Sylfic

by Kenna Bardot

  "Who's next?" Char asked with a grin, and then Ryle gathered me up in his arms and lifted me off the bed. With his ridiculously strong arms underneath my legs, he lowered me onto his cock and slid balls deep in my pussy so suddenly that I gasped. With my arms wrapped around his neck, the position put my face right in his, and I dove my lips down on his in a desperate plea for intimacy.

  While I loved feeling used, I also loved when I felt like their world revolved around me.

  Our relationship was complicated, a mix of thorns and roses that were beauty and pain all twisted together. I wouldn't have changed it for the world, not when Ryle tangled his tongue with mine and worshiped my mouth in the way he knew I needed. He lifted me effortlessly, lowering me back down slowly as he took full control of my body, and I let him.

  And I definitely wouldn't have changed a single moment when Shep's hands landed on each of my ass cheeks, spreading me wide and thrusting up and into me like he'd promised. With both of them inside me, I wanted to cry from the fullness, from the pleasure.

  They worked together to lift me off them and then drop me down to take them balls deep all at once, stuffing me so tightly that I could feel them stroking against each other, only a thin barrier between them.

  "Fill her with cum," Char ordered, and I whimpered at the command, so desperate to feel it. I didn't know why Hollis hadn't let himself finish, but from the command in Char's voice they had plans for me.

  It both terrified me and excited me.

  Ryle was the first to groan his release, taking my lips in a kiss as he flooded me with heat. The warmth sent me over the edge, finally unable to resist the orgasm that Hollis built and Ryle finished. Shep groaned as Ryle stilled, pulling back and thrusting into my ass savagely as he finished himself off inside me.

  By the time they lowered me to my feet, I felt obscene. I'd been soaking wet before they came inside me. I turned to look at the bed, finding Char laid out in the middle, holding his cock in hand and stroking it leisurely.

  "Come sit on my cock, Little Sylfe," he murmured, and I raised my brow at him before grinning and climbing into the bed. Fluid leaked from me as I swung a leg over his hips, sinking down on him until my ass rested on his thighs. I slid my hips back, rocking them over him so that my clit ground against his pubic bone. He looked up at me, warmth in his stark eyes. When a hand hit the back of my head and shoved me to lie against his chest, I chuckled when Tate's hand came down on my ass in a sharp slap.

  "It should be a crime for one woman to take our cocks as well as you do, Mireyah," he murmured, lining himself up to slide into my pussy alongside Char. I whimpered at the stretch, even while I loved it. "But you feel so fucking good wrapped around us and stuffed full."

  I moaned at the filth in his words as he moved himself against Char. "I think we should see just how much we can stretch you open," Char murmured, and I turned my head where it rested against his chest to look up at him in confusion.

  Then from the corner of my eye, I watched Hollis approach the bed again. Tate leaned back, his warmth leaving me so that only his cock and thighs touched me. "No," I hissed, squirming in Char's lap as he worked to hold me still.

  "You'll like it, Pet. You like everything we do to you so this won’t be any different" Hollis murmured, and I felt him bend down to squat behind me. He pressed himself to my ass, pushing forward even when my body tried to keep him out. It was too much, with Tate and Char in my pussy there was just no way-

  And then he slid inside, making me scream into the hand he wrapped around to slap over my mouth. When I quieted, he released me, but none of them moved. I whimpered. "Oh Gods, oh Gods."

  "Damn right we're Gods," Ryle chuckled from somewhere behind me. "And that is fucking hot."

  Char and Hollis could only make shallow thrusts into me from their position, and they moved in tandem. In and out in one steady rhythm that opposed Tate's. But Tate's thrusts were anything but shallow, deep and long rolls of his hips that he somehow maneuvered until his balls smacked against Char's. I moaned, feeling like those glides of his fucked all three of us. He eventually lost his rhythm as his own orgasm approached, and there were moments where all three of them shoved inside me at once.

  It hurt.

  It felt so good.

  I didn't know who I was anymore.

  So when he groaned his release, twitching inside me and then slid out, I whimpered at the loss. I didn't know if I wanted him back or if I was grateful for the reprieve.

  Hollis slid his lean legs down to kneel behind me, fucking into me so much more harshly and thoroughly than he'd been able to with Tate inside me. I cried out, feeling his balls smack against Char and I without mercy. "Shit. Fuck," I groaned, unable to do anything but lay there and take it. Take what he gave me.

  "Fucking come. Flood Char's cock with that wet little pussy," Hollis groaned, slapping my ass harshly and shoving me over the edge into a final orgasm. He followed after me, grunting as he filled my ass with his release.

  When he pulled out, Char flipped me to my back, shoving himself balls deep into my pussy and groaning. "Does this pussy want more cum?" he asked as he pulled out. I whimpered, opening my eyes to see him staring down at my pussy. I considered closing my legs, considered what a mess I must have been in that moment, but the blinding heat in his white eyes made it so I didn't dare. He slapped it, and the wet sound that hit my ears was filthy.

  Wrong.

  But my pussy clenched pleasurably.

  "Does it?" he repeated.

  "Yes, Char. Come inside my pussy," I begged, reaching out a hand to draw him back to me. He thrust inside before pulling out, watching my pussy try to draw him back inside.

  "Fuck! This pussy is going to kill us all. When you're ours," he grunted, shoving back in and holding my knees high so that he could get as deep as possible. "You will spend every hour of your life with one of us inside you. I swear to Gods." The declaration made my heart clench, because even if it had to be an exaggeration, I wanted it.

  I wanted to feel sore every day of my life because they took me constantly.

  Because I wanted them to be mine.

  "Char, please!" I begged, and the urgency in my voice seemed to send him spiraling over the edge. He shoved deep, his release pulsing against my cervix. He dropped down, pressing a kiss to my lips that felt like everything we needed to say but couldn't as we caught our breaths. “Fuck,” he whispered, and my heart clenched with the reminder of the way I craved their blessings inside me.

  It felt like love.

  I dreaded the fact that I needed to go. That they needed to try to sneak out unnoticed. Just for a moment, I let myself pretend that being piled onto a bed in their arms was my life.

  It was the best life I could have dreamed of.

  Chapter 30

  Mireyah

  Astraea had been tight-lipped about her secret time with Oryn, but she blushed and giggled anytime I brought up his name. I felt certain that I hadn't been the only one to get lucky, and I couldn't have been more proud of the friend who hadn't wanted to even speak to Oryn for decades.

  And I was so fucking happy for Oryn, who finally got laid by the woman of his dreams.

  Lys glared at Astraea, crossing her arms over her chest moodily. "You know, Lys, you might be less cranky if you had sex. I understand your reasons for not touching the Gods, but maybe Theo-"

  She stabbed her finger through the air at me. "Do not finish that sentence. I will cut you," she argued. I chuckled, tossing a bite of pastry into my mouth and smirking at her cheekily. Astraea gave me wide eyes, like she couldn't quite believe I'd suggest that my super moody friend get laid. I didn't know if Lysandra was a virgin or not, had no way of knowing when she refused to talk about the human boyfriend she'd had before the Gods pried her away from her own home many decades ago.

  It was likely that the man she pined away for wasn't even alive any longer.

  “Miss?” an attendant asked as I turned and nodded at her. “Madam Edlynne wants to spe
ak to you. She’s in the silver classroom."

  I swallowed, nodding and doing my best not to give away my nerves. I couldn't let them see me shake, couldn't indicate that I'd done anything wrong. Maybe it was entirely innocent, and we'd been successful in hiding our unsanctioned rendezvous. At any rate, it was promising that Astraea hadn't been summoned.

  "Thank you," I murmured, stepping away from the table and going to the classroom where Edlynne held her sessions.

  "Ah, Mireyah. Thank you for coming so quickly," she said, taking a seat at her desk. She motioned to the chair in front of it, and I smiled as peacefully as I could manage before taking my seat.

  "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked even as I pried my hands apart. Clenching them together felt too much like an admission of guilt.

  "I've received a report that you've broken the rules of isolation. Have you seen the group of five Gods who Declared for you outside of approved time?"

  I didn't need to fake how her accusation rang in my head or made my heart spin. If they were disqualified, I'd never see them again. They'd never win me against Lathyn if they couldn't even compete. "How would I be able to do something like that?" I asked instead.

  She narrowed her eyes on me, seemingly not missing the fact that I hadn't answered her question. She didn't press further, but sighed. "You know, I understand. I understand that you have feelings for them, but you will not have an easy life with them, Mireyah. You should consider your long-term comfort and the fact that managing a household with all those relationships and the drama and the tension will wear on you. It will wear on your ability to produce children. Lathyn would be the smart choice-"

  I glared at her, feeling my nostrils flare as my hands bunched into fists. I was so beyond sick and tired of everyone pushing me at a man who didn't love me. A man who I didn't and would never love.

  She sighed, seeming to realize the futility of that point of argument. "Very well. As there is no actual proof of you or them breaking the rules, we cannot punish you for it. But I would caution you that you will be watched closely from this point forward. Do not think about making the same mistake again."

  "I won't break the rules, Edlynne," I agreed, because I wouldn't. We'd all known it would be a one-time thing. That we only risked it in case it was our last chance to be together.

  It felt foolish in hindsight, like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

  But desperate women did foolish things when they were in love, and I was no different.

  ✽✽✽

  I stood in front of a mirror in the main space, combing my fingers through my hair before I could go outside to sit in the sun for the day. I wished that I could tie my hair back somehow to get it off my shoulders since my dress left them exposed. It wasn't like I could tan, but just the feel of the sun on my skin made me feel human.

  My lips tipped up into a smile, even if I felt eager for the Trial I knew that was coming.

  I couldn't help but feel pleased that I'd gotten away with sneaking time with the guys. By the time I made my way outside, the lips tipped had transformed into a full-blown smile. I believed that they would fight for me.

  I couldn't let myself panic until the time came, until I was actually faced with the fact that I may not go home with them at the end of all this shit. So I let myself enjoy the blessing that was the eternally nice weather, wishing that Varo could feel the sun on his face and be warm as I was.

  One day.

  The fountain was too crowded, and it seemed like far too many people wanted to be outside that day, so I tucked myself away into one of the more private alcoves near the pools, on the other side of the alcove where I’d met Oryn. The sun shone into the center of the meadow, with trees surrounding it and a comfortable chaise lounge in the center. I went to it, setting my book down on the plush surface. I'd barely touched my butt to the seat and gotten my legs up underneath me when the branches of the tree to my right rattled like someone was charging through.

  I sat still, quietly watching and waiting for whoever might come. I considered calling for help, but what if it was one of my men? What if they'd broken the rules again? I couldn't expose them.

  I stood, staring into the woods with apprehension.

  I never saw the hand that wrapped around my mouth coming from behind me. I never stood a chance at stopping it from silencing my scream as the man attached to it used it to pull me back to the lounge. My back hit the surface, and Ashric stepped around me to look down at me. That hand never left my lips, and he smirked when I leveled him with the fiercest glare I could muster.

  "Oh, don't be like that, wife. I know how much you like to sneak around when your keepers aren't watching." He sneered and climbed into the lounge, hiking up my dress just high enough that he could spread my legs apart forcefully and put his knees there to lean over me. One hand came down next to my head, and I wished I could turn my head and bite him, but the hand on my mouth pressed so hard it felt like my lip might cut on my teeth.

  "I’ll let you speak, but if you talk, I'll make sure your keepers know just how hard you let the others fuck you when you snuck them in. An accusation of impropriety from a Declared carries a lot of weight here. Understood?"

  I snarled into his hand but nodded. He'd left me with no choice, not if I wanted my males to compete for me. "You're one to talk. You're breaking all the rules of Sylfeshire. Touching me without permission, being here without approval from the Core Gods and Colm."

  "Maybe." He shrugged, and his hand touched my cheek. His thumb traced over my cheekbone, and he stared intently at the motion. As if he couldn't quite believe what he felt when he touched me. "What is it about you that gets all of them so riled up over you?" he whispered, and I wondered if the question was for me or him.

  "Why don't you ask yourself that, since you’re acting like a fucking psychopath right now. Do you see the way you're touching me? The way you're looking at me?" I hissed, jerking my head away from his touch. He narrowed his glinting black eyes at me, cupping his hand around my head to press his forehead to mine and hold me still. His thumb touched my lip, and I was reminded of the way Lathyn had done similarly. Of the way he’d forced the taste of him onto me to tease me into craving him the way only a Sylfe could crave a God. I winced when he forced my mouth open and bit his thumb so sharply he tugged it back. But the damage was done.

  "I'm perfectly aware of just how obsessed I've become. If anything, I don't think you even remotely understand what you've done. What you've woken in me. You've turned me into a monster. All I do is think about what I'll do with you when I get you under me, when I can strip you naked and enjoy every inch of your pale skin. When I can whip you and spank you and bite you. I know you'll like it. Now I know you like it when they do it, and that's only made me more intoxicated with you. Maybe you can be enough. Maybe I don't even have to break you, because you can tame the monster who craves the pain. You can give me what I need." He groaned, and I flinched back as much as he would allow.

  My eyes clenched shut, wanting to wash away his touch and his dirty promises of things I would never want.

  Not from him.

  I wouldn't let him make me feel like there was something wrong with me for enjoying the way my males fucked me.

  "I'll never give you anything," I said through gritted teeth, and those dark eyes glinted dangerously as if the monster he spoke of lingered just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.

  "You think they care about you anymore than I do? They wouldn't have risked their futures with you if they did. They don't care about protecting you from me. All they care about is having your body suck the cum from their balls," he grunted, and his face filled my vision as he touched his nose to mine. "They're just like me, and you're so fucked in the head that you want it."

  His lips touched the corner of my mouth briefly, making my body shiver and crawl with disgust before he sat up and knelt over me. His hand trailed a finger down the cleavage revealed in my dress, darting over to brush over the outline of
my nipple where it could be seen through the flimsy dress.

  "Remember, my darling. Our little secret," he whispered, touching his finger to his lips as he climbed off me and left through the woods the same way he'd come. I had no clue how he circled back to Sylfeshire unnoticed, but it was the only way with the protections around the property.

  When I finally sat up, I brushed my mouth off with the back of my hand, grabbed my book, and made my way to my room.

  I was locking myself in, and I wouldn't come out until it was all over.

  Chapter 31

  Mireyah

  I jolted awake in shock.

  Terror.

  Hands at my side. Hands at my legs, pulling and tugging me from the bed. I panicked, kicking out at those hands and remembering the way it had felt when Ashric cornered me less than a week ago. Had he somehow found his way into my room?

  My eyes tracked to the window, and I could swear I could see a hand pressed against the glass just like Ashric’s hand as it had pressed against the thick glass that had enclosed the Viewing room.

  He was there, and I had to escape. I would rather die than allow him to take me.

  "Get up. You have to get up now," an unfamiliar voice said, pulling me from the dark direction my thoughts had gone.

  There were two Unwanted Sylfes in my room - two guards I recognized who served around the place. They each carted me off the bed under the arm, dragging me out of my room and pulling me along the hall until we came into the empty common area.

  It was still dark, only the moonlight shining through the open windows and skylights. Where it normally seemed peaceful, something felt ominous. Like the house itself knew something was wrong, like it could feel the way my heart thudded in my chest and threatened to break free of the confines of my body.

  Where were the others?

  What hadn't Lysandra and Astraea been pulled from their beds?