Embracing the Celestial Way [Celestial Nights 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  For the last three days, he had been in heaven, only to cap it all off with the best sex of his life. Goddess help him, just remembering where he was only an hour ago made his cock throb more, and not in a good way. Closing his eyes, he thought back.

  There he was, watching the scene before him, which caused his cock to involuntarily leak, as he imagined his dick moving in and out of Savannah’s eager mouth. With each small lick, Hercules stood motionless in delirium, as Virgo’s finger continued to move in and out of her.

  She began to squirm. “I need more.” When she looked up at him, Hercules hand stopped moving as she said, “Give me that pole baby. I’m going to suck you dry.” To emphasize her point, she reached out to him, clasping his cock as her finger curled around it slightly. With no other option, Hercules moved closer as her mouth slowly opened.

  Her mouth was shockingly warm, and when his cock slid deep, and her lips closed around him, Hercules groaned as his cock jerked and spasmed. “Holy fuck!” Savannah was quick to clamp the base of the head with her thumb and fingers. Hercules moaned as he felt the beginnings of what would have been an explosive orgasm subside.

  When his cock ceased its spontaneous convulsions, Savannah released it and let his dick slip from her mouth. Taking a step back, Virgo slipped out from under her, and said, “She’s ready.”

  “Thank fuck,” Hercules growled as he laid on the bed, pulling her over him. He didn’t know how much more he could take, but he knew one thing…if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to expire. Wrapping his arms around her back, Hercules pulled her to him, his erection ramrod straight, aiming right at her warm wet spot. He could feel the heat of her core as the head of his cock lightly touched her bare pussy, so moist and warm. Her mouth met his in a deep passionate kiss while he began to rub his cock up and down along her juicy lips. When she pressed her hips downward toward his cock, Hercules relished the feeling of his erection against her skin once again. His loins ached to be inside of her.

  Straddling his hardened shaft, Savannah’s wetness bathed him as she slowly lowered herself and began to thrust her hips up and down, grinding against him.

  “Fuck yeah, Savvy. Ride my cock,” Hercules moaned, holding onto her hips, letting her set the pace. Hercules admired her breasts, which hung and swayed above his face. His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders as he pulled her back down to his chest toward his waiting mouth. Savannah let out a loud moan as his lips sucked in her tightened right nipple, his tongue wrapping around it. Unexpectedly, Savannah shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. She thrust her clit against him as it continued to throb in delight.

  “Hold her steady, Herc,” Virgo said as he moved onto the bed between his legs. “Her gorgeous ass is mine.” Hercules could already feel her tightness gripping him as he penetrated deeper into her, and could only imagine how much tighter she would be with Virgo in her ass.

  “Son of a bitch, she’s tight.” Virgo groaned.

  “Tell me about it, she’s gripping my cock like a vise,” Hercules said, panting, trying to hold Savannah still. “Hurry the fuck up, man, the more you get in, the tighter she gets.”

  “I’m trying,” Virgo growled, and then roared as Hercules felt his loved slide fully inside her. Hercules watched Savannah for any signs of distress or pain, however, when the cheeky wench winked at him, and began slowly to move up and down on his cock, Hercules grinned and took over, pumping into her with all of his might. Without a word, she grabbed her breasts with her hands and squeezed them tightly. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and swiftly sank all the way down onto him, taking over all movements, as Hercules and Virgo stopped, letting her control the pace.

  “Yes, Yes, Yes!” she screamed, her face washed in ecstasy as she came again.

  Hercules had never experienced this kind of euphoria before. Savannah was only the second woman he had ever been with and it felt right, just as having Virgo with him, or in him, for that matter. His whole life, he knew he had only ever truly loved one person, and yet, looking at the stunning woman over him, her body ripe in ecstasy, he knew without a shadow of doubt, he loved her, too. Before, his world felt empty, and now with the two loves of his life, he felt complete, almost as if this was the Universe’s design after all.

  His erection was all the way inside of her. He began to crave the feeling of her pulsing around him as she sat there motionless, enjoying her afterglow, his cock inside of her hot tunnel. The pulsing and contracting began to synchronize with the throbbing of his penis

  Arching his hips up, Savannah gasped. Hercules wasn’t done with her, and by the sounds Virgo was emanating, he was only revving up for a superb day of fucking. Hercules had to admit that fucking the day away sounded pretty fantastic. He was in bliss. He had everything he wanted right with him and nothing was going to ruin his mood.

  Then it happened…

  Like everything in his life, just when he thought everything was going to be okay, the Cosmos reared its head, and planted his ass back into reality. Only now, his reality was draped in white sterile walls, with an IV hooked into his arm. Hercules knew someday he would look back on this moment and laugh, but not right now. Right now, he needed fucking pain medication!

  There he was, enjoying the best fuck of his life, when Virgo lost control and started pounding into Savannah’s ass. Her screams of pleasure resonated throughout his loft as he, too, picked up the pace. V, wanting some female attention, grabbed Savannah around the waist and hoisted her back toward him, for a deep kiss…and that’s when he heard a loud snap!

  The second she arched up, her pelvis moved, her legs shifted, and his dick bent in the wrong direction. It just so happened, that’s when Virgo and Savannah orgasmed, both screaming out their releases, overshadowing his own screams of pain. It was only when they both were coming down of their cosmic high did either of them realize that there just might be a problem.

  He was dying.

  Well, not technically but it sure felt like it. After arriving at the Silver Springs Medical Center, Virgo ripped a wheelchair away from some young candy stripper and planted Hercules’s ass in it. Virgo then marched over to the admissions desk and argued the merits of erectile dysfunction verses the need for reconstructive surgery if the male nurse, behind said desk, didn’t get off his ass and admit Hercules immediately.

  Typically, Hercules would have cringed at V’s attempt to persuade an individual, but his dick was throbbing, and he feared that if a doctor didn’t straighten him out soon, he was going to have a hook for a penis instead of a sword. Of course, then there was Savannah, who looked as if she were about to fade away into the background. Her white complexion was ghostly, yet the fire in her eyes let Hercules know that the staff at Silver Springs Medical Center would not be getting a glowing review from her anytime soon.

  Over all, Hercules was just happy they made it to the hospital, however it was the getting there that he wished he had a bottle of Raven’s purple drink, a couple of smokes from Aquarius’s private stock, and a sledgehammer to knock his ass out. Upon learning there was a problem, Virgo systematically jumped from the bed, lifted Savannah off him as if she weighed less than a feather, and proceeded to hover over him like a mother hen. Hercules appreciated the concern, he really did, but as Virgo barked orders, and tried to jam his dick into a pair of jeans, well, Hercules lost all forms of decorum, and pushed the hulking ass away from him. If it weren’t for Savannah’s quick thinking, Hercules would have died right then and there in Celestial. The fluffy pink robe he was wearing wasn’t the kind of statement he wanted to make, but it did give his dick the freedom it needed.

  Then there was the drive itself. Since Hercules had no need for a vehicle, he and Savannah were forced to ride in Virgo’s sporty Porsche Cayman. Though it was a sweet ride, it was not meant for three people, or the back roads of Montana. Hercules would have sworn that Virgo purposefully hit every mother fucking twig, branch, rock, boulder, and pothole along the way. By the time they actually made
it to the hospital, Hercules was in more pain than when they left.

  When Virgo actually grabbed the male nurse, Hercules sighed, “Savvy, please go rescue that nice man before V kills him, and tell King Kong that I need to have a word with him.” Nodding quickly, she did as he asked, and wondered if she was going to be all right. Since leaving the loft, she had been very quiet…too quiet. He didn’t want her blaming herself for what happened. It wasn’t her fault. It was an accident, a freakishly, vindictive, deliberate accident that was caused by none other than his fucking curse.

  “Fortnight my ass,” he mumbled as Virgo stormed back over to him. However, Hercules was rescued from another of Virgo’s famous rants when a young female nurse called his name, “Hercules Meriwether?”

  “Coming!”

  “Not today you’re not,” Hercules heard V mumble as he pushed the wheel chair.

  “Not funny, V,” he clipped back.

  “Just stating the truth, lover.”

  “Leave him alone, Virgo. Hercules is in pain,” Savannah replied, taking his hand as they walked behind the double doors.

  For the next three hours, Hercules was surveyed in depth by many of the medical staff, photographed for the medical books, and by a few cell phones, where he was sure those pictures were soon to be uploaded to Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. Along with that humiliation, he was X-rayed, stuck with several needles, and hooked up to an IV. He was tired, hungry, and still in fucking pain. The only good thing was now he was lying in a private room and alone. That was until he heard the soft knock at his door.

  “Hercules?” Savannah’s soft voice filtered into his room. Turning his head, he smiled as his beautiful love entered, scared and unsure. “Can I come in?”

  Moaning, Hercules replied, “For the love of my dick, please no sex talk.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered, grinning. “Would you like some company?”

  “I would love some.” He smiled as she came over to sit next to him. Her worry still apparent, Hercules was at a loss for how to help her. Before this stupidness, he would have joked and teased her, just to see her smile. Yet somehow that did not seem like the right thing to do.

  “I am so sorry, Herc. If I’d know anything like this could have happened, I would have been more careful.”

  Sighing, Hercules replied, “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “It feels like it. You were in me when I broke you.”

  “Please baby, don’t blame yourself. I’m used to bad stuff happening to me. This is normal for me.”

  “No, Hercules. Nothing about this is normal. How is breaking your dick while fucking normal?”

  Chuckling, Hercules grinned. “Well, maybe your little pussy loved my cock so much, it wanted it in you forever?”

  Smiling, Savannah scoffed, leaning over him and lightly kissing his lips. “Be serious, and tell me the truth. How are you feeling?”

  “My dick is broke. How do you think I’m feeling?”

  Hercules couldn’t blame her when she tried to hide her smile. Technically this whole fucked up scenario was comical, and he needed her smile more than anything.

  “V feels pretty bad, too,” she added.

  “Yeah, well, at least his dick still works.”

  “It may not be that bad. The Doc is still looking at your x-rays. Maybe you just sprained it.”

  “Savannah, my pole is not standing straight. It’s bent. I can use it as a walking cane!” Hercules said sarcastically, and then took a calming breath, as he kept telling himself it wasn’t either of their faults. It was an accident. He knew it was because of his curse, but still, it irked him. Sighing, he looked away, and moaned, “I can’t even masturbate.”

  “Masturbating is for dicks,” Virgo said, walking into the room smiling. “Besides, penis jokes at this time…come on.”

  “Ha…ha…ha. Very funny V,” Hercules replied.

  Grinning wickedly, V said, “Look man, I wouldn’t worry so much. Your dick hit 370 in the minors before it hurt its knee.” Savannah chuckled, and Goddess help him, he did, too. Hercules knew he was in for a lifetime of broken dick jokes, and there wasn’t anything he could do.

  “This blows,” Hercules murmured, and right on cue, Virgo replied, “Harder than a blonde wearing red lipstick.” The laughter in the room soothed his nerves. The waiting was killing him, but having Savannah and Virgo with him made it all seem trivial. However, there was nothing trivial about a broken or incapacitated penis. Hercules knew he was in good company.

  Just then, the Doctor knocked and walked in. Like many docs around these parts, the man was beautiful to look at and Hercules didn’t mind the looking as the tall, caramel-skinned man walked in. His chiseled jaw, strong nose, and full lips went well with his muscular and trimmed body. That and the man had one hell of a smile on his face.

  “I’m Doctor Gideon Rayburn,” he said, extending his hand as Hercules accepted it.

  “So what’s up, Doc?” Hercules asked, and par for the course, the good Doc instantly said, “Not you anytime soon.”

  “Damn,” Hercules muttered. “How bad is it?”

  “Well, it’s not broke.”

  “You mean you can actually break a dick? I thought it was all muscle?” Savannah asked, leaning closer to Hercules. He appreciated the comfort and support, but what he really wanted to know was when his little friend would be able to play with Savannah and Virgo again.

  “Actually a penis fracture is possible,” Dr. Rayburn began. “When the corpus cavernosum is ruptured, it results in what is medically called a fractured penis and must be repaired surgically.”

  “English, Doc,” Virgo asked.

  “Basically, what happened was Hercules sprained it. He pulled some of the muscles in his penis. He’s going to be sore for about a week or two. So that means no sex. You need to let those muscles heal, before you start up your extracurricular activates again.”

  “What about my morning woody?” Hercules asked.

  “A cold shower should take care of that, and ice your groin at least three times a day. Stay away from anything that will stimulate your penis, and for god sake, stay away from porn,” the doc added.

  “How will he know when he’s good to go?” Savannah asked.

  “When he can hold an erection and ejaculate without bending an iron bar. Look, these things happen all the time. Just take it easy, and your body will heal. What you need now is rest and try not to stimulate your penis, because the harder it gets, the longer it’s going to take to heal.”

  Hercules was screwed…and not in the good way.

  Chapter Ten

  It was late by the time Virgo and Savannah got Hercules back home. Hercules was resting peacefully, and Virgo hated that Herc was incapacitated. He wanted to make sure Hercules’s convalescence went as smooth as possible. With Herc out of the game so to speak, that left him up to bat with Savannah. Normally, Virgo wouldn’t have a problem with picking up the slack, but for some reason he was unsure how to proceed with the lovely woman.

  He knew Savannah’s time in Celestial was precious, and he worried that if he made a wrong move, she would move on, even though she had stated that she loved them both. She seemed to be having a good time, but he needed to make sure, because if he fucked up what they had going, Hercules was going to kill him. Though Hercules hadn’t said anything to him, Virgo knew that Herc had fallen hard, and if he had to admit it, he had, too.

  “How is he?” Savannah asked, walking up behind him.

  “Sleeping, I think.”

  “Did he take his meds?”

  “Herc doesn’t believe in modern pharmaceuticals. I called Aquarius, and he just dropped off some melatonin.”

  “What if he starts to swell?”

  “Then we’ll throw him in a cold shower.”

  “Try it, V, and you’ll regret it,” Hercules whispered. Looking up, V smiled as Hercules stretched, then yawned. He didn’t move from his spot, letting Savannah hover over him. Sometimes a man needed a female touch, and
though he would have loved to attend Hercules, Savannah did have a softer palate. “So, are you two getting ready to head out?”

  “And go where?” Savannah asked, climbing on the bed, snuggling closer to him.

  “To Destiny’s Melon Extravaganza, of course.”

  “We’re staying in, Herc,” V answered, as Savannah nodded.

  “Why?” Hercules asked, sitting up.

  “Because you’re hurt.”

  “My dick is broke, not my ass. We can still fuck, you guys, come on…you heard the doc. I’ll be fine soon. In the meantime, you need to show our girl Celestial, and what better way to do that than to attend the Melon Extravaganza.”

  “It doesn’t feel right leaving you here,” Savannah whispered.

  “Oh, for fucks sake, I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself. Virgo, get dressed and take our girl out for a good time, and bring me back a couple of melon shots. I mean it, get out. The both of you go, now, before all fun’s over.”

  “Are you sure?” Savannah asked.

  “Yes. Now, get your pretty little ass up, go put on a bathing suit, and go have fun.”

  “All right, you heard the man.” Virgo straightened. “Let’s go have some fun.”

  After setting Hercules up with everything he could possibly need, Virgo and Savannah headed out. There was no need to drive, since Destiny’s Melon Extravaganza was being held on Main Street. Well, technically, it was the only street in Celestial, but nobody seemed to notice.

  The whole town was out and about again, as more booths of all kinds sold everything from cotton candy to blow-up dildos. Yep, Virgo had to admit, he loved Celestial’s summer festivals. Making their way through the crowd, Virgo had to admit that Destiny had outdone himself this time. Everything looked interesting and fun, but what caught Virgo’s attention was the half-a-block melon pool set up entirely with hay bales in a rectangle with a large white tarp laying over the hay, holding all kinds of various types of melons. Virgo knew enough to know that though the pool may be eatable, it was also alcoholic. Talk about not drinking the water, so to speak. The last time Destiny had a melon pool, there were so many different types of liquor mixed in, he was drunk for three days.