Without really meaning to, my hand launched itself and punched that bitch right in the tit. The right one too, not the left.
"Ow, you crazy hooker!" Gemma screamed and I shrugged.
"Worse things than being a hooker. Like a husband thief for example," I snapped back at her and slapped her across the face for good measure. Oh, don't give me that look, she totally deserved it. And more.
"Okay." Warden stepped closer to us, holding his hands up in an I come in peace gesture. "While this is all really fun to watch, like … really fun … we're kind of on the clock here, Smokey. Can you just knock Gem out so we can carry on?"
Blinking up at him, it took a few seconds to remember what he was talking about, and then it all hit me. The broken bonds, the vulnerability of my husbands right now … the threat that was Gemma. Shit. We really were on the clock!
"Wait!" she screamed as I pulled my fist back to knock her out. "I don't want them! I swear! I was never in a zoo; I just … prefer succubus girls over elementals, okay?! I ran away to get out of this stifling fucking community."
My eyes narrowed but my fist paused. Color me curious, okay?
"Look, the only reason I wanted the bonds in the first place was to gain Mom, Mother, Mama, Mommy, Matriarch, and Madre's approval. But I see now that would never work! Whoever is bonded is the one who will die when they drain her for power, and I don't want to die, okay? I'm like … way too cute." She batted her big doe eyes at me and I curled my lip in disgust. I could not believe I was actually related to this slimy creature.
Not bothering to answer her, I completed the punch and knocked her unconscious. I also practically broke my hand in the process! It seriously hurt more than the damn wall I'd punched!
"Tie her up," I told Billy and Dustin, seeing as they were so good with ropes. "I'll meet you upstairs. I just need to wash her filth off me before we begin the bonding."
"You got it, Leprechaun." Dustin grinned, pulling a length of rope out from under the couch … Wait, what the fuck was rope doing under my couch?! Seeing as it was also hot pink, I had a feeling there’d been a plan for it.
"Glad you're back, Firebug." Billy grinned, smacking a scorching kiss on my lips before pulling handcuffs from behind the TV. What the hell?
Shaking my head in confusion, I headed up the stairs. I needed a moment or two of alone time to rise my evil twin's blood from my knuckles and cry about how close I came to throwing away the only good things in my life right now.
And then … then, I was going to fuck and kick some ass.
I was always down for sex. Always. Like there were maybe three minutes a year where I wasn't down for screwing a man of my choosing, and most particularly my new husbands. But … this was sort of … a weird instant in time.
While I did want to have sex with them—and was excited as fuck to be re-bonded—this whole situation was odd. The windows in the house were bust; my sister was tied up in the garage; my biological mom was tied up in the basement. And there was also a really good chance that someone or something would come and try to kick our naked asses. I was not a fan of getting caught with my pants down … or with a dick or two or three inside of me.
But I guess as far as ‘must-do chores’, this one wasn't going to be so bad, right? I mean an orgy to reconnect my souls to my husbands? Couldn't really go wrong with that, now could I?
"So, we're … redoing this whole magic ritual all over again?" I asked, trying not to sound ridiculously excited. Even with the threat of death, seeing all six men surrounding me, gazing at me with expressions of lust, excitement … love? … it was intoxicating.
Liquid heat surged inside of me, slicking up the space between my thighs. My nipples hardened and my skin rippled with gooseflesh. I could feel all their eyes on me, skimming my body, the broken spirit threads between us sparking in the air like cut lines.
"Do you have …" I started, but Warden was already stepping aside and showing me the pentagram with the chalice and athame on the floor.
"We already forgot once, Ari-Vampari," he purred, stepping over to me and sending this wave of nostalgia surging through me. I felt like that college girl from so long ago, gazing at the man she wanted, but would never let herself have.
Everything was different now.
"If we weren't on a time schedule," Warden said, lifting his left hand up and cupping the side of my face. "I'd have done it again on purpose, so I'd have an excuse to fuck you all night long." I stared up into his hazel eyes and tried to come up with something snarky, something to steal the emotions from the air so it didn't feel so damn heavy in here. But I couldn't. Maybe there was a time and place for the little cucumber heart inside my chest to … feel shit or whatever.
I exhaled sharply.
"So … fast food orgy then?" I asked, but Warden just chuckled, this low deep male sound as he stared into my eyes and then leaned in, nice and slow, like he had all the time in the world. He made me believe it, too, when he pressed his mouth to mine, using expert strokes of his tongue to draw moans from my throat.
"Crock Pot orgy," Warden corrected, speaking the words against my lips.
"That's … really sexy," I laughed as he scooped me up and carried me over to the bed. "Care to explain your bizarre analogy?"
"You toss something in the Crock Pot. It takes all of two seconds, but then, it simmers all damn day into something …" Warden licked the shell of my ear as he laid me on the bed. "Delicious."
I slapped at him and giggled. Ewwww. Slapped and giggled?! Clearly the broken bonds were draining my sanity, and I was acting like a damn lunatic. Still, he was pretty damn cute with his stupid spiky black and red hair, his big hazel eyes and long lashes, the corded muscles in his forearms. He knelt between my legs and tore his ribbed red tank off, tossing it onto the floor in the middle of the man circle next to us.
"What are y'all waiting for?" Shane asked, kicking off his boots and climbing up next to us. He laid himself out on my right side, smelling like man and sunshine, his accent thick as molasses, blue eyes shimmering with lust as he dragged them down my body. "We're in a hurry remember?"
"Right, right," I said, gasping as Warden leaned over me and kissed my mouth hard. "Get some dick in me, quick." All of the guys chuckled at that one, and their combined laughter … made my heart beat twice as fast inside my chest. All of a sudden, it was like I could see those bonds floating in the air around me, like fucking tentacles or some shit. If this were hentai porn, I'd probably use them to screw each one of my hubbies in the—
"Better get you naked there, honeycomb," Shane drawled, putting his hand on my lower back to help me sit up. As Warden curled his fingers under my pink Jigglypuff Pokémon undies and started to pull them off, the other men found their way onto the bed. Billy, George, and Dustin were on my left while Reg joined Shane on my right.
Reaching out a single fingertip, Reg tickled the arch of my foot and drew little swirls of water and sea foam over my skin.
"A good girl fight always turns me on somethin' fierce," he chuckled, stupid and blonde and sexy as hell as he squinched up his face in amusement.
"Our struggle was not for the male gaze," I said as Warden flicked my panties aside … and Billy lit them on fire in mid-air. Talk about panty melting! Those knickers were dust before they hit the floor. "Stop being a sexist prick and … rune me," I grumbled as Reg tore his own shirt off and chucked it, leaning down to press kisses along the top of my foot.
"I humbly worship thee, oh great spirit," he moaned, reaching his left hand into his shorts to touch himself as he traced runes up my leg with his tongue. Huh. Color me impressed!
Shane took my right arm and brought my wrist to his lips, sucking and then gently biting the skin. It wasn't a particularly erogenous zone, but it was sensitive, and when he touched me there, I felt it everywhere. Using his tattooed left hand, he started to trace runes along my skin, tiny wisps of cloud that clung to my body and made me shiver.
"Worship me, slaves," I joked, but the
humor was lost when George gently turned my face toward him. He, of course, was already shirtless, his beautiful tanned skin shimmering in the half-light of sunset. With the windows busted out, I could feel the cool winter breeze skimming over my flesh, teasing my hardened nipples. All I wanted was a big hot hand to cup them, give them a good squeeze. A rough thumb tracing over the peaked pink flesh wouldn't hurt either.
"You deserve to be worshipped," George whispered, his brown eyes locked on mine. Things were getting too serious in here, so I reached out with my right hand and cupped his junk through his pants, making him groan. In response, he reached out and palmed my tit in a firm grip, causing my back to arch up off the bed. Green leaves and flowers bloomed where he touched me, little petals teasing my nipples and making my breath rush out in a sharp gasp.
"Any room for me in there?" Dustin growled, taking my left leg and gripping my thigh in strong fingers, silver and gold sparkles flaking off his hand to coat my flesh. He didn't make any pretense that he wasn't going for the promise land with his hand, flicking his thumb over my clit piercing as Warden undid his jeans and freed his cock. I wished I could see the little bat tattoo on his ass. That would've really done it for me, but oh well. I'd have plenty of time to gaze at it later, right? Like the rest of our, apparently, super ridiculously long lives.
Warden wrapped his hand around his shaft, watching as Dustin traced shimmery metallic runes around my clit, teasing it as he went.
"Just had to claim her there first, huh?" Warden said with a bit of a scoff, pushing Dustin's hand away as the Irish asshole chuckled in response. He went back to teasing my leg, marking me from hip to toes as Warden positioned his shaft at my opening, looked me in the eyes, and thrust deep.
He placed both hands on my belly and sent lightning bolts skimming across my flesh. To say his touch was, well, electric would've been a terrible pun. I so totally didn't say it. Nope. Didn't even think it.
"We've got a magnetic connection, don't you think?" Dustin said, inserting a pun of his own. It actually made me laugh, which made my muscles tighten around Warden's shaft, which made him groan as he thrust into me. His palms slid up my body and cupped my tits, leaving sparking yellow-blue runes in his wake as he worked his hands back down to my hips.
"There's this … impossible heat between us," Billy said next, kneeling between George and Dustin. He grinned at me and rubbed at his stubbled chin with an inked hand. "When I touch you, it feels like I'm on fire."
"Fuck, you have way better puns than I do," George grumbled, and Warden paused his thrusts to raise an eyebrow.
"You're too down to earth to make puns, George," I whispered, and Shane chuckled at that one.
"Seems Reg has no problem gettin' you wet, Sug."
"Aw, ST," Reg continued, taking up the mantle. "Does Shane just … blow you away?"
"It always shocks me, how good it feels to be inside of you," Warden added as George dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me and tangling his fingers in my hair. Little vines followed along with his touch, twisting in the blonde locks and drawing runes on my scalp that I couldn't see, but that I could feel.
"It's an honor to be your husband … so I can watch you blossom into the woman you were meant to be."
"You're so lame!" I chortled, but he cut me off with a kiss that was anything but.
"I have fucking flowers," he grumbled against my mouth, "what else was I supposed to say? Your beautiful body gives me … wood?"
"You sprout when you see her naked?" Reg offered up and I groaned, wiggling my hips against Warden.
"No more!" I whined as they all chuckled around me. "This is a super serious moment! Fix my goddamn bonds!"
"Yeah, George," Billy snorted, "tell Warden to hurry up so you can give her your seed."
"Don't make us dig up dirt on you and kick you out of the sept," Reg continued, clucking his tongue.
"I'm going to dig a hole and bury you," George murmured, casting a look at both Reg and Billy.
"Is that supposed to be a pun?!" Billy faux gasped, sliding his palm up my midsection and leaving a rush of flame in his wake. "Am I making you hot, baby?"
"Leave my fertile earth god alone," I said, and they all grinned at me, making me blush.
"Fertile?" Warden asked excitedly, and I squeezed my Kegel muscles so hard that he grunted. "Okay, okay, I'll back off the baby thing … as long as you let George give you his … love nectar."
"Alright, that's it," George said, standing up and shoving his pants to the floor. Holy crap, those V muscles on his hips? Fucking insane. "I don't need puns when I can fuck like an animal."
"Can you, you grass type you?" Billy said as George climbed back on the bed, his rock-hard shaft enticingly close to my mouth.
"I'm a ground type Pokémon, if anything," he scoffed and Billy laughed.
"Puh-lease! You are soooo grass type!"
"Alright, that's it," I growled, grabbing George's cock and bringing a lovely, little bestial sound from his lips. I worked him with my hand as Warden found my hips, driving into me hard and fast, like maybe having to sit still and listen to bad puns had driven him a bit crazy.
He traced runes with his thumbs, using his fingers to keep a tight hold on my hips until he was throwing his head back with a groan and spilling himself inside of me.
That's when they started chanting in that strange elemental language, one that I was desperately going to need to set aside time to learn when I wasn't running for my life, getting married, fighting off long-lost twins, or keeping myself from being murdered by my bio parents.
Warden withdrew from me and switched places with Reg. That was then the bits of gold sparkle from Dustin, the clouds from Shane, and all the rest of the elements started to flake off, leaving the shimmery pattern of runes on my skin.
I never wanted to glamour them up again.
Reg locked eyes with me, murmured something in that strange language that ended with a purred ST and then thrust deep, the groan of pipes above our head threatening the poor old house with yet more water damage. And just like last time, a storm seemed to roll in from nowhere, rain exploding from the sky as harsh winds whipped through the room. Lightning struck the poor old tree again as its branches swayed wildly and tiny flames crawled across its limbs, flickering and dancing without actually charring the wood.
As Reg moved nice and deep inside of me, I could feel those broken bits of our bonds straining to touch, begging me to be reconnected so we could experience that sense of shared magic, all these ancient powers sparking between us like Warden's lightning bolts as he put two hands on my leg and chanted along with the other men.
Yep.
Six dudes chanting in a language I didn't know, in a room with broken windows, while we teetered on the precipice of disaster with the threat of CUM (pun intended)? Because, let's be honest, it was a good goddamn pun. There was about to be a whole hell of a lot of cum in this room.
My eyes met Reg's blue ones, and he flicked his tongue across his lip, smirking at me. When he threw a look Dustin's way, I knew why. The asshole used his metal magic to twist my piercing and bring me into a screaming orgasm, one that tore an equally powerful one from Reg.
"Hurry guys," Billy urged as he looked out the window at the growing storm. Last time we'd done this, everyone in the supernatural community had felt it. And this time, not only were there more of us which would create extra magic, but we had enemies actively looking to kick our asses.
We were basically advertising our vulnerability to the supernatural community at large.
"Whoa, bro, relax," Reg murmured, leaning over me to pash the shit out of my face before he rolled off and into the mess of my other husbands on my left side. "You see how popular you are with your harem, Arizona Smoke-Copthorne-Cornwall-O'Hara-Aarden-MacKenna-Brenton?"
"I'm just tickled pink," I panted and then ran my hands over the rainbow runes. "Now, can you idiots think of any way to speed this up before we get attacked by like dragons or something?"
; "Ew, dragons," Reg groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "No more fucking dragons. So overdone." I gave him a look because, let's be honest here, we were basically friggin' dragons ourselves. But you know, we were first, right? Like we came out before all the other dragon books? And by books, I mean stories, as in the stories of ancient dragons because elementals evolved into their modern form before dragons did. I wasn't breaking the fourth wall or anything, I swear.
"Two dudes, one chick?" Billy asked with a totally fucked-up little smirk. He looked like a biker or something, in that leather jacket and blue tank. Guess he had no intention of taking it off which, like, totally suited me.
"How about three?" I countered, and Billy's face turned into this lascivious mask of shadows. I wanted those gorgeous lips against mine, that stubbled face brushing against my cheek. We'd just had a long, torrid night together and yet, with our bonds severed and slowly repairing, it felt like it'd been years.
"That leaves one man out," George said quietly, and I turned to face him, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back into the pillows. "But does he deserve his spirit when he can't make a pun to save his life?"
"I think she can make an exception for him since he's the only nice guy in the whole group." I straddled George's lap and slid my arms over his shoulders, teasing the muscles in his back with my fingers. His brown eyes stared into mine as I teased his shaft with my wet cunt, breathing in the wild, earthy smell that clung to his skin.
George kissed me with that quiet possessiveness that I loved so much and then put his hands on my hips, helping me slide down the length of his shaft as he began to chant again. The others crowded in around us, drawing on my skin, kissing my neck, cupping my ass. Shane got close up behind me and reached around for my clit, rubbing it in slow circles and alternating that with little teases of my piercing.
"I can't wait to slide my inked cock into you," he whispered and I shuddered, feeling the wind and rain surge into the room, cold droplets spattering my skin as my hair was tossed around. The boys could stop it if they wanted, but maybe like me, they felt the fucking raw power in the air.
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