A Chorus of Cats: A Reverse Harem Siren Romance (Spellsinger Book 10)

by Amy Sumida

  “Boss, they're all here; Shining One kings, the Hellhound, the gargoyle, there's even a fucking griffin.”

  “Deal with them.”

  “Sir, Shining One kings and a griffin! I thought all the Griffins were gone.”

  “You've got guns, you idiot; use them!”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Helene, we need to leave now.”

  “What about them? We could use them to our advantage.”

  A pause.

  “Get up!” Someone pulled Lucifer off me.

  Lucifer roared and shoved the other man away. He was back to me in seconds; his mouth wandering down my throat and his hands massaging my breasts through the remnants of my clothing.

  “We have a safe place for you and your lover,” the voice tried again. “Here, you'll be interrupted.”

  Neither Lucifer or I cared about a safe place. He had finally gotten my bra off and was sucking ardently on my nipple while I held his head to me in pure ecstasy. I'd never felt anything so amazing as his tongue on my skin. The shivering pleasure it sent through my body was transcendent. All I cared about was feeling more of it.

  There was some shouting and several more men entered the room. Part of me hoped they'd join us, this fire burned too hot for one man to extinguish. But they didn't. Instead, they lifted Lucifer and me together and carried us out of the room as we continued to kiss and undress each other.

  “This is fucking ridiculous,” one of the men grumbled.

  “Shut up and get them into the van!”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Cool metal slid beneath me then there was the rumbling slam of a door. More shouting and then shots rang out. Guns? Right; satyrs. Satyrs use guns. They don't have much magic to rely on so they have to resort to physical weapons. But that was just a fleeting thought, banished by Lucifer's mouth on my sex. Hot, wet tongue flicking and lapping. Soft lips moving over tender flesh. I arched up against his kiss and cried out when everything started to vibrate around me. We were moving. I didn't care. All I cared about was the man between my thighs and the pleasure he was giving me. More; I needed so much more.

  “Nice technique,” a woman noted snidely.

  A man chuckled. “I'm shocked that he's taking his time to pleasure her. A first time Bliss-user commonly goes straight to the fucking.”

  “He cares about her,” the woman sneered.

  “Evidently.”

  “Hmm, maybe we should try Bliss sometime.”

  “I don't need drugs to make you scream.”

  “No, but can you make me scream like that?”

  She was right; someone was screaming in rapture and the sound of it was breathtaking. Was that me? The voices faded and my cries gentled into moaning as Lucifer rose above me. His eyes sparkled like the night sky and his body was gloriously nude. Broad shoulders, smooth chest, stomach rippled with muscles. I couldn't move my hands over him fast enough; I wanted to touch it all. His lean thighs spread mine wider as he crawled up my body.

  “Elaria,” Lucifer whispered then kissed me. He groaned into our kiss, “I can't stop, my vicious. Please forgive me.”

  “Don't apologize,” I growled and grabbed his ass. “Just fuck me.”

  With a broken groan, Lucifer slid into me. We both cried out in pure joy, clinging to each other as we enjoyed that first plunge. Then my lover went wild. Lucifer roared as he lifted onto his hands and started a violent thrusting. So savage that I had to lift my heels to the floor and brace myself against it.

  “Finally,” a woman said. “My, my, my; I think I may have to try him myself. What a beautiful cock he has and he knows how to use it.”

  “I'm definitely fucking her. Those tits alone make my mouth water.”

  I pulled on Lucifer's ass as I lifted myself to meet the slam of his hips. The feeling of that long, thick shaft inside me was sending electrifying sensations through my entire body. I felt tingles in my nipples, shoulders, even along my scalp. I couldn't get him deep enough. I lifted my legs and pulled them back for him. Lucifer cried out in ecstasy and ground our pelvises together. The creak of metal accompanied his rapid thrusts and an engine rumbled somewhere near. The pleasure built and built and built until, finally, I shouted my release, clenching around Lucifer until he followed me into ecstasy. He roared loud enough to shake the metal walls around us as he emptied himself into me.

  We had a few brief moments to pant together, our breath mingling as our bodies tried to recover. A few seconds of sanity to stare at each other in horror. And then desire rose once more. Lucifer hardened inside me, I went wet around him, and it started all over again.

  Laughter taunted us as I rolled Lucifer onto his back and rode him as if my life depended on it.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  They moved us again. I was on top, grinding on Lucifer while we were rolled down a hallway on a gurney. Were we at a hospital? Maybe the doctors would help us; give us an antidote or something. But no, we were rolled into a cell and dumped on the cold cement floor. I didn't care; the landing barely fazed me. I went right back to riding my lover. But then someone approached us. A zipper pulled down and a cock emerged, shoved in my face.

  “Come on, bitch, suck it.” Hands went to my breasts as I started to lean toward the stranger.

  Lucifer shouted furiously and light filled the room. I blinked against it. The other man was gone in an instant. Just gone. Shouts echoed around us. Frantic footsteps. The slam of iron bars. I shrugged and went back to my urgent undulations.

  “Get back, everyone!” I knew that voice; he was... a Demos. Alexander; that was it. The next Kerata.

  “Well, I guess you won't be fucking her after all.” I knew that voice too. Helene. The traitor.

  “Let him have her,” Alexander snarled. “No woman is worth getting disintegrated over.”

  “How do we keep them under control?”

  “He may be a fucking god, but he's a slave to Bliss just like any man. We keep dosing them.”

  “How long can we keep that up? Won't it kill them if it goes on too long?”

  “We keep it up as long as we need to. If they die, they die. So what? At least they'll go out with a bang.”

  More footsteps and then we were blessedly alone. I sighed and moved Lucifer's hands to my breasts. Every touch set off another avalanche of pleasure. Now that the initial blasts of lust had been satisfied, I could luxuriate in slowly sliding over him. In the silky feel of his hard length driving into me. The delicious pinching of my nipples, the hard massage of my breasts. His hands wandered, roaming over my face. I sucked in his finger and licked it. Lucifer shoved it deeper into my mouth then pulled it out slowly and set it at the apex of my sex. I cried out as he began a rapid, rapturous rubbing.

  “Elaria, my vicious one, I've wanted this so badly.”

  “Lucifer,” I whispered, “what are we doing?”

  “We're making love at last, dearest.”

  “Oh, sweet stones.” I began to panic but then lust washed it away, and I ended up riding him faster.

  “Come here.” He clutched at my hips and pulled me up his body, dislodging himself with a sexy slide. “Straddle my face. I want to taste you again.”

  I angled myself over him, thighs against his cheeks, and Lucifer immediately opened his mouth as if to consume me. Delighted sounds vibrated over my sensitive flesh as he licked and sensually moved his lips over me. Ecstasy exploded up from my sex and across my breasts, driving my head back on a screaming moan. But Lucifer wouldn't stop, and I found myself writhing against him, riding his mouth back to another apex of pleasure. I stared down at him and stroked the sparkling hair back from his forehead. His stunning eyes were hazy and half-focused, but I could clearly see the love burning behind the lust.

  I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be doing this with this man, but I also knew that neither of us could stop. Staring down at Lucifer, I accepted what was happening. I knew that once I'd accepted it, my subconscious could stop fighting it and start focusing on a
plan to save us. But, dear Gods, the pleasure. It was so hard to get past the pleasure. It filled my mind and drove my body. I concentrated and, for a second, I felt as if I might reach Kyanite. I could just barely hear the murmur of his voice. But then Lucifer started sucking again, and I fell forward onto my hands and knees, grinding mindlessly against his mouth. Lucifer growled and lapped at my flesh until I succumbed again to the bliss.

  As I came, Lucifer slid out from beneath me and went to his knees behind me. He slid into me again, and all I could do was tremble. His hips slapped mine, his hands spreading my cheeks to stroke at that other place. And then he pulled out and gently prodded my ass with his sex. Something shimmered in my memories; a promise Lucifer had made me back when he was still the Devil and I was his prisoner. It had messed me up; that erotic vow. I wasn't able to get over it until Gage made the act sexy and enjoyable. Now, I craved it. Lucifer would keep his promise after all.

  I pushed back onto Lucifer's shaft, and we groaned together through the naughty delight. Then he was bent over me, rubbing my sex and thrusting a finger inside me as he filled my ass. All I could do was push back onto him and trust him to take us where I needed to go.

  He didn't fail me.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  I have no idea how many times we had sex. We reached the single bed at one point but only used it as a brace. Lucifer bent me over the bare mattress then draped me across it. He drove into me with my back against the wall, and I backed onto him as he leaned there. I knelt before him and then over him. It all blurred together until, finally, we only had enough energy to lay on our sides—his face buried in my sex and my mouth full of his shaft—and just lick each other.

  That's when they came back.

  They were quiet, but I heard the cell door open. If I had the strength, I would have burned them. Sanity was starting to return, and I knew I needed to get out of this prison. But then I felt the sting of a needle in my shoulder and rapture rose again. I sobbed through its return, crying as I sucked Lucifer's cock, and I felt him shudder against my sensitive flesh.

  “There's some water and bread here if you can pull yourselves away from each other,” a taunting voice said.

  “Man, it's a shame we can't fuck her,” another man remarked. “I've always wanted to fuck a spellsinger. Did you hear how she screamed? I'll bet she's using her magic to make him come harder.”

  “Yeah, and do you see how she's sucking his dick?” The first one added. “I'm jealous of that sparkly fucker.”

  “Maybe when he passes out, we can sneak in and have a go at her.”

  The men left, snickering about what parts of my body they liked best, but I was too far gone to care. I smiled against Lucifer's flesh and rolled him onto his back. That latest dose had given me a second wind. I slid over him rapidly, and Lucifer lapped more eagerly at me.

  “You have the most delicious pussy,” Lucifer murmured. “The taste of you has haunted me, my dearest.”

  “How romantic,” a woman said contemptuously. Her heels clicked across the floor like gunshots. “And how does he taste, Elaria? Is he delicious too? He looks scrumptious. You should be thanking me for giving you the chance to fuck yet another man. I'll bet you've been panting for him; dying for this very thing to happen. You're welcome.”

  I couldn't form a response to either of them. Bliss had me under its thrall again. All I could do was chase the pleasure. Ride the dragon, or the god, rather. I turned around and straddled Lucifer, anxiously shoving him inside me before I began to bounce.

  “Oh!” the woman declared.

  Her surprise was enough to startle me and draw my gaze in her direction. Alexander had come into the room in his satyr form, completely naked. He had Helene bent over, clinging to the cell bars as he spread her legs.

  “If I can't fuck her, I'll fuck you as I watch her,” Alexander declared.

  Helene's expression went furious, her stare narrowed at me. I suppose no woman likes being told that she's just a stand-in for another. Alexander started slamming into Helene wildly, driving her face against the bars. Then he pulled out, and her eyes widened as slipped into her again. She yipped and tensed, hands clutching the iron tight enough to make her knuckles go white.

  “Try to relax,” Alexander said smugly. “It will only be more painful if you tighten.”

  “I never agreed to anal,” Helene growled over her shoulder.

  “After watching the Spellsinger take it up the ass, I thought you might enjoy it,” Alexander said to Helene as he smiled at me over her shoulder. “That's right, Elaria, there's a camera in this room; we've been watching you. Seeing you fuck is prime entertainment. Why don't you make me very happy and slide that god cock in your ass again? Let me see your little hole stretch and your mouth hang open as if you wished another cock were there to fill it. It's been all I could think about.”

  “Fuck you, Alex!” Helene tried to pull away, but he held her pressed against the bars.

  “What do you care if I want to fuck her?” he growled. “This isn't love, sweetheart. Now, stop whining and tell me how much you enjoy my dick in your ass. Beg for more like she does. I thought Nymphs crave all kinds of sex?”

  Lucifer's eyes shifted to the right, a moment of sanity hitting him. He narrowed his stare on the couple and the sparkling striations in his irises flashed. I wanted to say something to encourage him, but all I could do was slam my body onto his and hope he that was stronger than me. Come on, Lucifer, you still have your god magic; burn away the drug and save us.

  As if he could hear me, Lucifer's stare swung to me. His hands lifted to my face, and I turned my lips into his palm to kiss him tenderly. Encouragingly. It was the best I could manage, but it worked. Lucifer's jaw hardened, and the hand I had kissed swung out to the side, light flaring from it. I tracked the movement and watched terror fill Helene and Alexander Demos, their expressions turning horrified a second before they were consumed by Lucifer's magic.

  I let out a relieved sigh and fell forward onto Lucifer's chest, still undulating onto him as I clutched at his shoulders. His arms went around me and his cheek nuzzled mine. Neither of us could manage speech—Bliss gets stronger before it winds down—but I knew the drug would begin to wear off in a few hours and, hopefully, no one would notice that Alexander and Helene were missing. Or maybe they would and then they'd be too focused on finding their boss to remember to dose us again. Either way, we had a chance.

  I smoothed the sweat-dampened hair away from Lucifer's face and kissed him gratefully.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Lucifer and I couldn't even pause to gulp down some water or let our exhausted bodies have a moment's rest. Bliss drove us mercilessly. I lost track of my orgasms and his. I lost track of how long it had been since Lucifer had killed Alexander and Helene. I lost everything to the lust, even who I was and who he was. I knew him only as my lover, the man bringing me pleasure. I could barely concentrate on his face, only pieces of him. The curve of a bicep. The sparkling strands of his hair. Soft lips parted on a moan. Slick cock thrusting into me. Stars inside his eyes and in the wings spread above me.

  The bed was stained with cum and sweat. My hair hung in wild tangles around me and my skin glistened. My sex and ass and mouth throbbed with both pain and pleasure, and my lover's shaft was an angry red but still, we kept moving. Kept writhing into new positions and slamming against each other desperately.

  I was straddling my lover's lap, my legs wrapped around his waist as we embraced and moved languidly together, when I heard the music. I closed my eyes to enjoy it. Such a beautiful song. It filled the room. And that voice. I loved that voice; deep and rich and full of power. It made me shiver and clench around my lover.

  The unseen man sang about me, about how well he knew me; every lock of hair and every piece of lace I wore. He sang about the light taking us, how we were a part of each other no matter what happened. Strange words but they made perfect sense to me. The cosmos unfolded in my mind as he sang on about how he wo
uld chase me anywhere, and he'd find me. He'd be the shadows that followed me everywhere; the dark that didn't exist without my light. And he'd give me pleasure that no one else could. My King of Shadow.

  I heard shouting too—roaring—but the song was invading me and blocking it out. It seeped through my body to consume the drug that lurked within my veins. I gasped as it invaded every cell, sanity fighting for dominance over lust.

  “Holy fucking Hades,” a deep voice growled. “I can't watch this. And you two; turn the fuck around and lift your jaws! Don't you look at her!”

  “I'm not looking; I'm leaving! I need to find Helene,” someone else said in a strangled voice.