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Calliope's Wings

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by Guin Archer


  I couldn’t help myself and sniggered.

  “What dangerous horns you have, grandpa,” I found myself muttering in English as I rubbed my hands up and down over his hard torso. It was lucky his chest was bare for my full enjoyment.

  “What is this You say to me, my sweet? I think You jest when You should be moaning my name instead.”

  “You are not yet bare to me, los’kah of mine. You will receive no moans until you are.” Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I grinned in a mixture of inquiry and warmth. Ruune had moved to a wide chair nearby, opened his trou, and was in the process of slowly beating himself off as he kept his attention fixed firmly on me. “You will watch, Ruune, baby?”

  “I will not leave You,” he swore with a grunt, gripping his shaft tight enough I was surprised he didn’t pop the head off. My man liked the bite of pain. I wondered if I could ever give that to him…at least as much as he would want it. I could hurt him a little – as proven by me raking my nails across him – but I didn’t think I could ever do damage or cause real pain for him.

  “Eyes on me, my sweet.” Vorch pinched my chin between two fingers and drew my face back to stare down into his. There was a tic in the corner of his right eye and I could see he’d set his jaw. He didn’t like Ruune being here with us, but I knew he wasn’t going to kick the other male out. Not unless I wanted him to. “Eyes stay on me, understand?”

  “Yes, honey.”

  He purred a growl. When he repeated the endearment in my tongue, I shivered with enjoyment. “Honey?”

  “A name for those that are close…as you call me your sweet. I call Ruune ‘baby’. You will be my ‘honey’.”

  “You name Your Drake something other than Kor?”

  “Ah, I thought you knew everything about me.” I swirled my pelvis tight over his abdomen to distract him when I saw his eyes flashing darkly as he undoubtedly remembered all his visions of me, not the least of which including his own nephew. “Hush. Do not be angry. I am here with you now.”

  “Hmm. Yes.” He hooked his thumbs at the hotspot of a crease between my legs and lifted me, his other fingers pressing firmly into my asscheeks so I didn’t have a shaky mount to perch on. His chin jerked in a vaguely rude gesture towards his own trou. “You are here and You will undress me.”

  “A command, Vorch? Did we not discuss this?” In fact, I think I’d had this conversation with his nephew, too. Recently.

  “We did not discuss. You ordered and I did not listen. Now, undress me, my sweet. I wish to sheath myself inside You.”

  “You speak all the nicest things,” I jeered back sarcastically, but felt a warm rush in my core. The air around us was perfumed with incense I was familiar with from my pillau, but it was also getting a bite from their combined ooroo. Both were nicely muted so I didn’t feel consumed and overruled by them, but they kicked my lust into a higher gear.

  “Now, Biis’a.”

  I had the urge to salute him with a prominent middle finger. Instead, I just beamed and bent forward to begin jerking his ties loose.

  “Good Biis’a.”

  Woof, smartass. Fucking woof.

  Vorch didn’t wait for the front panel of his trou to make it to midpoint on his thighs before he rolled his hips long and slow. I watched his kii arrow out of the all but invisible slit in his groin. The thing looked like a battering ram hued in tints of white and lavender. The crown ‘looked’ directly up at my hovering coochie. It winked its one ‘eye’ even as Vorch lowered me slowly to meet it.

  I jolted harshly when a capped thumb rolled over my clit while I was distracted. My moan was loud and raunchy, echoed by the albino male beneath me.

  “I have wished for this all of my life, my sweet. You and Your perfect sheath wrapped around me.”

  “Y-you said you did not know of me until I woke on Intau.” It was difficult to speak around the lump lodged in my throat. It wasn’t from fear, either. It was from desire. Their ooroo notched up a little and I could smell something else, like rosewater and champagne, mixing in with it. It was heady beyond belief and I wondered where it came from.

  “I did not. Still, I am Muir.” His dick hurt like a bitch when it first started to enter me, but then it ‘shrunk’. Full-body shivers overtook me as he stuffed me completely. There wasn’t a way in hell he’d even be able to pump himself in and out of me. He must’ve known that, too, because all he did was swirl me around over him.

  That shit felt beyond wonderful.

  “I was brought to life for You. Everything I am is for You.” He hissed and then growled. “You feel perfect. You smell perfect. Uum biis’a, You are worth every moment I waited.”

  “You…you…you…” I was trying to speak unsuccessfully around the wheezing breaths I could manage. Like Kor, Vorch had ridges along his shaft which were zapping me all the way up to my g-spot. Tears wetted my eyelids from the overwhelming sensation. I slammed them closed. “You have never mated?”

  He chuckled huskily before shoving the underside of my clit up with some force. The sensation had me helplessly pumping myself into him even though I had nowhere to go. I had nowhere to retreat to, either.

  “I have. I needed to know how to please uum Innintani.” He slapped my ass with his left hand and I yelped, then groaned. The heat was erotic. “No biis’a has known my kii within her since Your arrival. It is only for You now.”

  Fuck yeah!

  I don’t know what it was about that statement that tickled my fancy so much, but I was cumming before I knew it. Quicker than I thought I would. Actually, it blinded me with its intensity and my feral grunting-scream sounded dull in my own ears. Ruune barked a pained sound before I felt hot semen splash against my trembling side. The muted light from my wings turned to blazing and stardust – or something that looked like it – sloughed off them like sand from a sieve.

  I flopped forward, shaking, and caught my forearms over his chest. His kii continued to zap my poor pussy and I hiccuped against it.

  His hands moved from my hips to my back so he could stroke it tenderly.

  “We are not done yet, my sweet.”

  Both Ruune and me groaned while Vorch laughed darkly.

  My pussy was dead.

  I moaned and muttered in a vaguely accusatory way into the feather-stuffed pillow that’d been kindly tucked under my head when I flopped in a boneless heap over Vorch the Albino Papi Studmuffin. Emphasis on stud. If I could get preggers from Tauren men, I’m sure I’d just been bred like a prize mare.

  My men chuckled huskily down at me.

  Butter my buns, but both men were amicable with each other now that I’d been fucked into submission. They’d placed me into the center of the bed, tucked their barricade of pillows to either side of me to support my wings, and then bedded down on their own sides to face me. I was in the center of this weird-ass hero sandwich and I just didn’t have the strength left to comment on it.

  I couldn’t tell anyone how long Mister Energizer-Dong to my left kept us going, but Sir Strokes-Himself-A-Lot on my right hadn’t been any help in stopping the thoroughfare. Instead, when Vorch was catching his breath for yet another round of Thump-A-Dick with my hooha being the unfortunate receptacle – kinda sorta – against his Houdini-cock, Ruune would crouch behind me. He was careful so he wasn’t pressing his weight on the other male, but fully curled around me. He’d knead and pinch and tease my breasts mercilessly for Vorch’s viewing pleasure, maw on my neck, and abuse my poor, throbbing clit. It kept my engines revved about to breaking point.

  Vorch had a veritable pool of my juices and his spend drying on his lower abdomen to his upper thighs because of their games.

  My thighs hurt like a bitch and I was convinced my pussy was out of commission for the rest of eternity. I needed some ‘Do Not Cross’ tape to weave all around her. Although, feeling a wet finger exploring my clenching asshole while I was limp, helpless against exploration, I knew my vagina wasn’t the only orifice they wanted to see more of.

 
; Good thing my sharpened teeth and tusks were a good deterrent against oral. I didn’t know if I could manage their Moby-dicks in my mouth. Licking…possibly in the future. Gagging on them? Not likely. I’d make pincushions of them dickies.

  “Lo,” I grated out while snapping a wing back to knock whoever’s hand it was away. It worked well enough, but they started talking about me over my head instead, as though I wasn’t there.

  Oh well. They weren’t fingering me anymore and they weren’t at each other’s throats.

  Baby steps, girlfriend. Baby steps.

  “You are not what I expected,” Ruune said to Vorch musingly. His hand – I thought – petted down my spine. My toes curled a little.

  “I would think my brago would have dragged my name through Lorun shit. This is not surprising to me.” A beat of silence. “I would never hurt Her. She is my reason for breathing. My soul and body are Hers to do with as She wishes. You must know this as Her Xerbai.”

  “Aichi.” A sigh. “I do not like it. I think the Tohtahk will like it less.”

  Another laugh, though this one was sardonic and mirthless. My left wing shifted and Vorch’s arm and hand slipped under it. He brought my own arm around and out so he could begin massaging my jellied muscles. That felt good, too.

  “Without doubt. He will have his sire’s temper.”

  “He is good to Her.” Ruune mimicked Vorch’s actions on my opposite side and if I wasn’t a big, rainbow puddle of Calliope before, I was now. I was more than halfway to sleep. “He hurt Her once. He did not know. He will never do so again.”

  “I am aware.” Vorch was angry, but his touch didn’t so much as twitch from caressing. He tempered himself very well. “She favors you, Xerbai Ruune.”

  If there was a sound in the Tongue for ‘say what?!’, Ruune made it. It was a hybrid between a grunt, a cough, and some strangled eep. If I’d had the energy, I would’ve laughed myself right off the bed. As it was, I wanted to pinch his cheeks for how cute he was. But, as I said, too damned tired…

  “She calls you ‘baby’. It was what She called Her first los’kah. Mac. She places you on his pedestal, in a way. I admit to being jealous of this.”

  “How did you…”

  “A Muir sees all with his destined Innintani. She is mine and I am Hers.” If I wasn’t mistaken, lips pressed against the back of my left hand before it was placed down by my face. “I know.”

  “Now it is I who is jealous.”

  “Loto. We each are what She needs.” I was almost completely out now, but I felt the tender knuckle of fingers to my bared cheek followed by a copycat kiss that would’ve made me weep for its sweetness if I’d been in a better mind to do it. “She would have us no other way.”

  Damn skippy.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Come Josephine in my flying machine…going up she goes…

  I peeked my eyes open to see Vorch being gripped fiercely by a too-large-to-be-humanoid hand and dragged bodily from the bed. The male barked at the Xxyx as she booted him negligently – ever the tantrum-throwing toddler she was – out of her way. Then she was completely over me, chittering happily.

  “Hiya Mama,” I cooed up to her even as I rolled my body so she could pick me up. With grabby hands to her, she cooed back just as hard. She scooped me up without hesitation.

  Mmmm, but I sure missed her.

  I wriggled into her front, my legs curled up and cocked off to one side of her gigantic torso, and welcomed her familiar mulled-cider scent. When we first arrived in Mel’lau, I didn’t take the time to bed down and get comfortable. I didn’t have the time. I got cleaned up, bedazzled with my bakal, had a couple bites of food, then I was off to hook my Drake’s nostrils and drag him back.

  Speaking of…

  “Don’t s’pose you’d know how long it’ll take for Kor to reach us, huh?” I petted Sekhmet’s purring chest and bent my head back to look up at her. She had her neck folded so she could open her mouthplates and ‘kiss’ me with her tendrils. I found myself giggling at their tickling touches. “Love you, too, sweetie. Now, where we goin’?”

  She didn’t answer. No shock there.

  Naked as a baby, I just let her. It was pointless to be squeamish anymore about my nudity, seeing as I tended towards that state more often than not. Still, a giddy thrill ran through me when I realized I could ‘hide’ myself with my new attachments. I flared them out, proving to myself that I was totally in control and badass now.

  I struck a decorative vase or figurine with the tip of one. I heard the thing wobble, then crash to the stone ground and shatter.

  Oops. I hope that wasn’t expensive.

  Sekhmet ignored my blunder and kept on walking. She was blissful with me bundled up close to her again and I didn’t think anything short of a hurricane could derail her. I felt almost as happy as she did.

  After countless turns and endless stretches of corridors and antechambers, we emerged in a courtyard of some kind. I hadn’t seen it from the spire, but I also hadn’t been facing towards the inside of the palace. I’d been looking out.

  The courtyard was layered with blue-black grass and silver-striated marble boulders. There were carved bonewood pergolas with gauzy curtains draped at each corner and over their canopies. Low tables and round cushioned seats were scattered throughout. One such area was just being topped off by my attendants. Even from a distance, I could smell whatever had been cooked and set out for me. It made my stomach grumble loud enough to wake the dead.

  Sekhmet kept me on her lap, though she turned me on her forward legs, instead of setting me onto a pillow. Again, something I was used to from my possessive beastie.

  “You appear healthy,” Mari’et commented out of nowhere. I fumbled with the buttered roll I’d been about to shovel into my mouth and scowled at her in censor. She just smiled cheekily back at me.

  It kindled my heart to know that she’d bounced back to her old self during my absence.

  “Ido.” I crooked a finger at her, narrowing one eye. “I desire to see you better.”

  “Has your sight diminished, my friend? Shall I check for you?” She was joking. I knew that much, but I still shook my head in the negative. I crooked my finger again.

  She came beside me, within reach and close enough to Sekhmet that her knees had to touch the Big Mama’s legs. I held out the hand I’d beckoned her with and she took it immediately. Her aura and mine met in a clash before hers was all but swallowed by mine. I felt a fraction of my power move into her. She jolted at first, then relaxed. I felt a bit like a changing pad and she was the battery that got plugged in for recharge. What was negligible for me power-wise would have her swimming in excess energy for what was likely to be days and days.

  “You are well,” I asked gently, squeezing her fingers once before sliding our hands apart.

  She nodded.

  “I am.” She flushed a little, her tanned skin taking on a ruddy hue. “Much has changed since you have been gone. Not all is good, but some has been.”

  “Such as?”

  “Such as our Mari’et forming a bond with one of my tersti.” This ‘new’ voice had me squealing with delight. I launched from the Xxyx’s lap and bolted between my indulgently-smiling entourage. I skidded to an abrupt stop, arms open to give a hug whether it was wanted or not, and gaped at the heavily-pregnant female that was waddling towards me.

  Well, snap my garters…her man actually knocked her up.

  Gaddi was smiling from ear to ear, her dainty little tusks glinting prettily in the light pouring into the courtyard. She had a Grecian-style dress draped over one arm, but even the excess of skirts couldn’t hide her burgeon belly. She had to have been maybe a month or two away from giving birth and, by the way she was fondling the underside of her stomach, she was quite content with her current state.

  Don’t think about the fact that she’s just a kid, I chided myself firmly while silently accepting her weight pressing into me for that hug. My wings wrapped around us and I ru
bbed her lower back. Her tummy was hard against my lower chest. It kept us from snugging as close together as we would’ve before. It’s different here, Io. They fuck younger. They’re just into puberty when they have kids. It’s not weird. It’s not bad.

  …don’t fucking say anything, you mouthy bitch.

  I was going to end up chewing my upper lip off if I lingered too long on the fact that my very young friend was preggers. She and her Dorai had been hot and heavy at Leishai. It wasn’t a surprise – or it shouldn’t have been – that something would come from that. I’d bet money a lot of females ended up pregnant after that night. The orgy had been…intense.

  Sixteen. She’s sixteen.

  “I have missed You, uum Taytani!” Gaddi gave me one last squidge before stepping away. I was glad that I wasn’t as disparagingly short as I used to be next to her. I could look at her throat now instead of her nipples. It was a step up, literally.

  “I missed you, too, my friend.” I opened my wings and stepped back to look her up and down before purposely fixing my eyes on her abdomen. “You are to have shimi.”

  “Aichi.” Her grin grew and she jerked the dress my way. “I have come bearing gifts. We have much to discuss.”

  “I suppose we do.”

  Several minutes later, I was back on Sekhmet’s lap and munching on a bowl of something like a breakfast bowl. The orange ‘eggs’ and fried meat were both flavorful and I realized just how hungry I was as I gestured for my third refill.

  I’d taken the time to go to the bathroom – indoor plumbing!...kinda since there was a pipe that led from the ‘throne’ to some reserve well away from the toilet – while I was still nakey. Afterwards, Tan helped me into my dress, fanning the skirts out behind me so I could walk. I allowed my wings to droop over the fabric and a peek over my shoulder told me the combination of turquoise fabric and rainbow mist was dazzling. I almost felt bad sitting with them hidden in my girl’s chest.

 

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