by Kenna Bardot
Gage grunted to Cel, and we heard him hurry off. I shrugged.
"Right?" Cel asked me. I smiled, even though no one could see it.
"Always right."
“Fine by me,” Blythe murmured.
We made our way down the new path. Something whizzed right past my nose, leaving a breath of air against my skin as it went. I froze. I felt Cel go solid beside me as another one whizzed by. Then another one.
"Get down," he whispered, and we flattened as more flying projectiles sped through the air above us. "Did either of you get hit?" he asked.
“No,” Blythe whispered. “Or not that I feel anyway.”
I echoed her, "No. Did you?"
"Just once. Whatever they are, they're sharp," he admitted, grunting. He cursed, and I heard him pull something from his arm.
“Let’s keep on crawling forward.” Wordlessly, we crawled, letting the sharp little devils play their games over our heads.
The sounds stopped. I stood slowly, remaining hunched over to react quickly if needed. When nothing happened, I reached down and gestured Cel up. The path opened into a wide space, and the din of low voices hit my ears once we were clear of the path.
"Congratulations," Docent Ho said happily. "You've bested the Maze Trial - your Second Trial." Thumbs were pressed to my eyes, and light flooded in against my lids, blinding me. I gasped, flinching back and narrowing to find the same Fire Mage staring down at me with a grin. I turned to Cel, finding him already looking down at me with clear eyes.
He smiled.
I smiled back.
The Fire Mage fixed Blythe’s eyes, and she leaned her shoulder down to press against mine with relief.
The Fire Mage’s hands went to my abdomen, lifting my tunic to access the wounds from the thorns and the scrapes and rash on my arm from being dragged through the dirt and rocks.
I never took my eyes off Cel's hazel ones, only mildly noting that there was still the slightest bit of daylight.
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We waited until the time ran out. Not all our classmates made it out, but I knew the Headmaster was fuming at the fact that, along with Cel and Blythe, I’d been the first one out of the maze in our year.
When we were finally allowed to go, I tugged Cel through the halls, anxious to make our way to my room. He was still likely a bit disoriented, because I was able to do so easily. He just looked at me in curiosity as we went.
I hadn't taken the time to explain to him that the rest of our group had given the okay for him to be one of us.
He'd know soon enough, in the best way possible.
When I threw open the door, I'd never been happier to find Emerson pacing the floor inside.
"Oh thank Gods," he whispered, making his way to us. His arms wrapped around me and his lips hit mine briefly. He pulled back, just enough to glance at Cel. There was a knowing gleam in my playful man's eyes as he looked back and forth between us. He knew me well enough to know that I always wanted sex after a Trial. With as many of my guys as possible.
"After I finished my turn, we had to come back in. I had to wait, and you were gone forever."
"It was harder," Cel said evasively. "We made better time than most, but we had to wait."
"Neither of you were hurt?" Emerson asked, glancing down my body as though he'd be able to see the injuries. My pants were torn from the thorns, and he raised a brow.
"Nothing that hasn't already been healed, Emers."
He shrugged and winked at me. I turned to Cel, taking my cue from Emerson that he was ready to get on with it already. I burrowed into his chest, feeling Emerson wrap me up from behind. There really was nothing like being surrounded by my men who loved me.
"Kaia?" Cel choked out, tugging his body away from me that little bit I'd allow.
I hummed and burrowed in deeper.
"I need you to back up, Little One."
"No you don't, Marcellus," I mumbled, tipping my head up. Emerson snaked an arm around me, wrapping it around the back of Cel's head so he could put pressure there and tug his head down to mine. Leaning up onto my tiptoes came naturally, and I pressed my lips to his lightly. He sighed into my mouth, and I opened for him when he applied pressure. I tore my lips from his when I felt Emerson's hands grasp the hem of my tunic and lift, sliding it up and over my head. Cel's eyes narrowed as he stared down at both of us.
"They said yes?" he asked, eyes glinting. I let my head cock to the side and waved a hand down my semi-naked torso.
“Look, but don’t touch?” I teased him, placing a hand on my hip.
He raised an eyebrow at me and my hands went to his shirt, tugging it over his head to reveal all that lush golden skin. His naturally hooded eyes went dark, and his lips tipped up into a lazy grin.
"Thank fuck they said yes," he groaned out, and he snatched the bottom of my sports bra and ripped it off my head.
I wrapped my arms around myself. “They did?” I feigned innocence.
He growled, and I laughed, head bowing back as Emerson's lips hit my shoulder, his tongue teasing the flesh occasionally as he tormented the skin there. I thrust a hand into his hair, tugging his head up to take his mouth with mine. While my tongue danced with Emerson's, I glanced over at Cel to find him watching in rapt attention - his expression like a man starved for his first meal in a long, long time.
When I drew back, he leaned his tall body, densely packed with muscles, into me. My breasts hit the skin of his well-defined pecs, and I watched in fascination as Cel and Emerson kissed over my shoulder.
I'd expected their first kiss to be desperate after several torturous months of being in close proximity but not having the ability to be together.
But no. Instead of despairing, they savored. They knew they had the rest of their lives to do everything and more.
I watched, tears stinging my eyes, as Cel seduced Emerson with slow strokes of his tongue, and Emerson was far too willing to give up everything. My hands went to the button of Cel's pants, and I knelt between the two men to shuck them down his legs along with his boxer briefs. His length sprang free, already semi- hard, and I became painfully aware of the sudden silence where there had been the subtle sounds of their kiss.
Gods. Even his dick was handsome.
I tore my eyes from Cel's length where it hung down his thigh, glancing up to find both men staring down at me in amusement.
I glared at them. "Would you like me to stroke your ego now? Tell you how impressive it is?"
"Well, I want you to stroke something." Cel smiled. My lips tipped into a smile, and I complied by wrapping my hand around the base of him as best I could. My fingers didn't touch my thumb, no matter how tightly I gripped him.
He kicked his shoes and pants off his legs, standing completely naked in front of me where I knelt on the carpet. My hand stroked him from root to tip - a long, long journey. He groaned and twitched in my hand as he continued to harden.
"What's wrong, Precious?" Emerson teased, leaning down behind me to wrap his hands around my hips and unfasten my own pants. He lifted me to my feet so he could take them off me while I kept working Cel. Once he was fully hard, I took a deep breath and settled back onto my knees in front of him. Emerson stripped down next to me, and I lifted Cel up to lick the underside of his length from root to head. He groaned, and I wrapped my lips around him to suck and draw as much of him into my mouth as I could. Emerson knelt beside me, and his hand joined mine to wrap around the length I just couldn't take, and together our hands moved in tandem with my bobbing mouth.
Emerson leaned in, tucking his head below mine to draw one of Cel's balls into his mouth and roll it around with his tongue.
"Gods," Cel groaned. I took him a little deeper, my throat having relaxed just a bit with continued prodding. Cel's hand went to the back of my head, and he guided me into a slow, steady motion as Emerson kept working at him below me.
I took him deep, fighting and failing to suppress a gag when he went too far. I drew back to catch my breath, and Eme
rson stole my place. He took Cel into his mouth like a greedy little jerk, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard. I shifted and drew my hand away, licking my way over the unused part of his shaft. Emerson drew back and gave me a smirk, licking at Cel's head, and I moved to join him there. Our tongues met one his skin, and we alternated taking him in our mouths for a few brief moments. "Enough," Cel commanded, and his hands grasped under my arms to lift me to my feet and toss me onto the bed.
I giggled, and Cel slid his hips between my thighs, and I squirmed so my core rubbed against his length. He grinned down at me, leaning down to kiss me while his hand reached in to play with my breast. His fingers plucked the nipple, and those sumptuous lips of his left my mouth to trail down my throat. The flat of his tongue dragged over my other nipple, twirling around it in a circle before he drew deep and sucked. My head flew back, my back arched, and I moaned. Emerson's mouth hit mine, swallowing my cries, and Cel took the opportunity to slide a hand down my body and through my wet. A finger entered me slowly, pressing into my sensitive flesh and drawing back and out.
"You like my dick, Little One?" he moaned, kissing down my stomach in a drift of sensation.
"That seems to be the case." I squirmed, writhing my hips and seeking more stimulation from his hand as it shifted with his change of positions. His head went between my legs, hovering just above my pussy and staring at it as though he were transfixed.
"Good. I'm going to make you love it by the time I'm done with you," a dark promise, and then his mouth was on me. Emerson drifted down, drawing a nipple into his mouth and mimicking the suction Cel gave to my clit. Cel groaned into me, pressing deeper and thrusting his tongue inside. Emerson continued his path down, until he bent over my raised leg to watch Cel work my pussy with his tongue. I pouted, my view of Cel's stunning face between my legs blocked by his head.
Cel put hands under my ass and lifted until I tilted up off the bed, and Emerson's mouth was suddenly on my clit - sucking and circling in the way he knew I loved. Cel's tongue went back to my entrance, toying with it and then drawing lower to circle the rim of my ass. He slid two fingers into my core, and I shattered beneath the variety of sensations.
Emerson drew away first, and then Cel. I was a puddle under them, barely reacting when Cel lifted me up and sat me on Emerson's lap. I wrapped an arm around him and straddled Emerson's hips. Snapping out of my stupor, I drew up to take him inside me and sank down to the base. I went to sit up on him and ride him, but he held me down with a shake of his head. I shrugged at him, because I still felt boneless and had no objections to lazing my way through it.
I worked my hips over him, loving the way the angle stimulated my oversensitive clit. We found a good rhythm, and then Cel was pressing my knees in to raise me up. Emerson slid out from me, and I pouted at the loss.
But not for long because Cel was pressing into me, stretching me and sliding through my heat. He paused halfway, then withdrew. He pressed back in on a long groan. He had to force the final twist of his hips, grinding into the end of me in a burst of pleasure-pain. I cried out, and he drew back and slid back in slowly. A few pumps of that glorious length inside me and he withdrew, pressing a hand to my back to flatten me back down and guide Emerson inside of me.
I rose up halfway, leaning over Emerson and riding him in quick grinds of my hips on him. He leaned up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and Cel lifted my ass back up. Thrusting back into my pussy, he wrapped an arm around my chest and drew me up to press my back to his chest. I kissed him, savoring the feel of his tongue on mine while he gave me all of him. His thrusts were slow, but oh-so deep, hitting a part inside of me I didn't even know existed.
"So tight," he groaned in my ear as he drew his mouth from mine. "Let's see how tight you can get."
I whimpered when he dropped my hips back down, shifting to follow me so we didn't lose our connection. Emerson angled himself up, sliding his shaft against Cel's and letting it serve as a guide. He pressed against my entrance, and Cel's hands at my hips lowered me until Emerson popped inside me next to Cel.
I keened - a long, low sound as I lowered onto Emerson. Cel withdrew, letting Emerson fill me before they settled into a rhythm that I had to believe they'd perfected with another girl at some point. My back still pressed to Cel's torso, I let my head drop back to rest against him. "I'll take everything you have to offer tonight. Have to make up for lost time."
I moaned, and he slid his hand from my hip to glide between my cheeks. Those fingers rubbed at my entrance where it was stretched open obscenely to accommodate the two men gliding inside of me. He gathered wetness from there, sliding it up between my cheeks to slide a finger into my ass.
"Gods," I whimpered, and he gave me a dark chuckle in my ear.
"Feel so good," he groaned. The door to my room opened, and I was too far gone to care. It shut quickly, and before I knew it, Gale filled my vision.
"Well, hello. I spend the last half hour being all official Docent and it looks like you started celebrating without me." He grinned at me, and I gave him a loopy smile in return.
"How does he feel, Thief?" Gale asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
"So good," I whined, running my hand down my body, touching my breasts for him to watch.
Emerson smacked my ass lightly on a laugh. "Let me up."
Cel lifted me off Emerson's lap, keeping himself inside me even as Emerson slid out. I landed back on my hands and knees, and before I could track the movement, Gale was pressing his length to my mouth. I opened for him, letting him use my mouth in a light, teasing rhythm.
Cel paused in his thrusting, and I tore my mouth away from Gale to look back at him. Emerson knelt behind him, his shoulder moving while he undoubtedly lubed up Cel's ass. I moaned, turning forward and swallowing around Gale, while I thrust my hips back to take Cel to the hilt. I fucked him like that, sliding off one man and onto the other with the way they took me from both ends. Cel let out a long groan, and his hips moved forward suddenly - accepting the force of Emerson's first thrust into him. Emerson's quick hips determined our pace, moving Cel inside me and sliding me forward onto Gale's length with my mouth. I did my best to hollow my cheeks and suck hard, loving the way it felt to know that Emerson and I were surrounding Cel for his first time with us.
Emerson didn't last long, the stimulation of Cel's ass too much for him after he'd already shared my pussy, and he came on a long groan. When he pulled out, Cel hissed, and his finger slid underneath me to toy with my clit. He pulled out from me, slipping his cock up to my other entrance and pressing. I pushed out, focusing on letting him in, and he slid inside with a pop. I moaned, feeling him slide through the tender tissue there. He pressed deep, only stopping when I felt his balls slap against my pussy.
"Fuckkk," he groaned, stilling inside me to savor the moment. Then he drew back and thrust in quickly, all his earlier pacing and finesse gone as he used my ass. Gale tore away from my pussy, and without speaking, Cel lifted me up. He kept me impaled on him, somehow maneuvering to stand with me in his arms and my arms and legs dangling. Gale pressed between my legs, sliding hands underneath me to offer more support. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he slid into me, and being stretched by him in my pussy and Cel in my ass was overwhelming.
Two of my biggest men filled and used me.
I cried out, as they worked in tandem to lift me in their arms and then drop me down onto both of them simultaneously.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled, and I felt Cel's amused laugh in my ear though he sounded like he too was losing control.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I whimpered, coming around them on a shriek. Cel flooded my ass with heat and froze inside me. He filled me while Gale pounded at me, thrusting hard and chasing his own climax. When he came inside me on a groan, he kissed me for the first time since coming into the room.
The thought made me chuckle in a hysterical way, and the two men carried me to the bed. We all cuddled around one another, and even though the room reeked of sex, I could
n't be bothered to care.
Twenty-Nine
Kaia
About once a week, I escaped InkHaven Academy to do my shadowing, and it was like an escape from the hectic activity of life as a student. I drifted around the Earth Temple with a smile on my face, shadowing Finn, who proved interesting if nothing else. He was enthusiastic and dedicated to his job, animated as he spoke about all the duties he performed. One might have suspected that a Temple filled with only other Mages and the few approved Inked Matrons on most days didn't need to be guarded too fiercely, but the Order didn't take any chances with any of their precious Temples.
We made our patrols outside the Temple, we checked and maintained the security feeds, we stood sentry inside the Temple when our turn came. The fact of my being an Earth Mage barely made Finn pause, taking it in stride and simply put my skills to use. We remained discreet, of course, since I still had to be safe. But Ronan had assured me that Finn was one of the good ones. I trusted him, of course.
Finn and I often ventured into the surrounding area so that I could grow plants and such to better hide the cameras.
I still loved being inside the Temple better than outside. The inside just made me feel connected to my mother and seeing who came to worship was fascinating. It was no wonder my mom had always loved her job.
"This should probably be the last one for a while," Ash, one of the external guards said. I grinned down at him from my perch in the tree. Climbing trees was so much easier given the ability to just float on up. The little wireless camera perched on the branch was completely obvious in placement, and I stifled a snicker.
"And who decided that this would be a good place to hide a camera?" I gave him an innocent smile, even though it wouldn't turn out to be necessary since he wasn't the culprit.
This time.
"Fredricks," he answered with a blush, putting a hand to the back of his head sheepishly.