Temple of Cocidius - Book 2

by Maxx Whittaker

  “Harder!”

  I drive into her.

  “Harder!” She jerks her shoulder, slams my mouth.

  I sink my teeth in and fuck her.

  “Uh...uhh...yes!”

  We cum together, but for a second my body hangs on the edge and I’m not sure I’ll finish. The feel of Kumiko’s pussy surrendering, cumming violently around me because she has nothing left, pushes me over the edge. I pump hot and hard inside her, our cries in unison for a second before hers trail into satisfied, exhausted whimpers in time with the quiver of her body.

  I loosen my grip, lower her gently to the quilt and roll away before I crush her. After what just happened that seems a lot less likely than when I first saw her, but still. I lay on my back beside her, admiring the low taut curve of her backside in the firelight. She slips and sits up in one quick movement, shaking out her hair and ears, her limbs. Her tail makes a cute, impatient flick.

  “Up.”

  “All business?” I mumble. I sit before she answers. It’s like being kicked in the back. “What the hell?”

  Kumiko turns and cocks a brow.

  My muscles feel tensile, primed.

  She grabs something from the writing table and hurls it. I don’t have a chance to see what it is, but it doesn’t have a chance to hit me. My hand is there, faster than though, catching it.

  “Godsdamn!”

  Kumiko throws something else, and something else, squealing on her third toss. She’s so fast, and they hurtle like bolts from a crossbow. Just to show off, I catch the second item, and then bend, letting the third miss me by a finger’s width.

  She picks up a fourth item, speculative.

  It’s a dagger.

  “Hey, hey! That’s enough. I proved myself.”

  She looks me over wide eyed. “Did I do this to you?”

  Multiple couplings. I stretch, feel the speed, the tensile strength in my limbs. “Yes. Yes you did.”

  Her ears flip, and she wriggles into her wrap. “Perfect. Maybe you won’t go so slow next time.”

  -The Garden-

  One Minute to Midnight

  The Gardner hovers. Her form now is softer, illusory fabric and flesh over stone. She looks at me looking at her.

  “Are you indicating attraction for my improved form?”

  After the time I’ve had in the temple, this isn’t an unfair question. But stone conundrums aren’t yet on my sexual horizon. However, my mother taught me to be polite.

  “You mean, do I want to chisel you?”

  The Gardener giggles. Unlike before, it doesn’t sound like it’s been filtered through layers of stone.

  More and more interesting.

  I turn, ushering a timid Kumiko into the garden.

  She hardly budges, hunched and tugging at an ear.

  “Hey, are you alright?”

  She looks everywhere, but I don’t think she sees a thing. “I’ve never been here before. I keep waiting for–” Her eyes dart to the copse, the pond. “It’s hard to believe it’s over.”

  The Gardener gentles her. “There is nothing in the garden which I have not cultivated. Even the weeds are eradicated.” There’s something terrible and intimidating to her words, so simple, so final. I’m glad she’s on our side.

  I hope.

  Kumiko relaxes against me, but barely.

  “Go now, and rest,” instructs the Gardener like a parent. “Tomorrow your true tests begin.”

  “My–” Is she serious? Yep. She’s right. I need my rest. “Goodnight, Gardener.”

  “Thaïs.”

  I turn back. “What?”

  “I had a name once. It was Thaïs.”

  Have we made progress? “Were you a–”

  She’s already drifting away, done with me.

  I exchange a look with Kumiko, who clearly doesn’t understand.

  “It’s complicated. Come on. You’ll meet the others in the morning.”

  Turns out she’ll meet the others now. Lamplight glows from between the columns of my chamber and the sounds...more giggling and shrieking than a drunken whorehouse.

  And the furniture…

  I look to Meridiana because I feel in my heart this is her doing.

  She shrugs. “Two beds in two rooms or two beds in one room. The answer seemed rather simple.”

  The answer is one massive bed, wedged between the walls of my room, sprawled with three stunning, powerful women.

  Meridiana gets to her knees, smelling Kumiko, who looks hunted in a very different way. Meridiana strokes her ears, brushes the silver hairs at Kumiko’s knees. “My my.”

  She slips her fingers between Kumiko’s and tugs her to the sheets. For all she’s been through, the bunny girl looks happy to obey.

  Freya is the only one clothed. Finna leaves an illicit damp spot with her body, and Meridiana goes on playing with Kumiko’s ear - to great effect, judging by Kumiko’s face.

  So much delicious, previously explored flesh, and my cock barely stirs. “Listen to me,” I warn, mostly to Meridiana. A little to Finna, but mostly that headstrong succubus. “I am utterly wrecked. You can stay in here….” I point to each girl, “If you keep hands to yourselves.”

  “Oh,” Meridiana whips her ass with her tail and squeals, “We promise not to touch you.”

  “Nice try.” I strip to my braes and fall between the four. “I said hands to yourself.”

  Meridiana hmm’s. I see the look she passes to Finna.

  “And tails. Tentacles. Appendages. Wings. Tongues-” I yawn. “All parts to yourself.”

  Meridiana’s tail flicks up, loops, and disappears beneath her silk drape.

  “And out of yourself!” I can’t fight my laughter. Neither can Freya.

  “One night of sleep. That’s not too much to ask?” I prod.

  Kumiko pats away a yawn. “It’s not like you have anything to worry about tomorrow.”

  I drift away, warmed by her praise, entranced by the twine of slender limbs and the press of warm soft bodies, of fingers slipping together. Five people taking comfort from each other.

  But on the edge of my thoughts, just before sleep takes me, behind closed eyes I see blood...

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