by Ophelia Bell
“You offer so much more than you realize, Numa. That you can capture the heart of a creature as capricious as the West Wind, earn the loyalty of a goddess as set in her ways as Gaia, and still have the Mother Dragon’s undying love for a favored child—a firstborn daughter—proves your worth. We are all invested in the outcome of this war. I just chose to participate on a more personal level because you, little one, are far too enticing to stay away from, and the number of mates you will command in this ritual is only evidence of that.”
“But you would share me with them, even though I know you have the power to keep me for yourself.”
“I don’t have the power alone to satisfy your deepest needs. That portal…” He tilted his head to look above them at the half-made design flickering against the barrier. “That is your deepest need. Protecting those you love. If all I wanted was your body, I could take it and you would have no choice. You would love it, certainly. Being my lover has few downsides. But I don’t just want you to come undone with pleasure by my hand. I want your love, true and pure, and that can only happen if I let you come to it honestly.” He gave her a smirk. “And if that means you riding my cock like a wild nymph in rut, that is just a bonus.”
The cock in question kicked against his belly between them. Numa dropped her gaze to the glorious pillar between his thighs. Her aching core heated afresh with the desire to be stretched to its limit by that immense appendage, and before she knew what she was doing, she’d manifested her wings and launched herself a few feet in the air, pushing into his arms with a single beat against the currents of light summer breezes constantly flowing around them today.
He caught her with a hearty laugh and was still grinning as he helped her achieve her desired goal. Within moments, his cock was seated fully inside her again, and her eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.
“You mean like this?” she asked, smiling up at him as she used his shoulders for leverage and beat her wings to help her slide up and down his length.
Dion let out a satisfied growl. “My cock is yours, little one, as is my heart, if you promise to use them both well.”
She grinned at him. “I am a dragon, after all. You will not regret the sacrifice.”
He widened his stance and wrapped his arms around her, letting her set the pace as she fucked him. After several deliciously pleasurable strokes, he groaned and dipped his head to her breasts, darting out his tongue to taste each nipple. She raised her hands to his horns, curious about their nature. They were similar to dragon horns in shape, but more like the horns of the satyrs she’d known.
“Do these give you pleasure?” she asked, stroking her hands up both as his cock stroked deep into her tight channel.
“No, little one. They are merely there for you to hold onto while I fuck you. And yours?” He lifted a hand, still easily holding her to him with his other arm, and grazed his fingertips along the coiled length of one of her horns. Pleasure even sharper than the sensation of his cock inside her shot down her spine, and she closed her eyes with a desperate moan.
Dion chuckled. “I see. This is fascinating. Had I known, I would have asked to see your beautiful horns when I began my test.”
He stroked them each in turn, the sensation akin to him sucking on her nipples, only multiplied by a factor of ten. Her core flooded with fresh, slick heat that eased the way for him to sink even deeper until she was sure his cock had found her very soul.
The world tilted. Numa’s eyes flew open in surprise, but Dion had only lowered them both back down to the silken blankets, settling her on top of him and lying back. He finally ceased the distracting, though pleasurable, teasing of her horns to grip her hips and urge her to ride him harder.
“Can you take care of all of us? Dion asked. “That would be the true test of your worthiness, don’t you think?
“Are my marks on your backs not sufficient?” she asked through panting breaths, bracing her hands on his chest to give herself leverage to slide up and down his tremendous shaft.
“Worthy enough to secure our love, but to bind us all to you in perfect synchronicity, I think we need to share you fully.”
The calculating look in his eyes made her pause. “You’ve considered this in depth, haven’t you?”
“What kind of god of the rut would I be if I didn’t imagine all the debauched things my co-mates and I could do to you? Tell me you don’t love that about me.”
The tight, involuntary spasm of her core gave him her answer. “You know me so well,” she whispered when she regained enough reason to speak amid the push of his cock.
With the barest nod from Dion, she was surrounded, the other four men’s skin glistening and the scents of their arousal as potent as the glowing clouds of their auras. The four shimmering cocoons of power that surrounded them seemed to merge into one, mixing with Dion’s more potent and ever-growing aura that increased its power with every stroke inside her.
Numa’s skin prickled with the power of all that pent-up magic. There was so much unreleased energy, she could taste it. It began to rotate as the men moved, seeking out the place where they would fit and seeming to await her command for where to go.
“They are waiting for you, little one. You are the hub. We are but the spokes.”
Cade knelt down by her side, resting a hand on her thigh and stroking up through the sticky evidence of all their love in sharing her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her cheek, then her lips, each time teasing his fingers closer to her apex until he’d found her clit and gently flicked it. “Where do you want me, sweet pea?”
“Oh …” Numa let out a soft sigh as he bent to take her nipple in his mouth and suck. She reached for his erection and began to stroke. “I want you right there.”
To Zephyrus, she tilted her head to beckon him closer. “Let me taste you, unadulterated by ursa power this time.”
Zephyurus’ stormy eyes darkened and he licked his lips, moving to straddle Dion’s waist with his long, curved cock in his hand.
“What of us?” Bekim asked.
“One of you can take my ass, and the other …” She blinked, struggling to maintain her sanity despite the surging swell of their power encompassing her in a delicious bubble. Then a thought occurred to her as she spied Dion’s avid attention on the proceedings. “Theron can have my ass. Bekim … Dion will service you.”
Dion’s eyes widened. She held his gaze with one brow arched, challenging him to object. Then he let out a bellow of a laugh that rippled through his entire body and made his cock surge inside her enough that she gasped.
“Yes, I should have imagined after all the tortures you seem to want to put me through that you would need my help to satisfy all your adoring lovers too.”
“It’s only fair when I have to tolerate an ego as enormous as yours,” she retorted, deliberately tightening her vaginal muscles around his cock and delighted when he hissed and clenched his eyes shut.
Her lovers all followed her directions, and she braced herself for Theron’s deft penetration of her already well-serviced ass. He slipped in easily, the thickness of his cock still no match for the glorious stretch of Dion’s inside her pussy.
As she grabbed Zephyrus’ hips and opened her mouth to take him, he stopped her and bent down. “Remember to feel the wind, my love. I am here to stoke your flame. Let me do my duty to you as well as you do yours to me.”
Finally, he cupped her by the chin and pressed a long, slow kiss to her lips before straightening up again. The two cocks that impaled her began moving in earnest, and she was forced to hold onto Zephyrus lest she lose her balance entirely. When she wrapped her lips around his cock, he held her shoulders to steady her, eventually taking a small step back to allow her to lean farther forward to accommodate Theron’s push deeper into her tight backside.
Numa was eventually steady enough to drop her hand again and blindly hunt for Cade’s smooth,
hard cock. After groping for a few seconds, he wrapped his big hand around her wrist and guided her to the erection she sought.
“Looking for this, sweet pea? Fuck, your pretty mouth looks like heaven wrapped around him. Mind if we trade places when you finish him off?’
She was too determined to taste the West Wind’s crumbling will to answer, but he answered for her. “If she hasn’t finished you yet when my seed slides down her throat, I will make sure her mouth finds your cock next.”
Numa nearly forgot her purpose, so caught up she was in the pleasure of being surrounded and filled by all her lovers. They remained keen on her needs, however, letting her push them past their limits before giving in and releasing their power to her. First Theron cried out, spilling his Nirvana into her as his semen flooded into her ass. He eased out of her, then with a splash, returned to the lake to clean up once again.
Bekim took advantage of his lover’s absence, leaving Dion’s teasing mouth to plunge into her opening. He began fucking with slow strokes that matched Dion’s almost lazy tempo, a rhythm designed to drive her mad.
They were true to their word where torturing her was concerned. Cade continued to tongue and suck on her nipples while he teased her clit. Zephyrus clutched the back of her head and let out a long groan, followed by his hot spend hitting the back of her throat. His power had barely sunk into her when Cade took the West Wind’s place. Before she had a chance to swallow everything Zephyrus had given her, Cade cupped her chin and bent to kiss her, hungrily plunging his tongue into her mouth and tasting the flood of the other man’s semen that still lingered.
“How are you doing, sweet pea?” he asked, pulling back and gazing into her eyes. Numa could only pant and whimper from Dion and Bekim’s steady penetration, fast enough to push her pleasure ever higher, but still slow and deliberate enough to keep her at the very razor’s edge.
Cade chuckled and caressed her cheek, the potent musk of his cock filling her senses and making her mouth water. Hungry for another taste of this beautiful ursa who had been such a gift, she stretched her long tongue out and coiled it around his cock, pulling him to her lips. Cade let out a low growl and gripped the back of her head, the hard flesh of him pulsing with a heavy, rhythmic throb as she began to slide her tongue up and down his length.
She dipped her head lower, grazing wet lips across the tender skin of his balls. Cade graciously held his cock up and tilted his hips forward to allow her easier access to take each orb into her mouth and suck. She savored the tangy flavor of her essence mixed with the others that lingered on his skin. There was essence of Dion clinging to him too, making her wonder what the god had done with her three ursa while she was otherwise occupied with Zephyrus. The taste of the god’s powerful ambrosia sent a jolt of ecstasy through her and her core clenched tight around his huge cock. Behind Cade, Dion uttered a rough curse and a groan as he shoved deep and so hard she had to grab at Cade’s hips to maintain her balance.
Behind her, Bekim groaned, and a second later, both cocks inside her surged and pulsed, shooting their climax deep. The flood of power from both their orgasms made her skin feel like it was on fire, and her core was so engorged with the need to orgasm she couldn’t help but beg.
They’d fed her even more power than she could have imagined she could hold, but still she knew it wouldn’t quite be enough to complete the portal’s glyphs.
“More,” she moaned just before descending on Cade’s cock with abandon. He groaned as he rested his hands on the back of her head, guiding her while she swept her lips along the length of his cock. She coiled her tongue around his massive girth, teasing and sucking at his tip with each pass.
“I’ve got more for you, baby, especially if you keep that up,” he said.
The big trunk of a cock between her thighs slipped out, and she was dimly aware of Dion shifting positions. Bekim also disappeared, leaving her empty and the evidence of their orgasms coursing down her thighs.
Dion sat up, his arms sliding around Cade’s hips and cupping the other man’s balls as Numa sucked on his cock. She leaned back, continuing to stroke Cade’s cock with both hands. Behind the big ursa, Dion shot her a wicked smile.
“Shall we see how much he has to offer you when my tongue is in his ass?” he asked.
Her desire peaked with the wild flare of Cade’s aura. He gazed down at her in adoration, cupping her head with both hands as she continued to stroke him, then took his cockhead between her lips once more. She kept her eyes upraised, watching him, enjoying the clear signs of his ecstasy as she sucked and stroked. When his head flew back and a rough growl erupted from his chest, she dropped her gaze to Dion’s big horns twisting back and forth as the god buried his tongue into Cade’s ass and worked him into a frenzy.
Cade’s aura crackled with vibrant green power, the energy tickling Numa’s skin as it merged with hers. A warm body slipped in behind her, cupping her breasts and teasing her already hard and aching nipples. The coarse brush of a beard rubbed at her shoulder, the scent of sage and verbena flooding her senses as Zephyrus murmured encouragement in her ear.
Numa closed her eyes, all the better to enjoy the wash of sensations surrounding her, encompassing her. Within that pocket of awareness, she sensed Bekim and Theron as plainly as if her eyes were open. They knelt on either side of her, lips brushing shoulders and their fingers delving between her thighs. One of them plunged his fingers deep into her sodden core while the other teased her clit. He drove her to the brink, stopping when she was at the very edge.
“It’s like I can feel you about to break,” Bekim said with wonder. “How can you hold back?”
She was in no position to answer, and at that moment, Cade’s fingers tightened on her head, his fists wrapping around her horns as he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth and a bellowing roar echoed above them. His semen burst onto her tongue, sliding down her throat and filling her mouth. His power flooded into her, adding to the abundant well of energy she sought to accumulate for the final push to finish the ritual.
It was time.
Cade stumbled to the side and dropped to his knees, leaning in past Theron to give her a lingering, grateful kiss.
Dion reclined against the pillows with a self-satisfied smile. He lifted a hand and crooked his finger. “Come to me, little one. I’d like to taste you when you give all that built-up magic to the cause. Let my tongue be the thing that unleashes it.”
Her body buzzing with the immense power they’d already fed her, Numa dropped her hands to his belly and proceeded to crawl up the god’s big torso. His gaze grew hungry the closer she got, until he impatiently grabbed her by the hips and lifted her bodily, placing her squarely across his chin. He covered her pussy with his mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside her and eliciting a surprised gasp at the sudden assault on her sensitive flesh.
The pleasure was so great, she couldn’t help but writhe and moan. She leaned back, propping one hand against his chest to hold herself up while she bucked her hips into his mouth. The others were never far. Though she was too lost to pleasure by then to fully track their movements, she was acutely aware of the fact that they were always touching her. Mouths were at both her breasts, hands squeezing and pinching and teasing all over her body, fingers buried into her backside, and eventually someone’s cock slipped between her lips again and she hungrily began to suck, only dimly conscious of the familiar flavor of Zephyrus on her tongue when he came.
“Let go, love. It’s time,” he said.
All it took was the command, and finally, a kiss. When the West Wind plunged his tongue into her mouth with a demanding thrust, Numa’s entire body spasmed and pleasure shot through from her core all the way to the top of her head. Zephyrus broke the kiss just in time for her sonorous cry and the flood of green smoke that billowed forth from her lungs.
Her orgasm persisted, thanks to Dion’s diligent licks. He held tight to her hips, refus
ing to release her and somehow understanding that she needed his help to draw this out for as long as possible. But her lungs could only hold so much air. When the current of magic smoke dwindled, Zephyrus bent again, taking her mouth, only this time he exhaled, swiftly filling her lungs with more even more magic.
Again she exhaled with a cry to the heavens, her body little more than resonating energy as Dion continued tormenting her to draw out the climax. Zephyrus came to her aid once more, granting her the air she needed in the form of his own breath, and allowing her one final push to complete the circle of glyphs that glowed high in the sky above her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
White-hot pain bloomed inside Meri’s mind for what seemed an eternity, so sharp she knew nothing else. She’d been so close to destroying the temporal bubble and finally reaching her vessel. When the agony subsided enough for her to regain her bearings, everything had changed.
The battle still raged in full force in the Haven, her mercenaries edging ever closer to the Source, pushing the ursa and nymphs back with blood-soaked brutality. But when she sent her spirit back to the Sanctuary, she found no bubble to drain, and worse than that, her vessel was gone.
This could not be. She reached out farther, extending the range of her awareness to its very limits, searching the entire world and all the higher realms she had access to for a sign that the baby, the child-creature she’d created, was within reach.
With each mile, her rage burned hotter. How dare they take her child? Her vessel, her surest chance at immortality, was gone!
She blasted back into the minds of her army, fueling their battle frenzy to a fresh peak with her own unadulterated fury. If she could not have the child, she would have the Source. Once secured, and with the Haven under her control, perhaps she could find a way to release her soul from her broken vessel, even if she had to send one of her own soldiers to do the deed.