“Wha-What are you doing?” Her eyes locked on them, she groped for a towel to wipe her hands dry.
“We decided we need a little exercise from all those—how do you Earthlings say it?
Ca-calories. That’s right—calories we’ve consumed.” From the mirror, she saw Adamas took hold of her hands and patted them with the towel, his expression grave and solemn.
Until she saw the twinkle in his silver eyes.
“And we have a very pleasant exercise in mind,” Damaon murmured against her ear.
The burgeoning hardness against her spine excited her.
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“They can entertain themselves for a few minutes.” Adamas kissed her, his tongue flicking gently against her lips, seeking permission to enter. She could no more deny him than she could her need for air or food. She opened her mouth and welcomed the brush of his rough tongue against hers, hot and passionate and yet, unbelievably gentle. She wasn’t surprised when Damaon’s hands covered her bare breasts and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hands lifted and gripped Adamas’ naked shoulders, then she moaned as she ran her hands down his muscled back, his skin smooth as satin. Magic was so convenient to have around, especially when one was in a hurry to make love.
She was so intent on the kiss that she wasn’t aware of Adamas removing her hands from his body until he wasn’t there anymore. She opened her eyes, blinked and saw that he had ensconced himself in one of the plush armchairs. His fingers crooked invitingly, but she was drawn by his smile and the turgid length of his cock lying against his stomach.
She dragged Damaon, whose cock bumped her ass teasingly, along with her. She rubbed against him and pushed her hips back, making him groan. Adamas released a hoarse, unwilling laugh. “Stop playing, you two, and come here. I’m hungry.”
“After all that you’ve eaten earlier?” she managed to tease. Fire raced in molten streams through her body, stimulated both by Damaon’s caresses and the stark lust in Adamas’ eyes.
“This is different.”
She clambered up the armchair. “Yes, so very different…” she murmured in assent as she sank down on him. His cock was a perfect fit within her, filling her up so completely.
Adamas sighed and nuzzled her breasts, then opened his mouth over one rosy peak and proceeded to tease it further. She cried out. “Adamas…oh God…”
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“Sh.” His teeth rasped over the burgeoned bud, shooting pain through her that mingled with the pleasure arising from her movement on his cock. Damaon stopped her with a hand on her back, then pushed her down further so that he could ease his creamed cock into her hole. His thick cock slipped past the tight ring of her anus and she moaned with rising pleasure. Even in her wildest days, she’d never taken two men simultaneously, but she was becoming to realize that this was her favorite position—two hard cocks within her, thrusting into her at the same time. The friction of their rubs against the thin membrane that separated her channel and her hole increased her bliss to unimagined heights.
All thoughts flew out of her head as the men resumed the rhythm of their plunges, their breathing labored as they drove in and withdrew, over and over in a cadence that stirred up the tension in her belly. Her clit rubbed against Adamas’ groin with each stroke, sparking a delicious swirl of delight that prodded her upward journey toward the ultimate release.
Each man drove deep into her, plumbing her heat, when all of a sudden, the pace changed, becoming fast and shallow. The pressure in her clit increased until she screamed and exploded into jerky, uncontrollable motions, her orgasm riding her high. Adamas bit down on her nipple and she was shoved higher on the crest of her ecstasy. The men soon followed, one after another, both her pussy and her anus not letting up on them until they’d shot their load into her.
She slumped against Adamas, her pussy still throbbing around his cock. Not long after, the pleasure faded away and she was made aware of the heavy feeling in her stomach. “I still feel so full,” she moaned.
Damaon withdrew from her. “That should teach you not to eat so much next time.”
There was a hint of laughter in the rogue’s voice. She’d kill him when she was recovered. “Maybe we should do some more exercise,” he went on to suggest, his hand palming her buttocks.
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Adamas smoothed her hair. “Let’s just sit here for some time,” he soothed. “You’ll feel better in a little while.”
“I think she should walk around,” Damaon contradicted. “It’ll help in the digestion.” His hands were gentle as he wiped the sweat from her body with a towel. She hadn’t been pampered since her mother had fallen ill and she’d almost forgotten how good it felt. “Here, sit up.”
Though his touch was impersonal, she tingled when he stroked her erogenous zones. Her nipples puckered, and she swore he lingered on the taut buds. His thumb even rasped a caress across one, though his face was impassive when she glanced at him. He helped her to stand. She bit back a protest when Adamas slid out of her and her pussy was empty once more. A wriggle of Damaon’s fingers and they were all clad once more in the clothing they’d worn earlier.
They walked with her, round and round the small room until she was more like her usual self. She gave them a slight push toward the door. “I think you should go back first.”
“Don’t tell me you still feel shy that the others know about us,” Adamas teased. Since she was neither immortal nor the men’s wife, the other adults must know the real reason for her presence, but since they still treated her with respect, Raisa found she could accept it as it was no different from appearing at a party as someone’s girlfriend. However, Raisa would rather not be responsible for lifting the veil of innocence she saw lurking in certain sapphire depths. “No, but I’d rather Iderea doesn’t know. She’s still a child.”
Damaon’s brow lifted. “At sixteen? I remember reading that teenagers as early as fifteen or fourteen have been engaging in sex in your world.”
Raisa shook her head emphatically. “But not Iderea and I’d rather she learn about sex elsewhere.”
Both men laughed, indulgence coloring their tone.
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“All right.” Adamas bent to kiss her mouth. “I can’t wait for this party to be over so we can go to bed.”
Damaon claimed his own kiss. “Same here.” He traced her lower lip with his thumb and winked, then followed Adamas out of the washroom.
Raisa stared at their retreating backs, sure that hunger blazed from her eyes. Damaon’s butt was to die for, but underneath the lust, something else was gathering force within her, something like despair. She slumped against the pillar and bit back a moan of anguish. With each lovemaking session, each expression of tenderness and consideration, the men drew her into a tight web of sexual and emotional intimacy. Yet, in two days, whether she liked it or not, she would be leaving them. The thought filled her with a strange panic.
Once, she wanted nothing more than to be gone from this strange place, even with the threat of joblessness hanging over her back on Earth. But the palace was slowly growing on her. It didn’t seem cold anymore, but warm and—she couldn’t say inviting—comfortable.
How was she going to give up Adamas and Damaon when the time came? What would the rest of her life be like without them?
She had no time to ruminate on these questions because Ida walked in just then, but instead of heading for the cubicles, she remained in the waiting area. Raisa’s brows lifted as she watched the girl pace. “Aren’t you going in?”
“No.” Ida groaned. “I’m so full I can barely stand, but I need to walk off the food I’ve consumed. I’ll surely grow fat if I stay here on a permanent basis.”
Raisa eyed the girl’s reed-thin figure. “You can still afford a few pounds.”
“For now,” Ida agreed. “Judging by your white gown, you’re here to ask Adamas and Damaon for a favor, aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
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“You’re obviously not an immortal, because of your color, so you must be a mortal who has come to ask for help. That always happens, for those who are determined and persistent enough.” Ida nodded knowledgeably and Raisa was reminded of Esmeralda’s story. Better to go along with what Ida thought, as Raisa didn’t want to talk about sex to this child-woman. “And since you wore a white gown, then you must’ve come to Adamas and Damaon, and not to Tap or Orin. Did they give you what you’ve come for?”
As it was her favor that Adamas and Damaon needed, and not the other way around, Raisa didn’t know how to answer the girl. So she decided to evade. “Um, the fourteen days are not yet up and—”
“I know. My father works that way too.” Her eyes glinted in mischief. “Have you met any of the servants?”
“Only Dia,” Raisa answered, wondering at the reason for her question.
“There’s also Desmond and Diam and Mondo, and a whole lot of names. I don’t know where I pulled them from.”
Raisa leaned against the sink and stared at her in shock. “You— You’re the one who gave them the names?”
“Yes, isn’t it ingenious of me?” Ida chortled in delight. “I did it last year, when we came over for dinner.”
And all the while Adamas and Damaon thought the deed was done by one of the practical jokers among the immortals. The culprit was much closer at hand.
“Do you think the names were a good idea?”
Raisa focused on Ida’s pleading face, her voice matching her expression. There was a hint of uncertainty there and an unconscious plea for approval that reminded Raisa of how young Ida really was.
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I’ll be living here as well, so I might as well start the process early and get used to calling the servants here by name and—”
“Married?” Raisa gasped, shock and pain exploding within her. “To Adamas and Damaon?”
“Oh yes,” Ida answered happily. “I’ve been betrothed to them for a long time now.”
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Chapter Seven
Those cheating, lying snakes!
All the time they were telling her how pitiful they were, how much they needed her in order to preserve their life, they had a fiancée tucked away somewhere, an innocent, beautiful girl whom they were betraying every time they had sex with Raisa. That Adamas and Damaon couldn’t possibly have sex with their fiancée since the girl was a minor didn’t assuage Raisa’s rising anger much. That they didn’t even bother to inform her—
“I found out about it by accident,” Ida confessed, her face suffused with the warm, red glow of a blush. “I was rummaging around in Father’s safe for some jewelry Mother had left for me when I saw this official-looking document with the signatures of the Sapphire and Diamond Immortals. I thought maybe Father would tell me when I reached the legal age, which would be in about two years time. I was content to wait, but I thought I should get to know my intended before that time, you know.”
Heartsick, Raisa nodded, as it seemed Iderea was waiting for a comment. Each word the girl was saying stabbed her like a freshly sharpened knife, the cut piercing straight to the bone. The pain was worse than the anger, debilitating her and almost causing her to fall on her knees. It was only by sheer effort of will that she stayed upright and, she hoped, her face stayed expressionless as she listened to Ida prattle on. Raisa remembered how she didn’t like to think of the women Adamas and Damaon had touched before or those who would come after. With searing hurt thundering in her, she realized she didn’t like knowing there would only be one woman after her either. No, she liked it much, much less. Somehow, knowing there would be a lot of women after her, where each woman would be nameless and faceless after a while, had 99
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been much easier to bear. If she couldn’t touch their hearts, then it was some comfort to know that other women couldn’t either.
But now this.
Yet, one logical, objective, reluctant part of her recognized how perfect Ida was for them. As the daughter of an immortal, she already knew the ins and outs of a gem demesne, she knew how to manage the servants, what a good wife needed to do to assist her husbands in the important task of gem creation and management and more importantly, Ida was already adjusted to the idea of a life that stretched into eternity. All the things Raisa was not.
Damn, what was she thinking? She couldn’t go down that dangerous mental path. She had to be clear in her mind—there was absolutely no comparison between her and Ida, none at all. Raisa had no hold on them. As far as she could see, she was just a woman to Adamas and Damaon, someone to assuage their needs, someone to heal them and bring them back from the brink of death this one time. She was a notch on their bedposts, one of the many women the calling star had sent to ensure that the universe would continue to have diamond immortals to serve them with the coveted gems.
It hurt, but the truth always had that effect.
“This is just so perfect,” cried the child-woman whose whole life had been mapped out by a far-seeing father. Ida grabbed hold of Raisa’s lifeless hands and began to twirl her about the room in ecstatic joy.
Raisa made some excuse to leave the washroom, as she didn’t want Ida to witness the tears that she couldn’t hold back anymore. Once she had control of herself, she returned to the parlor to find the immortals chatting and laughing as before, Damaon making a ribald joke that had his audience in stitches. Standing for a moment in the doorway, Raisa felt the widening chasm between the people sitting at the table and her. For them, nothing had changed in the few minutes 100
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she’d been gone, but her world had turned upside down and would never be the same again.
She didn’t know how she got through the rest of the evening, when they adjourned to the music room soon after her enlightening trip to the washroom. Ida returned and performed on the piano and Bronwyn took a turn at the harp. Adamas and Damaon sang a few duets, their deep, baritone voices sweeping over her in a melodious caress and she found she couldn’t take her eyes away from them. Several times, Raisa felt Esmeralda’s concerned, questioning gaze on her, but Raisa pretended not to see and kept her steadfast stare on her lovers. As much as she was still reeling from Ida’s revelation, Raisa couldn’t help the tinge of regret that her budding friendship with Esmeralda wouldn’t bear fruit.
Finally— finally!—the immortals made move to leave.
“I’m so glad I met you.” Ida wrapped her in an exuberant embrace. “Good luck.”
Raisa hugged her back, unable to hate her, because she recognized one important truth—Adamas and Damaon needed Sapphire’s daughter. They needed her youthful enthusiasm and cheerfulness to keep the demons at bay. With Ida permanently in their lives, they needn’t fear the gradual hardening of their hearts and all its resultant consequences. They could lead normal human lives, or as normal as it was for men who could live for eternity.
For that, Raisa could even love her, because… The sudden realization stunned her and she squeezed Esmeralda so tight the other woman winced. Not that she loved them. No, she had already guessed that from the amount of anguish she suffered when the news of their impending marriage was revealed. Maybe even before then, when she found herself craving to know more about them, a craving that had gone beyond the demands of her body, a craving that was rooted in her soul. What startled her was the kind of love she bore for them. An all-encompassing love that made her want only the best for them, even if it meant letting them go and being with another woman, though her heart bled at the prospect. It didn’t help that she 101
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didn’t have any choice in the matter, that she was powerless and helpless to prevent it. Her control lay in another area—she wouldn’t burden them with avowals of her love, because she knew it would be unwelcome. They only wanted her for the service she could give them—had already given them. That was very clear from the fact that they had hardly left the bed in the past twelve days. Nor would she cry or beg for them to allow her to stay on after the fourteen days were up, no matter how much she wanted to be with them.
She would move on, when it was time.
But until then, they were hers to do as she wished—within reason, of course—and she knew just how she wanted to spend the next two days of their time together. No. A sudden thought stilled all her plans. She couldn’t make love with them anymore. They weren’t free men, as she had once thought. Pain gripped her as she realized she couldn’t touch them anymore, as she willed, or laugh with them or—
“Call me,” Esmeralda whispered against her ear. “If you need to talk.”
Raisa nodded and thanked her, though she had no intention to do so. There was no point in cultivating a friendship that wouldn’t last.
“You and Esmeralda seem to hit it off,” Adamas observed as they waved goodbye to the Emerald Immortal and his wife.
“She reminds me of my best friend back on Earth,” Raisa lied, unwilling to let him place any importance on a relationship that could never be. She would only be devastated when the time came. “Maybe that’s the reason I feel so close to her. I can’t wait to tell Shirley about my adventure here.”
Something flickered in Adamas’ silver eyes, but he didn’t say anything else.
“Eager to be home?” Damaon shut the door and faced her. His arrogant stance was lazy, though she had the feeling something dangerous lurked beneath his nonchalant façade. The intense way he was looking at her heated her blood, made her forget—
almost—about Iderea.
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“Oh yes.” No, I want to stay. A cry from the heart that wasn’t heard. “I miss the house where I grew up in, my friends, my—”
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