by Ophelia Bell
Even as the two men slipped out of her, the divine power left behind boiled her blood and brightened her vision. Living fire danced over her skin and the sensation lit up her senses, making her crave even more than they had offered already.
“More!” she yelled. “I need more!”
She stood and turned, her feet on either side of Cade’s hips, his stiff cock wet against his belly below her. Before her, Dionysus fell to his knees and tilted his head back with a glorious laugh. “You are as magnificent as I hoped,” he said. “See what my essence does to you, little one? You are no less resplendent than Gaia herself.”
“Are you ready to go again? Because I am,” she said.
“I believe you have some unfinished business before we proceed,” Dionysus said, tilting his chin behind her. She turned her head, and the horned shadow cast against the white pillows beneath her betrayed the fact that she’d let her true form out just a bit in her ecstasy. Bekim and Theron had come out of the water at some point during the proceedings, and now they knelt at Cade’s head, their gazes fixed on her in utter awe.
When she met their eyes, their gazes turned hungry, and Theron pulled in a deep breath.
She crouched down and sat astride Cade’s hips once more, his thick cock a hard, delicious pressure between her spread folds. She would have him again, but right now, she had a task to complete.
Three tasks, in fact.
“Turn,” she said to both Bekim and Theron. The pair of ursa she adored obeyed instantly, baring their backs to her on either side.
She made quick work of their marks, engraving the same design into their backs as she had in Cade’s and Dion’s. They turned to face her again and she slid backward to rest her backside on Cade’s thighs, beckoning for him to sit up. He rose, storms clouding his normally clear blue irises, and she knew Zephyrus was in there, anticipating the next step with as much eagerness as the others.
Even though this stage wasn’t necessary to prove they belonged to her, as ursa males, it would signal to any curious female that they were taken.
Numa extended her talons and gently grazed the index claw from each hand along Bekim’s and Theron’s handsome jaws. She leaned in and kissed them in turn. “I need your essence mixed with his before I finish. Can you give me that?”
Bekim’s eyes fluttered closed and he gave her a silent nod. Theron said, “My pleasure,” and with an eager smile, slipped in behind her again.
“How ’bout you take them both?” Cade said, scooting to the side and waving for Bekim to take his place.
Theron wrapped his sturdy, strong arms around her, pulling her backward. She went, allowing him to cradle her against his chest. When they were prone together, she shifted her hips to take his cock and he pumped up into her with slow strokes, pausing when Bekim hovered over her and hooked her knees over both his arms.
“I don’t think there’s anything better than this,” Bekim said, gazing down into her face as he pressed his cock alongside Theron’s.
The pair began to fuck her with every ounce of their being, their auras even more potently filled with power than they’d been before they took a dip, but she knew they were nowhere at their limit.
Numa lost herself to Bekim’s adoring gaze and Theron’s harsh whispers of love. Their power built swiftly, but they reached their limit long before she reached her own and were nowhere close to where they needed to be for the ritual.
“Still need more,” she said.
Bekim groaned and shook, his stamina wavering. “Gaia, help us!” he called, a desperate plea aimed at the sky.
Once again, Dionysus stood over her union with them, his cock held in hand. “Gaia sent a messenger to help, and I will lend my aid too.” He made a strange gesture and a whirlwind kicked up, pushing the dark veil that gave them privacy aside and flashing a prism of rainbows across their pillow-strewn bed.
To one side, Cade knelt and clutched his head, shaking it vigorously.
“It is time,” a familiar female voice said. “Zephyrus has done his penance by my children. He shall have a body of his own.”
The two ursa cocks buried deep inside her ceased moving as Theron and Bekim turned to stare at the other ursa. Cade’s head flew back, his spine arching as his hair caught in a wild wind that seemed to affect only him. For a split second, he opened his eyes and stared at Numa, an elated smile on his handsome face. Then the air beside him shimmered and another male shape began to coalesce, formed out of light at first, but then the very ground beneath his feet surged and formed flesh from his legs all the way up to his head.
Numa blinked up at the familiar figure she’d seen on only a handful of occasions, but had loved on sight from the first moment. He was just as she remembered, with long, muscular legs, a strong chest, and wide shoulders. He appeared older now, silver strands salted through his dark hair and trim goatee.
“Zephyrus, is it truly you?” she asked.
He dropped to his knees beside her and clutched her head in one hand. “Yes, my love. Gaia has blessed me today, and at the most opportune moment, I see.” His lips spread into a slow smile as he looked between her and the pair of men who were presently hilted inside her core. Then he kissed her with a long, slow, sensual pull of lips and push of tongue. Numa exhaled into his mouth and clung to his chest, moaning as Bekim and Theron began to move once more.
A bigger hand than Zephyrus’ cupped her cheek and urged her to break the kiss. Through a haze of pleasure, she blinked and turned to see Dion gazing down at her with primal hunger.
“Time for you to taste me, little one. Time for all of you to taste me, if we are to fulfill your promise.” He held his enormous shaft in one fist and was slowly stroking it. Without further prompting, Numa leaned close and wrapped her lips around his cockhead and sucked, coiling her long tongue around the length to taste more of him.
His flavor was tangier than she remembered, a pleasant combination of her own essence mixed with his and Cade’s, and a small measure of the West Wind as well. She sucked him slowly, savoring the delicious, smooth heat of him and the beginnings of the ambrosia that leaked from his tip. Under her sensitive tongue, his shaft pulsed and surged. He tangled his fingers into her hair, pulling her head tighter against him and forcing her to take more of his immense girth. Numa opened wider, allowing his tip deeper into her mouth, though he could only go so far before she was choking.
A sudden flood of sweet flavor filled her mouth. Dion groaned at the same time and pulled back. He kept stroking himself as she swallowed the first taste, and ribbons of thick, shimmering white fluid coated her neck and breasts and belly. Before Dion’s orgasm waned, three mouths descended on her breasts, lapping up the god’s gift eagerly.
“I need a taste,” Theron said into her ear. He bracketed his fingers along her jaw, and Numa twisted enough to accept his kiss. He groaned into her mouth as the remnants of Dion’s essence hit his tongue.
All their auras suddenly burned infinitely brighter. Bekim and Theron both speared her with renewed abandon, their orgasms overtaking them swiftly. Bekim released her nipple and groaned into her shoulder as his cock pulsed inside her. Someone’s deft fingers slipped between her thighs and teased her clit, pushing her into another orgasm almost instantly, thanks to the fresh influx of power from Dion’s essence.
She came hard, her cries accompanied by another lungful of power-infused green smoke that she pushed high into the sky to join the last cloud. The second glyph of six appeared high above them, shimmering with the power they’d provided.
Bekim exhaled shakily and pulled out of her, sinking back on his haunches. His cock still stood proud and erect and glistening with the mixture of essences that filled her now. She eased off Theron’s cock and stood, looking around at the five men who were all now dragon-marked.
“Come here,” she said, beckoning to the three ursa. They obediently crawled to kneel at her fe
et, with Cade in the center and Bekim and Theron on either side. Numa manifested her talons, and with three swift swipes, sliced perfect criss-crossed patterns into each man’s left pectoral. They hissed and cursed, but remained still and poised, waiting for the next step that would complete the traditional ursa marking by a mate.
Before she could complete the final step, Zephyrus pressed his warm body against her back and whispered in her ear, “Allow me.”
Numa’s breath escaped her as a fresh surge of need flooded her body. He slipped his hand down her torso and dipped his fingers between her thighs, deliberately teasing her as he soaked his digits with the mixture of fluids he found there. She leaned back against him, pushing her hips up into his touch, and had almost lost herself to the pleasure when he stopped.
The three ursa looked up at her, grinning in amusement at how well the West Wind had undone her.
“Should have let him out more often today, huh, sweet pea?” Cade said.
Zephyrus chuckled. “You were right before. We owe her some torture, and this is simply me taking what’s owed. You first.” He held out his hand, fingers and palm glistening.
Cade stood and leaned in for Zephyrus to spread the mixture of essences that would seal his mark and brand him Numa’s for the rest of his life. With a swipe of his hand, Zephyrus had covered the collection of cuts, which almost immediately sealed in a slightly upraised scar.
Cade lingered for a moment longer, his blue eyes brimming with love and adoration for Numa, and, as she realized when he shot a similar gaze behind her, for Zephyrus as well.
Then he leaned in and kissed them each, first Zephyrus, who leaned past Numa’s shoulder to meet the big Windchaser’s lips with his, then Numa herself. She sighed into Cade’s mouth, reveling in the conviction that this was right. She would never have been so sure about her choice had she chosen only one of the three options she had been given.
Bekim and Theron each took their turns, this time helping Zephyrus tease her a bit longer before he sealed their marks. The final mating of the ursa concluded with Zephyrus pulling Numa back down into his arms, his cock spearing her from behind as the three ursa took turns lapping the remaining essence from her soaked pussy.
They paused when she was on the verge of another orgasm and moved aside, though she wasn’t sure what had given them the cue. She found herself rolled onto her back amidst the pillows with Zephyrus hovering over her, wild storms churning in his gaze.
“I would like you all to myself for one round. Can you give me that?”
“What about them?” she asked.
Dion chuckled from a pile of cushions where he’d reclined after offering his dose of ambrosia to them all. “I will make sure they are well entertained, little one. Then the four of us will join you.”
Numa’s heartbeat fluttered when she smiled up at Zephyrus. “I am yours, then. But I need to make sure we have enough power between us for another phase.”
“Worry not, my love,” he said with a sly grin. “Just close your eyes and let me take care of everything.”
She did as he asked, though she would have much rather kept staring at him, enthralled by his very existence. When he grazed his lips down her torso and settled himself between her thighs, she cracked one eyelid to peek. Bright green light flared from the mark on his back and she bit her lip, remembering that he would have absorbed it while still inside Cade. He was every bit as much hers as the others were.
“Eyes closed,” he admonished once more, peering up at her from between her thighs.
Once she did, the music began, first the subtlest rhythm of the breeze teasing at the leaves on the Silas tree in the center of the lake, then the lapping ripples of the water as the wind surged in rhythmic gusts across the surface. The music lulled her just as Zephyrus began to slowly lap at her sodden folds, sliding between with the most agonizingly pleasurable licks.
Then the breeze kicked up, toying with her hair and tickling over her breasts and belly. He kept it up for several minutes, tormenting her with the lightest touch of his fingers along her inner thighs, then beneath her ass and between her cheeks. But while his touch was not overtly geared toward particular pleasure, the teasing gusts made her skin burn hotter with each pass like a breath of wind might cause a flame to flare brightly. The more he teased with barely there caresses, his warm wind, and low song, the more her need grew.
It seemed as though he’d hardly done a thing when Numa’s yearning became so potent it seemed to sear her body from within.
“Sweet Mother, please!” she begged, writhing beneath his touch and gripping at his head with both hands.
Zephyrus only laughed softly against her parted folds, the vibration of his amusement sending a fresh surge of heat through her body. He grabbed her wrists and rose up, pushing her arms above her head.
As he moved, his stiff, solid length brushed along her core, and Numa moaned. She opened her eyes, only to discover they were full of tears … of joy, of need, of whatever overwhelming emotion had pushed her to the brink, she wasn’t sure.
His brow twitched and a worried frown appeared. “You don’t fear me, do you, Numa?”
She inhaled slowly and shook her head. “How can I? I love you. I have always loved you. Make love to me now, Zephyrus.”
His eyelids fell closed and he dipped his head to kiss her. At the same time, he shifted his hips, drawing his length back along her sensitized flesh.
Numa’s body ached with the heat that had risen, filling her aura with more magic, this time a different quality than the magic that had flooded her with the others, but no less potent. When his tip pressed at her entrance, she wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting to pull him deep, but knowing she would do better letting him set the pace. His skillful teasing already spoke of a talent for driving her to the edge with little effort, and as much as she would have loved to let go, she wanted to see how much farther he would take her.
He plunged into her with one long, swift stroke and began to fuck her in earnest, maintaining a slow but steady pace as he gazed down into her eyes. He kept her hands pinned above her head for a moment longer, then released her and shifted up, fucking her from a new angle. He grabbed her ankles this time and pulled them to his front, resting them on his shoulders. The change built fresh friction in her core, radiating outward until her own aura became as unmistakable as a wildfire cresting a mountain.
With his thumb pressed tight against her clit, Zephyrus proceeded to bring her to the very edge before pausing and slowing, letting the surge of ecstasy subside only slightly before driving her to the brink once more.
When Numa was sure she could bear no more, he surprised her by scooping her up and flipping them both. She slammed down on his cock, inadvertently sending a nearly mind-blowing surge of pleasure through her body.
“Not yet, my love,” he rumbled into her ear. “Save it a moment longer.” Then over her shoulder, he called, “Now!”
With one arm, he held her torso tight against his own, and with the other hand he gripped her ass, spreading her open. She knew Cade by his scent of earth and cedar and warm woodsmoke, and knew the pleasure he was about to give when his hard cock brushed along the cleft of her ass, just a tease before the truth hit and he pushed the tip of his thumb past her tight rear opening.
“You’re good and ready for me now, aren’t you, sweet pea?” he murmured in her ear, the soft fur on his chest tickling her back as he bent over her.
She was beyond the point of arguing, especially because she wanted nothing more than for this pair to use her any way they chose. When Cade’s thick cock pushed past her tight barrier, she rejoiced.
“Sweet Mother, yes!” she cried, reaching behind to clutch at his head. He growled into her shoulder as he slowly pushed deeper, stretching her once again as exquisitely as he had earlier that day.
Numa lost herself between them, filled so completely t
hat she had no choice but to give into their will. On Zephyrus’s command, she let the pleasure overtake her, her orgasm joining theirs with yet another unbelievably potent surge of power. The pleasure was almost too great for her to focus, but she managed to push the lungful of smoke out once again, directing the third glyph up to the heavens to join the other two.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Halfway there, little one,” Dion said. “I am impressed.”
He gazed up at her from where he reclined against the pillows. Numa tilted her head, amused by the pure adoration he showed that she was sure hadn’t been there before. He was more than impressed, and perhaps even a little in awe of her.
“I want to do the final three in one shot,” she said. “Do you think you’re up to it, big boy?”
“Just me?” he asked, worried crinkles forming between his brows.
“Once the others are ready, all of you,” she said. She glanced toward the lake where Cade and Zephyrus had joined Bekim and Theron in the water to bathe and cool off.
Dionysus stood, his immense size towering over her and making the very mountaintop and lake seem small by comparison. He closed the distance between them and tipped her chin up with a finger. There was no mistaking the worship in his aura as he gazed down at her, his thumb brushing along her lower lip.
“I would give you all I have to offer to help win this war, and even more to win your heart, little one. I sense you are still resistant to the last, however.”
She swallowed, struggling to maintain her firm composure. The truth was that she was every bit as undone by his attention as she was by Zephyrus’. The three ursa were somehow less surprising. She had known of Bekim and Theron’s feelings for some time, and Cade was easy to love from the start.
“It isn’t that I’m resistant,” she said, then paused and took a breath. “I just find it difficult to believe that I am the one you want. You have had so many powerful lovers—lovers more beautiful than me.”