April’s Fools

by Ophelia Bell

  In a rush, Gray’s hot seed flooded into me, along with all his pent-up energy. Even after two rounds, the infusion of magic coupled with my estrous left me ready for more.

  “My turn,” Murdoc said in a low voice filled with promise. But rather than move into position behind me, he shifted right where he was. Gray’s cock slid out of me, and his enormous scaled arm slipped around my middle to support me while the others moved to make room for a third dragon.

  Once Murdoc’s shift ended, his enormous dragon body was covered in white scales like the others, tinged a silvery ice blue. But he was nothing close to cold when he lifted me in his talons, cradling me like a baby at first. I slid my arms around his neck and found purchase with my feet on his big, scaled thighs. All I needed to do was squat to take his cock into me, the enormous shaft rising up like a column of pale, veined marble.

  It might have looked like stone, but it felt like hardened flesh, just as soft and hot as a cock ought to be. Before I fucked him, I took advantage of the new position to stroke him, reaching down to caress his balls and watching his narrow pupils flare from dark slits to black, bottomless circles. He growled and flicked his tongue out lightly against my neck as if in warning. I grinned up at him.

  “Getting impatient?”

  I held his cock still and lowered myself until his tip pressed against my pussy, then began to rock back and forth along his swollen head. Settled back on his haunches and tail, the position didn’t allow him to move his hips. I was in control now, and he knew it. I kept rubbing myself on the tip of his cock until his talons dug into my hips. Another warning that he could make me take him if he wanted to.

  I nestled his tip a little deeper inside me, then raised my hands to his velvety smooth jaw, sliding them up to wrap around his horns. I gazed into his enormous cat-like silver orbs. His pupils narrowed to slits again, and he dipped his head, flicking his tongue out over my breasts, lightly teasing my nipples. I bit my lip and sank down slowly, determined to savor taking him in, now that I had full control. He was so enormous, I could barely believe my body could accommodate him, but I did. I’d taken two other dragons just as big already.

  Murdoc emitted another impatient growl, and someone laughed. I shifted my focus to the direction of the sound, finding the other five men standing just behind and to one side of Murdoc, watching intently.

  “Don’t torture him or he’ll take it out of you later,” Tate said.

  I was briefly distracted by the scene—all five of them naked and aroused. Stuart and Gray were human again, looking as hungry as the three ursa despite sharing an epic fuck with me moments earlier. I licked my lips as I brazenly checked them all out. I’d promised I could take them all twice, and I meant it. I sank down a little more on Murdoc’s cock, my arousal growing to a peak between Murdoc’s tongue expertly teasing my breasts and the harem of desperate, naked men waiting their turn.

  “Tate, Gray told me a little story about how much he loves when you suck his cock. Why don’t you take care of him for a few until Murdoc is done with me? In fact, you guys shouldn’t hold back with each other just because I’m part of the group now. Love is love. If you want each other, don’t let me stop you.”

  Tate’s cheeks reddened and he glanced at Gray, who only shrugged and smiled. “She’s not lying,” Gray said.

  With a growl, Tate lunged at Gray, slamming him against the window and causing it to vibrate. For a second, I thought they might start fighting, but when Tate’s mouth crashed against Gray’s, I knew better. He slid down Gray’s body and took his hard cock deep in one smooth motion, sucking like he was starved. The scene sent a rush of fresh need through me, and I dropped lower on Murdoc’s cock, gasping at the surge of pleasure. I needed to be fucked again, hard and fast.

  26

  April

  Murdoc picked up on my barely coherent plea and grabbed hold of my hips. “Is this what you need, sweet thing?” He lifted me up and slammed me back down on his cock so swiftly my head spun from the sudden, acute pleasure. After that, I was at his mercy completely, clinging to his thick, scaled neck while he took over. He shifted positions slightly, leaning over and bracing one big taloned claw on the floor while holding me with another. With the leverage to move his hips, all I could do was hold on and surrender to the absolute pleasure of being impaled over and over by his enormous cock.

  I came in a torrent of magic, crying out so long and loud I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded like an animal, but I felt like a goddess with the flood of power both entering me and flowing out of me. Murdoc’s roar merged with my cries, drowning out the chorus of moans from the other men who’d been taking turns pleasuring each other out of the corner of my eye. While Tate had taken care of Gray, Eddie and Chayton had cornered Stuart, taking turns sucking him off. But all five of them stopped and moved toward us, eager for the next round to start.

  When our orgasms faded, Murdoc shrank and transformed, still holding me tight to him with his cock buried deep. My pussy pulsed around him for a few more seconds, and he stepped forward to rest my backside on the smooth steel marver again. He stared into my eyes, looking dazed and awed.

  “Sweet Mother, that was the best fuck of my life. I’d go again, but I guess I’ll have to wait my turn. Are you ready for them?”

  Panting and tingling all over from the flowing magic in my blood, I nodded. “Will you shift again? I want you to hold me for them.”

  “It would be my honor.” He flashed me a toothy smile and slipped his cock out of me, then stepped back, growing and morphing back into his true form. I slipped off the marver and went to him, climbing onto his lap and into the circle of his arms. His belly was hot against my back, but his cock had disappeared into some protective pocket beneath his armored hide. I settled on his lap, letting my legs splay across the tops of his thighs, which he widened just enough.

  Tate was the first to come to me, dropping to his knees as if to pray, but rather than pray, he leaned in between my legs, inhaling deeply before giving my cum-filled pussy a long, slow lick. I gasped and dropped my head back against Murdoc’s shoulder.

  Tate peered up at me from his knees, an unspoken question in his eyes. Even though my telepathic link only extended to the dragons, I knew what he wanted.

  “Yes,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. I want all six of you. Always.”

  He smiled and rose, grabbing his cock by the base. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he positioned himself at my opening. After being impaled by three of the biggest cocks on earth, I wasn’t expecting such perfect pleasure, but when Tate plunged into me, I gasped in surprise. The very contact of his cock against my tender inner walls sent a wave of pleasure through me that was so divine my mind exploded with light.

  I stared at him in shock, but his eyes were wide with just as much surprise.

  “Gaia save me, I didn’t expect you to feel this good,” he said. “Fuck, April, you really are made for us.”

  “Don’t stop,” I begged, reaching up and hooking my hands around the back of his neck.

  He leaned in, bracing his hands on Murdoc’s thighs as he began to move his hips, fucking me with slow, steady thrusts. He panted quickly, pressed his forehead against mine as he found his rhythm. Then he kissed me, a long, slow, sensuous tangle of lips and tongues that left me breathless but craving even more.

  I was tempted to close my eyes and just feel all the pleasure he inflicted on me, but I kept my gaze locked on his, determined to stay grounded, to prove to myself that this was real.

  My abrupt climax was unexpected, sneaking up on me like an earthquake and shaking me to my very core. Tate let out a rough grunt, then an animalistic roar when his cock erupted inside me. My own voice mixed with his, and behind me, Murdoc’s chest rumbled with satisfaction as some of our magic flowed into him where our skin touched.

  Tate kissed me once more, then reluctantly pulled away. Too overwhelmed by my aftershocks, I was confused when Murdoc shifted back to his human form, suppor
ting me as my feet met the floor. Gray took his place, but before I could complain, Gray shifted, and I was resting again on the lap of an enormous dragon, legs draped over his thighs and his tongue tickling the side of my neck.

  “We agreed we should all share you equally,” Gray’s voice rumbled inside my mind.

  Eddie stepped in next, his broad, tan chest covered in sweat-glistening golden curls. I reached out for him, grazing my fingers through the soft fur, then up to stroke his beard as I pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to plunge his cock into me, evoking yet another surprising blast of colorful light. I wrapped my legs around him, rocking my hips eagerly against him while Gray dipped his huge horned head down and teased my breasts with his tongue. In the midst of another mind-blowing orgasm, it occurred to me that somehow they must have choreographed this event well in advance of even knowing I existed, they were so well coordinated.

  Finally, Stuart stepped in, shifting and taking Gray’s place. I settled back onto his lap, comforted by the heat of his big body.

  Chayton stood a few feet away, patiently waiting for my signal. When I met his heated gaze, a spark lit inside me, and my tender pussy warmed. That I could even entertain the idea of another screw was evidence enough that these men were for me, and I was for them. I was eager for a taste of the dark-haired ursa who had so patiently shared his insights and knowledge of the higher races.

  Chayton closed the distance, pausing just within reach. He placed his hands on the tops of my thighs, slid them up in a slow caress, then back down. His gaze raked hungrily over me, and he licked his lips. “Gaia save me, you are an amazing creature, April. I can’t wait to carry your mark.”

  He slid his hands around and hooked them beneath my knees, hiking my legs up as he closed the distance. His cock brushed my core, the length sliding up along my folds as he leaned in and brushed his lips over my ear. “Put me inside you before I die from wanting you.”

  I eagerly dropped a hand between us and gripped his thick length, angling him down to my entrance. The second his tip touched my opening, he pushed in, emitting a low, rumbling growl into my ear.

  “After tonight, you’re ours to love forever. Tell me we can have our way with you like this. That we won’t have to wait for you to invite us in. I promise we will never take advantage. Will you give us your trust? Your love?”

  I looked up into his rust-colored eyes, struck by the earnestness that bled through the desire. “I trust you. All of you. And I am yours, body and soul.” My voice broke on a moan as his pace quickened, and he thrust harder, deeper, as if driving home his intentions with his glorious cock. I grabbed him by the back of the head, tangling fingers into his black curls, and forced him to look into my eyes. “My love is yours, and always will be.”

  I held his gaze, wanting to make sure he knew I meant every word, then broke away, looking for the others, who stood in a semicircle around us, watching and waiting. I speared them each with a look that I hoped conveyed I meant all of them. The dragons knew my mind, but I wanted to be sure Tate and Eddie understood it meant them too.

  Chayton groaned and buried his face in my neck. He fucked me harder, his body already quivering with the first tremors of his climax. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, fucking him as hard as he fucked me until we were both lost to the pleasure, our orgasms taking us both simultaneously in a chorus of roars and echoing cries. He held me tight as his cock pulsed inside me. Stuart’s low growl from behind me told me he approved, but the tone changed to a more businesslike hum before his voice echoed inside my head.

  “It’s time to make it official. Are you ready?”

  I sighed and released Chayton, gently pushing him back. He looked dazed but happy.

  “So, how does this work?”

  Stuart gently set me on my feet, then shifted until he stood beside me in human form, one arm slung around my waist. “I will cut his flesh with my talons, then they need to be sealed with all our essences. Stuart, Gray, and I will do the same to each other. You’re filled with all seven of our essences, infused with the magic of our Nirvanas. It will bind us irrevocably together, even stronger than the dragon marks we gave you earlier.”

  “Wow, okay. Are you guys ready for this?”

  “More ready than I’ve ever been,” Chayton said.

  The others lined up beside him as if waiting for communion. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as I faced Chayton, feeling like I ought to say something special.

  “Wait. Are there words I’m supposed to, I don’t know, recite, or something?”

  “Only if you wish to. The physical exchange is enough, and honestly, the vow you made a few moments ago was more than enough.”

  Nodding, I stepped close to Chayton, then nodded to Stuart, who waited with talons extended and gleaming in the orange glow of the furnace. Chayton stood at attention, head held high. When Stuart’s talons sliced four neat gashes across his right pectoral, he barely flinched, but tears sprang to his eyes nonetheless.

  I reached between my thighs, dipped my fingers into the well of semen mixed with my own orgasmic fluid and drew back a glistening measure of the essence inside me, then stepped close, holding it up.

  Chayton’s nostrils flared, and his cock grew stiff again. I smiled and pressed my fingers to his wound, swiping the wetness across the cuts.

  “My love is yours and always will be,” I said, repeating the words I’d said before, as if it were a mantra.

  To my surprise, the cuts on his chest began to glow as the fluid sank in, then slowly knit back together, leaving neat pink lines behind.

  I repeated the process with each of them, finishing with Stuart, who stood straight as an arrow while Gray made the cuts. When it was done, they all whooped. Tate hauled me up into his arms, swinging me around, but put me down with a frown when I didn’t react.

  “What is it?” he asked, peering into my eyes with creased brows.

  “I want one too. Will you do the honors?”

  “Me mark you? That’s…not usually how this works.”

  “It’s been done before,” Chayton said. “Remember Queen Emma’s cousin marked the Autumn Shaman when they were first mated. The world didn’t end. It just made their bond stronger.”

  Tate pursed his lips, but nodded. “I will, but let all three of us make the marks.”

  “Have at it.” I stood up straight, waiting. Tate held his hand up, his fingertips morphing into curved black claws before my eyes. He pressed one against my chest over one breast, then hesitated. His gaze dropped to the fresh dragon marks glowing faintly down my breastbone in a series of whorls accenting the mandala tattooed between my breasts.

  “I think it belongs here,” he said, pressing the claw alongside one of the dragon marks.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes as his claw dug in, carved my skin, and cut a swooping arc that mirrored the design I could see in my mind’s eye. I’d barely had time to examine it, but I could feel the power of it buried in my skin and knew Tate was right to mark me there. Then he stepped back, and Eddie and Chayton each followed his lead, adding their own marks.

  I gasped in surprise when someone’s fingers slipped between my legs. My eyes flew open to see Eddie staring intently at me as he stroked me a little more than necessary to gather the essence needed to seal my new marks. His expression softened when he raised his hand and swiped the magic-infused fluid over the wound he’d given me. I remained breathless as the other two sealed theirs as well. It stung for only a moment and I looked down, watching the wounds begin to glow as they closed, leaving behind three linked scars shaped like parentheses that bound the dragon marks together.

  “Now we’re one,” Stuart said.

  “And now we’re invincible,” Tate added.

  27

  Gray

  None of us were tired enough to quit for the night despite what had to be the most elaborate, involved mating that had ever happened outside of the nymphaea Haven. But we all agreed that we’d rather take things inside to the
comfort of a bed. My chest tingled with the combination of magical marks. Through the newly formed bond, I could close my eyes and sense all six of my mates. April was the brightest beacon among them all. That I was now also mated to my five closest friends was just a bonus.

  Some creative furniture rearranging had to be done to move a second bed into April’s room. Luckily, the room was large enough to accommodate two king-size beds pushed together to make one enormous bed all seven of us could fit on. I didn’t expect us to keep this arrangement every night, but all I cared about in the short term was making sure April was safe and happy.

  To that end, while Stuart and I waited for Chayton and Eddie to finish arguing about how to deal with the bed linens, and Tate and Murdoc went hunting for a way to clamp the bedframes together, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind to check the wards. Still intact with no signs of any attempt to breach them. It had been three weeks since I’d placed them, and one of us had diligently refreshed the magic each morning. Tomorrow, I’d make a circuit to refresh their magic again. With my magic now linked to the others, and with the help of Stuart and Murdoc, we could set new wards that would be virtually impenetrable by anyone we didn’t wish to cross.

  I opened my eyes again to a frowning Tate, staring at me. “Anything wrong?”

  “No, just double-checking that our protection is intact.”

  He nodded with a low rumble, but the concerned look didn’t go away. “It’s been three weeks since we got here. I’m not inclined to think that no news is good news. On the contrary, I’m a little worried that we haven’t heard from Deva or Llyr.”