“Why don’t you join me?”
“It is not allowed,” grits out Marlo, like he’s hurting.
If he won’t join me, then I’ll just have to join him, although I worry that when I leave the pink pool my hunger might abate.
Once I’m standing on the side of the pool, I check in with my body and am delighted that if anything my desire has only heightened now that I’m closer to him. Climbing his rock hard body like an oversexed monkey has my circuits close to blowing.
I have never wanted a man this much in my life, ever, and if he doesn’t fill me soon, I’m going to lose all reason.
“Fuck me!”
On getting no response to this request, other than feeling his iron-clad cock twitch against my slit, I add “Please. I need you so much.”
I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve asked nicely, but Marlo looks to be doing as I’ve requested if not as fast as I’d like.
“Not here,” he says, cradling my ass with his large hands. “Come, we have far to travel.”
I’m expecting more walking, but Marlo has other ideas and I know by the buzzing inside my head that even though he hasn’t put his hand on top of it that he’s about to zap us somewhere.
On popping into being at our new location it almost doesn’t look like we’ve gone anywhere. We’re still in a cavern but rather than be lit by eerily glowing walls, this one is lit by tapers. The pool we’re standing next to is also different. For one thing it’s not pink and there there’s a pedestal in the middle of it; one that’s covered in phallic carvings and looks to have been designed with one thing in mind. My juices can’t help themselves and respond with alacrity.
Luckily for my escalating libido, Marlo keeps hold of me and then walks down the wide steps of the pool and makes straight for the pedestal where he settles my ass. It’s surprisingly comfortable with dips for my cheeks and a gap in the rock to leave my sex fully exposed to whatever. Just thinking on it has me forming ripples.
The water of the pool laps gently against me and I have to admit to feeling some disappointment at my lack of reaction to it when compared to the pink water. Not that I need the extra stimulation.
“Lie back,” says Marlo, his voice thick with passion. I do so without thinking and it’s only when my heads hits the water that I wonder about drowning. But I don’t have enough time to panic before I feel my head and torso being supported, by what feels like solid rock. Weird given the pedestal had only been big enough to fit my ass when Marlo had first sat me on it.
I’m expecting some action between my legs, but Marlo moves to stand next to me where he bends down so that his lips can claim mine. No sooner have the enzymes on his tongue been absorbed by mine than my clit and G-spot are going off like popcorn. My nipples soon follow suit.
I’m only vaguely aware of Marlo laying one of his hands on my thigh but the two balls of energy he pulses into me soon have my attention. I haven’t experienced these since the night I’d first met all the brothers and had forgotten how good they felt.
They move up my leg before dropping under the surface of the water where one slips into my vagina while the other makes itself at home in my ass.
They explode in unison with the shock waves that envelope my body having me screaming my release over and over into Marlo’s eager mouth. I’m still screaming when he slides the first of many fingers deep inside me, stretching me, preparing me. Soon he’s nudging something else deep inside me. Something that’s big and hard, something that I know is not him because he’s still standing at my side.
“You need to build up to my size,” he says, by way of explanation when our lips part.
Yikes, I already feel full to overflowing by whatever it is that’s jammed inside me like some jumbo-sized Kegel. If I can hold that thing in once I’m standing, I’ll be able to crack nuts as a party piece.
Only once I’ve finished shuddering do I contemplate standing. Once upright, I last all of twenty seconds before the iron bullet drops to the bottom of the pool with a muted clang, narrowly missing my foot. He retrieves it and hands it to me and on seeing the size of it compared to his impressive length, I can’t help a gulp of trepidation; I’ve got a ways to go yet.
“Come,” says Marlo, holding his hand out to me.
“Are we going to make that offering to the goddess now?”
Marlo’s laughter booms around in the cavern, bouncing off the walls and coming at me from all directions. It’s only when he’s got himself under control that he can answer me. “You already did.”
“We did?”
He nods. “The goddess feeds off female lust and your dip in the pool should keep her happy for a long time.”
Marlo takes one of the tapers out of its holder and then steers me towards a split in the rock with his free hand that I hadn’t even noticed. I’m not sure where we’re headed too, but suspect there are a lot more of these iron bullets there, with every one of them bigger than the one I’m holding in my clammy grasp.
It’s only when we walk out of a tunnel and into another big cavern that I realize these must be Marlo’s private quarters. As to where they’re actually located, I wouldn’t have a clue. Because of the Nyphrazi ability to travel through space and time, we could be anywhere on earth and god only knows what year it is. The only thing I know for sure is that it’s night because of the expanse of black outside the wide mouth of the cave.
I realize on waking that I must have passed out on Marlo the night before. Not a good look, but, fuck it all, he was the one who’d overloaded my system. I’d demand another go around but I’m alone.
Looking about me it doesn’t take long to work out where I am, with the view through the mouth of the cave being instantly familiar. It’s only when I’m sitting up, that things start to get really weird. Swinging my legs over the side of the rock ledge, I leave the luxury of the furs behind and walk outside into the sunshine.
“You are fucking kidding me!”
Not only can I see The Metal Beast floating in the middle of that milky lake, but I can also see myself being fucked by Axel on that damned rock, while Praedytus, the God of All Desire, looks on.
Perhaps more disturbing than being in two places at once is that I’m getting turned on by watching the other me being skewered by the God of Nickel. I am one sick puppy.
My other self’s screams of release eventually break me out of the trance I’ve fallen into but I still have to shake my head to clear it completely before turning back to the cave. I’ve got a few questions for Marlo and my suddenly finding myself a twin is first on the list.
The cave is still empty and so I decide that now might be as good time as any to test out my new demi-god skills.
“Marlo, come to me.”
Nothing happens.
Please don’t tell me I need to be in agony or about to be killed by a bear for this to work.
I repeat myself with more of a demanding edge to my request.
Nada.
It’s only when I’ve gotten well and truly pissed, that he blinks into being in front of me.
“You took your time,” I say, unable to swallow my anger.
“The request only works when your emotions are at their strongest.”
I open my mouth to call bullshit but stop, thinking back on the past instances that I’d used the request and, dammit, he’s right. No hang on.
“What about when I requested Vyran at the cabin? I did that calmly enough.”
“How far away was he?”
“A couple of feet.”
“And were you experiencing any emotions?”
“Nope,” I say with confidence, being damned sure I wasn’t angry or scared at the time.
“Not even of a sexual nature?”
Rather than give him the satisfaction of proving me wrong, I press on.
“But none of you guys seem to have to rely on emotions for it to work.”
“We are gods. Not demi-gods.”
“Did you just call me weak?” I sa
y, bristling.
His only answer is to raise an eyebrow, before lifting his hand so he can show me what he’s holding.
“There’s no way that’s gonna fit!” I say, going very weak at the knees.
Thirty seconds! Eat ya heart out Kegel. I’d learned the hard way to keep my feet clear when I relaxed my muscles, having broken a couple of toes. Not that they’d stayed that way for long after Marlo sucked on them, with his technique such that my vagina had twitched in rhythm to the movement of his mouth. It was enough to give a girl a foot fetish.
“You are improving,” says Marlo, from directly behind me and giving me a big enough fright that I nearly break another toe.
“Fuck it!” I say, spinning around to glare at him. “Don’t do that.”
He’s grinning at my reaction like a five year old who’s just got one over on his sister, rather than the greatest healer the Nyphrazi have ever known.
“You need a break,” says Marlo, before taking my hand and leading me away from the cave.
I’m thrown when we walk down the path towards the beach and in the direction of the large magnetic rock where Axel is still fucking my other self’s brains out as though on a loop. I’d asked Marlo about my twin, but he’d been vague and even after listening to his explanation, I was still none the wiser.
Now I revel in the turn-on I get every time I watch myself being pummeled by that shiny nickel cock of Axel’s. If I’d thought it was a turn-on from up on the cliff, being close enough to hear all the slurping and moans of ecstasy has my bits humming in their need to get involved. It’s like a mirrored ceiling, but so much better.
I take a breath in readiness to ask Marlo what gives but he silences me with his lips before plunging that enzyme-laden tongue of his deep in my mouth.
This combined with the sounds of Axel burying himself deep inside my twin has my body vibrating with need. I want Marlo inside of me so bad but I know I’m not up to it yet.
God, even a tongue fuck would do.
Marlo instantly stops his oral exploration, and then pulls away so he can look closely at me.
I’m not sure what it is he sees but his hand lands on my head seconds later and we’re out of there and back up to his cave. Rather than still be standing next to each other, I can feel the furs caressing my back while Marlo’s mouth is smothering my sex.
“Oh, yes! More of that!” The words rush from my lips, followed by a sigh of bliss when he obeys.
He pushes my legs to the sides before flicking them over his shoulders so I’m open wide to his probing tongue, with him alternating between running it through my furrow until I’m arching up off the furs and then, after spreading my vagina wide with his fingers, tonguing me as deeply as he can.
I don’t know if he has control over the level of enzymes but this is the best session so far and I’m unable to stop myself from clenching my muscles around him to try and stop him withdrawing.
I hold on for as long as I can but when ripples run the length of his amazing organ, I’m unable to stop my own muscles trembling in unison with this nearly being enough to topple my self-control, even though this is something Marlo has been helping me with. I obviously need a lot more practice. Damn it, don’t think about the practice or it will all be over.
I’m disappointed when he pulls away but his tongue is soon replaced by something hard, large and incredibly hot. Something that only just fits.
Once the bullet is firmly in place, Marlo peels back the lips of my labia and then proceeds to drive the end of his tongue into my clit over and over before finally covering it with his mouth and sucking on it so hard that it pops out from under its hood.
“Oh, god. More!” I manager to grit out and am consumed with bliss when he complies.
I know the climax isn’t far off when I feel my vagina gripping the iron bullet and holding onto it tighter and tighter. When Marlo slides a finger in right next to the end of the bullet and presses hard on my G-spot, this is all it takes to have me disintegrate.
Chapter Three
We’re lying entwined in a heap on the furs when Marlo bursts my post coital glow.
“You are ready to take me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Rather than answer, he tugs on the chain of the bullet that is still sitting heavy in my vagina, and it pops free.
“Fuck me!” I’m unable to offer anything more articulate when I see the size of the monster he’s just removed. It hadn’t felt that big. It’d felt amazing. But it’s not covered in rivets is it now?
I can’t help a squeak when Marlo drops the brute noisily on the floor of the cave and sets about removing the chain that secures that armored cock of his around his waist.
“What are you doing?”
“You said ‘fuck me’, so I am.”
“What? No! It’s a figure of speech, not an instruction.”
I’m unable to stop a snort of laughter on seeing the look of disappointment on his face.
“Maybe after a swim in the lake?” I say, in appeasement.
“I am unable to go in the lake. It would be painful.”
“But I saw your dad in there and he didn’t seem to be having any trouble.”
“My father does not wear a fettyr.”
I think on this for a minute before the implications dawn on me. Holy hell, thoughts of seeing Marlo without his fettyr are doing funny things to my insides. He’d be massive and that’s no longer as scary as it once was.
“Is there anywhere I can go swimming that’s colder than the lake?”
“How cold?” says Marlo, running his finger through my still damp cleft.
“Icy!”
As the days pass, Marlo puts more pressure on me to fuck him. He’s never aggressive about it but his reminders that the Festival of Obis is drawing near are constant, to the point I can stall no longer.
I walk out of the cave and join him on the slab of rock that doubles as the cave’s deck. “So, let’s do this thing,” I say, with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, but the look on his face lets me know I should have tried harder. “Sorry, but it’s just a bit daunting is all. It’s the rivets.”
“I am told they are the best bit,” he says, looking hurt and making me feel like a complete cow. He’s far and away the most sensitive of the gods but I guess this is part of him being their healer. I couldn’t imagine Seolfer or Aurum giving a flying fuck what I thought
“Come with me,” says Marlo, holding out his hand.
I take it expecting him to lead me somewhere but, without him putting his other hand on my head, I feel us blink out of being, only to pop into existence a second or two later.
At first I think we must be in Praedytus’s palace, what with all the marble columns, but on looking through them to the sparkling blue of the sea beyond, I realize we’re most definitely not.
“Where are we?”
“This is one of my hearths.”
“No. Whereabouts are we.”
I can see him trying for an answer before he gives up and a frown settles on this face.
“Are we in Greece, because it sure looks like Greece?”
“Greece?”
“Yeah. Part of the EU. For now.”
The more I explain, the more his confusion grows.
“Where on the planet are we?”
At last comprehension shows.
“Our world is not like yours. We don’t have places as you think of them.”
I wave my hand towards the very Grecian view. “So, that doesn’t exist?”
“It exists, but only to us and only now.”
I think about grilling him on this but realize it would only be a complete mind fuck and did it really matter?
“What’s the water like?” I have to ask, because there is no given it’s going to be of the good old fashioned plain variety. It could just as well be freezing cold, like Champagne, or the best orgasm you could have without a tongue or cock being involved.
“It can be whatever yo
u want it to be.”
“Me?”
His nod answers my question but raises a whole stack more.
“How do I do it?”
“What do you want it to be?”
Dammit, I hate it when people answer my questions with questions. Also, how the hell am I supposed to explain that I want it to be a little bit cold when I first get in but to then feel great? Thinking about it, I experience the jump in my nerve endings followed by that joy of my body acclimatizing, as if I had just actually jumped into the gorgeous expanse of blue.
“That should do it,” says Marlo, before walking out onto the patio where he turns to look at me with an inviting expression. Not waiting for me to respond, he then walks to towards the edge of the cliff and, without pausing, leaps off, presumably into the water below.
I waste no time catching up, but I don’t simply jump off the cliff as he has. It’s a damned long way down.
No sooner have I thought about jumping if it wasn’t so far than the water has shot up towards me, or maybe it’s that the cliff has shrunk, but either way I line up a spot in the water next to Marlo and leap.
The water temperature is perfect, with just the right amount of shock before I become used to it.
Not that I’m cool for long with Marlo’s large hands claiming my breasts. He then rolls and tweaks my nipples until they’re far more puckered than they would have been from the water alone.
Knowing where this is heading both excites and worries me, although all reason deserts me when Marlo claims my lips in a searing and enzyme-laden kiss. Suddenly everything is more intense and my body responds accordingly. My sex blooms and I feel the coolness of the water again. Or maybe that’s because Marlo has slipped one of his legs between my thighs and nudged me open to the water.
Either way, my pearl is feeling very at home in the sea.
“What do you wish for?” says Marlo, his voice choked with passion.
I think briefly about sex on the beach but just as soon discard it. Rivets will be bad enough without adding sand to the mix. Then it comes to me.
We swim slowly to shore and get back up to the palace by way of steps cut into the rock face. On reaching the patio, I’m not surprised to see marble stairs leading up to the roof, just as I’d seen them in my imagination. It’s a short climb to the top of the structure and there, just as I’d pictured it, is a large bed of moss, exactly like that Praedytus had fucked me on. My imagination has even furnished the surrounding tangle of vines with their icy blue flowers.
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