by Jay, Setta
After a moment, Gregoire’s chest stopped heaving, the male reached into his pants to produce a bandana. He wiped up the come he spent all over Pixie’s tits, and tucked the cloth, along with the condom, into his pocket to take with him and dispose of later. Gregoire winked at her before heading towards the exit.
Uri hadn’t finished with the sated female. She lay exposed, her chest rising and falling as she watched him, lust still gleaming in her dark eyes. Glancing to the small group surrounding them, he motioned for another female to come out of the crowd, a small blonde. The tall blonde male behind her nodded his assent at Uri’s cocked brow. The new female was dressed in a chain link that hid very little and she walked forward with her Dom’s hand at her back.
“Bend over and eat her pussy. Make sure she’s nice and slick for me and if you do well making her come your Dom will reward you with his cock.” The Dom nodded and the blonde eagerly moved to her task, spreading the dark haired female wide so that she was able to lick and suck the female to orgasm. Pixie’s breath caught, but she didn’t object to having the small blonde between her thighs lapping at her bare pussy.
Her body lost some of the tension that had briefly tightened her muscles before the blonde began. Soon, she was moaning low as her pussy was consumed with abandon. Their audience grew as Pixie’s cries and moans floating in the air. When the dark haired female started arching her back, Uri nodded to more audience members, random people began touching her breasts with hands and mouths. He commanded another female audience member to hold the dark haired females hands over her head. Being restrained caused her to buck and writhe into those questing fingers and lips. They were plumping and sucking at her tight nipples. Whimpers filled the air as Pixie was overwhelmed by sensation, driving her pussy higher into the blonde’s mouth, her release finally echoing to the rafters.
Uri looked to see his little goddess. Her vibrant sapphire eyes were dilated. Good. He saw even from that distance that her checks were flushed and maybe even the swells of those amazing full tits. He stroked his cock, watching her reaction. Did she fidget some? His gaze shot to her legs, long for her height, she was more slender than Pixie Cut, her waist tiny, with tits almost as large. Perfect. He detected a hint of tanned flesh peaking from the top of the low black pants. That bit of skin had him salivating, it begged for his tongue.
His attention was diverted when the blonde was ripped from dark haired female’s pussy and bent over the top of the chaise by her Dom. The male proceeded to fuck the little submissive from behind as her breathy cries filled the area. The air thickened with the smell of sex. He heard the smacking of wet flesh, as the Dom took the blonde with deliberate, hard thrusts making her come on a loud scream. The Dom pushed tight against the blonde ass, fist in her hair holding her head back as he found his own release.
Uri suited up and was buried in the wet, swollen pussy of the dark haired female as the audience continued touching and tasting her fleshy tits. She breathed deep while taking Uri’s massive dick inside her slick, swollen entrance. She had accommodated two overly large males within minutes of each other and was obviously feeling the stretch and burn of it. He held her legs wide. She moved to meet his thrusts with eagerness even after the repeated orgasms. A male audience member was kissing her and plucking at a tight nipple while a female sucked her other swollen breast. Her arms were held high above her head as hands roved her flushed skin.
Uri took her harder, deeper. Thrusting, pushing further toward release as the female’s inner muscles rippled around him, and she cried out. He pushed her legs up higher and went as deep as he was able, feeling his balls tighten up as hot spurts of release shot into the latex. He looked to the shadows.
She was gone.
Disappointment hit hard and he sent a sharp look to the crowd. Roving hands and bodies vacated the area in a rush. He helped the dark haired female cover herself, tied off and put away the condom. His muscles tightened as he fought the urge to track his goddess. Knew it would only lead to disaster. Yet he craved her. Was already hard again, wanting her, not some nameless human. He needed to get his shit together.
Fuck, what if he went searching for her and found out where she went just once?
Chapter 2
Alex’s body was strung tight. Hours spent in her cavern “working on her shielding”, or so she’d told her brothers, did freaking nothing to alleviate the tension in her unfulfilled body. Even the wind blowing on her private balcony did little to cool her heated skin as she thought on the failure that left her in that frustrating predicament.
It had been centuries since the “incident”, as she liked to refer to it. A time that had forced her to create her stupid poorly thought out personal shield. The one that her brothers, with the help of their father, set a link to, so that they would know the moment her shield came up. She blew out a breath. She knew they felt just as helpless with what had happened to her. They’d needed some way to feel in control just as much as she had. Her way of gaining control had been the shield. Theirs, the link.
Her power of being taken into another’s body was an oddity. It was something that not even any of the full Gods possessed. Her mother, Athena, guarded against anyone finding out. Sure that Alex’s abilities would lead to something more… They hadn’t. Centuries later she was still no more in control of them than she had been when the Gods roamed Earth.
At the time of the “incident” another freak power was forming. One she was unaware of. It was later defined as a “knowing.” She knew she needed to leave her mother’s palace, and if she had heeded that new intuitiveness she would have saved herself, and her family a lot of pain… but she hadn’t. She thought back to when it all went wrong.
Alex started coming back into her body. Her stomach heaved and she shook from the return to herself. She smelled the stench of blood, but it seemed far away. She was stuck replaying what had happened while she was in another’s mind. She hated head hopping, as she called it, when she was forced into another person’s body.
The thoughts and sights she’d seen had nauseated her. She had been in a female’s mind, she knew that, but the pain and vacancy of essence in the victim had been unsettling.
Flashes kept coming.
Alex’s own uncle, Apollo, was torturing the victim with his power over the body. He used his abilities to squeeze the female’s organs. Alex felt the pain while inhabiting her host’s body, felt the inability to take a breath, suffocating… along with the victim, whose body she shared.
“How did you create the spell?” He demanded.
When her host didn’t answer, didn’t even forge a thought… “Maybe your death will break it, hmm?” He manipulated the female’s heart, speeding it until it felt it would pop out of her chest or blessedly sink her into unconsciousness. Apollo leaned over her, rage showing in his godly eyes as they flashed bright violet. His black hair was pulled back into a que that kept his face front and center as he bit out more orders to tell him what she’d done.
Hermes replied, “Her mind is gone. Tempting as it is to end the female’s life, I’m hesitant.” Hermes was equally formidable in size and stature, muscles bulged, his long pale hair framed a face that was all sharp lines like his brother, Apollo, but Hermes had odd golden eyes. Both were over seven foot tall as most of the Gods were and looked at Alex’s host with hatred.
Hermes went on, “What if she was smart enough to place traps within the spell? Much as I agree that ending her would be gratifying, should the spell cement more fully with her death, it could be a problematic.”
Apollo bit back, “We need more soldiers. If she cut off our breeding ability for good, death will not come for her. I will make her suffer for all eternity.” In his rage, he used his power once again to accelerate her heart rate. It was agonizing, then he cut off the assault, and the lack was almost more painful once the female’s heart started to pace itself again.
“I need to get back to the labs and find a way to reverse the spell. If no Immortal can breed un
less with their true mate like she said…” Apollo’s words cut off as a sharp pain sliced through the memories.
Back to herself, Alex’s own body bowed in agony. Her breath caught as she looked down and realized the gown she’d been wearing was ripped to shreds around her. And her bared body lay in a pool of her own blood. Her lower half was blessedly numb, and she saw that her legs were spread at awkward angles. Her breath caught, blood flowed from between her thighs, and deep cuts on her exposed breasts fed the growing sea of red.
Her ears buzzed, it couldn’t be… She looked around. She saw the hall where her body had fallen while her essence went to Apollo’s victim. She was in her mother’s palace, the walls had deep gouges and she heard a battle raging somewhere in the halls. The noise was muffled by the buzzing in her ears. Her stomach pitched again but nothing came up. Her face, she felt, was also damaged. It hurt just to gag, as her mind refused to comprehend that she’d been raped, abused while her consciousness was away. She was both thankful and horrified that she hadn’t been inside herself. She had been pure, sheltered, yet now… Who had done it? She had to move. Had to find out… Had to protect herself if they were near… The attempt at moving her head was futile. It was taking all of her depleted energies just to repair internal damage done to her organs, almost all of which felt near failure.
Tears ran down her face as she desperately tried to move her unresponsive limbs. She lay broken and exposed on the floor in a hallway… What was happening? Gods, please let her heal enough to move. After many panicked minutes, hearing what she feared was the sound of her brothers pained lion roars, she finally tilted her head enough that she wished she hadn’t.
What she saw had her screaming in anguished rage. Her brothers, twins barely into adulthood, were beaten and bloody, both in lion form, with blood covering their fur as they fought against the Tria. The demented demon spawn of Ares and Artemis’s incestuous coupling… All three were feared for their power and sadistic natures, that which they were unleashing with a sick playfulness against her brothers. Alex rallied her broken body, hoping to do anything to help, her powers wouldn’t respond. She was forced to look on in horror, fearing her brothers would die. That was when her mother, father, and their warriors came from all directions… thankfully taking up the fight… her sight dimmed as the numbness faded and pain hit with a force that sent her into blessed darkness.
Odd that, centuries later, those memories still had the power to make her sick to her stomach. Creating her shield, once her body had recovered, was her way of ensuring that her family would never suffer again for her weakness. Never would she be made a victim again. The thought of the damage her brothers suffered for her, hurt. They’d been nearly as broken as she by the experience. More disturbing was the fact that when she had time to think on it, she ended up thankful the Tria were sick bastards that preferred to play with their prey. If not, they would have easily taken her young brothers heads in that fight…. Ugh, she wouldn’t go there.
Alex headed into her private bathroom inside her section of the penthouse floors she shared with her brothers in the Upper East Side of New York.
She shook her head. She wished she had thought through her shield before putting it into place. It had been fearful times and linking the shield to unconsciousness seemed a good plan. Not so much. Now, anytime she lost consciousness, for say, sleep, she had to let her brothers know. And she couldn’t seem to fix it. It was cemented inside of her.
It was many years later that she realized that her shield also associated orgasms with unconsciousness. She let her head drop to her chest. There was absolutely nothing more awkward than your brothers popping in all berserker, only to find you naked... Her face flamed at the memory. She had barely been able to look them in the eyes for a good decade after that. Not that her brothers fared much better, they were just as uncomfortable with the whole thing. The only good news was that she made the discovery after the Immortal/God Exile so her mother and father were sent to sleep, in a location only the Guardians knew, totally unaware or it might have been a kind of humiliating freaking family reunion. She was sure that if her whole family had shown up she would have died, or retired to the center of the Earth for eternity. Ok, she refused to dwell on things that were out of her control.
Shaking away ugly memories, she thought of Uri and that female in the club, like so many she’d seen him with. Her stomach ached. She envied that human, moaning and taking that large warrior into her body. Crying out her climax to the ceiling… Alex imagined it being her cries if she ever took Uri as a lover. She was sure he would welcome her body, but in the next breath he’d be forced to exile her from Earth, and she felt she was needed here too much. She knew better than to go against a knowing again, ever.
Alex moved through the motions of washing in the cavernous stone shower. Her breasts were engorged and tight. She never seemed to get the relief she needed by herself, and finding a lover was out of the question. She’d surely break one. She sighed. She was doomed to be the lonely, loser daughter to the Wise Warrior Goddess Athena. Hah, wasn’t that a joke. More accurate would have been Bitchy Warrior Goddess. Nope, Alex, the Demi-Goddess, who should have had such potential with her incredible blood lines, had absolutely zero control of the majority of her amazing powers. Including the shielding said loser set up centuries ago. Her shield would no doubt slam anyone she took to her bed into a wall, over a ledge, or something equally ugly, the minute she climaxed. She did make the thing powerful. She had to give herself credit for that. It violently repelled anything that touched it as it covered her body in its protection.
She didn’t have it in her to put a mortal in danger solely to experience the pleasure of another’s hands and mouth on her skin. She would be so nervous at the thought of hurting them, that she was sure the entire thing would end up a bitter disappointment anyway. She blew out a frustrated breath. She hadn’t even tried to get close to a male in centuries. Yet, she craved contact. She had her brothers and loved them but, to just be close to another being in a non-familial way would be pure heaven. To feel flesh that wasn’t her own… A strong body pumping into hers, bringing her to a real climax, one that would finally sate her. No, it just wasn’t worth it.
Crap, no more wallowing.
She got out of the shower and wrapped her hair in one towel and her body in another. She padded into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. The soft pale bedding sank around her as she stared up at the ceiling of the beautiful suite. They’d had that space since the building was built, customized to their specific needs. Her side of the top floor hosted pale walls and windows, all facing a spacious, private balcony that looked out to tree lined streets and an exceptional skyline. She was just strung tight and felt crabby.
With a dramatic groan she hauled herself up and traipsed her agitated butt back onto the cool marble floors of her bathroom and proceeded to dry her hair. Forcing herself to focus on simple mundane tasks would hopefully get her through the almost painful arousal.
Alex would then go to her office in the center of the suite. She needed to check on the wire transfer from their last rescue mission. The one they’d just come from in Russia. The job that, once complete, had her bee-lining to see Uri… Being mercenaries kept her and her brothers from boredom, and gave her shoe money. They were wealthy in all their identities. But, shoe styles changed every season. As she’d explained to her brothers, over and over, nice shoes required investment accounts, getting the same blank stares each time she went over it. It wasn’t possible to have too many strappy sandals. She didn’t care if she was compensating for her lack of sexual satisfaction. She had a bad feeling shopping wouldn’t solve her current frustration. She had almost gone to Uri. Had teleported out of the club before seeing his hard, sexy face as he climaxed. Her desire to touch him and so much more had her too close to the edge.
She’d been obsessed for too long. She loved looking at him, watching him… He was tall, probably an inch taller than her brother’s six foot seven
inches. His shoulders were wide and strong, with muscles she had not truly seen in decades. Things for Gregoire and Uri had changed. They had used to undress and take their time. They only stayed for a short time, and rarely disrobed anymore. She missed seeing every naked inch of Uri’s muscled body. She groaned. She envied those human females any amount of time the two, mostly Uri, gave them. His dark, almost black, hair was slightly long, and those mesmerizing, silver eyes drew her just as much as it did the mortals. She wanted to lick his hard sexy jaw and firm lips. The only time he’d tried to come to her, she’d just barely gained her senses in time to teleport away. She knew he wanted her.
She’d followed him for centuries, taking stalking to a whole new, pathetic level. She had tried, on many occasions, to stop and keep her distance. All she ended up doing was flooding their multiple homes with shoes. Then, filling her private cave, where she went to refuel her energies, with erotic toys she had to keep hidden in case her brothers ever came over.
If Erik or Vane knew what she did on her off time, they’d be having kittens right now.
Thankfully, focusing on their mercenary jobs helped work through some of the tedium associated with such a long life span, and allowed her to kick some ass. She mostly concentrated on their options for the next kidnap and recovery gig out of the several requests that came to her desk. She always chose their jobs, having been relegated to office manager, which came with overprotective brothers. And since she loved them, she indulged their protective needs, some of the time.
She had to remind herself, over and over, that they loved her and had been through hell with her centuries ago, but it was just that… centuries ago. And she was not a failure now. Protecting herself was not an issue. Her fighting skills were honed. She trained regularly, working her body and all of her powers. Though, with her special powers and her shielding it was always like hitting a stone wall… with her head… then maybe poking her eyes out with something really hot and pointy. The only results were her getting a little more frustrated.