Elements of Ruin (Hijinks Harem Book 2)

by C. M. Stunich

  Runes flared to life all over my body, making the room shudder and shake. All around us, the elements went wild, like they were celebrating the completed sept.

  Grass grew all over the floor, while soft misting rain caressed our skin. A light breeze waltzed with the gentle flames which had sprung up on the various candles scattered around the room, while sizzling bolts of electricity zapped through the air and the overhead lights flickered. Finally, the metal frame of my mirror melted into a puddle on the top of the drawers and then reformed into an exquisite statue of a woman surrounded by six decidedly phallic shapes.

  “Feck,” Dustin swore, withdrawing his big, beautiful penis from my elemental cave, and leaving me feeling both totally satisfied, and hungry for more.

  “Oh, we're not nearly done with you yet, Ari,” Warden smirked, clearly seeing my stunned expression as I looked all around us. His slick cock was still hard as fucking granite, and his hand was stroking lazy lines up and down it as he stared at the space Dustin had created when he'd collapsed beside me.

  “What are you going to do to me next?” I tried to ask, but once again, I was still gagged. All that came out was a jumble of noises that sounded suspiciously like the mewling of a cat in heat. Strange.

  “Now let's see,” Warden pondered as his gaze raked all over my colorful skin, taking in the many, many glittering runes. “You good, Dusty, or need another minute?”

  “Golden, Sparky,” the asshole Irishman grinned, and I glanced over to find him lying on his side with his hand wrapped around his already hard shaft once more. “I think I know exactly what I wanna do with this wee spitfire next, too.”

  He hopped up from the bed, dick bobbing as he moved, and looked around the room.

  “Come on, lass, I know a girl a dirty as you has some toys stashed somewhere around here.” He eyed me up shrewdly, and I hesitated. He looked extremely practiced in the use of toys. Much more so than myself, so his hungry expression was making me nervous as all get out.

  “Here,” Warden leaned forward to untie my gag, but in doing so he somehow seemed to end up with the tip of his dick pressing against my pussy, and we both froze for a second. “Well, that was unintentional,” he admitted, “but now that I'm here …” He thrust back inside me with one swift push and I moaned, this raspy, throaty sound that echoed around the old guest room. Dear fucking Odin, Arizona! Stop making such un-sexy noises!

  “Toys,” I gasped out, now that my mouth was unbound, “in the bedroom with the giant cactus.”

  “Oh aye? Sounds kinky,” Dustin chuckled, and strode off down the corridor with his hard ass dick out in front of him like the mast of a boat.

  “Smokey,” Warden groaned, pumping into me slowly, torturing me with his shallow movements and the raw emotion in his eyes. “Fuck Ari, ten years and I …” he trailed off in a moan, closing his eyes and shutting away that glimmer of something he'd been in the process of revealing.

  “Warden …” I started to say, but either the sound of my voice or my use of his real name snapped him out of the tender moment that had been happening.

  Snapping his eyes back open, he withdrew his cock and grabbed me by the hips. In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach and sank balls-deep back into me while my arms strained against the tangled pillowcases above my head.

  “Ugh, Warden, what the hell?” I growled, not altogether disappointed by the switch of positions because let's be honest here, who didn't love a bit of doggy-style. But he could have at least untied my arms first. They were already bound tight when I'd been on my back, but now that they were crossed I was even more immobile than I had been before.

  “Shut up, Ari-Vampari, or I will put the gag back on,” he threatened, hoisting my hips up so that I was on my knees instead of on my belly.

  “These runes almost totally hide the marks Dusty made on your cheeks,” Warden commented in a gruff sort of tone. Without being able to see his face, I couldn't make out what emotion he was feeling. Was he mad? Playful? It was impossible to tell, but one thing was for sure—he intended to make those marks show.

  His palm smoothed down the curve of my ass, while his cock pumped slowly into me, and I barely had time to adjust my weight on my chest before his hand cracked down onto my skin.

  A sharp yelp escaped my throat and I jumped. Not just in fright, although that had been part of it, but that slap had reverberated all the way through my butt cheek and straight into my cunt. I moaned like a porn star and Warden grunted as my walls clenched his dick like a vice.

  “Oh ho, having fun without me, eh?” Dustin’s lilting Irish brogue washed over me and I looked up at him with lust filled eyes.

  “Eat a dick, Dustin,” I panted, the best insult I could really come up with under the circumstances, and he grinned a wicked, asshole grin.

  “Me? Maybe soon. But right now I see a mouth sorely in need of shutting up.” He crawled onto the bed and kneeled near my face where I was held immobile by my bound and crossed arms. “And it ain't Sparky's.”

  My eyes narrowed at him in hate-lust, a new emotion I had coined just for this asshole, and my mouth opened to spit a witty comeback at him. Before the words could form, though, his dick was sliding past my lips and my tongue was slicking against his sensitive underside.

  “That's my girl,” he moaned, “suck me good, while your man gets you nice and slick downstairs.”

  It didn't take much imagination to work out what he meant by that, given he'd just been ferreting around in my sex toy drawer, so I wasn't in the least bit surprised to feel the cold drip of lube down the crack of my ass.

  Dustin tapped me on the chin and pushed his thick cock further into my mouth. “Hey, focus on the job at hand, and if you're a good gobshite we might even put on a show for ye.”

  Fuck yes, I want to see the show! Put on the damn show!

  My mouth took to Dustin's dick with determination, sucking and licking as much as was humanly possible from my weird as fuck twisted and tied up position. Meanwhile, Warden was alternating different sensations on my down under that were driving me insane with need.

  One second his finger was teasing at my backdoor, running lubed up rings around it and pressing just the smallest amount of pressure, then the next his open palm was coming down hard on my exposed ass cheek and leaving a hot, burning sensation in its path.

  All the while, his cock still thrust lazy strokes into my chamber of secrets and his philosopher's stones slapped at my clit. Combined with the exquisite feeling of Dustin's magical wand thrusting into my throat, I was just one big muggle. I mean muddle. Damn, I needed to stop watching Harry Potter porn so often.

  Abruptly, the pressure on my arms eased, and the makeshift restraints were removed. I looked up at Dustin in question, and he panted down at me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Play with my balls, ya wee minx,” he encouraged, guiding one hand to his testicles. “Just like Sparky did before, just … oh yeah like that …”

  Gently, I rolled his precious jewels in my hand while I sucked at his blowtorch like I was trying to win some sort of prize. Oh wait, I was. This show he was promising, which I was pretty sure would involve a whole lot more sword crossing than I'd seen so far.

  With renewed enthusiasm I sucked him in deeper, and teased one of my fingers along his taint. Warden landed a particularly hard slap against my ass and I gulped, swallowing Dustin's shaft further down my throat than I'd ever taken anything in my life.

  “How you going back there, Sparky?” Dustin gasped, threading his hands into my hair and thrusting a little with his own hips to increase the pace that I was sucking him at.

  “Nice. And. Slick.” Warden punctuated the words with hard slaps to my ass and I yelped around the eight inch cock in my mouth. My ass was on fire and it didn't help that my runes were going in-fucking-sane with their tingling and sparking all over my skin. “I'm gonna blow my load, dude, no lie.”

  “In her arse then,” Dustin said, and I could just feel Warden's shit-eating grin
spreading across his face, all of that cocky playfulness I fell in love with back in college coming out in a single expression I couldn't even see. “This is the last time she'll ever get to fuck us, eh? Might as well make the full round.”

  Warden slid a single finger into my ass, lighting up my all the special nerve endings back there, making them shine brighter than my fucking runes. God, it feels so damn good, I groaned inside my own head since, you know, somebody else's head was in my mouth.

  He teased with little swirling motions that brought involuntary gasps to my throat, making me suck Dustin harder, scraping my teeth along his shaft as he pulled out and then thrust all the way in, balls slapping my chin. He came with a violent shudder, fisting his hands in my hair; his cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it before I could even register the taste (thank the elemental gods, nobody likes raw oysters, right?).

  “Oh my fuck,” I whispered as he pulled out and I found myself completely comatose in Warden's hands. I couldn't move except for the curling of my fingers in the sheets, pleasure radiating through me like lightning. An apt metaphor, considering I was being fucked senseless by an energy elemental.

  “Oh my fuck is right,” Dustin growled, and I could see that he fully intended to milk this 'required session' for all that it was worth. I had an inkling that he found me as attractive as I found him—even if he also hated me. “Do it, Sparky.”

  “Roger that, Dusty,” Warden said, his voice ragged with pleasure but still playful. He slid out of me and readjusted himself, trading his fingers out … for his cock. “Oh shit, you're too tight Smokey.”

  Sparky. Dusty. Smokey. I was starting to see a pattern here.

  “I don't know if I can do it,” I whispered, but Warden was already halfway in, pushing forward until his hips met my ass. “Max,” I cried out, completely on accident, falling back into old habits. That seriously put a damper on the moment. I could fucking feel him softening inside of me, I swear to god. “Wait,” I said as Warden pulled out and left me there with serious blue … ass? Was that a thing? Blue ass? “Wait, wait, wait.”

  I rolled onto my back and then sat up, watching as Warden relaxed back on his haunches and pushed red and black hair from his sweaty forehead.

  “I'm not mad, Arizona,” he said softly, but he had pulled his dip tube from my storm drain, so clearly there was a kink in the works. Heh. More plumbing puns. “I just … hearing you say Max …”

  “Yeah, yeah, stirs up old memories and all that shit,” Dustin said, narrowing his green eyes on the pair of us. “You two sound like my bloody gram. Can we just move on? The girl earned herself a show, Sparky. You're not pulling out in more ways than one, are ya?”

  “I just … I need a second to think,” Warden said, flinging his legs off the bed and grabbing the first pair of pants he could find … which were mine. Which had pink guitars all over them and said I Love Turner Campbell. Hey, who doesn't have clothing advertising their favorite rockstars, right?

  The pants were too small and hung so low, I got that horribly delicious tease of skin and those perfect 'V' muscles the asshole just grew without even trying. That fucker … Warden looked at me for a long moment, turned, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

  “Warden!” I called out because even though I'd had three orgasms just now, I wanted more. My body felt like it had an unslakable thirst, like I was parched for sex when I'd had more of it recently than I ever had before in my life. Oodles more. “Fuck my life,” I groaned as I let myself fall back into the pillows and covered my face with my hands. “Fuck.”

  “Well, bleeding shit,” Dustin groaned, moving up to sit beside me. My jaw was still sore from taking his massive shaft, but my lips were tingling happily at the memory. I'd loved every second of it. “I had so many things planned.”

  I opened my eyes and looked over to find him handling a purple butt plug. It was actually a gift from Britt (I know, my besties bought me weird presents), and I'd never had the chance to use it. I was a big fan of, uh, self-pleasuring but I'd never really been into playing with my own ass.

  “You can't leave yet,” I told him, and thought that maybe I sounded a little desperate when I said it. I sat up and tried to play it cool, wondering where the fuck Warden/Max was and if he wasn't planning on pulling another of his famous disappearing acts. “I mean, because you promised me a show and all …”

  “Aye,” Dustin said, tossing the butt plug into the nightstand drawer and then glancing over at me with a strange look on his face, like he had literally zero idea of what to think. But his eyes, they said it all. He'd gotten a taste of something he liked tonight. “I'll stick around until after you see the Seelie Queen. May as well lend a hand so you don't go gettin' yourself killed.”

  Dustin stood up and grabbed his jeans.

  “I'll go find Siobhan,” he said, his tone weirdly flat. I tried my best to ignore the hollow feeling in my stomach. I would not sit here and be jealous of my best friend, no fucking way. What kind of feminist would that make me?! And I was big one, too, a big bra-burning (although my bras were pricey so I actually did not plan on setting fire to those anytime soon) kick butt feminist bad ass.

  Okay, so maybe I wasn't that cool, but I tried. And I was not going to let a man come between me and Siobhan.

  “We should talk, me and her,” he said as he pulled his jeans up over his wet shaft and balls. I didn't know how that made me feel, him running off to talk to her while still wet with my juices. Was that rude to her? To me? Did it even matter? “But, uh …” Dustin paused again and looked over at me, naked and glowing on the bed. “I'll be back. I'll sleep on the couch.”

  “Don't bother,” I said, and I sounded bitchier than I intended, so I forced a smile to my face and kept going, “there are plenty of other guest rooms.”

  “Right,” Dustin said, nodding briefly at me and running his hand over his red hair. There was an awkward moment there where I just assumed he was going to walk out on me. Instead, he decided to go the asshole route. “Well, thanks for a good shag. Not the best I've ever 'ad, but it was alright.”

  “Uh, alright is a little excessive in the praise department,” I said with a scowl, standing up off the bed … and feeling cum trail down my inner thighs. Right. Shower first and then … everything else. “It was passable. Thanks for the marking and bugger off.”

  I stormed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it.

  Yep.

  I hated Dustin. Fucking hated him.

  But I was also intrigued.

  Damn you, ovaries. Damn you.

  I took my sweet time showering and then came downstairs to find my four husbands milling around the living room. They had that harried, sweaty look about them, like men in old movies pacing the waiting room at the hospital for their kid to be born. Except, you know, all I'd been doing was fucking a stranger they'd never met and a guy they hated.

  “Honey cakes,” Shane said, kissing me on the cheek when I appeared at the bottom of the stairs, sore but still somehow horny, and smelling of soap instead of semen. Yay me. “We've been waitin' on pins and needles for your ass. How did the marking go?” Shane tried his very best to sound nonchalant, like he didn't give two fucks about the fact that I'd just been double teamed upstairs. But the muscles in his neck and jaw were tight and his beautiful blue eyes screamed murder.

  I slid a palm along the stubbled side of his face and leaned in close, breathing in his smell, that musky male scent mixed with soap and shampoo.

  Our bodies pressed close and mine came alive as if I hadn't just had sex twenty minutes ago. But no. No. Sex was not on the menu right now. If I was going to marry these guys … er, wasn't I already married to them magically speaking? … but if I was going to attend some big supernatural function and tell the whole world about our relationship, I seriously needed to get to know them better.

  “What do you think?” I asked him as my body lit up with runes, and the living room was bathed in a gorgeous golden glow. It re
minded me of the time I'd taken that trip with Max … er, Warden, and Britt to the Smoky Mountains to chase fireflies. So pretty and soft, that light. So magical. Even if I had to get my ass fucked by a stranger to get the runes, they were stunning. Okay, so it was Warden who fucked my ass, but little details, eh. Same difference. “How do I look?”

  “You always look beautiful to me, sweet tea,” Shane said, kissing my mouth with a possessive fervor that pushed all my buttons. Oh, wow. That put a little wrench in my plans to keep the next few hours … if not chaste, then at least non-sexual.

  “Would you guys like to … do a movie and dinner thing? Maybe stop at the bookstore? I have no idea where my Kindle is in all these moving boxes, and I hate reading on my phone. I want a paperback to hold in my hands.”

  “Are you asking us out, Firebug?” Billy asked, leaning against the far wall and smoking again, blowing gray, tobacco scented mist through the cracked window. “Because that's, well, it makes your awkward ass seem a little cute.”

  I glared at the charcoal haired dickhead across the room and tried not to think how spectacularly hot he was in his leather pants and jacket, his gray wifebeater and belt with the silver flame buckle on the front. He looked dressed up to me, clean and sexy and smelling like a warm campfire as I approached him and crossed my arms over my body, propping my breasts up.

  I'd dressed casual, but sexy in jeans, red heels, and a leather jacket. I'd even done my makeup; I hope the guys appreciated it. At least Billy looked like he did when he took me in from head to toe, his fire extinguisher visibly hard inside his pants.

  “Yes, I'm asking you out. Since you're all bums with no money, it's my treat, but expect me to have literally zero dollars left. You scrubs need to get some fucking jobs.”

  “We're doing Dwayne's bathroom this weekend,” Billy said, blinking those long lashed lids of his at me. How did a man who looked like he belonged in a biker gang have eyelashes that were longer than mine?! “Pro-bono for all the healing work, but he also wants us to add a whole new bathroom in his guesthouse so his faerie-in-law can move in. We should make a few grand, easy.”