Seven Wardens Omnibus

by Skye MacKinnon

  "How do we do that?" Cam asked. "From what Macey said, that thing didn't have a real shape while it was in the Staran, just a blob."

  Luch grimaced. "It will take on my form. A sludge-Luch, as Macey would call it." She gave the kelpie a wink. "While it's in that shape, you will be able to kill it like you would any other being. But be quick before it notices and changes back."

  "Magic or physical power?" Flint asked, stretching his arms so his strong muscles showed.

  Luch tsked. "Why do you think the Wardens aren't human this time? Any human could run a knife through me. No, it has to be magic. As we don't know what will affect it the most, how about you all fire whatever you have at it?"

  "But what if we hit you?" Amber asked, worry creasing her face.

  "Then you hit me," Luch replied calmly. "I'm going to die today no matter what. At least if it's lightning, it will be over quick. Don't worry about me. Worry about being fast so you can kill Self-Doubt before it becomes immaterial again."

  "We'll make you proud," Jared announced, surprising Macey. She hadn't realised he was attached to Luch. Maybe their time waiting together outside the sìth queendom had turned them into friends without her noticing.

  "Good. Are you ready?"

  Macey summoned some water and wrapped it around her wrists, ready to throw it at her enemy. Lightning began to flash around Amber, while flames licked at Flint’s fingers. A tiny whirlwind formed on Cam's side and both Izban and Jared stretched out their hands towards the centre of the room where Luch was standing, proud and calm.

  "Thank you, Luch," Macey said once again. "We're ready."

  The woman nodded and sat down on the floor, cross-legged as if she was meditating. She closed her eyes while the Wardens looked at her, everyone ready to strike at a moment's notice.

  A dark mist began to rise from the ground where Luch sat, enveloping her slowly. What started as grey wafts became thick fog, and Macey was wondering if it would stay that way. They'd have no chance attacking mist. There was nothing to focus their magic on.

  Luckily, the fog thickened even further until it formed a shape. Moments later, a second Luch was sitting on the floor, facing the real one. Just like sludge-Macey, Luch's doppelganger was black without detailed features and seemed to be made from tar or black oil. It leaned over to Luch as if it was sniffing the air, before stretching out a hand to touch the woman. Luch was keeping her eyes closed and Macey knew she would have done the same. It was one thing looking death into the eye, but quite another to see yourself about to kill you.

  She tightened her grip on her magic. This was their only chance to kill Self-Doubt. It had to work.

  Macey did a quick survey of the others. They were all ready and looking at her. She took a deep breath and nodded, giving the signal to strike.

  What followed next was chaos. Lightning, water, fire, wind and ice flew at Luch and her clone, meeting in one giant explosion of light. Macey was thrown back by the shock wave, but luckily, she'd been standing in front of her throne and was now slumped on the seat. She got back up as fast as she could and threw more water into the middle of the room. She couldn't see Luch anymore, there was too much magic happening around her. The ground was rumbling and suddenly, sharp shards of earth flew at the point where Luch had been sitting. They looked as piercing as spears and were surely able to kill a human. But was it all enough to kill the evil that had copied Luch?

  She formed a giant ball of water and had it hover above the centre of the room.

  "Amber!" she shouted. "Give me some lightning!"

  The beithir immediately grasped what Macey was planning and nodded. "Three... two... one... now!"

  Lightning crashed into the water at the same time as Macey released it. Sparks flew and hot steam rose to the ceiling.

  A sharp scream came from their target, but it wasn't Luch's voice. It was someone else, someone in a lot of pain. Hopefully, it was the sound of Self-Doubt dying.

  "Again!" Macey shouted and conjured another ball of water. "Now!"

  Even quicker than before, Amber's lightning entered the water, and more steam filled the room.

  The cries disappeared, but the Wardens continued to throw their elements at it. They were taking no chances. Macey dared a quick glance around. Flint was covered in soot but seemed elated at being able to create so much fire. Cam was breathing heavily, sending whirlwinds towards Flint who infused them with fire before Cam directed them into the middle of the room. Izban was throwing icicles while Jared threw similarly shaped earth lances.

  Everyone was giving all they could. Was it enough?

  When Macey tried to create yet another water ball and failed to even get a drop of water, she knew they had to stop. They'd be defenseless if the evil being wasn't dead yet.

  "Stop!" she shouted as loud as she could and immediately, the others ceased their attack. It took a moment for the smoke and dust to clear. Carefully, Macey approached the place where Luch had been sitting.

  There was nothing left of the woman and her doppelganger but a pile of ashes, one of them white, one dark.

  She sank to her knees, grief overwhelming her. She'd not met Luch long ago, and yet she felt as if they'd known each other for a long time. Maybe it was because Luch had been a Warden like herself. Maybe they were kindred spirits.

  Amber kneeled down by Macey's side, her tears flowing freely.

  "Thank you, Luch," the beithir whispered. "Rest in peace."

  Epilogue

  She was weary to the bone, and hardly wanted to move at all, but that wasn't going to stop her on her mission. Not when she finally had time where she didn't need to be anywhere, or defeating anything, and with all three of her men in one room.

  Oh, the things she could do with them all in one room. If they could see her thoughts, she was sure even Jared would blush.

  Flint closed the door, and turned the lock, effectively shutting them in for the night. Macey wasn't going to complain. She couldn't think of a better place to be.

  After checking that all three sets of eyes were on her, Macey untied the robe she was wearing with fumbling fingers and dropped it to the floor. Even though she’d already been naked today, she felt suddenly slightly self-conscious. Maybe because it had been months since she'd been with any of her men. Even if it didn't feel like that at times. She really had lost track of time while being trapped in the Voice's Keep.

  "Macey..." Flint warned.

  "Yes?" she asked as innocently as she could, looking up at him with an expression that would leave no doubt what her intentions were.

  "Didn't you hear what Amber said, you need rest," he attempted, but his voice cracked at the end, and his eyes strayed, leaving no doubt that he'd be easy to persuade.

  "Of course I did. But some things are a little more important than rest right now."

  She sashayed up to him, swaying her hips slightly and could feel Jared and Cam watching her.

  Rising on her tiptoes, her mouth came close to Flint's ear. "And just think how well I'll sleep once I'm completely spent," she whispered.

  A low moan came from Flint's throat, and, without warning, he scooped her up into his arms.

  Macey let out a small squeal, but it wasn't anything for her to worry about.

  Flint marched them over to the bed, before dropping her on to it. She squealed again as she bounced slightly on the mattress. But she didn't care, hopefully it would make it clear to her men just how much she wanted them.

  Jared moved in, once Flint had backed away a little, and smothered her body under his as he leaned down to kiss her.

  It started out sweet, a gentle brush of his lips against hers. But Macey wasn't having any of that.

  She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, making Jared chuckle into their kiss before pulling back slightly. "Eager, are we?"

  "Yes," she said breathlessly, needing him closer.

  She reached down between them, relieved her men were already naked, and making access that bit easier for her. She took his co
ck in her hand, and began to stroke it up and down, going as slowly as she dared.

  "Macey," Jared groaned. "You're not going to be able to do that for long."

  "You are playing with fire a little bit," Cam chuckled, sounding close already.

  She was relieved. All three of them had been further away than she'd have liked.

  "Wouldn't that be if I was touching Flint?" she asked innocently.

  "Don't tempt me, Macey. It can be arranged," her Fire Warden answered.

  She whimpered. "Arrange it," she said, not regretting her words in the slightest.

  "As you wish," he replied.

  Jared moved off her, and cold air hit her skin. Not that it mattered, she was hot in all the right places. It'd take nothing short of an ice bath to cool her down. Especially with all the anticipation building within her.

  "Please," she begged, hoping one of them would do something, and fast.

  "Turn over," Jared said, trailing a hand over her stomach and making her arch into his touch. She wanted more of it. More of them.

  So, she did exactly what he said.

  "On your hands and knees, please," he asked, smoothing his hand over her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. She hoped he touched her more firmly next time. So she could actually feel him against her skin, and not just the tease of his fingertips against her.

  That was just going to drive her crazy.

  Once she'd done that, Flint leaned down and kissed her firmly, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and using it to caress her own.

  "You need to tell us if something we do isn't okay," he whispered once he'd pulled back slightly. "None of us want you to feel uncomfortable."

  Macey nodded, then kissed him again, deepening it the moment she could. Now wasn't the time for words, it was time for actions on all their parts.

  Jared's second hand joined his first, and she arched upwards into his touch, probably looking a little like a cat stretching. But she was beyond caring. She didn't mind how she looked, so long as they kept their hands and lips on her.

  "Eager, aren't we?" Jared chuckled.

  "It's been a long time,” Macey moaned, breaking her kiss with Flint.

  She looked up at him, barely able to focus as Jared's hands strayed lower and began to caress her ass. She pushed back into him, her every movement involuntary.

  Not that she minded. Her body could do what she liked so long as it brought her men closer to her.

  Preferably as close as they could possibly get. In her, surrounding her, consuming her.

  "Please," she begged, not too sure what she was asking for.

  "As you wish," Jared replied, his hands leaving her.

  Macey whimpered, wanting them back against her right away. She wasn't left to wonder about what he was doing for long, as his hot breath came against the inside of her thigh, causing anticipation to build inside her. This was far beyond what she could have imagined or asked for. Especially knowing that Cam and Flint were watching. Hopefully, they'd be doing more than that soon.

  She thought about begging again, but decided against it. There wasn't going to be anything that stopped them now. Not with the door locked, and everything sorted for now. They were safe. Or as safe as they were going to be while the world was still in danger.

  Jared kissed the inside of her thigh, making her whimper slightly.

  When he moved higher still, her whimper transformed into a moan, and she pushed back into him, eager for him to pay her more attention.

  "Look here, Macey," Flint said, his own voice dripping with need.

  It was only then she'd noticed she'd hung her head as a result of Jared's teasing.

  She looked up, to find Flint's hooded eyes boring into her, his hand on his cock, stroking slowly as he watched her slightly parted lips.

  Macey's tongue darted out and Flint's breath hitched as he took in the sight. She hoped he'd take it as the invitation it was. She watched eagerly as his hand left his cock, only for him to stroke her hair with it. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she did.

  It may make her feel wanton to be naked in a bed with three men, but there was far more to it. She may have said the words mostly to appease Self-Doubt, but she really did believe the connection between them was real. It was something deep down within them all.

  And she could feel it stronger than ever right now.

  Jared took the opportunity to finally reach the destination she wanted him too, drawing his tongue along her gently, but still only teasing. She gave off a soft whimper, making Flint chuckle.

  "Don't worry, he's not going to stop," he said, moving his hand under Macey's chin and tipping it upwards. "But will you?"

  Macey shook her head as more whimpers escaped. Jared hooked his arms around her thighs and pulled her back into him, just as Flint presented Macey with his cock.

  She didn't need telling twice, and took him into her mouth, trying to focus on what was happening, even as Jared increased the pressure down below.

  The angle she was at had Flint's cock touching the back of her throat and she was struggling not to gag. But she didn't want to stop, something he seemed to pick up from how she ran her tongue along the underside of him.

  Flint's hands tangled in her hair as he began to thrust gently in and out of her mouth. She did her best to keep her teeth to herself, not wanting to hurt him. But Flint didn't seem to care. His thrusts were becoming more and more erratic as he got closer to finishing.

  She might just end up falling over the edge.

  Jared had moved his attentions to her clit, circling it with his tongue and causing her to buck backwards into him. He chuckled, the vibrations only heightening the sensations crashing through her.

  All she needed now was...

  That.

  Cam's hands began to caress the skin of her back. It almost felt as if he was tracing each of the marks she had there with his fingers. But she couldn't focus enough to be able to tell.

  Not that it would help. She actually had no idea what they all looked like. At some point, she'd have to get someone to draw a picture of them. He continued his exploration, going as far as grabbing her ass, but not far enough to slip a finger inside her. Though she wanted that more than anything.

  She couldn't really ask for it while she had a mouthful of Flint though. She renewed her attentions on him, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cock, and using her lips to suck on him.

  Flint gasped and grasped her hair tighter.

  "I think she wants it," he managed to grind out through his teeth.

  Macey wasn't sure what silent communication passed between her men, but Jared left his position behind her, and she felt somewhat bereft. At least, until he re-positioned himself underneath her, and gently resumed his attentions, lapping his tongue against her sensitive skin.

  It was Cam who surprised her, running his hands up and down her back, before one slipped between her legs.

  Macey shuddered in anticipation. There was no doubt in her mind about what was going to happen next, and she welcomed it. She just wasn't too sure how to encourage it.

  "Hold still, Macey," Flint said, holding her head steady, and stroking her hair. He knew what was going to come too and was trying to make it as easy as possible for her. She appreciated it. But equally, she wished Cam would get on with it. She'd gone too long without feeling one of her men inside her.

  Jared's hands travelled upwards, ad he continued to twirl his tongue around her clit. The only thing that had stopped her from exploding already was wanting to wait for Cam and concentrating on the attention she was giving Flint.

  But when Jared pinched her nipples, she gave a short shriek, the sound muffled slightly by Flint's cock, but she was sure it was unmistakable to them.

  Cam chose that moment to slip a finger inside her.

  "Oh, Macey," he said, chuckling along as he did. "You're enjoying this."

  She nodded carefully.

  "Well then, it'd be cruel to keep you fr
om what you want," he teased.

  He withdrew his finger, using it to tease her by drawing it around her entrance.

  She wanted to beg again. To ask him to take her, so all three of them were touching her. All three of them were hers.

  Luckily, Cam didn't wait much longer, and without hesitation, thrust into her.

  It was almost too much. With Cam filling her, and Flint resuming his slow pace thrusting in and out of her mouth, she was almost lost already. But Jared's tongue against her clit, and his fingers pinching her nipples, were causing things to tighten deep within her.

  Her whole body was lost, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold any thoughts in her mind except those about how perfectly her men fit her.

  She briefly wondered whether Jared was getting enough to top up his incubus nature from this, but he chose that exact moment to twist one of her nipples. Macey cried out around Flint's cock, spurring all three of them on.

  The pace increased and became almost frantic from them all. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, and the scent of sex. There was no doubt this was how things were supposed to be.

  Macey's head began to spin, though not in an unpleasant way, and her body began to shake slightly. She wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

  Judging from Flint's ragged breathing, he wasn't going to last much longer either.

  "You can let go, Macey," Cam said, his voice broken by the ragged breathing, as his pace became frantic inside her.

  It was too much for Macey to take. Everything was just too much.

  Her vision began to fade, and her arms and legs started to buckle as she lost control of keeping herself upright. Luckily, her men had her, and held her tightly, keeping up the pressure inside her. While slightly uncomfortable, it would only make things better.

  Like a tidal wave, it became too much, and the release crashed over her, causing her to shudder and shake. She was dimly aware of Flint moving away from her, and of Cam thrusting into her one final time and finding his own release.