by Kenna Bardot
I shot him a look. Sometimes, I had to wonder if any of my thoughts were truly my own. "Plans?"
"Yes. It's not exactly a secret that you abhor Gods and everything we stand for, or the very least, the dark and bad parts of us I'm not too proud to admit. That and you wish to fight for the rights of the humans you've left behind."
"You're not wrong," I admitted, even as I frowned in thought.
"Given the controversial nature of a relationship comprising one female with five males who share her, albeit equally, I can safely say that it would be more of an uphill battle to get what you wish to achieve especially given the fact that you'll first have to fight to get your unorthodox relationship accepted." He shot me a look, and I knew he wasn't wrong. It was something I had thought about.
However, there was something that he wasn't taking into consideration. "I love them."
"How long will love last when hardships try to taint it?" He shot his eyebrow up at me even as I continued frowning at him.
"I understand that you might think our relationship is strained given what had happened yesterday after my victory time with Lathyn Majele. However, I want to respectfully tell you that you're wrong, and I resent the fact that you have not kept your objectivity." I took a deep breath and plowed on, "I do not doubt that Lathyn is a great catch. Truth be told, if I did not have the guys, I would be more than happy to choose him and be satisfied in his company. However, I do not love him. And that would not have been so important were it not for the fact that I'm already in love. If that's all you wanted to talk to me about, I'm afraid there's no changing my mind."
He sighed and looked at me for a few more moments silently before shaking his head. "Fine. I understand that I can't change your mind on this. I am warning you, however, that not everything can go your way.”
“I already know that, Colm, thank you.”
And I left, wanting more than anything to see my men again. Given how passionately Colm spoke in opposition to them, it made me worried about what my future would be.
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I rushed down the hallway, sighing out a relieved breath when I noted that the sun was higher in the sky, showing that it wasn't an unholy hour in the early morning. Maybe about thirty minutes before breakfast, which was as good a time as any as I knocked on Astraea's door. "Aes, you awake?"
"Yes," an annoyed voice replied. "But I'm not ready. I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast, Mireyah."
"Dammit, no, no. It's not about breakfast. It's too early for breakfast. Just open the damned door." I gave it another knock just to annoy her into opening it.
"Why the fuck are you so alive this early? Don't tell me you've turned into a morning person, you night owl. Lysandra was bad enough. I can't have you disturbing me this early." She slammed the door shut the moment I entered, barely missing the tips of my long pink hair. I raised my eyebrows when I saw that she was half-dressed and with her hair still in a messy braid. It was a rather startling thing to see, given she was someone who was always perfectly put together.
"Look, I'm sorry I bothered you. I can go if you want me to.” I raised my shoulders, trying to make myself look as sorry as possible. Astraea did eventually relent with a sigh even as she fastened her skirt.
"Fine, fine. You can stay but talk while I’m getting ready. What did you want to talk to me about?" She pulled at her hair to detangle it from the braids, combing out the pink curls as she sat in front of her vanity mirror.
"Well, do you still want to talk to Oryn? Remember, you asked me the other day if we could make a plan so you can have some alone time with Oryn and I could have some time with my men? Well, you can take my place when we meet to read together." I shrugged. I wondered why she wanted to talk to Oryn. It made sense to wait until victory time, but I wasn’t one to complain about opportunity.
She raised an eyebrow at me. "And how do we plan to do that?"
I gestured to her ear. "The cuff. I know we can't take it off, but I found some stones that you can use to pretend that you're me. Oh, and you can wear my outfit of choice. Since you're always in sleeveless, it's easy for them to assume that it's me rather than you." I paused because she didn't look too convinced. "Failing that, we can ask Lysandra about the secret entrance she uses to escape Visitation. Hasn’t she shared that with you?"
Astraea laughed. "She didn’t, because I didn’t want to cause any trouble. But, yes, we can just sneak around.”
"You can take my book, open it as you're walking to hide your face and then run to the alcove." I then explained to her in very exact detail how to find my Oryn. "Get it?"
"Yes. I didn't know that was where he spent all his time and when I went out that day he was there, by the fountain. Waiting for me in plain sight. Now I wonder what would have happened if I'd ran into him years before." She shrugged. "Well, we'll never know. It might have been a bad thing. Is Oryn coming today? Do you want to talk to him about the guys?”
"He is, yes. And I will thank you!" I hugged her, making her wince when I pulled a bit at her hair. "Oops, sorry. Breakfast?"
"Yes. Get the hell out of here and leave me to peacefully fix my hair."
"Okay!" I swung towards the door, skipping as I did so. I didn’t know when it would be, but I was looking forward to seeing my guys.
Chapter 29
Mireyah
Four days later, Oryn brought the guys into Sylfeshire when I was out in the Visitation area. I didn’t know how he managed it, and I didn’t want to know. But I was thankful for it.
I darted into the private room, not daring to glance over my shoulder at the guards who stood at the end of the hall. They didn't know who I was, only saw a Sylfe going to one of the rooms intended for pleasure. It was nothing out of the ordinary, not with the way I kept my hair styled over my ear cuff.
Regardless, it wasn't like I wasn't allowed to screw the Gods after some had Declared for me. I just wasn't allowed to spend extra time with those who had Declared. I could still screw any of the others if I desired. It was a flawed and disgusting system.
It didn't even seem uncommon that it would happen, many viewing it as their last chance to have sexual freedom before being tied down to one God for the rest of their lives. Kind of like a long, drawn out sex fest.
And while I planned on having a sex fest of my own, it was with my men and my men alone.
When the door closed behind me, I smiled in relief when they all stared back at me. Each of them with eyes warm, despite the hesitation I'd put there by being so in my head the last time I saw them. I hated myself for wasting the time with them, hated that time was so precious.
And I'd been too frustrated to enjoy it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did the last time we saw each other. I wish I hadn't. It's just hard for me to be so open about our relationship in public. I don't want people to think I'm the very thing I hate about this place, the relentless push for us to just spread our legs and move on to the next God." Even on my walk to meet the guys, I'd passed private rooms where the doors were cracked open. Private rooms where Gods rutted between a Sylfe's legs, came, and the next took his place. Where a male Sylfe was expected to pleasure one Goddess with his hand, one with his mouth, and one with his cock and somehow keep up with it and give them all what they needed.
Talk about patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time.
They consented to it, so there was nothing wrong with it. It just wasn't me.
"You need not be sorry, Winter Girl," Ryle said, stepping up into my space. His hand stroked my cheek affectionately as he smiled down at me. "We understand that this place must be difficult for you. To have some rights but not others, half in and half out of our lives. You're alone here, whereas at least we have one another. Particularly since the reveal of our relationship to one another. There's no point to hiding now." Sorrow thumped through me, that the revelation of their relationship had happened because of me and had been my fault. I didn't want them to have
to hide who they were and who they loved, but I hated that it hadn't happened on their terms.
"We don't have a lot of time," I whispered, choosing to ignore the sorrow in favor of feeling something again. "I want to feel you. All of you. It could be our last chance-"
"Don't," Char warned, glaring at me with his intense white eyes. "Don't you even dare think it."
"We won't give you up. There's no chance we'll let either of them win, not now that we know exactly how valuable the last Trial is. We know if we fail that, then we will probably fail you," Tate answered, hovering just behind Ryle.
"We'll fight for you. Kill for you. Lathyn and Ashric will never touch you again, do you understand me?" Shep asked, his voice cracking through the room like thunder.
I nodded, even if I still wondered if it was even possible for them to win. It depended on the Trial, but Lathyn just seemed so formidable, so determined, so experienced in ways that they just couldn't be with their youth. I wanted to believe them, but I also had to be realistic.
I wouldn't waste the opportunity we had in that moment, just to be safe.
So I shoved the shoulders of my dress down until it pooled at my feet, leaving me nude once I toed off my silk slippers. "I still want to feel you all," I murmured.
Hollis stepped forward, those red eyes glinting playfully. "For once," he said. "I'm going first. I don't care if it hurts you, you'll take it for me. Won't you, Pet?" he asked, stroking the back of his hand down over my neck and making me shudder in pleasure as his fingers brushed against my nipple lightly.
"Yes," I whispered. The pain might have scared me once, the thought of taking Hollis at all was no easy task let alone after weeks of celibacy, but I wanted him.
Wanted that bite of pain he offered when he was inside me.
He leaned down into my face, his lips brushing against mine lightly as he picked me up and dropped me on the bed. I spread my legs shamelessly, laying spread eagle on the bed as they all stepped up around it and surrounded me.
As exposed as I was, as claustrophobic as it might have felt for anyone else, I knew it was the safest place I could ever be. The thought they'd hurt me before couldn't even dampen the bright light of love that shone in their eyes as they stripped off their own clothes. Hollis climbed onto the bed between my legs, sucking his finger into his mouth and then stroking it through my folds and sliding it inside me. My back arched off the bed, feeling so exposed with that as the only point of contact between us. He touched me nowhere else. None of them did as they approached the bed and sat on it. I moaned, anticipation coursing through my body.
"Please," I begged. Shep and Ryle grinned at me from opposite sides of the bed, and each of them tucked a hand behind my knees and shoved me open wider. I could feel their eyes on the way Hollis slid that finger in and out of me, pulling back to add a second to my entrance and thrust in harshly. With a playful smirk, Hollis lowered himself to the floor, putting his face at the same level as my pussy as the others held me open for him.
The first touch of his tongue to my clit was like a live wire, making my body jolt off the bed. He groaned into me, and settled right into a vicious, devouring rhythm of nips and swirling licks that drove me higher and higher. His fingers inside me increased in tempo, the man who normally took the time to build me to a crescendo slowly instead shoving me headfirst into an orgasm with a punishing finger fuck that made me have to bite my fist to muffle my scream of pleasure. He kissed my thigh as he pulled away, then murmured words that brought a smile to my face. "You have five men to get off and you need to do that before we get caught. I'll eat you for hours once you're ours."
"Kay," I murmured, giggling as he dragged me further down to the foot of the bed. The men shifted around me, waiting while Hollis lined himself up and slid his cock through my folds to get himself wet.
He always needed all the lube he could get.
So he had worked himself up thoroughly by the time he pressed his head to my entrance, stretching me even before he could enter me. That girth always seemed impossible at first, but given that I'd taken two men in my pussy at once, I knew it would work.
It always did.
So I let out a deep breath, writhing my hips on him to help him work his way inside me with shallow pulses that took him a little deeper each time. I wanted it, wanted him.
Wanted to be full. So full.
By the time he hit the end of me, I felt like I might explode in another orgasm, but I couldn't. Not so soon. I'd never make it through all five of them if I went into a sex coma before he finished with me.
He slid out slowly, gliding through me in slow thrusts that drove me mindless. I watched him intently, the spot where he slid through my tender tissue so closely that I almost missed the moment Shep knelt on the edge of the bed and Hollis leaned down to draw him into his mouth as he fucked me. They both groaned, and there was something so fucking intoxicating about the fact that Hollis got off and pleasuring Shephard just as much as Shephard enjoyed the heat of his mouth.
I wanted to watch, wanted to reassure myself that even if they lost me, they'd have each other. The bond they had with one another would sustain them. I just had to hope that in my absence they'd stay together.
Because what they had was too beautiful to lose.
Ryle took away my view, straddling my chest so that his length bobbed in front of my face. When he used a hand to guide himself to my lips, I opened and drew him inside. His groan matched the ones I'd heard from Shep and Hollis, pure, manly pleasure. Hollis picked up his pace between my legs, fucking me hard and deep and so hard that I thought he might fuck through my cervix.
With each strike of pleasurable pain, I wondered if I would care. It might kill me, but it would be the best way to go, I suspected.
After a few pulses in my mouth, Ryle withdrew and scooted down to straddle my ribs. I smirked up at him, because he had promised that he would do this to me one day. With a satisfied smile, I pressed my breasts together so he could glide his shaft through the center. His fingers went to my nipples, grabbing them harshly and twisting as he fucked my cleavage and peaked out the top. I was tempted to dart out my tongue and lick him. With Hollis thrusting between my legs, I wanted nothing more than to feel one of my other men slide into my throat.
What they'd done to me had corrupted me to where I knew having one man in my life would never be enough. Anytime one of them was inside me, I just wanted more, needed more. Needed to be so full I thought they might rip me apart.
I'd only just opened my mouth and slid my tongue out when Char reached over and took hold of my chin. He turned me, thrusting into my open mouth that I'd intended for Ryle. He struck the back of my throat so suddenly that I gagged around him, but he never relented. He shoved deeper until I had no choice but to swallow around him and take him all the way. The hair at the base of his cock tickled my nose, and I fought the urge to breathe. I let him control it, trusted that he'd know when I couldn't choke on him any longer. I sucked in a deep, gasping breath when he released me.
There was a wet sound and a groan, and Hollis chuckled as the sound of Shep popping free from his mouth sounded in the room. "Oh, she liked that. She fucking flooded me."
Shep groaned, and I had to imagine Hollis sucking him deep again as he pounded away at me. "Do it again," my purple-eyed man ordered. "She will need it for when he loosens up her ass for me." I moaned, wincing when a hand buried in my hair and Tate shoved to the back of my throat without warning. His silver eyes stared down at me, watching my face as I took him all the way and he fucked my face harshly. Tears stung my eyes, and I wanted to weep by the time he let me breathe again.
Hollis murmured a muffled, "fuck" as I spasmed around him. He slipped free from me, leaving me to clench around nothing as he slid down and pressed the head to my ass.
"Wait-" I protested, because they'd never not warmed me up before taking me there. For them to not do so before Hollis took it was inconceivable. But Tate turned my head to Char again, muffling my pr
otests when he slid inside my mouth. He didn't go as deep, but still controlled my ability to breathe with the harsh rhythm he set as he fucked my face. Hollis pressed forward, giving steady pressure that felt like it would split me open. "Mmm," I moaned, and even I couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain.
But that steady pressure meant he made headway, pressing through the outer ring until the head popped inside me, and I shrieked when Char slid free from my mouth. "You're gonna take me so good, Pet," Hollis murmured, running a hand over my upper thighs. Ryle slid off my stomach, moving to help spread me wide again as Shep did the same.
I could feel all three of them staring down at where only the head of Hollis' cock was inside me. Ryle turned a wide smile up to me, reaching down with his other hand to circle my clit as he leaned over and kissed Hollis while I watched. When Shep's hand drifted down to my pussy too, slipping two fingers inside my pussy, I moaned. Too much, so much contact. Char and Tate each reached a hand down to toy with my nipples as Hollis plunged forward, spearing me open with his massive cock until I wanted to cry. Ryle and Shep took turns kissing Hollis, and I'd never felt more used than I felt at the moment when Tate and Char leaned over to devour each other's mouths in a passionate kiss.
I wanted to hate it, wanted to protest that nobody kissed me.
But when Char pulled back and smiled at me as Tate took my mouth in a deep kiss that tasted of both he and Char, I knew they did it intentionally. They loved to make me feel used, and I realized that when it came to them, I loved to feel it.
I loved the moments when they used my body to make love to one another, when I was just an extension of them. It seemed counter-intuitive, but I felt more at home, more a part of their bond when they treated me like I was just another one of them.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," Hollis groaned, and then he slowly pulled free from my ass. I wanted him back, wanted all of them back when Ryle and Shep took their hands away.