by Nhys Glover
‘We’d have to test the dream on someone,’ Landor said.
‘A Devourer priest?’ I suggested.
Laric shrugged. ‘I’d have to pull on a boatload of love from the Goddess to want to give one of those bastards a pleasant dream.’
‘That’s the point, isn’t it?’ Landor said. ‘If you can give something loving to one of them, you... we... could give it to The Jayger. I think Flame’s idea is an excellent one. You know how against fighting I have been from the start. This... This feels right.’
‘All right,’ Laric agreed reluctantly. ‘I can try. Will I also be trying to end it after the experiment?’
I shook my head. ‘I’m not that loving, I’m afraid. They deserve to die. But if this one can die pleasantly, then I’m all right with that.’
‘Who were you thinking of trying it on? Not our regular contact?’
I shook my head. ‘No. We still need him. But I’m thinking of the priest who let the seer lad fall and crack his head open. I saw him. I know him now. And he deserves to die.’
The others agreed, and so we set about our next challenge. For Laric, it might prove the hardest of them all. It was so ingrained in him to see his magic as bad—as a curse—that to turn it around like this would be huge for him. He would still be delivering a death sentence to a person if they weren’t brought out of it, but there were worse ways to go. Far worse.
Could he do it? Could Laric change his thinking so much? He’d changed a lot in the last moon, and if I had transformed and grown during that time, so had he. But was it enough?
‘You could do it,’ Laric suggested desperately. ‘If you have Landor’s healing, you could have my nightmares.’
I considered this. Maybe I could do it, but would that help Laric? Part of using a transformed version of his magic was for him, not just for The Jayger. He had to be able to step away from the nightmares.
‘No, it would more likely work for you,’ I said firmly trying to smother my desire to ease his panic. I could take this from him. I could. But I wouldn’t be doing him any favours. He had to be the one to change his magic.
‘Look, if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work,’ Landor consoled. ‘It’s a nice idea, and if it could work The Jayger might reappear sometime in the future a reformed being. But that’s not our main focus here. Putting It away is.’
‘But if Sky fails, my nigh... dream magic might be the only answer,’ Laric said resignedly.
He was right. Now we knew we could go into The Jayger’s mind, we could give It the dream to keep It occupied for an eternity. But it was only a backup plan.
‘All right, let’s do it,’ Laric said with determination. ‘You find and get inside our target, and I’ll try to give him a lovely dream. One he never wakes up from.’
I smiled. I hoped this worked. Not for The Jayger. For Laric.
We settled in. I wondered what the seers would make of how much time we spent just staring into space. They’d likely take it for us giving up and becoming numbed by our failure. How wrong they’d be!
It took no time at all to get to the priest who had allowed the seer lad to be injured. I’d remember his face forever. He’d seemed confused to be berated for what had happened. Why should they care about one pathetic childling who didn’t matter?
I reached him easily enough. He was gathering more seers from the temple, which was located in the cliffs below Highlund. It was where the hag had been trained, I knew, and it had been their main base. It must not have been too close to the cave where the Godling released The Jayger or the flood of water would have washed it away.
Once I was inside him, I shuddered at the feel of him. This one was not split, but he was... foul. And I couldn’t wait to get away from him.
I felt Laric come forward in my mind. He pictured a wonderful dream for the Devourer. How much that cost him, I didn’t know. But what I felt was pure intention, and if anything could work, this could.
I waited to see what happened. I watched as the priest staggered away from the childlings to find a quiet spot in the temple. He just needed to rest for a few moments, just a few moments. Then he could get back to work. There was so much yet to do. He’d been pushing himself too hard and now he was so tired. Just a few moments and he’d be refreshed and ready to go on.
When his eyes closed and his body went limp, I almost felt my mind go with it. Instantly, I was in his dream. I saw a world of water on which a huge raft floated. On that raft the priest sat surrounded by every luxury imaginable, including food that made my mouth water. A pretty young girl, too young in my opinion, sauntered up to him and offered him the grapes she held, all dew-covered and delicious. He took the grapes and pulled the girl down onto his lap. She squealed in a mixture of delight and fear. I knew he liked his sex that way. A mix of pleasure and pain, fear and arousal.
I slid out of his dream and hurried back to my body. After a shudder, I opened my eyes and smiled.
‘Well done, Laric. Though I’m glad that girl was only imaginary. I don’t like to think what he would have her doing on that raft. She was little more than a childling.’
Laric grinned, his whole being transformed. ‘I... I didn’t think it was possible. How could it have been possible? All this time I thought I had to give nightmares... just because that’s what I did when I was a lad. Gods, how this has all... shifted me. I can’t explain it. But if anyone had told me what I was to become... what I am today... I would never have believed them.’
‘But you are happy with the changes?’ I asked anxiously. From his tone I couldn’t be sure.
Laric stood up from his place by the fire and offered me his hand. I took it, wondering what he was about. While the others looked on, he drew me up and into his arms, his blue eyes so intense I couldn’t look away from them.
“Happy doesn’t even come close to what I am. You have turned me from a selfish little prick in to a man. The kind of man I can respect.”
“It wasn’t me,” I sputtered, embarrassed to have him attributing so much of his change to me. “You did it. Only you could do it.”
“But I wouldn’t have even tried if not for you. Loving you... it was all the motivation I needed. And being part of your harem has been the best experience of my life. No matter what happens next, I want you to know that. I regret nothing.
“And I am blissfully, incredibly happy. If I wasn’t, I doubt I could have given that bastard such a nice dream. At least he won’t be bullying any of those childlings again.”
He kissed me then, deep and passionately. I felt it right to my toes. Three pairs of eyes looked on as Laric slowly peeled the clothes from my body. It was full daylight, but we were sheltered from view by the huge rocks we sheltered behind. Even so, I felt embarrassed to be naked on a beach in the sunshine.
But admiring gazes put an end to my embarrassment. When Laric swept me up into his arms, I went willingly, even though he was still fully clothed. There was something decidedly daring in being one naked woman being admired by four, fully-clothed men in broad daylight. Nowhere to hide. Fully exposed.
As Laric moaned and deepened the kiss, I felt someone jump to his feet and come up behind me, pressing me even closer to Laric and his hard cock. The rough texture of their tunic’s rasped my skin and pushed me higher.
When Laric moved from my mouth to my neck, I was able to take note of who was behind me, kissing my neck and stroking my bare butt and hips. I should have known before. Should have picked up on the little beads that caressed my shoulder as Prior kissed my neck on the other side to Laric, but I hadn’t.
Why? Because I wasn’t in water and he never touched me passionately when we weren’t in the water.
That pulled me out of my aroused haze. Prior stilled too, as did Laric.
I spun in Laric’s arms so I was facing my dark husband.
“You aren’t setting me on fire,” I observed carefully, afraid the awareness might shock him back into his old problem.
“So it seems. I thought as mu
ch when I watched you shed your cloths, and I didn’t set the bedding alight. Gods, that was a sight I’ll remember until my dying day. You, my wife, are the most glorious creature ever created by the Goddess. I can’t believe my luck.”
I laughed. “Bad luck you mean. Having to share one woman. Even a glorious one like me,” I added the last part with tongue-in-cheek.
“Glorious indeed,” Prior agreed, not acknowledging my sarcasm.
“So we don’t need to spend so much time in the water,” Landor said dryly, coming to stand at my side, his fingers tangling in my red curls, which were hanging loose around my naked shoulders.
I thought of myself as pale and freckly, especially next to the smooth, black skin that covered Prior’s muscular form. But next to Landor I looked golden, not white, even in places where the sun rarely touched.
“Get on with it,” Zem demanded from his place on the bedding. I could see he sported an impressive arousal beneath his breeches.
“Who made you director?” Laric said with a laugh.
“I did. Now take those beautiful teardrop breasts in your hands and squeeze them gently,” he said, fully in warrior-mode.
I remembered the first time I saw him go into his magic, back when I was being bullied by one of the airling trooper recruits. He’d been a short, skinny lad that no one would ever have noticed. Until he moved faster than the eye could properly see.
And then later, when Airsha had been stolen away, Darkin had put Zem in charge of a troop of seasoned soldiers. He’d turned from shy lad into warrior, convincing them all of his right to lead.
That was who he was in this moment, and my men had no alternative but to obey.
Gods, he was really doing it. He was going to direct our love-making. From the excitement around me, I could tell the others were fully on board with it.
Did we even have time for this? The Jayger could be here any time and we...
“Stop, Flame. There is time. We need this. You need this,” Zem ordered.
And he was right. I shot him a sexy smile and nodded my head in mock-obedience. “As you will, master.”
That had hard cocks jerking. Oh, I was going to enjoy this game.
Laric had his hands on my breasts, kneading and squeezing them until my breath was coming in short pants.
“Prior, run your hand down between her cheeks and find out if she is wet for us yet,” came Zem’s next order.
Obediently, Prior did as he was told, and I could feel the joy he felt at just being able to touch me without fear.
I squirmed as his fingers found their way between my folds. I opened my legs a little to aid him.
“Very,” Prior reported on a growl.
“You could check more effectively if Flame bent over. Flame, be a good girl and bend over Landor’s cock. Can’t you see how it’s straining against the confines of his breeches?”
I smirked at Laric who was enjoying this game as much as me. He shifted to the side so he could continue fondling my breasts as I bent over to observe the bulge in Landor’s breeches.
“Don’t just look, sweetling. You know you want to touch and taste. I’ve seen you do it. I know how much you love taking Landor in your mouth.”
Gods, this was becoming much more than a game. I glanced up and met Landor’s fierce gaze, before I opened his breeches and took his long pale cock from its place. It burst out enthusiastically, and I grinned. In the next moment, I had my mouth around the tip as I licked off the salty liquid on its top. Landor moaned and cradled my head in his hands, not pushing me to take more, but not letting me go, either.
I felt Prior stroking my wet folds, each slide bringing him in contact with my nub of pleasure, and I almost squirmed out of his reach. It was too good, especially now Laric was pinching my nipples just hard enough to have me spiralling higher.
“Did I tell you to do that, Laric? No, I did not. For disobeying me, you have to let go of those delightful breasts.”
Laric almost rebelled. But he dutifully let go of me and took a little step back, disappointment and annoyance, not to mention frustration, rolling off him in waves.
“Good. And because you have shown you can be obedient, I want you to shuck your breeches and wrap those wonderful red curls around your cock.”
Laric jumped to do his bidding. I watched from my bent position as the long skeins of my hair were wrapped like a silken cloth around Laric’s straining member. He let down his barriers enough that I could feel the smooth texture of my hair as it ran up and down the length of him.
My arousal surged, and I drew Landor deep into my mouth, sucking hard on his shaft. He shuddered under me and then tried to push me away.
“I won’t last if...”
“Did I say she could stop? Or you could stop her?” Zem demanded.
Landor gave in and let me slide my mouth up and down him, trying to see if I could take just a little more. I was getting better at this, but hadn’t had a lot of practise since we’d taken to making love in the water. It was impossible to properly go down on a cock under water. You had to breathe, after all.
“Pay attention to your balls, Laric. Rub that red-gold silkiness over them. And Flame, caress Landor’s balls and draw them down as you suck him in deep.”
I did as I was told, and as Prior sent me over into my first climax, Landor began coming in my mouth. I felt him holding my head, but I knew from the thoughts he sent me that he would not hold me there. I wouldn’t choke. And so I swallowed fast, as I came down from my first climax, glorying at the salty taste of the hot, spurting liquid.
It was amazing, especially when Landor let me feel what it was like for him, being sucked dry by my talented mouth.
When he’d finished, he waited for instruction, his whole frame shaking from the intensity of the release. While he did, he stroked my head lovingly. I lifted up and placed a loving kiss on his hip.
Looking over at Zem, I could see he’d taken his own cock out and was stroking it as he watched us.
“Prior, fuck her with your fingers, she needs to come again. You can stand up a little, now Flame. Landor, you can join me and watch, while you recover.”
Landor did as he was told, and I found myself focused totally on the fingers that were breeching my core, first one and then a second. With his other hand, Prior was stroking my cheeks and letting his hand delve close to my back passage. They’d all done this before, and I’d found I liked a little intrusion there, in the water, but no more than that. I couldn’t imagine doing what I had seen in Laric’s mind a time or two.
I was running my hands over Laric’s butt through his breeches. I could feel from our connection that the touch of my hair was about to push him over. He was pumping his fist harder with it, and his muscles were straining.
“Now your cock, Prior. Drive your cock into that wet core. You know you want to. You know you have to,” Zem instructed, his voice hoarse.
I looked over to see my small audience had their eyes glued to me. When Prior drove into me I fell forward onto Laric, who had just begun to climax in my hair. I held onto his hips as Prior lifted me up so he could slide into me more easily. It was easier in the water where I could be weightless. But I wasn’t complaining. The feel of his invasion was like nothing else. My pleasure was rising in a different way, and I couldn’t wait to reach the summit and fly over the edge.
Laric had finished, and yet he remained where he was to help hold me in place. He took my hands and placed them on his shoulders. While Prior pumped into me from behind, I kissed Laric’s mouth, dancing my tongue with his.
He found my breasts again and pinched my nipples until I came apart in another blinding orgasm. My core must have begun to milk Prior, because in the next moment he went over the edge and joined me, his clothed body pressed hard against my naked one, the sweat of both our bodies saturating the fabric.
“Come here,” Zem demanded when Prior withdrew.
I was past being able to saunter sexily to do his bidding. I was still reeling
from my last climax, my legs barely doing as they were bid. I collapsed at Zem’s side. The one opposite to Landor, who continued to watch me with burning eyes.
I expected him to demand I take him in my mouth. Instead, Zem laid me on my back. He knew I was wrung out. Zem had always been able to sense my needs, even before he’d been able to read my mind.
He turned onto his side and began raining kisses down my sweat-dampened skin until he found the thatch of curls at the juncture of my legs. His nose breeched those curls and touched my hypersensitive nub. I bucked off the bedding a little, but he held me in place.
Zem’s mouth closed over my folds, his tongue delving deep. He didn’t seem to care that I tasted of Prior. In fact, that seemed to drive him even more insane. In a frenzy of need, he licked and sucked at my core and nub. Had Prior not been working me earlier, the contact would have been too rough. Instead, it was just what I needed. I came apart, holding his dark head between my legs.
But he didn’t stop after that first climax. He continued his onslaught until I was releasing again and again. I had barely come down from the last, and he was pressing into me with his cock, pumping in long, slick slides.
Landor seemed unable to remain on the sidelines. He took one nipple into his mouth and drew on it hard. I cried out at the pleasure and pain and slammed into yet another blinding release. I screamed and writhed as Zem continued his passionate onslaught.
With what was left of my passion-addled mind, I noticed Zem had a hand in Landor’s long, white locks. He clung to them as he continued driving into me over and over again, the slick slide like velvet against my sensitised channel. I felt Landor’s pleasure at sharing me with Zem, and I reached for his cock, hard and wanting once more.