wantonness and fulfilment.

  I’m nowhere close to finishing when Khal pulls out and the twins take his place together.

  My pussy is still spasming from Khal’s orgasm and seems to pick right up again when Illu and Uran shove both their cocks into my stretched hole.

  “Fuck, she takes them like a champ,” Mio growls.

  It’s hard to hear him past the ringing sound in my ears.

  “Bet we can give it to her better,” Nyam challenges.

  The twins come in unison and then move out of the way as Mio and Nyam take their place. Mio twists two fingers around my clit, and I’m lost.

  “I want her ass,” Arawn says in his thick Irish accent.

  “Fine, I’ll take her front,” Caed agrees.

  He comes and sits himself on the edge of the desk and Arawn spins me to face him. Caed guides my legs around him, so that they rest on the desk behind him and then leans back, taking me with him. He does a brief repetition of jackhammer thrusts into my pussy, before I feel Arawn spread my ass cheeks wide.

  “Ummmmmmmmmm. . .” I say in apprehension.

  “Trust us, little girl. Your ass is so full of cum dripping from your pussy that it’s like we squeezed a whole bottle of KY in your ass.”

  No sexier words have ever been spoken.

  The tip of Arawn’s dick finally penetrates past my resisting asshole and he slowly fills me.

  Two cocks in my pussy is unimaginable, but a cock in my pussy and another in my ass is indescribable.

  The two men work in tandem and I fucking burn with each thrust.

  The pleasure and pain mix, until every sensation is an indecipherable blur.

  Arawn gives up the battle first and fills my ass with his hot cum. I adore the feeling and moan in ecstasy, which sets off Caed.

  Which sets off me.

  I collapse against Caed’s chest as Arawn eases out of my ass and Caed sits up. Kane comes over and without hesitation, I open my mouth and welcome his orgasm down the back of my throat. I hum happily, swallowing him, and practically pass out, sated and limp.

  The guys take turns leaning me up and I’ve never felt so loved and cared for before.

  Fuck me, where was this job all my life?!

  I grin like a loon.

  Eventually, I become coherent enough again to tell them my conversation with the Universe.

  “I’m proud of you, little girl. Not a lot of people would have been able to turn away from such power,” Caed compliments.

  The others murmur their agreement and I bask in their approval.

  We lay there in contentment for some time before I roll over and trace a finger down Khal’s face. He catches it and takes a small nip, before he places a soothing kiss over it. I take in our hedonistic heap of newly made humanity and my heart overflows with love.

  “What are you thinking?” Khal asks me.

  “Mm, I was wondering if I got the job?”

  The guys chuckle around me.

  “Yes,” Arawn’s sexy brogue answers for Khal. “Your oral skills are the best we’ve ever encountered.”

  I lean over to smack his arm.

  These men have had waaaaaaaaaaaay too many women demonstrating their oral skills in this office.

  “You can have the job if you want,” Khal says, drawing my attention. “But we have another one in mind. Full-time. Very demanding and only someone of your skill-set and expertise can fill it.”

  “And what’s that?” I ask with a slight tremble to my voice.

  “Being our goddess. The light to our dark. Our soulmate.”

  I smile at his sweet words. The Universe might have severed our soul bonds, but it can never take away our love.

  Because that’s everlasting.

  CHAPTER 32

  SATURN

  CHRISTMAS

  In all my years as a human, I’ve never participated in a Christmas celebration, even after moving to America. But Zahra’s mum insisted, and you don’t say no to a Delsol. I see from where Zahra gets her stubborn tenacity, but I can’t complain. It’s one of the things I love the most about her.

  After her hidden brilliance.

  And her mouthy personality.

  And her fabulous ass.

  I grin, taking in that ass now, bent over. She rises back up and throws another handful of ‘snow’ around her parents’ condo living room.

  “Dammit, Zahra, quit tossing that shit around my house! It’ll take your mom weeks to vacuum it all up!” her father shouts at her.

  “No, Jorge, it won’t. It will take you weeks to vacuum up,” her mother rejoins and I grin.

  Like mother, like daughter.

  Ann catches my eye and winks; I wink back. My human mother-in-law is a saint for putting up with her husband’s and daughter’s antics, but I’ve come to really care for her. And Ann treats me like a son. In fact, she treats us all like sons. Jorge and Ann Delsol are some of the most progressive humans I’ve ever met.

  It takes a lot of understanding and courage to accept that your daughter is fucking eight dicks at the same time, but accept us they did. And not just us, but Vesta and all the other Minors.

  We’re all here together, now, except for Chiron.

  I know Zahra invited him, offering him a small respite from Minnesota’s harsh winter.

  “Is Edgar coming?” I ask Ann when she comes by offering me food off a tray.

  It’s bread with garlic olive oil dip and I grin, thinking of Zahra throwing a platter full of garlic pasta at my face. I never have told her, but I hate the stuff. Garlic, that is. Probably why it’s part of the vampire lore, but I’m certainly not crippled by the nasty stuff.

  “No,” Ann leans in to whisper. “I think he’s still heart-broken, you know. . . since Zahra’s with you all. I like Edgar, he’s such a sweet, intellectual boy, but I guess I always thought Zahra would end up with someone. . . I don’t know, more outgoing, more talkative, more active, luckier overall, more disciplined, more independent with a bigger imagination, and well, just more of a sex symbol-”

  Her husband calls her attention and she doesn’t finish, but she doesn’t need to; Zahra’s mum just listed all the positive aspects of our godhood.

  Ann goes off with Jorge to do something and Zahra rushes to the Christmas tree. She bends down and I grin when I see all my brothers’ eyes stray to her ass. No one else pays her attention, though. Vesta, in Mrs. Gerty form, is caught up in a conversation with Water, whose human form is that of a nineteen-year-old guy. I can’t tell if this is Zahra’s handiwork or the Universe’s; both seem to have a very perverse sense of humor.

  But Vesta isn’t put off by Water’s humanness, and nor is he towards her.

  The other Elements are more similarly paired in age to their Minor counterparts and it warms my heart to see them together, lost in conversation, because now I don’t have to kill them for touching our goddess.

  Zahra clears her throat to get our attention.

  “I have gifts for you all!” she announces giddily, pushing small, thin boxes wrapped in brightly colored Christmas paper into our hands. “Go ahead, everyone; open them up!”

  We start ripping through the wrapping paper. Jupiter is the first to get his open, but how he did it is a miracle. I make a mental note to cut off Zahra from the scotch tape next year.

  “I know what I’m getting Venus for Christmas next year,” Merc teases.

  Fuck me.

  I’m busy trying to bust through the fourth layer of tape when Jupiter’s booming laugh distracts me. I look over and see him holding something green. Upon closer inspection, it looks like a crayon, a Crayola crayon. Jupiter must see my confused look, because he turns the crayon and I read the name- Yes, sir army green.

  Oh god, she’s named crayon colors after us.

  Merc gets his open next and we all crowd around him to read 50 shades of Mio grey. With a bellow of frustration, Mars simply rips his box in t
wo and out drops the crayon. Zahra is in stitches and Mars soon joins her. When I get his crayon, I understand why: she named it Roid rage red. Uranus gets Your Anus azure and his twin’s color is Seamen cerulean.

  Sunny finally gets his open and chuckles.

  He tosses me the crayon when I motion for it and I read Until the sun shines out our assholes yellow.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” I ask incredulously.

  “Fuck if I know. I’m sure our goddess will explain it to me later,” he replies.

  “For the love of-” is all Vesta says and thrusts the crayon into my hand.

  I pass it to Mars while laughing uproariously.

  Not-so-virgin white.

  “She’s still not over that?” Mars wonders.

  “Apparently not,” Vesta says crisply.

  She peers over to her younger consort and I try not to shudder at the age difference. That would be hypocritical considering the thousands of years age difference between Zahra and the rest of us.

  “What does yours say?” Vesta asks Water.

  “Overdue book blue,” he responds with puzzlement, looking to Zahra for an explanation.

  “Blue for water and overdue book because you have fine written all over,” she jokes flirtatiously.

  Vesta glares at her and all my brothers and I growl in unison, but Zahra just laughs merrily.

  “Because Mrs. Gerty was a librarian, sheesh you guys!” she announces.

  We all relax.

  “What’s yours?” I ask Pluto.

  “I can’t fecking open the damned thing,” he says in his thick brogue. “Why’ve you stopped opening yours?”

  I don’t say anything.

  “You’re afraid, aren’t you?” he chortles.

  “No, I’m waiting. Patience is a virtue.”

  “I don’t understand how you can sit so comfortably with that giant stick shoved up your British ass,” Zahra comments when she hears my response to Pluto’s question.

  “Same way you sit on us, lass, when we’re shoving our dicks up yours,” Pluto rejoins smoothly.

  I raise a brow, impressed with the comeback and Zahra tries to glare at him.

  “Will you please not say things like that around my parents!”

  “Your parents aren’t here,” Pluto points out.

  “Where did they go?” Zahra wonders.