Chaos Born: A Sci-Fi Menage Romance (Warriors of the Seven Stars Book 2)

by Kallista Dane

  “You…you know each other?”

  Drayke crossed the room, climbed the steps to the dais, and clapped Magnus on the shoulder.

  “Know each other? That hardly describes our relationship. We’ve been living as brothers here in the fortress for years, ever since the Oracle ensnared us with her damned Prophecy. Except when Magnus got sent to some hellish realm to train. Which he did quite often.” He looked the warrior up and down. “You put on some muscle during that last stint, didn’t you?”

  Magnus grinned and pumped up and down the shaft of his cock. “Oh yes. All right here, brother.”

  He gave me a wicked smile. “Now that your Dragon Lord is here, you can make good on your wager.” His tone changed. Took on a stern note that sent a delicious shiver pouring through me. “Get on your knees.”

  I have to please them in every way they want tonight – or they’ll punish me. My pussy clenched as I dropped to my knees.

  Drayke moved so they were standing before me side by side. His manhood jutted out. Magnus buried his fist in my braid and guided my lips to Drayke’s cock. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across the tip of it. He closed his eyes and rocked his hips toward me, pressing his erection against my lips.

  “No need to be so delicate with her,” Magnus growled. “She needs to be dominated.”

  He pulled my head away, pushed it down until I was crouching before them, my forehead nearly touching the stone floor. “Stick your ass up.”

  “Oh Goddess, no!”

  He gave my bottom a hard whack. I let out a shocked cry.

  “You do not say ‘no’ to your master. Now, shove that ass into the air.”

  Trembling, I did as he ordered. Magnus delivered four more stern swats, rapid-fire. I gasped at the searing burn then squealed when his fingers delved between my thighs, rubbing my dripping pussy lips.

  He took his hand away, sniffed it, and held it in front of Drayke’s nose.

  “You see? That’s what arouses her. Doesn’t it, my lady?”

  He wound my braid around his palm and forced my head up to face him. I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger at that moment – my anger or my shame. I glared at him defiantly. He delivered another hard smack, watching my eyes the whole time.

  I couldn’t get away and Goddess help me, I didn’t want to. But I refused to admit it. Instead I closed my eyes so he wouldn’t see the dark hunger stirring inside me.

  “Answer me.” He whacked me again, and my eyes flew open.

  “Yes, damn you.

  He whacked my bottom again, and another wave of stinging heat poured over me. I tried to muffle a cry. The damned warrior was so huge his hand covered both cheeks of my bottom at once.

  “You will address me as ‘my lord.’ Now, are you ready to open your mouth and suck Drayke’s cock? Or do you need to be taken over my lap again for another spanking?”

  I’d never been so torn. Stubborn pride warred with savage hunger. My arrogant warrior was right. I did love his domination.

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Yes, what?”

  The bastard. He was determined to make me grovel. “Yes, my lord. I will suck his cock.”

  “Show me. And you’d better do a good job.”

  A wicked thrill shot through me at the unspoken threat of more punishment. Magnus pulled me to an upright position by my hair and moved my head once again to Drayke’s cock. My Dragon Lord had his hand around the shaft. He’d been pumping up and down as he watched, and it was pulsing with need.

  I opened my mouth and took him in. Running my tongue around the head, sucking gently. Magnus let go of my braid, and Drayke grabbed the back of my head so I couldn’t back away. I struggled as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth with his cock.

  He stopped, pulled out, and positioned my lips in front of Magnus.

  I’d thought Drayke’s manhood was large but taking Magnus’s thick shaft in my mouth stretched it wide. I did my best, sucking on the head, running my tongue down the shaft. He groaned, and the sound thrilled me. They were my masters tonight, but I had the power to drive them wild.

  Seamlessly, they built a rhythm, shifting me from one to the other. I wrapped my hands around both their shafts, taking one throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking and licking, while stroking up and down the length of the other.

  Magnus stopped me before either of them came.

  “You’re being a good little wench. But now I want to see you get nasty for us.”

  Before I could respond, he bent down, scooped me up, and threw me over his shoulder, ass up. “Come on, Drayke. Let’s take her to bed.”

  Drayke led the way. Magnus strode through the temple and into the fortress behind the secret door, peppering my bottom with swats the whole time. I squealed and kicked at the hot sting on my already burning cheeks, but that only made him chuckle and smack me harder.

  “We need to keep you in the right frame of mind,” he declared.

  They took me to the sleeping quarters Drayke and I had shared. Magnus plunked me face up on the huge bed.

  “You belong to us tonight,” he said. “We know what you want – and more important, what you need. We’re going to take turns licking your pussy. Once you’re panting and moaning, we’ll do whatever we want. With you. To you. I may make you get on your hands and knees and suck my cock while Drayke is behind you sliding his finger deep inside your ass.”

  I shuddered at his masterful tone, and my pussy clenched.

  “Slide your ass down to the edge of the bed,” he went on. “Right now. Raise both legs in the air. Hook your arms around your knees and hold them wide apart. And don’t you dare move unless we tell you to.”

  Shaking, I scooted down the bed and raised my legs. The position they demanded was so embarrassing I had to force myself to comply. I’d never felt so vulnerable, with every inch of my most private parts on display. But doing it set a wicked shiver rocketing through my core.

  “Yes. That’s the way we want you. With that sweet pussy and your tight little ass open to us.” Drayke sat down beside me on the edge of the bed.

  Magnus never spoke. He simply knelt on the floor between my legs and bent his head to run his lips along the inside of one thigh. Kissing, licking, nipping me with his teeth. The heat of his tongue melded with the fire on my bottom from his stern spanking. I bit back a cry, struggling to stay in place without moving.

  When Drayke reached down to stroke my clit, I couldn’t hold back a moan. The moan became a wild cry when he parted the lips of my pussy and Magnus’s tongue slid between his fingers. I could feel them both at once – Drayke’s hand holding me apart, while Magnus explored me with his tongue. Dipping it into my slit, then flicking it back and forth across my clit. I wanted to grab his head with both hands, force his mouth over the throbbing bud and make him suck it. The knowledge that I was forbidden to move ramped my desperate need higher.

  As though he could read my thoughts, he fastened his lips around the swollen nub and drew it into his mouth.

  “Yes! Oh sweet Goddess, yesyesyes.”

  The crack of Drayke’s palm on my bottom came as a shock. I hadn’t realized this position made my rear cheeks vulnerable as well. “You’re not allowed to come. Not unless we command it.”

  The harsh swat coupled with his stern tone sent my fever spiking. Asserting their mastery, Magnus ran his tongue lower, fucking my dripping pussy with it while Drayke took over the assault on my swollen clitoris. Stroking it, pinching it lightly between two fingers then stroking again.

  A savage fire raged through me. Forbidden to move, all I could do was whip my head from side to side, whimpering. When Drayke began probing my tight rear entrance with one finger, I cried out and clamped my thighs around Magnus’s broad shoulders.

  “Oh, no.” He wrapped his palms around my legs, drew back, and flipped me onto my stomach. Drayke held me there with one arm across my back while Magnus lit the fire anew on my backside.

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bsp; “You. Will. Not. Move.” He punctuated each word with a hard smack then rolled me onto my back again. Nudging my legs apart, he slid one finger into my dripping slit. “We are your masters. We alone decide when and how you receive pleasure.” He ran his finger up to my clit. Made slow, sensuous circles there.

  I closed my eyes. Gave up trying to control and let myself be carried away. The hot sting on my bottom gave way to the hotter fire deep in my core. I moaned and spread my legs wider.

  Magnus’s voice took on a hard edge. “Come for us, Melisandre. You belong to us tonight, and you will do as we command. Surrender to your masters. Come. Now.”

  He shoved two fingers into me, fucking hard. I screamed – and exploded.

  The orgasm triggered a side of me I’d never know existed. I became a wild woman. A brazen slut. I obeyed their commands eagerly. Got on my knees between them, like I did in the temple. Back and forth, stroking and sucking until they came. I swallowed their cum, licked away every drop.

  And loved it.

  Chapter Six

  Melisandre

  I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake either of them. I needed to think. To put what had just happened in perspective.

  It didn’t just happen, whispered a voice inside my head. You took off all your clothes, got on your knees in front of two naked men, one of them a total stranger, and then did unspeakably wicked things with them. You let them use you to satisfy their depraved desires. Are you a queen…or a slut?

  It wasn’t like that, the other voice argued. They didn’t use me. I wanted it as much as they did.

  You think they weren’t using you. And that makes what you did all right? You’re a slut – and a fool.

  My mind was racing as fast as my pulse had earlier. The argument raged in my head and I knew sleep would elude me. I headed for the temple, desperate to find a few moments of peace.

  With dawn still a few hours away, the interior was dark and quiet as a tomb. Flickering torches set high on the walls cast tiny pools of light, hardly enough to dispel the darkness. For once, no strange chants, no primitive drumbeats broke the stillness.

  I made my way to a circle of pale light on the stone floor in the middle of the cavernous space, where the roof of the dome opened to the heavens, and looked up. There they were, shining in the night sky. Our beacons. Our protectors. The Seven Stars. Though I could only see three from where I stood, it was a comfort to know they were there. To know the world as I knew it had not completely disappeared over the last few days.

  I thought back to my first visit to the temple, also at night. My vizier and dear friend Antonius brought me to this place right after my coronation. He said now that my father was dead and I’d become the reigning monarch, I needed to meet the oracle and hear her dark Prophecy. Discover the threat to our kingdom that had haunted my ancestors for centuries – and learn the part I was destined to play.

  I stepped through a pair of bronze doors, each as tall as three grown men standing atop each other. The interior was a cold, cavernous space, lit by flickering torches that threw strange shadows on the stone walls.

  The space was empty, except for a raised dais sitting under the domed ceiling. Enormous bronze braziers stood at the four corners of the dais, each as high as my waist, piled with burning chunks of fragrant amber-colored incense. The exotic scent was unfamiliar to me. The smoke it gave off drifted toward the opening in the dome, partially obscuring the dais with a gray-white haze. Four wide stone steps led to an ancient wooden throne placed squarely in its center, grander and more ornate than the one I inherited along with my title.

  A tiny figure, no bigger than a child, sat on the throne. I couldn’t see her clearly in the gloom, but I assumed it was the oracle. As I drew nearer, I realized she wasn’t as small as I’d thought. The size of her throne would have dwarfed a grown man. Like everything else in this place, it was huge, though because of the scale of the building, I didn’t appreciate how big it was until I got near it.

  Pale moonlight shone down on her from the opening in the dome. At first I thought it was a trick of the light, but as I drew closer I realized her hair shimmered. It flowed over her shoulders and down her back, long wavy locks of silver shot through with iridescent strands of violet and amethyst and deep purple, shades of blue from dark sapphire to turquoise. The colors moved in sparkling waves, lighting up and then flowing from the top of her head to the wisps curling around her breasts. It was pure magic. Mesmerizing.

  Instead of regal golden robes or vibrant silk, she wore a shapeless full-length garment in a dull-gray hue. But then, if I had a headdress as spectacular as hers, I wouldn’t want my gown to detract from the show. I wondered how she’d pulled off the illusion.

  When I drew nearer, I could see her face clearly. It was impossible to tell her age. She could have been forty. Sixty. Eighty. Her skin was creamy white, nearly translucent. Her brow was unlined, but I thought I saw tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She’d pulled off another trick there. As she turned her head to watch me approach, her eyes changed color just as her hair did. First deep purple, followed by warm lilac, then morphing through every shade of blue.

  I refused to be dazzled by parlor tricks and looked closer. Her eyelids were dusted with silver. Perhaps that was how she did it. The powder must have reflected the lights in her hair onto her eyes, giving the illusion of colors that shifted through a spectrum. Still, from a purely feminine point of view, I was impressed. She’d be the star of any royal ball she attended.

  The oracle fixed her eyes on me. Then the brilliantly colored irises rolled back in her head. She stood up, lifted her hands to the heavens, and swirled them through the clouds of incense. I blinked and looked again. I could have sworn I saw figures taking shape in the haze, as though she’d conjured them out of the smoke.

  She threw her head back and chanted in a language I couldn’t understand. It must have been a trick of the acoustics in the building, echoes off the stone walls perhaps, because it sounded as though her voice was joined by others, one after another, until the temple filled with a choir, all chanting the same haunting rhythm.

  The music vibrated throughout the room, into my very soul. I didn’t recognize the melody or the words, but I felt as if the primeval part of my brain knew the chant. As if some remnant of my ancestral memory had heard it before.

  Gradually, beneath the song, I made out other sounds. Bare whispers at first, like the faint voices you swear you hear coming from the next room when you’re all alone in the dark of night. Smoke filled the air and with every breath I took, I felt as if I was falling under a spell. One part of my mind wondered if she’d put some sort of mind-altering herb into the braziers to burn along with the incense, while the other part tried to make out what they were saying.

  The voices grew louder, all talking at once. A babble of noise. The volume rose. There were shouts and wild cries. Figures emerged from the haze all around me. First faceless warriors then dark beings. They swirled together, and I heard the clang of sword against sword. The screams of dying men.

  Suddenly, all sound ceased. Flames shot up out of the braziers. In a sonorous voice, the oracle spoke my language once again.

  “It has begun. The Lord of Darkness has awakened. A thousand years he slumbered, chained in his cave by a magic spell cast by the Woman Clothed in the Sun and her valiant mates. But the spell grows weak. His time of rest has only made him more determined to seek revenge. Even now, his followers are uniting to break the chains that bind him.

  “A king will die before his time, no human hand raised against him. He leaves behind his heir, the Woman Who Commands the Seven Stars.

  “Great evil will be unleashed upon his death. The Dark Lord’s followers will declare war on the kingdom. Pain and misery descend upon the land. The Lord of Darkness will rule our World – unless the One who has been chosen by the Goddess discovers the secret to defeating the evil lord.”

  The oracle turned her sightl
ess eyes on me, pointing a gnarled finger. “You!” Her voice boomed out. “You are the One. The Woman Who Commands the Seven Stars. Your fate is sealed. You must take up the Quest. Find the sacred sources. Only you can defeat the Lord of Darkness and send him back to his lair for all eternity.”

  She walked to the edge of the dais, her hands outstretched.

  “In her mercy, the Goddess grants you four valiant souls to join you on your Quest. Four brave and loyal mates who will unite with you to battle the Lord of Darkness. Each one has a special gift – but each one bears a crushing burden. Only when you lift his burden can he come to your aid.”

  The oracle started down the stairs, the strands of her luminous hair flowing behind her. One step at a time, stopping on each one to utter another line.

  “First will come the Fire Born. The Dragon Lord. He who is both a beautiful young man and a terrible beast. It is his gift and his burden. For only when he masters the dragon within can he save you.”

  The Fire Born. As she spoke, a male figure appeared on her right out of the mist then morphed into a fierce dragon. I knew him. I’d seen him. Stared at his beautiful, naked body with an unvirginal lust. Felt a dark, erotic thrill, then horror, as I watched him consumed by the flames. The thought of meeting him in his human form sent a blast of savage hunger rocketing through me.

  She came down another step. “Next is the Chaos Born. The warrior. The powers of darkness seek to defeat him. They bring him to his knees, whispering, “You cannot withstand the storm.” Yet he fights on. Struggles to his feet, declaring ‘I am the storm.’ Honor is his creed – and valor his weakness.”

  As she spoke, a masculine figure took shape in the mist behind her. Powerful. Strong. He fixed his deep blue eyes on me and I knew in that moment that no matter what shape his body took, what chiseled plains and hollows made up his face, I would know him in an instant. By those eyes.

  “Third is the Tempest Born. The wizard. He will harness his magic to aid in the cause. But beware. The Lord of Darkness casts his own potent spell, and even a powerful wizard can fall under its influence. At the darkest time, remember – the Woman Who Commands the Seven Stars has magic of her own.”