Sylfic

by Kenna Bardot

  "There's a reason that if I bent you over and shoved my cock in your ass, you'd take it and beg me for more," Char whispered, taking my face in his hands. "Even though before us, I'm sure you never even considered doing something like that."

  "What reason is that?" I asked, my voice going breathy when Tate reached over to slide a hand between my thighs. The wet heat he found there gave me a moment of shame, but I shoved it away.

  Safe. I was safe with them.

  Even if the fact that I liked what we did should have been shameful.

  "Because you were made for us, made to be dominated by us. Taken by us. The very fact that you forgave us for what we did years ago is proof of that. Because you liked it. No matter how much you fought that, you liked that we took your choice away. That we took your ability to feel shame for it. We did that, and it's the very reason we are here now, ready to Sire you and make you ours forever," Char grinned at me, all dark intensity despite the blinding white of his eyes as he glared into me. His fingers brushed over my hip, bringing a tingle of pain with the touch that I expected was just part of Char after he'd come into his power.

  I moaned as Tate's finger rolled over my clit, making me widen my knees to give him better access. "Tell me you want us," Ryle grunted, swiping his tongue over my nipple.

  "I want you," I admitted. "Please."

  "You'll take all of us," Hollis warned. "We'll likely hurt you, given how long it's been since we felt a pussy, and how long your pussy has been neglected."

  "I don't care,” I said it with a breathy sigh and meant it.

  Tate chuckled, and Shep took the words as an excuse to lift me from behind so the others could tug the dress down my legs the rest of the way. It left me bare, and I shamelessly spread my legs as Tate crawled beneath them. A brief kiss on my lips, a few swipes of his tongue, was all the greeting he gave me before he slid down my body and buried his mouth in my pussy. I jolted off the bed at the first swipe, his own moan sounding as he devoured me alive.

  "Fuck!" I cried out, wincing when Shep's strong arms slid me back on the bed. Tate followed, like they were so in tune to one another that they could synchronize the movements without speaking. When my head hung off the edge of the bed, blood roared and I had to hold it up to watch Tate's silver head working between my legs. I wrapped a hand in his hair, tugging and pushing and pulling. There was so much pressure, so much sensation that I didn't know if I wanted to beg for more or beg for him to stop. "Please."

  Shep's hand buried in my hair, yanking my head back roughly until it hung off the edge of the bed. A moment later, the crown of his cock pressed to my lips, and he applied enough force that I had no choice but to open for him. He drove into my throat on the first thrust, groaning above my head while I stared at his muscled thighs. I gagged around him, trying to adjust to the fullness of him so deep inside me, trying to breathe.

  A moment later he snapped his hips back and fell free, and I sucked in a ragged breath. "Fucking take it, Mireyah," he growled, shoving back inside. More prepared for it, I swallowed around him and let him make short thrusts in my throat while Ryle wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked and his twin shoved two fingers inside me and stroked my g-spot while he worked my clit with that skillful tongue. I came almost instantly, tightening my legs around his head as lightheadedness made everything go white.

  With Shep in my throat, I couldn't breathe, couldn't come down from my orgasm and I hovered at the edge of consciousness until he finally took mercy on me and pulled free. The sound of a chuckle at my side brought me back to reality, and it was with the sensation of fullness in my ass.

  Char had taken Tate's place between my thighs while I'd hovered and worked a lubed finger inside my ass as if he wanted to prove his point about me taking him wherever he said I would take him. "Do you want me in your pussy, little Sylfe?"

  The question held an edge of danger, and I knew that there was no right answer. Char would do what he wanted no matter what I answered. "Yes," I said honestly.

  "It's a shame then that you fought so hard. You only get fucked the way you want when you're a good girl for us. It wasn't very nice for you to say fuck you to me." He added a second finger, making me wince.

  "Char, please," I begged.

  "Fuck her throat again," he ordered Shep, who yanked my head again and instantly slid back inside my mouth. He was gentler the second time around, more conscious of the way Char worked my ass to prepare me for cock.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the others watching the show, making no move to interfere with the rough way Char and Shep punished me. Not even when Char withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his length, pressing against the outer ring of my tight hole until he popped inside. I moaned around Shep, shoving a hand down to try to push Char away. But Shephard reached out, taking my hands and pinning them to the bed as Char grasped my legs and spread them wide.

  I couldn't see him, couldn't see anything but Shep's thighs, but there was no mistaking the feeling of his eyes on my empty pussy while he worked himself into my ass. I moaned around Shep in protest, hating the fact that I was full. Full everywhere. Except for the one place I wanted them. Once Char had managed to get balls deep inside me, he set a punishing rhythm, taking no care to be cautious in the face of all the time I'd gone without.

  Of the way I would hurt the next day, or even the way it hurt in that moment.

  Even with the pain of every pound inside me, there was that dark, forbidden pleasure that built. I knew it would only take a stroke against my clit to send me over the edge.

  "Do you know how much it pisses me off that I'm not balls deep in that little pussy right now?" Char grunted, shoving into me particularly harshly so I squealed around Shep. "That you deprived not only yourself of that, but me? After years of dreaming about being inside you again?"

  I moaned an unintelligible response around Shep, who popped free from my mouth and helped me tilt my head up to look at Char. "I want it more."

  "So next time, you will not pick a fight?"

  "I didn't-" I protested.

  "You did. You needed me to put you in your place. Remind you of where you belong. Now tell me Mireyah, do you like your place? With my cock in whatever hole I feel like using?"

  I wanted to deny it, wanted to pretend that being used did nothing for me. But there was no denying the way my pussy clenched around nothing, the way it begged for him to touch me. "Yes."

  "Good girl," he murmured finally, letting out a final roar and exploding inside me with pulse after pulse of heat that seared me. When he finished, he bent over me, finally kissing me in a smooth, loving caress of his mouth on mine that soothed the frayed edges. I winced when he pulled free, and he only smirked at me. We both knew there were still four other men desperate to use me, and I wouldn't put it past him to tell them they couldn't touch my pussy to really punish me.

  But I'd die.

  "Whatever you want," Char said to the men, and Tate was the first to move. He rolled me on top of him, and I didn't waste a single moment taking him inside me. I moaned around him, my voice sounding obscene even to me.

  I kissed him, tangling my tongue with his in a show of gratitude for finally filling me, finally giving me what I wanted. Ryle's chuckle sounded behind me as he knelt in place, and my head fell back when they completed their sandwich. Stuck between my twins. One in my pussy, one in my ass. I'd never felt more at home, and the way they paused once Ryle slid to the hilt told me they felt the same. I pushed up off Tate's chest, giving them both a decent angle with my ass jutted out so that Tate could thrust up into me and Ryle could glide in and out of me slowly.

  "Does that feel good, Pet?" Hollis asked, taking my face in his hands. When his crown touched my lips, I parted for him with no hesitation. "Because next you're going to take Shep and I in that tight little pussy. We're going to stretch you so wide that I get to watch our come drip out of you when we're finished."

  I moaned around him, sucking hard and practically b
egging for it. I knew it would hurt, knew that even just Hollis alone would be brutal judging from how Tate felt inside me, but I wanted it more than anything.

  My hips rocked on Tate, and I felt his surprise as he chuckled. "Ride those dicks, Mireyah," he murmured. I did, grinding my clit against his pubic bone as the motion worked Ryle in and out of me from behind. Ryle's hand slapped my ass, heat blooming over the skin in the wake and I moaned as Hollis slipped free when he saw me striving towards an orgasm that would be flat out earth shattering. When I finally shattered, I collapsed onto Tate's chest, feeling Ryle flood my ass with heat again.

  It felt raw, and it scalded the sensitive, abused part of me that I knew I wouldn't sit right for a week.

  But it had been worth it. He pulled free, and Tate rolled me over to make love to me briefly before he too came, but the heat of him inside my pussy felt different. It felt right in a way it never had before.

  I'd heard Sylfes talk about it before, the way the Sylfe body craved taking a God's blessing inside them. It was meant to be a way to prepare a Sylfe for the desire to bear children that came once they'd Ascended to Goddess status. Just like for a male Sylfe, finishing inside a fertile Goddess felt right.

  Our entire purpose was to procreate, and it supposedly helped that it was meant to be beyond pleasurable for a God to finish inside a Sylfe. Tate's extended groan, and the way he shuddered above me seemed to hint that it might have been true. He stayed on top of me momentarily, before he finally pulled up to look down at me in awe.

  "Fuck," he whispered. "You'll be pregnant within a week once you're a Goddess," he whispered.

  "What?" I laughed at him.

  "If it feels that good, we'll never stop fucking this tight little pussy," he gave another shallow thrust into me as he softened.

  "How about you get the Hell out of the way so we can feel it?" Shep grunted, and Tate sighed before pulling out and rolling away. When I sat up, I found Hollis sitting perched on the edge of one of the armchairs, that massive cock pointed up and waiting for me.

  "Bring that cum-filled cunt over here and sit on it, Pet," he teased, and I stumbled up from the bed to walk over to him. I could feel all three releases dripping down my thighs as I went, but I'd long ago passed the point of modesty where these males were concerned. Straddling Hollis' hips, I sank down on him slowly, feeling him stretch me wide until he pressed against the end of me. His hands went to my hips, guiding me up and down over and over until my body had time to adjust.

  When my face had morphed from discomfort to pleasure, Shep's hand came down in a hard crack against my ass. I moaned shamefully, feeling his cock slip between my legs. Hollis stilled my hips with only half his length inside me, letting Shep guide himself to slide against his shaft and line up at my entrance.

  I let out a deep breath, groaning when Shep applied pressure to the entrance and worked his head inside.

  My eyes rolled back. "Gods," I murmured.

  "That we are, love," Shep murmured, ever the arrogant fuck. And then they moved, alternating, one retreating and one surging forward while I whimpered beneath. Feeling them sliding against one another inside me, I leaned against Hollis' chest, his arms wrapped around me and holding me still, while Shep spread my ass cheeks to watch where they fucked me.

  I never wanted it to end.

  I wanted it to stop.

  I didn't know my own fucking name.

  I melted into a puddle between them, letting them use my pussy to make love to one another as much as they made love to me, and when Shep roared behind me and flooded me with heat, Hollis groaned in my ear and followed him over the edge and the feel of both of them pulsing inside me sent me hurtling into one last orgasm that shredded me.

  I barely noticed when Shep pulled out, backing away, and Hollis lifted me to carry me over to the bed. I wrapped my limbs around him, clinging to him for support because I didn't feel capable of standing on my own.

  Of functioning.

  My world started and ended with them. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed in that moment. When the others wrapped themselves around us, I felt like I'd gone home.

  I didn't want to think about the walk of shame I'd have to do to get back to the private areas and my room. Didn't want to consider how the others might judge me for the time I spent with my males. I knew no one would ever understand the bond between us, that they'd never fully grasp how while I was the epicenter of our love making sexually, because I had the only pussy, that they loved one another just as fiercely as they loved me.

  It wasn't accepted, was typically rare to find a God who did more than just experiment with same-sex interactions in that way. It was the same for the Goddesses, and outright relationships between same sex Gods were just unheard of. It was just as much their duty to procreate as it was ours in a lot of ways, though they at least got to exist even if they didn't have a mate.

  Just when I thought I might fall asleep, that my world would drift into nothingness, a knock came at the door and reality intruded. "Visitation is over. Time to go." The guard who knocked announced, and I had to laugh. At least we'd had time to finish. Going back to my rooms and finishing myself off would have been depressing.

  "When will I see you again?" I asked, though in reality I knew it would probably be once the Sire Trials started.

  "As soon as we can manage, beautiful," Ryle whispered, nuzzling my nose with his and then standing so they could all dress. I followed suit, hesitantly slipping my dress on over my head. In the mirror against the wall, my hair was a mess of pink waves. It was obvious that I'd gotten laid, the worst of sex hair I'd ever seen.

  I owned it. I had no plans of ever sleeping with anyone other than them, so it seemed silly to be ashamed of my relationship that would undoubtedly be very public once they became my official Sires.

  After kisses goodbye that were too brief, I made my way down the hallway. Colm spotted me, and his face melted into relief when he saw me. It quickly faded to shock when he took in my more haggard appearance. "Mireyah, please tell me you were with Lathyn."

  "I wasn't," I said with a yawn.

  "Mireyah," he warned, pinching his nose and his tone venturing toward warning.

  "Don't. Not today, okay? Just let me be happy for a bit." When he nodded, I walked by and went straight to my room where I passed out without taking my dress off.

  Chapter 17

  Mireyah

  An Unwanted male Sylfe fetched me from the Visitation area after lunch. He just told me to follow him without explaining why, but given how many things were happening in my current life, I just stood and followed him.

  Then I’d waited in complete silence for ten minutes, cursing myself for not bringing my book along with me. I cast my eyes to the ceiling as I leaned back on my chair, wishing my wait could just finally be over.

  The door to the room opened softly, and I looked over, hopeful because I was going out of my mind with boredom. Colm stepped in and nodded the moment he saw me. In his wake was Edlynne Nastroj, his deputy and Caprice, the one upon whose shoulders Sylfeshire rested.

  Colm walked over to stand before me. I looked up at him expectantly, but his face was blank as he allowed Edlynne to stand beside him and Caprice to position herself in front of them.

  "Good day, Mireyah. Are you having a good day?" Caprice's question threw because it was the last thing I could imagine that anyone would ask me when it seemed like such an important and heavy moment.

  "Hello, Mother Caprice. I am well, thank you for asking?" Even though I didn't mean to do so, I ended it on a question because that was how I felt - curious and impatient. It wasn't a very nice combination, or so I knew from all the years I'd been alive in this world.

  "That's good to hear," she replied with a big smile and it took all I had in me not to tell her to move her ass and demand she not waste my time because as nice as she was, I had a feeling she wouldn't be too willing to have me disrespect her in that manner. Her tolerance must only go so far.

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p; Behind her, Edlynne Nastroj laughed and grabbed Colm's arm. "Mother Caprice, Mireyah appears to be annoyed. Patient she is not."

  "No, she is not," Colm agreed with a laugh. "Mother Caprice, she is about to explode. I can imagine just how much it is chafing at the bit as she tries not to demand that you tell her what is going on."

  Caprice nodded and laughed along with the two other Gods in the room. "Of course. I apologize, my dear. I have never been known for my abruptness. I find it way too much fun to take the longest route when there are several available. No, I'm afraid it is more Anselm's realm to barrel on to things as fast as possible although you mustn't tell him I said so." She laughed again and shook her head, the long black strands of her hair flying around a face that was youthful. "But I’m sure you wish that he was the one you had to deal with than me."

  "Yes," I answered truthfully, although whatever heaviness and resentment that was building inside me crumbled at the way Caprice was handling the situation.

  "I'm sure that the events of a few nights ago contribute to whatever patience you are experiencing at the moment." Her smile was so simple, so casual that I doubted she could know what had happened.

  But she was a God, and not just a simple one, but one of the four Core Gods.

  My mouth dropped open as she said it as I remembered me and my guys. How we had been together for the first time in five years and the way every single moment had been bittersweet, me not wanting it to end but also me wondering if I was making the proper decision.

  I looked over at Colm to see if he had said something, but the way he looked at Caprice told me he hadn’t.

  "That being said, it’s time for us to set boundaries on what needs to happen now that you are officially part of the Sire trials. I mentioned it on the day you were given the men’s crystals, their symbols of Intent but you will also need to prove that you are worthy for them to fight for you. Thus, this is also a warning. In five days, I will see you again and during this time, I will test your readiness."