Elements of Desire

by C. M. Stunich

  "I can't fucking take it anymore," he snapped, lifting me off his cock and tossing me onto my back. He slid the cock ring off his shaft, chucked it against the wall, and mounted me with a hard thrust. He was sweating, his muscles taut and slick with sweat. The burning coal of his eyes glowed as he pounded into me, his pelvis rocking my clit with each thrust, until he finally climaxed with an admittedly glorious little roar before rolling off of me and onto his back. "Goddamn cock rings," he groaned, throwing a hand over his eyes and panting dramatically.

  But I wasn't done.

  Shit, maybe I was a nympho? Or just a newlywed with lots of hubbies to service? Same difference.

  "That was so hot," Warden said, cupping the side of my face as I sat up and pulling me in close for a kiss. My hand found the hard length of his shaft, the cock ring vibrating and flashing away. I started to stroke him as George came up behind me and slipped his shaft beneath my cheeks, teasing along my slick folds.

  "Just tell me what to do, wife," George whispered, licking my ear, "and I'll take care of all the parts that Billy neglected."

  "Screw you," Billy muttered, but I could tell he was already half-asleep. That made me chuckle. I'd fucked him to the edge of exhaustion. Good for me!

  "One at a time," I whispered with a little grin. "Who wants to go first?"

  "Fuck George," Warden said, backing off a little, hazel eyes shimmering. "I like watching."

  He moved to sit against the headboard, stroking himself with sure, lazy motions as George put a gentle hand on my back and pushed me forward so that I was on all fours.

  Perfect.

  The primal part of George's earth magic that called to me liked this position. It was easy and natural, almost bestial in a delicious sort of way.

  He slid into me and then grabbed a handful of my hair firmly, but again, not aggressively. George put one hand on my clit and then started to fuck me, slow and easy, with the natural confidence of a guy who knows he's found his mate.

  His balls slapped my clit as he moved, the vibration from the ring traveling down and into them, into me at the same time I felt this tickling sensation take over. It was deliciously light and delicate, but at the same time, it was fucking exquisite. With George's deep, long thrusts mixed with that light teasing … I found myself about to explode again, glancing down to see … a vine teasing my folds?!

  "Are you using magic on me?" I gasped as George pulled my head back just a tad and squeezed the plump flesh of my ass.

  "I am," he said, completely confident in what he was doing, thrusting into me with the most maddeningly perfect rhythm. It drove me up the wall and over, leaving me clutching the blankets and groaning in the most embarrassing way possible. George waited until I was done and then pulled out, taking the cock ring off with a relieved sigh before he slid back in and continued at that pace until he finished, his vines stroking along my belly and breasts, over my arms and back and thighs.

  George's hands tightened on my hips and hair just before he came, rocking inside of me a few last times before he pulled away, taking all those magical petting vines with him.

  "Fuck, that felt good," I whispered as I rolled onto my back and watched the tiny vines, growing right out of the bed sheets. They wrapped around George's arms and legs before disappearing in gold shimmers that were quite a bit brighter than the runes on my skin. Just before they faded completely from sight, the vines shone like the goddamn sun, casting strange colored shadows on the walls, like sunrays through stained glass. "You've been holding back on me. I want regular massages from those things."

  "Done," George said, leaning over and kissing me with soft, gentle lips before leaning back against the headboard next to Warden. "You deserve it, Blossom."

  I grinned just as Warden groaned and gave his dick a tight squeeze.

  "Babe, if you need a break, I can finish myself …" he started, but I just laughed.

  "Please," I said, crawling over to him and straddling his lap. "What do you think I am? An amateur?"

  I mounted Warden's cock, the little silicone ring positioned just perfectly to buzz at my clit, and then threw my arms around his neck. Holding him, kissing him, it was still ridiculously surreal to me. I couldn't even believe that after my own stupidity and all these years, I was finally with 'the one who got away'. There was no way in hell I could let Gemma or the bio parents or fucking Joan take him away again.

  "I love you," I whispered against his mouth, turning to give George and Billy both looks, too. "I love all of you."

  And then I kissed Warden with all the passion and the heat that I was feeling, pausing only to sit up and take his cock ring off so the poor guy could finally come with me and pass out into a puppy pile with George and Billy.

  Not sure I've ever slept so well in my damn life.

  Storming out of the guest room (after drinking a to-go glamour, of course), I had my fighting face on. The heart-to-heart I'd had with the guys before our loud romp on my mum's faded floral bedspread had reaffirmed things for me.

  I was not letting them go. If Gemma wanted them, it'd be over my dead body.

  Something I was sure the bio parents would be happy to help with …

  "Where is she?" I demanded, pausing in the living room and parking my fists on my hips. "Where is the little Judas? I'm ready to give her a piece of my mind."

  "Oh good morning, honey!" my mum called from the kitchen. "I'm making waffles! Isn't that fun?" She let out a giggle that told me she was stoned again. "You must be starved after the night you had."

  I entered the kitchen just in time to catch her lascivious wink, and I cringed. Not that I'd particularly given two shits who'd heard me getting a seriously good fucking—hell, I kind of hoped Gemma and Joan heard it, frigid bitches.

  "Mum, where are …" I trailed off, not really sure what to call those two. Certainly not my friends, but I couldn't really call them the supernatural psychopaths trying to steal my six husbands from me by magical means, now could I? Not when my mum knew nothing of magic and elementals.

  "They left," Shane answered from behind me, yawning and scratching at his inked chest. He looked like he'd just woken up, and it occurred to me that he, Reg and Dustin must have slept in the living room.

  "Wait what?" His words just sank into my sleep fuzzed brain. "They left? You let them leave?"

  "Honey Doll, what were we supposed to do? Tie them up? When y'all started goin' at it last night, Gemma threw a mighty big tantrum, cryin' about how we should be in love with her now, and how it's all gone wrong. Her words." Shane shrugged and gave me a lazy smile. "Anyway, her and Joan have gone home to consult COCS about what to do next. I wouldn't be surprised if she has some nasty surprise waiting when we get back."

  "Great," I groaned, then leaned into the hug as Shane wrapped his muscular arms around me.

  My mum made a small noise from the waffle machine, drawing our attention. "Now, darling. You know I'm not one to judge on your love life"—I scoffed loudly and she narrowed her eyes at me—"and I didn't really understand half of what your delicious Southern gentleman was saying about cocks, but maybe all this drama with that Gemma girl has to do with how well she takes care of herself?"

  She'd done so well the past day or so, not making any jokes about my weight. All good things must come to an end though.

  "Ma'am," Shane replied with a growl. "Respectfully, you must still be high. Arizona is twenty times sexier than Gemma. That girl is all skin and bones."

  I half expected my mum to take offense to this, but she just shrugged and chuckled. "Yes, I suppose I am still high. Waffles?"

  Just then, Mum's boytoy Brad swanned into the kitchen in nothing but a tiny pair of budgie smugglers, looking seriously greased up.

  "Oh hey, what’s up my homies?" He grinned a lazy grin and slapped my mum on the ass. "I gotta go take my little cuz to grommets if you bros wanna hit the surf? It's gnarly as hell out there today."

  Shane gave me a puzzled look and I quietly explained. "Grommets is surf
lifesaving for little kids."

  "Gotcha," he whispered back, then raised his hand to reciprocate the high five that Brad was looking for. What he was high-fiving, I had no idea. "No, I think we're going to take it easy today. Thanks, though."

  "Your loss, homie." Brad shrugged, then randomly pashed my mum right there in front of her burning waffles until I made a gagging noise in my throat. "Right on." he nodded, slapping my mum’s ass again and sauntering his tight buns back out of the kitchen.

  Weirdest dude. Like … that was a big call considering everyone I'd met lately, but Brad was a legit weirdo.

  "Isn't he just dreamy?" My mum signed wistfully, staring after him. "You know you could get a guy like him too, if you worked out and took care of your appearance a bit more. Drinking less might help, too."

  "Mum!" I exclaimed, and she snapped her attention back to me, blinking and blushing.

  "Sorry, dear. Force of habit. Of course all of your husbands are just as dreamy." She fluttered her lashes in Shane's direction and his arms tightened around me. "And those accents. … ooh la la!"

  "Jesus, Mum. Shane's from Texas not Paris. I think maybe we'll skip waffles and go get breakfast in town today." I was scowling at my mum, but didn't miss the wrinkle to Shane's nose when I said this.

  "Actually, Reg and Dustin took the car. They said they wanted to get you wedding presents, too, seeing as Billy got you the … um … you know." He winked at me and I grinned. I certainly did know. That little silver vibrator was such a thoughtful gift, I wasn't likely to forget it in a hurry.

  "Ah, so we're stuck here for the day?" I asked quietly and he gave me a small nod.

  "No need to sound so happy about spending time with your mother, dear," my mum snarked, clearly having heard me. "God knows I never get to see you anymore, seeing as you so love living under that absurd dictatorship under an overgrown toddler."

  I rolled my eyes at her theatrics and pushed Shane out of the kitchen ahead of me.

  "We're going to take a walk up to the waterfalls, Mum," I yelled back at her while ushering Shane toward the guest bedroom.

  "But darling! What about your waffles?" she called after us and I rolled my eyes. Again.

  "Count us out, Mum! We'll grab pies at the servo on our way to the track!"

  Seeing as we never did stop on our way from the airport, I still hadn't had a good pie, and I was stinging for one. Mrs Mac’s chunky steak and cheese. Or maybe a potato top. Tommy Sauce was a given, obviously. Oh god, I hoped none of my husbands did something gross like order a spinach and feta roll …

  "Are you drooling?" Shane asked me quietly as we headed back into the guest room to wake my still snoring harem. Or, half of my harem. My former harem. Fuck, that stung to think about.

  "Um. No?" I totally was. Wiping my chin as subtly as I could, I turned away to meet Warden's sleepy eyes as he blinked awake.

  "Hey, Smokey," he yawned, holding out a hand to me which I took, allowing him to pull me into his embrace on the still warm bed. "I didn't even hear you get up. You're all showered and fresh already."

  "Yeah, you were out," I giggled—giggled?! what the fuck?—then pecked him on the lips, "and I had a whole lot of cleaning up to do in the shower. I never should have gone to sleep before showering in the first place."

  Shuddering, because I'd needed to scrub really well to get all the crusted jizz off and out of me when I woke up, I snuggled further into Warden’s comforting embrace. Shane had perched on the end of the bed and was idly stroking his fingers up and down George's calf.

  "Sugar Darlin' wanted to go see some waterfalls. You up for that, Sparks?" Shane asked Warden, who hummed happily as he buried his face in my hair.

  "I'm up for anything with Smokey, because I love her." There was something a bit dopey about his voice, so I pulled back to peer at his face. Had he picked up a contact high from being in this marijuana soaked house for too long? His eyes seemed okay, but you never could tell …

  "Did someone say waterfalls?" George piped up from Warden's other side, grinning smoothly when he saw it was Shane stroking his leg, but not pulling away. "I'm down. I bet there’ll be some killer wildlife to see on the way. Hey, do you think there would be any platypi?"

  "They're called platypus, George," Billy muttered from the ball he had curled into during sleep. "And they're supposed to be super elusive animals so, I doubt you'll see any."

  "Platypi is the colloquially used plural of platypus, Billy," George defended, sniffing a little indignantly as he sat up on his elbows, "But, did you also know that Tamborine Mountain is home to ten different types of forest including subtropical rainforest, wet eucalypt forest and open eucalypt forest. Incredibly, these forests contain more than nine hundred different species of plants representing sixty-five percent of all the plant species found in the 'mega-diverse' Gold Coast area?"

  We all just stared at him for a moment and he shrugged. Guess he was the earth elemental for a reason, huh?

  "I think that's adorable, George," I praised him, taking his hand in mine, "and if anyone will have luck spotting those elusive platypi, it'll be you, babe."

  "I sure as hell hope so," he said, pulling my hand to his lips for a kiss. As he pressed his hot mouth to my knuckles, he kept direct eye contact with me. "Let's get ready and go. I want to see as much of the local wildlife as possible before anything else goes wrong."

  He scooted off the bed and took off toward the bathroom, again without bothering to put any pants on, and I had to take a moment to admire how well-hung my guys were even when they were soft. Damn, I was a lucky bitch.

  After he was gone, there was a bit of a tense silence as we all—I assumed—contemplated what might go wrong today. It was sober and melancholic until Shane leaned over to pick something up from the floor and raised an eyebrow at us.

  "Why is there a ball stretcher in here? These things are fuckin’ barbaric!"

  Okay, now that shit was beyond funny. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all?

  The walk from my mum's garish pink-purple cottage to the waterfalls was actually pretty … fun. We stopped at the local servo for pies, and I had the immense pleasure of teaching my poor silly American husbands that they needed to blow on the pie before they bit into it.

  Lord knows, any good Aussie kid has experienced the sheer scalding pain of thermonuclear pie mince burning the roof of their mouth at least once in their lives. That was exactly why you must always blow on the pie.

  Okay so technically, it was the Kiwi Police Ten 7 TV show which brought that lesson to the world, but it was a wise lesson to know.

  "I should show you the YouTube clip discussing this," I murmured, mostly to myself, as I blew on, then took a bite of my own pie. "Safer communities together, guys. Always blow on the pie."

  The look my hubbies exchanged said they possibly thought I'd had a mental break, but no one suggested having me committed as we finished eating, so I guessed we were good to continue. With a happy bounce to my step, I led the way outside and up the next little cul-de-sac street to the start of the bush trail. Nothing was going to drag my day down; I was damn determined.

  Fuck Gemma and Joan—not literally—they were a problem for future-Ari. Damaged bonds or not, my guys were sticking by me, and I intended to make the most of this day with them.

  "Reg says he and Dustin will come and meet us up here when they get back," Warden informed us, as he tucked his mobile phone back in his pocket.

  "Awesome," I sighed happily. "Then the seven of us can just enjoy our honeymoon for a bit, before dealing with the magic, right?"

  Yes, I was well-aware I was severely in denial about how serious our situation was. Judging by the tense looks on all the guys’ faces, they were thinking about it also. But too damn bad. There was no way I would let my evil twin ruin what I hoped to be the only honeymoon I'd ever go on.

  I fucking loved these six elemental dragon dickheads. Yes, even Dustin. It wasn't as big of a love as I had for the other five, but it was there a
nd it was growing. The idea of him being taken away from me hurt like a bikini wax, when the wax was still too warm and you try to pull it off and it stretches. That kind of intense level shit.

  "You okay, Sugar Doll?" Shane asked quietly as we walked through the bush track running alongside a happy little creek. "That smile looks awful pasted on there."

  "Uh-huh," I replied, biting my lip and trying to hold it all together. Distraction was what I needed. If I was too busy to think about the possibility of a future alone, then I couldn't get upset. Right?

  Right?!

  "Hey, Blossom, look!" George's excited voice interrupted my melancholy and he pointed through the trees.

  Squinting my eyes to try to see what he was so excited about, I saw nothing awesome. Just trees, some bushes, moss … a wanker kookaburra …

  "It's an actual Australian kookaburra!" George exclaimed, staring with wide-eyed awe at the dickhead bird, who just glared back at us.

  "Seriously, George? You know there are some like right outside my mum's house?" I frowned, turning to look at him, "How have you not heard them cackling away at three a.m. yet?"

  "Oh, shit." His face fell. "That’s what those noises were? Fuck, they’re annoying.”

  Billy snorted and punched George in the arm affectionately. "What did you think they were? Monkeys? They sure as shit sound like them, but we’re in friggin’ Australia. No monkeys here."

  "Right." George's face fell even further and I instantly felt awful for pointing out that the nails-on-chalkboard sound of monkey-like laughter was actually from that proud looking bird.

  "Hey," I soothed, taking his hand in mine, "how about we go down to the creek and look for platypuses?"

  "Platypi," he muttered, but followed along beside me as I picked a path down to the water from the trail we were on. I wasn't holding out a huge amount of hope that we'd actually see one in the wild, but just the idea seemed to cheer George up.