by Meg Xuemei X
The Upper Realm was like heaven compared to the Underworld, but this “heaven” wasn’t all about flowing honey and milk as I’d assumed.
“What Elijah meant is that we can fuck our mate at the same time here,” Max said. “We’ll just rearrange our positions.”
“Fine,” Ash said. “Blossom can ride me. She always enjoys riding my dick.”
The fae prince lay down on the vast branch that could hold at least five people. Elijah placed me on Ash’s lap swiftly, letting me straddle him. No one was more efficient than my mates. Since I couldn’t wait to ride my mate, I didn’t complain about who would be beneath me.
“Are you comfortable, Ayanna?” Elijah asked in concern. “Is the branch too rough for you?”
“Uh, I don’t exactly have to lie on it,” I said and pointed at Ash. “He does.”
“Don’t mind him. He has thick skin,” Max said.
“Get your pussy on my cock now, woman,” Ash demanded as he lifted my hips and placed my sex at the head of his massive erection.
“Let me play this time,” I said heatedly. “I’ve put up with enough from you boys. I’m not some invalid queen ant.”
They chuckled.
I stroked Ash’s cock first, not so gently, and he groaned in pleasure. His eyes seared with lust, never leaving me.
I lifted my hips, holding his thick crown at my wet entrance. Then I used it to brush my plump folds wide open and rubbed its head against the center of my slit to get more friction.
His thumb circled around my clit until the scorching need to have his shaft fill my every inch occupied every corner of my mind. I glided down as I enjoyed every second, my pussy swallowing his length and my ass slamming down to the base of his massive manhood.
We both hissed in intense pleasure.
Max and Elijah watched our coupling with unbridled lust, as if they would toss Ash away at any second and replace him and have me ride their cocks.
Ash thrust up into my heated depths eagerly, and I plunged along his hard length, my hands cupping my heavy breasts.
Max’s large hands replaced mine, massaging and fondling and kneading my nipples. A swirl of tattooed runes rippled across his massive shoulder to his broad, cut chest. He looked so delicious that I wanted to ride him, too.
Ash and I fucked harder, the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh so erotic that Max and Elijah growled. Ash’s ice-blue eyes filled with ecstasy. Lust twisted his handsome face to a beastly shape. It didn’t alarm me but turned me on even more. His beast peeked out hungrily, watching us mate.
Max knelt behind me and had me bending forward, exposing my back entrance to him.
“I need to fuck your back hole, my horny doll,” he said. “Be prepared for my penetration. I’ll be gentle until I can’t.”
My heart pounded as I waited for his promised penetration. Then the tip of his cock was at my back entrance. It pushed in one inch, then another inch, stretching me while it kept sliding in.
I cried in slight pain, but pleasure soon drowned it all.
Max stilled, waiting for me to adjust.
“More, vampire,” I called. “Now. More. Yes, yes!”
The pleasure brought by Max’s thrusts seemed to be coming from another dimension. I felt so full with two cocks buried deep in me, claiming me.
Ash thrust up, his speed brutal, the friction it caused sending intense pleasure to my nerve endings.
“Oh, mates, fuck me harder,” I moaned. I might not be able to take it if they did just that, but I was in the middle of heat. “Fuck me however you want. Have your way with me, please!”
“You’ll beg for my cock as well,” Elijah hissed, his eyes glowing silver.
Elijah and Max were half-brothers. They came from one of the most powerful archangel bloodlines, like mine. Whenever I peeked into their eyes, they forever held the mystery of a faraway galaxy.
The archangel had resumed his former gorgeous, glorious appearance after he returned to Earth. His horns were gone, and his scar faded. He still carried the air of a formidable alpha, but he no longer looked monstrous and disturbingly menacing.
I took him in, from his cropped, blond hair to his lust-filled silver eyes, his sensual lips, then to his hard, perfect male body. His slightly crooked, large shaft jerked forward, right beside my face. A bead formed on its slit.
“Need to fuck your mouth, little mate,” he said.
When he first fucked me on the high counter in his Underworld quarters, he’d promised, “After I fuck you hoarse, I’ll shove my cock down your throat. I want you to taste my archangel cum.”
And now he was fulfilling his old promise by turning my face to the side, cupping my cheeks, and shoving his cock into my mouth.
Elijah thrust, the head of his shaft slamming into the back of my throat. He withdrew a little and drove back in, and I had the archangel’s taste on my tongue, my teeth, and down my throat.
I wrapped my lips around his massive cock and sucked hard. Elijah rolled his eyes back and hissed in ecstasy.
“My little mate knows how to play me,” he said, his hand grabbing my hair. “After I feed you my cum, I’ll get between your golden thighs and fuck your tight pussy until you’re so sore, until you beg me to stop.”
Let’s see who was going to beg then, old boys.
But I couldn’t even moan or scream at the all-round, full-speed pleasure that threatened to break me apart.
The archangel’s cock drove into my mouth again and again, his strength numbing my mouth, yet I still couldn’t get enough of him.
Couldn’t get enough of all of them.
With three cocks buried inside me, thrusting in with abandon and possessiveness, pleasure came over me from every direction and rippled to every part of my body.
My mates fucked me so hard, yet it wasn’t without care. Their passion and tenderness merged, taking me to the highest heaven.
Ash pounded into me, shattering me to pieces with waves of scorching pleasure.
Max thrust in me from behind, utterly unmaking me.
And Elijah fucked my mouth, breaking me and picking me up again.
Delicious pressure built in me, my entire body humming and vibrating. Magic coursed in me, bonding me to my mates until our every atom joined.
Their powers were mine, and mine theirs. Their pleasure and lust ricocheted off mine and I absorbed theirs.
It was too much, yet I wanted more. I wanted every detail of my mates, every piece of their bodies, their hearts, and their souls.
My mates thrust into me wildly, giving me everything they had, and I offered them all of me.
The tidal waves of our orgasms merged until we roared our pleasure and satisfaction.
“Mine,” my mates declared.
And the ancient trees around the house shivered in response.
CHAPTER 25
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We returned to Atlantis at night, not wanting to set my parents into panic mode lest they send an army to turn every stone on Earth to look for me.
Resting my head on Max’s warm chest in the vast bed, I continued to ogle my hot mates, who lay sprawled around me.
We’d fucked for hours, yet as soon as we got into our chamber in the west wing of the golden tower, I was wet for them again. I was giddy and satisfied to see that they were all hard and ready for me, too.
But as my thoughts wandered to Merlin, my heart ached. The pulsing pain had never subsided after our separation.
He hadn’t joined us since our return. I thought of seeking him out and comforting him to the best of my ability. He’d lost his dragoness to the Underworld. I wanted to get to know him more, but there was this gap between us that I didn’t know how to cross.
Yes, Merlin had mated with me through his magic, but I wasn’t as close to him as I was to my other three mates. It wasn’t like I was an expert in relationships. And I didn’t even know if he truly wanted me or not, though he’d once said he desired me more than anything in the universe. He had also said that he would
n’t claim me as my other mates had done.
I hadn’t seen him for a while. No one knew where he was at the moment. Maybe he’d left Earth and didn’t care to say goodbye.
I missed him. All four of my mates were a piece of me, yet Merlin remained the missing piece. My soul would always ache and pine for him, but if freedom was what he wanted, I needed to respect his wish and keep my distance.
I had gotten my fairytale ending in a way most people couldn’t even dream of. Only a fool kept craving the unattainable and forgot what was right in front of them.
I shoved the pulsing ache of incompleteness to the edge of my thoughts and focused on the mates in front of me.
Their silver, golden, and blue eyes gazed back at me with raw male need, lust, and adoration.
The next moment, I was beneath Max, writhing, my fingernails sinking into his firm ass as he pounded between my thighs, his powerful muscles flexing.
My pussy milked him hard, and he growled in pleasure and approval.
A knock tapped on the door. We ignored it. The knocks turned into urgent bangs.
“I put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the doorknob!” I hissed loudly toward the door.
“It’s Mom, Ayanna,” Queen Freyja said in a patient, loving voice.
I rolled my eyes before I gritted my teeth, giving Mom the silent treatment.
“Ayanna?” she called again.
A few wolves yelped from outside the door, supporting Mom. My tiger was with them. These days, he mostly hung out with the wolves. He sent me a few pictures showing his hunting adventures with the pack.
“I’m kind of busy, Mom,” I said firmly, wrapping my legs around Max’s lower back.
He kept thrusting into me while darting nervous glances at the door.
I shared his concern. My magnificent, hunky mates were all as naked as the day they were born. Not in a million years would I want Mom or Dad to see us in the middle of mating.
It was already too bad that a week ago I’d bumped into Dad and Mom having passionate sex in the corridor of the King’s suite. I wanted to gouge my eyes out to unsee how Dad drove into Mom, but unfortunately, it could never be unseen. And all the groans, moans, screams, and roars had started to haunt my dreams. Dear gods!
I hated to say it, but I was traumatized by my own parents.
“I just want to tuck you in and read you a bedtime story,” Mom said. “If you’re really busy, I’ll just kiss you on the forehead and say goodnight.”
My immortal mother, who looked younger than me, repeatedly forgot that I was a full-grown woman. She kept treating me like her little girl. I got it. Mom had gone half-mad when she lost me as a toddler. I didn’t have the heart to turn her away, but Mom needed to get it into her head that I was now an adult.
“I’m with my mates,” I said, suppressing a moan as Max drove into me, hard and deep.
I bit my lip and sent Ash and Elijah a frantic look while pleasure soaked me. My hand waved for Elijah or Ash to go block the door with their powerful bodies in case Mom tried to break in.
The First Witch was unpredictable.
“That’s fine,” Mom said. “I don’t mind my sons-in-law listening to the bedtime story I’m going to read to you. It’s The Wickedest Witch in the Universe tonight.”
Ash and Elijah traded a rattled, crazed look as they stood by the door, ready to shoulder it back if Mom tried to bring it down with her lightning.
“It’s best we live in the Twilight Realm,” Ash mouthed.
“Better yet, we leave for my galaxy home,” Elijah mouthed.
In the iron grip of the mating heat, Max ignored them all and fixed his passion on me, thrusting into me vehemently. My pussy clenched around his large, hard shaft.
“Mom, we talked about boundaries last time.” I raised my voice.
“Boundaries?” she asked eagerly. “Yes, we can talk about that. Uh, should I use magic to get this door open and save you some trouble, my dearest Ayanna?”
“No!” I cried out, dragging a blanket over Max and me and waving for Elijah and Ash to put their clothes on.
“Beloved,” my father’s deep voice boomed outside the door.
Oh, no, no, no. Not him as well.
“I was looking for you everywhere, Freyja,” Dad complained.
Mom got distracted immediately.
“What do you want, Dragonian?” Mom purred in challenge.
“You know what I want, witch.” Dad chuckled in his darkly sexy voice that he only used when he talked to Mom.
Oh gods, spare me. I buried my face in my hands.
They talked in hushed yet flirtatious and passionate voices as they bargained.
Queen Freyja Darken let out a peal of sensual laughter. She was satisfied with the terms.
The king and the queen left together and forgot about me altogether. The pack of wolves howled and followed them. Killian sent me a flash image of farewell and sprang after his new best friends.
Max’s hard, powerful thrusts turned urgent and blinding, but before he roared his release, I pressed my hand firmly over his mouth.
No way I’d let Mom and Dad hear him and possibly make a rush decision to return to check on their “little princess.”
CHAPTER 26
MERLIN
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“Don’t talk to him, love,” snarled Ares Darken. “Just let me take his fucking head.”
As if the Dragonian king could.
He swung his broad sword toward my neck, meaning exactly what he said. I brought my blade to block his, and our swords locked.
Ares was a formidable warrior, the best among the Dragonians, but I was a demigod, the First Druid. Not even Freyja the First Witch could take me down with her Red Plague.
“How could you betray us like this, Merlin?” Freyja said, tears in her beautiful blue eyes that looked just like my Ayanna’s.
My heart ached. I hadn’t seen Ayanna since we returned, but she had three mates doting on her every second of the day.
I wasn’t going to let her go.
I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to. I was done watching the safety of the worlds.
Universes were born, and universes would die, just like everything else.
I was going to take care of my own needs—like having my mate in my arms, burying my cock deep inside her, and whispering to her my undying love.
I had put the fate of the world above my own desires. But from now on, I was going to be a selfish bastard, too. As I said, everything dies eventually.
Freyja, my former pupil, didn’t attack me as her husband did.
“You stole my daughter and sold her into slavery,” she said. She was still hurting. And I concealed my deep wound in front of her. “She suffered so much in the Underworld, and you robbed us of the joy of seeing her grow up.”
“I’m sorry, Freyja,” I said. “I didn’t come to ask forgiveness.”
“Fucker!” Ares roared, breaking away from our locked blades and lunging at me with a flurry of merciless stabs, slashes, and hacks.
I ducked swiftly and parried. When I twisted away from another brutal swing, his sword cut a tree in half.
Quite a temper.
“It was the hardest thing to send my own mate to the Underworld—” I offered.
“What? Your mate? My daughter will never be yours!” Ares howled in rage, as the veins on his neck throbbed. “How dare you think you deserve her after what you did to her and to us!”
My temper also rose.
“You two would have spoiled her to no end,” I said harshly. “If she had stayed, she would have been a useless rich brat. She could have been cruel. And she’d still be taken by the enemies in the end. But the Ayanna you see now is an amazing woman in every possible way and a great queen to her people. She’s grown up and come into her full power. She can now protect herself against any enemy. I saw all the alternative paths and outcomes in my visions, and the best option was to hide her in the Underworld.”
“Ba
stard, we wouldn’t have spoiled her. We’d have protected her and given her everything she ever wanted!” Ares thrust his blade at me, unable to let go of his fury.
The King of Atlantis was handsome, but he was always a hard ass and a jerk. Only Freyja could tame him and calm him down with her own hot temper.
They shared an epic love story.
Ares had once kidnapped Freyja to find his destined mate, unaware that she was the one. And Freyja didn’t make it easy for him. She hid her true identity and led him on a wild goose chase that caused him great grief until he completely surrendered to her.
They loved each other more than life, but Ares’s time was coming to an end.
A Dragonian’s lifespan was much longer than a human’s, but they were still mortal. Ares had lived for a thousand years. His strength had started fading a year ago. From the heartbreak in Freyja’s eyes, I could see she knew it, too. When he was gone, she’d be left heartbroken, and then she’d go mad and finally fade.
I wouldn’t let that happen, and I wouldn’t let my mate be an orphan when she’d just come home and gotten her parents back.
I would make Ares an immortal, a feat no one had accomplished before. That’d be my gift to Ayanna.
I had gathered all sorts of rare ingredients over the years, but I needed one more crucial element to make the elixir of life. Now was the time to harvest the immortal flower that blossomed only once every thousand years on the peak of Mount Everest.
When I succeeded in my task, I’d return.
“Take it easy, Ares,” I said, bringing up my blade to cross his before it slammed into my nose. “It’ll be good for your blood pressure. I have to go away for a while and take care of one last thing for Ayanna.”
“Stop fucking meddling, druid, I warn you,” Ares shouted, trying to kick me in the middle.
My white robe radiated light, magic pouring out of me to prevent the Dragonian king from booting me.
“Do not use your dark magic on my mate, Merlin,” Freyja warned, ready to cut in and fight me.
“I’m doing this for you, too, Freyja,” I said softly. “Do not lose hope.”
I vanished from their sight, and the gust swept away Ares’s furious bellow and Freyja’s cry.