Allister, J. Rose - Immortal Menage [Immortal Paradise 4] (Siren Publishing PolyAmour)

by J. Rose Allister

  “I do.”

  “You take this path without undue persuasion, nor fear of reprisal if you do not comply?”

  He faltered, and Lexie’s eyes widened. Then he shot her a grin. “I’d say her persuasion was due, not undue.”

  She leaned over and whispered, “Just say ‘I do’.”

  Dark eyes flashed with mischief. “Oh, sorry. I do.”

  Love’s attempt to remain somber ended with a grin that rode up one side of his face. He turned back to Grayel. “You have the rings?”

  He opened his palm and her breath caught. “They’re beautiful.”

  “You went traditional, I see,” Lust said. “Eros would heartily approve.”

  “Lust,” Love said, “if you would place the rings on their fingers?”

  He took one off Grayel’s palm, stopping to twist it this way and that for a moment’s examination before turning to Lexie. “Your left hand.” She offered it, feeling his heat as he pushed the ring onto her middle finger.

  “Perfect fit,” she said, holding it up. Then she gasped at the reaction of the ring. Light shot out from all around it until it took on a reddish-pink glow almost like the wall behind her.

  “A most acceptable response,” Lust said. “Strong yearning is evident in the strength of the glow. The colors indicate a good blend of fiery passion and fidelity.”

  Grayel nodded. “I’m most pleased. And very lucky.”

  Lust turned and repeated the process with Grayel. She watched as the blast of light was followed by a yellow, pink, and silver glow. The men smiled and nodded an understanding she did not share.

  “An intense bond of love and passion,” Lust said, “along with recognition that your goddess will be most powerful.”

  Her heart fluttered.

  Love stepped forward. “I have witnessed your consent,” he said, “and the proof of your devotion has been seen in the exchange of your rings. The binding ceremony may now begin.”

  Lust took Lexie by the hand, and a thrill flooded through her while he led her to the chains. Her arms were lifted, and the thickly padded, velvety manacles hanging from the ceiling were clamped around each wrist. Her legs were spread, and the floor manacles were soon around each ankle as well. In this position, the gown parted to expose her sex to all the men in the room. The chains on her feet were long enough to allow her backward movement, but would stop her from kicking or hitting outward and possibly striking her god before contact would be wise.

  “By the way,” she said to Lust with a nod to the wall behind her, “considering you left the orgy wall exposed, what’s behind this one that is so devious you felt you had to cover it?”

  His teeth flashed. “A mirror.”

  She frowned. “Come on. I don’t look that bad.”

  “You look edible,” he said. “But with the god’s energy coming at you, reflective glass would have been too much. We want it to reflect inside you, not bake you to a crisp.”

  She nodded, and her eyes followed Love as he retreated to the bed and sat cross-legged on top. He looked so comfortable she regretted not being over there herself, but she had to admit that being chained and spread while in her current state of heightened arousal felt rather wicked.

  “May I see the symbols?” Grayel asked, and Lust responded by sliding his hands along both her breasts, pushing back on the fabric of her bodice until the entire rounded mounds of flesh were exposed. She gasped at the sudden intimate contact, and her nipples were instantly hard.

  “Magnificent,” Grayel said, his eyes focused on her breasts. “The symbols were well done.”

  Lust nodded appreciation. “They dance faster now, see? With increased urgency. She is more than ready to accept your gift.” He moved to the god and leaned in until his mouth was near Grayel’s. “As am I.”

  With that, Lexie watched, stunned, as Lust kissed her mate just a few feet away. Grayel’s eyes closed as his mouth opened, and the men’s tongues explored one another with rapidly quickening breaths. She felt her nipples tingle and ache with longing, and the dampness between her legs grew more pronounced.

  Lust slid down Grayel’s body, and with a dramatic tug tore free what remained of the cream-yellow slacks he wore. Grayel’s cock was nothing short of massive, and Lexie gasped aloud when Lust managed to take all of it into his mouth. He slid the veined organ in and out while Grayel moaned and grasped the back of Lust’s head. She licked her lips in a jealous wish they could be on his organ, too. Grayel fisted Lust’s thick waves of jet-black hair and pumped himself in and out of the man’s mouth, but stared at Lexie with a smoldering need she knew belonged to her alone. She grew dizzy with tortured pleasure and began to tug unconsciously on her chains. Her hands and arms wanted desperately to be free, to roam her own electrified body or, better yet, both of the men’s. The sight of them so impassioned, and of Lust’s obvious enjoyment while Grayel’s thick, wet cock slid in and out of his mouth, drove her to a state of agitated excitement.

  Soon her body was on fire, the chains were rattling, and she was moaning out loud. A glimpse at Love showed that he, too, was having a difficult time restraining his passion. She regretted that their witness was unable to join in as well. She would love to have his hands and mouth on her while her soon-to-be husband’s cock was ravaged by the god on his knees.

  When Grayel’s eyes opened again, he found hers immediately with a gaze of pure fire. She could see clearly that his desire was for her, his passion directed at the sight of her breasts and exposed sex rather than the god between his legs. This was what he meant by saying that if they ever took another lover, it would be together by mutual consent. She had no problem with Lust touching the man she loved in this context, other than her fervent wish that the ache spreading throughout her body could also be eased.

  Soon, Grayel growled and pulled back on Lust’s hair. His organ was red and throbbing, the sheer weight of its size pulling it downward despite its fully erect state. He pulled the other man to his feet, appearing conflicted as he raked smoldering green eyes over the other’s hard body. Then he turned him around and ground out, “The oil?”

  Lust pointed to an armoire nearby. Grayel went to retrieve it, and Lust turned back toward Lexie. She was stunned by the ragged, raw passion on his face while he unzipped his white slacks and stepped out of them. His lips were swollen from kissing Grayel and sucking his cock, and the burning flame in his eyes had pulled apart into a number of separate flames dancing inside each black orb. His own cock was bigger than she’d even realized from having seen it eternally erect inside his pants. It had purpled with need, thick and long and pulsing near his bronzed stomach.

  She sucked in a breath at the sheer, animal power in his desire, and she felt the symbols on her body respond. Glancing down, she watched their dance grow more frantic and erotic, phalluses thrusting toward females who leaned back, pushing their breasts out and mouths opening in expressions of tortured ecstasy not unlike what she was feeling. The harder they moved, the stronger the sexual throb became within her. She fought harder against her chains, and heard Lust’s feral growl.

  Then Grayel was back, uncapping a tall, pyramidal bottle. The scent from it was decadently spicy, rich with herbs worthy of gods, and it went straight to work on the throbbing in her clit. She cried out in frustration when she felt juices running down her thigh. “Please,” she said to Grayel. “Hurry.”

  He tipped thick oil onto his fingers, then set the decanter on the floor and came up behind Lust. Staring into Lexie’s eyes, she watched his arm work low around Lust’s ass, and soon the demigod tilted his head back with a moan of passion that had Lexie ready to tear the chains from the ceiling. Someone had better be inside her soon, or they would all find out just how dangerous a sexually frustrated goddess could be.

  Lust was gripping his own cock at the base, pushing his hips back into Grayel’s seeking fingers. Grayel moved his lips near Lust’s ear. “My seed is your seed. Your phallus an extension of my phallus. Join with her, that she may f
eel my need and accept my essence. Are you ready for me?”

  Lust moaned. “Yes, my god. Fuck me.”

  He spread his legs and leaned toward Lexie until his heavy-lidded gaze was only a foot from hers. She watched over his shoulder as her lover put his hands on the back of the other man’s hips and thrust slowly into him. Lust stiffened for a moment, but her senses told her it was from delight, not pain. Then he straightened and reached out to Lexie’s throbbing breasts.

  “Oh yes, god. Please,” she said when his fingers played over her nipples. Sharp tingles of delight shot through her with every touch. He switched to pulling and twisting them, and she arched to shove them more firmly into his hands. The scent of the erotic oil rose, twisting around their body heat and assaulting her senses with desire.

  “Kiss me,” she said, breathless. Her eyes met Grayel’s as she made the demand, for she understood that the man between them was Grayel’s hands, his cock, and his mouth in this ritual.

  Lust groaned and moved closer to comply, but then hissed out a breath. “Dammit. We’ve mixed our saliva,” he said.

  Her breathing was ragged now. “Is that bad?”

  “His body fluids are too strong for you,” he said, and whipped his head around. “Love. Come here.”

  The man stood, his trousers tented. But he didn’t move from beside the bed. “I’m not supposed to intervene.”

  “Fuck that,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut as Grayel continued stroking his cock slowly in and out of him. “I need your services for a moment.”

  Seeming reluctant, the blond came to stand beside her and Lust. “Kiss me,” Lust told him, and before the other could refuse, Lust grabbed his head and claimed his lips. Lexie groaned in tandem with Lust as she watched his tongue thrust inside the other man’s mouth. After stiffening for a moment, Love responded with his own tongue. She saw one of Lust’s hands travel down to the severe bulge in Love’s pants, squeezing and kneading it. Then, after a thorough kiss, he pulled away.

  “Thank you,” he told Love. “That will have diluted his saliva enough.”

  She barely had time to feel sympathy for Love having been left hanging so abruptly when Lust obeyed Lexie’s request. He took her lips with a searing heat that startled her, and she melted against her chains and let his tongue find all new ways to fire her longing hotter.

  “Lower,” she urged, and his mouth was traveling down until she at last felt his lips over her stiff nipples. She cried out and bucked her hips toward him, feeling her climax begin an inevitable climb.

  She put her head back, closing her eyes for a moment to try and still her body’s wild burn. “Now, Lust. For gods’ sakes, fuck me now.”

  Moving carefully in apparent mindfulness to keep fully sandwiched between her and the god, Lust and Grayel edged forward until she could feel cock throbbing against her triangle of curls. She gasped and pushed against it, raising her head to find her mate staring at her with his eyes a blaze of emerald fire.

  “I claim you as mine,” he said, and Lust took hold of his rod and positioned it.

  “Fuck, she’s so wet for you,” Lust said over his shoulder at Grayel, and with a whimper of relief from her throat, he finally shoved his cock deep inside her.

  The trio all moaned together, a guttural, animal sound. She heard a sharp gasp and looked over to see Love on the bed, his gorgeous cock now free and in his hands.

  She could see Grayel fighting to retain control. He was struggling to keep his hands where they would not stray too near her. He set them atop Lust’s shoulders and thrust harder. Despite his caution, the power of Lust’s unbearably sexual aura combined with the god’s proximity to her soon had her knees shaking, and it was difficult to catch her breath. Though the restraints on her wrists were padded and soft, she felt them digging in painfully as she sagged against them. Yet even this sensation drove her sexual whirlwind faster.

  “I can’t,” she said, panting and moaning at the feel of Lust driving his hot organ inside her over and over. “I can’t stand up.”

  Lust slid his hands into the slit of her gown to grab hold of her bare ass, lifting her weight off her wrists. “Soon,” he said, eyeing the symbols frantically twisting on her body. He threw another glance over his shoulder. “It’s got to be soon.”

  “I’m ready,” Grayel said through gritted teeth. His blazing eyes searched hers. “Lex Ann?”

  “I was ready two hours ago,” she said, pushing her hips forward to grind against Lust.

  When Lust looked up at her, his growl was that of a predator and his eyes had gone completely black.

  “Do the chant,” Grayel commanded.

  Lust bored into her with his liquid night stare and began uttering the same strange words as before. They were still undecipherable to her ears, yet the language seized hold of her flesh. It threw her body against the restraints, every sound and intonation almost painfully erotic. Tingling arousal erupted all over her skin, every goose bump as sensitive as nipple flesh that was being stroked and teased by his very words. She cried out as his chant grew louder and faster, his expression more hungry and determined. Sweat glistened on their flesh. She saw Grayel’s nails dig into Lust’s shoulders as he grit his teeth and fucked him harder.

  “Look at me, Lex Ann,” Grayel said. When she complied, she felt the first stirrings of overpowering climax pulse deep inside. “You are mine, forevermore. Receive the gift of eternal love.”

  “I love you,” she said, words coming through gasping, fevered breaths. “I am yours.”

  Her muscles tightened for release, and she sensed more than saw Grayel convulsing in rapture just as Lust shouted the last of the ritual chant and arched back against the god as he exploded inside Lex Ann. The first burst of his seed shot ecstasy into her, and she literally felt Grayel meld into Lust, who melded into her. They shuddered together as one powerful, orgasmic being, the three of them screaming with a pleasure that soared high above any plane Lexie had ever known. Was immortal sex always like this?

  She couldn’t finish the thought because she was gone, and as she felt the men’s muscles continue to spasm and rock together against her, a fierce heat took hold.

  Her body began to quake, and her head became too heavy to hold upright. She shut her eyes and let her forehead drop forward against Lust’s muscled, heaving chest. It felt good to lie there, her body shivering in aftermath as she floated in and out of a direct state of consciousness.

  “What’s wrong with her?” she heard Love say.

  “Lexie.” Lust picked up her head, and when her eyes refused to open, she felt him gently slap at her cheeks. “Where are you, honey?”

  She heard Grayel’s rough tone. “Don’t hit her like that.”

  “Fine. I’ll try it this way, then.” She felt Lust press his lips against hers. “Come on back. Lex?”

  His lips traveled over her face again, and she fluttered her eyes open to find him staring at her with obvious concern. Her tongue felt thick and dry when she spoke. “I didn’t know you cared.”

  “She’s okay?” Love said.

  “I’m fine,” she said, realizing she definitely didn’t feel ascended. On the contrary, her body throbbed, and she felt as though she was a three-hundred-pound weakling.

  Her heart sank. “Oh, god. It didn’t work. I’m sorry. I’m still a…”

  “Don’t say it,” Grayel said, his voice tense.

  “No, Lexie,” Lust said, running his hands down over her breasts with the same silken touch as his words. “You are a goddess.”

  His tongue darted along her lips and jaw while his fingers worked magic on her nipples. A slow tightening began in her groin, and she moaned.

  “If you don’t stop doing that,” she said, her head still feeling like a lead weight, “you’re going to make me...”

  The shock of sensation halted her sentence, and she grabbed the chains holding her arms. She hung on, her body almost seizing with the climax that rocketed through her pelvis. The pleasure flooded through the
rest of her until every cell in her body was shouting in orgasmic triumph. Her head flew back as she screamed with the exquisite torture of it, bucking until her lovers had been shoved several feet away from her. She lifted her head to try and tell Grayel that something was happening, either something very good or very bad. But words wouldn’t form. She could see him staring at her, along with the other two men, all eyes wide with either fear or excitement.

  Then her mouth opened and she began chanting the secret language, without the slightest idea what she was saying. She glanced down and saw the symbols distorting and pushing into her skin, which tingled until she wanted to rub her flesh raw against the men’s bodies, the Joontana rug, anything that would slake the pure lust working its way inside of her. She latched on to Grayel’s gaze and let the words spill out and overtake her, gripping the chains overhead until her hands were cramped and sweating.

  “She’s going,” Lust said, but she could no longer see anything but her mate’s luminance, his blazing eyes, and magnificent, throbbing cock. Her overstimulated sexual frenzy was having a powerful effect on him, which in turn sent animal growls from her throat while reciting the ancient language. She fought the chains in a mad fever, longing to free herself and take her lover whole. She felt feral, like a cat in heat. She wanted to shove Grayel to the floor and straddle his cock until she could finally put an end to the sensual madness possessing her, consummate the potent need for him that he’d stirred in her dreams.

  Then the throaty language ceased and molten energy shook her. Her eyes closed, and she retreated to a place deep inside herself, watching in an otherworldly trance while the sacred symbols pulled inward to fuse with the tissues in her body. At the same time she felt the seed that had been released inside her—the essence of an immortal—take over and spread through her like a wildfire burning dry brush. She was being consumed from the inside out, with a potent yearning that threatened never to end.

  The last thing she recalled when the darkness came was her entire weight buckling until her chained arms felt like they were being pulled from the sockets. She heard Love cry out, “Something’s wrong,” and Grayel shout, “Grab her!”