by Tl Reeve
“Why?” she asked before eating another one. This time it tasted like whipped cream and strawberries.
“However they make it, it reacts to each person’s chemistry. So, no one person will experience the same flavor as anyone else does. It’s kind of cool when you think about it,” Maël replied before popping another into his mouth.
It was kind of cool.
After finishing her last piece, she folded the wrappers and stuffed them in the tiny pocket on her skirt. Later, when she returned to her room, she’d tack them to the memory board she brought with her from home.
“What’s next?” She didn’t bother keeping the anticipation from her voice.
“We get to dance and celebrate Taichi’s win.” Maël stood, and tucked Natasha into his side before easing his way through the boisterous crowd exiting the arena.
“Poor Keiji…he never wins, does he?” She glanced up at Maël while taking the cup he offered her.
“No. I wouldn’t worry about it though, in the end, he wins Taichi.” Maël smirked. “And you. If you ask me, that’s a pretty good deal.”
She couldn’t agree more. The cup in her hand crinkled under the pressure of her fingers tightening around it. Excitement warred with nervousness. The anxious energy rolling through her made Natasha hyperaware of her surroundings. The more Maël told her what to expect, the less she was able to concentrate.
Maël’s gaze never left her as he took a drink of his beverage. “Having already experienced the pleasure of your body, I can’t wait to watch them make you lose control when they fuck you.”
She gulped. “Where will you be?”
“Watching and waiting for my turn,” he purred.
Holy shit, she was going to be a puddle of goo by the time the night was over. She needed to focus on the here and now, not what may or may not happen later. “Where are Keiji and Taichi? Should we go find them?”
“Let’s dance,” Maël said, ignoring her question.
He placed his cup in the trash can nearest them and held out his hand. Natasha dumped hers as well before placing her palm in his. The biting chill of touch sent a thrill down her spine. It was fascinating. The way her body heat chased away the cold, warming Maël as well. They stepped onto the makeshift dance floor as the introduction cords of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Marilyn Manson pumped through the massive speakers. The languid beat rolled through her body. She loved it.
Dancing right now with Maël would be a great way to release some of her pent-up energy. He tugged her into his arms, pressing her flush to his body. The thick length of his cock pressed to her lower belly, adding to the pleasure still crawling through her veins. The liquid erotic rhythm of the song made her sluggish, languid. Slowly they moved to the music. Their hips brushing and grinding against each other in a purely hedonistic way.
She glanced around the area. The way some of the couples were connected it looked as though they were having sex. Their hands slid across each other’s bodies in a sensual manner. Their groins were pinned together. The self-indulgent way they rocked together had Natasha wondering if they were close to climaxing. She shouldn’t be watching them, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. The whole debauched scene was hot as hell. “Who’d have thought Manson’s music could be so dirty.”
Maël’s lips brushed the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You’ve obviously never fucked to him then, have you?”
Natasha shivered when he nipped at her sensitive lobe. “Ahh ... no.”
Maël moaned when he palmed her ass and her belly rubbed against his erection. Hard to believe they’d fucked only a couple of hours ago since they were both acting like horny, lovesick, teenagers.
“We’ll have to make sure you get the pleasure of experiencing it,” he assured her.
A set of large hands encase her shoulders and warmth bloomed along her back. A quick turn of her head brought her face to face with Keiji. His eyes were heavy lidden and filled with lust.
Taichi stood off to the side, close by. His eyes reflected the same desire as Keiji. Neither of them said a word and they didn’t have to. Maël released her into Keiji’s arms and stepped aside. Taichi pressed against her back. Although she had seen a few relationships that were multiple partners back home, Natasha never thought it would be something she’d encounter or want herself.
Did it make her a slut?
Keiji fingers brushed over her forehead, smoothing the frown between her brows. “Someone is over thinking this.”
“Maël and I fucked before we came to the arena,” she blurted.
Taichi chuckled behind her.
“And?” Keiji asked. “I fucked Taichi last night and this morning.”
Natasha tilted her head to catch the other man’s gaze.
Taichi nodded.
“Your point?” Keiji drew her attention back to him.
“I thought you should know?”
Keiji chuckled this time. “I knew it the second I smelled you. Your scent has mixed with Maël’s. You also shared blood.”
Natasha nodded. “We did.”
“Once Taichi and I have had the pleasure of taking you, you will smell of all us. But to answer your question; I don’t mind and I am not jealous. Neither is Taichi. You’re ours,” he growled.
“But—”
Keiji placed a single finger across her lips, effectively stopping her from speaking. “No buts, Natasha. Only us … only pleasure.”
“We’re going to dance, eat and enjoy the party,” Taichi added. “When the night is over, you’ll decide the next step, and we, all three of us, will follow your lead. No repercussions or judgments from us or anyone else on campus.”
She snorted. “Someone will have something to say about one girl and three hot guys. My reputation—"
“Bell has two mates. Do you think anyone on this campus gives a shit? They’re her mates. It is not up to us to question who is chosen for us,” Keiji said. “No one will question or speak badly about you. It happens way more than you think or know. One female with multiple male mates is not uncommon for our kind. Look around, Natasha. You’ll see it on the dance floor, in the little groups who are huddled together. It is easy to pick out those who are together.”
Natasha had seen it already.
Couples on the dance floor varied. Male-female, male-male and a mix of several males and one or more females. One tiny girl had six large guys around her. Each one seemed to be touching her at varies points and Natasha could tell by how they interacted that they were somehow involved with one another.
“Like them?” She nodded to the group off to the right of them.
Keiji followed her gaze. “Yes. I don’t know them very well. I do know her name is Nova. She’s human, but her mates are all demons. They hail from Lucifer’s bloodline and are brothers. They share her.”
“Whoa. How does she keep up?”
Keiji chuckled. “I don’t know from personal experience, but I’d have to guess it’d be no different than us. They’d either share her at the same time or one at a time. Unlike us though, since they’re brothers there would be no sexual play between the guys, hachidori.”
“She looks very happy,” Natasha noted.
Nova’s face had a huge smile as she spoke enthusiastically with the men surrounding her. She was secure in her position and the love of the massive men who surround her, who scowled at any male that was stupid enough to approach the petite woman, sent a wave of longing through Natasha.
Taichi smiled. “Actually, there are seven brothers. One is missing and from what they’ve told me, she’s very happy.” Taichi pressed his chest to her back and groaned. “Two of them are in my classes. One of them is in my A&P class and another is in my Biology class. They’re cool. Honestly, unless they told you, you’d have no idea of their bloodline.”
“We’re still talking about this?” Maël appeared on her right. In his hands held four red cups. “I’d figured by now she’d be parched from the heat and dancing.”
Maël arched a brow at her. “She seemed more than fine when we spoke about it.” He paused. “On two separate occasions tonight. Truth be told the second time when I explained to her how the night might go—”
“What did you tell her?” Taichi asked.
“I told her chances were you two would be fucking like rabbits after the adrenaline high.”
“That’s not exactly how you put it,” she reminded him.
“It was pretty close,” Maël replied before taking a sip from his cup.
“And how did you react, Natasha?” Keiji inquired.
The warm flush of embarrassment filled her cheeks. Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t adequately describe the feeling, other than extremely horny and wet.
“The smell of her need was like an aphrodisiac. I’d wager her sweet little pussy went molten at the thought of you two fucking.”
Taichi inhaled deeply. “He’s right. I smell it coming from her now.”
“As do I,” Keiji added. “We’re going to let it build. We’ll dance with you, then when you’re out of your mind with hunger, we’ll go someplace more private to relieve the ache. If you wish it.”
“Can we go now?” Natasha didn’t bother hiding the need in her voice.
“Patience, hachidori. We want to give you a night to remember and look back on fondly.” Keiji smiled. “It will just be one of thousands of nights we will give you pleasure.”
“For now, we will dance,” Taichi said.
Alrighty then. “Sounds good to me.” Didn’t seem like such a bad plan. Of course, by the time they were done dancing, she’d be a trembling mess on the verge of imploding. She’d grown wetter just thinking about them naked and aroused. On second thought, maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all ...
Eight
Keiji pushed open the door to his and Taichi’s apartment then ushered Natasha and Maël inside, after removing their shoes. They’d worked themselves into a frenzy, grinding and rubbing against each other as the music pounded through their veins. The evening had gone better than he anticipated.
Natasha’s admission had caught him off guard, but it didn’t offend him. In fact, surprisingly, it turned him on. If anyone claimed their bonded first, it was best it’d been Maël. Due to her lack of knowledge when it came to dhampirs like her, popping her first fang in the middle of all three of them might have ruined the moment.
Still, he had to prepare her for what was to come. They had to lay it all out there for her and let her dictate how the evening would end. He hoped it be with her between all three of them. However if it didn’t, he completely understood. For Natasha to go from thinking she was human, to finding out in a rather short amount of time that she was a dhampir, couldn’t be easy on her.
Keiji locked the door behind him, startling Natasha. She faced him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and his dick jerked behind the fly of his pants. Her scent darkened, becoming sweeter by the second. Formalities first. Sex second. Keiji crossed to her and held out his hand. When she readily took it, a piece of him settled. He guided her over to the small couch and sat down beside her.
Taichi and Maël joined them.
“Tonight is all about you. What you want and don’t want,” he said, keeping his gaze on Natasha. “But you have to understand what will happen here.”
“All of it will be with your consent,” Taichi added. “If you don’t feel comfortable, everything will end. No pressure.”
Maël nodded. “Agreed.”
Natasha folded her hands together and seemingly contemplated what they said. “What if ... What if I want to watch first?”
“What do you want to watch us do first, hachidori?” Keiji scooted a bit closer to her. “Kissing? Touching? Sucking? Instruct us. We will grant you whatever your fantasy dictates.”
“Don’t be so impatient.” Her laugh had Keiji’s cock straining against the zipper. “I...” She frowned for a second, then shrugged as though she carried on some conversation none of them, besides her, could hear. “This is all so weird.” She sighed. “There, I said it.”
“What’s weird about it?” Taichi prodded.
“When I decided to come here—to TSU, I did so because my brothers were here, and I thought at least I could spend time with them, because I missed them. Instead of finding them, I found you guys and new friends. Nothing about my leaving home was planned. Now, it’s like everything already is ... planned out, I mean.” Her gaze darted from Keiji to Taichi before settling on Maël. “I want you to do what you would do whether or not I’m here. You can’t fabricate spontaneity. Show me what you like.”
A devilish grin tugged at Taichi’s lips. His face darkened with mischief. “Ah, whatever we like, shujin.”
Keiji grit his teeth, giving himself a second to gather a bit of threadbare control. “Maël, why don’t you put Natasha on your lap, so she gets a better view.”
“How about we go to your room,” she said. “Better than out here, right? More room for all of us.”
“I like where she’s going with this,” Taichi said, rubbing his hand up and down Keiji’s thigh.
Keiji stood. “Perfect.” Their bedroom had a large bed and a small chaise lounge, which was angled nicely for Maël and Natasha to sit on. “Follow me.”
He led then down the short hallway to his and Taichi’s room. They’d kept the decor to a minimum, never really seeing the point of putting pointless paintings or embellishments on the walls. The bed was the masterpiece after all. He stood to the side, allowing the others to enter. A part of him yearned for her approval.
Once they finished their bonding, he would turn the decorating part over to her. She could do whatever she wanted with it. Besides the bed dominating the room, he wondered if he subconsciously waited for someone like Natasha to come along to decorate it.
“Oh...” Natasha glanced around the room. “I guess you don’t need anything fancy when you have a bed like that.”
Keiji had it custom made. No matter if they were in human form or demon, he and Taichi would be comfortable. The bed measured ten feet by twelve feet, and all of their sheets and blankets were custom made in Japan. He spared no expense in its construction and it’d been worth every penny he paid. “No, but if you wish to add a few touches, you are welcome to.”
“I’ll take it under advisement,” she said, running her fingertips over the comforter.
Maël came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her middle. “Would you like to sit on the bed to watch or would you rather sit over here?” He turned her slightly toward the chaise lounge. Like the bed, Keiji had it custom made out of the finest silks he could afford. Many nights he fucked Taichi on it, reveling in his cries of pleasure and pleading moans.
Natasha glanced between the bed and the chaise. “The chaise.”
“Excellent choice,” Taichi chimed in. “I think you’re going to enjoy sitting there.”
*
Maybe it was the two cups of punch she drank, or the druid-made candy she ate, but Natasha was on fire. Her skin tingled with anticipation. Her lower belly twisted with arousal so potent, she thought she’d go insane before someone finally touched her. Her fingers twitched, desperate to feel Keiji and Taichi’s naked flesh. She’d never felt so out of control in her life.
Maël tugged her back into his arms as if sensing the growing need within her. A soft whimper fell from her lips as she stood in awe of the two men before her, removing each other’s clothes. Their lips touched in an innocent kiss and lust crawled through her veins, turning her on more. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the men.
“You like it?” Maël murmured in her ear.
“Y-yes.” She didn’t dare try to peer back at him, afraid if she did so, she’d forget what Keiji and Taichi offered, and fuck Maël to relieve the growing ache within her.
She glanced over at the men and gasped. Taichi was on his knees taking Keiji’s cock to the back of his throat. She shuddered. Her focus narrowed to a point, watching each bob of Taichi’s head. The trail of precum and saliva glistened along Keiji’s length before being gobbled up again by Taichi. Each slurp was accompanied by a moan from Keiji. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was slightly opened.
Her breath came in soft pants. Her knees shook, becoming weak. Maël sat down on the chaise, taking her with him. The hard press of his erection bit into the flesh of her hip, adding to the already erotic atmosphere. Natasha rocked against him and was rewarded by a hiss from Maël. He tensed behind her.
“You’re playing with fire,” Maël grunted.
Sure, she was and she didn’t care. A red haze colored her vision. “Are we only supposed to watch?”
“No.” He released his hold on her and pushed his hands under her skirt. He caressed her inner thigh, refusing to touch the spot she needed him most. Her pussy. Up and back he went, hypnotizing her with his motions.
She fell into the rhythm, rocking her hips. Her heart pounded. Her body trembled, and her eyes closed while she burrowed her face in the crook of his neck. When he finally circled her clit with his middle finger, she climaxed hard. Maël milked the tiny bead of her release, but it wasn’t enough. She still ached for more. Natasha opened her eyes and found Keiji and Taichi staring at her. Their gazes were heavy-lidded. Taichi stroked Keiji. A fine sheen of sweat coated their bodies.
Come spewed from Keiji’s tip and Taichi was there to lick and suck it up. Keiji grunted, giving a lazy thrust of his hips, while his eyes were still glued on the spot between her thighs where Maël teased her pussy. “Naughty girl.” He pulled from Taichi’s grip and strode towards her. He was still hard. His uncut tip was covered with spit and cum. “Show me.”