by L M Adams
Lucien breaks away from my nipple and takes Jack’s place between my thighs to worship my womanhood much like Jack had done. Lucien is different, there is no warning as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out from the shock of sensation, he eases back and begins tonging my bud gently sending me into another orgasm that I’m not sure isn’t just a continuation of my first.
We become of one body and one mind and one heart and in that moment, I know that I don’t want them one at a time, or before, or after – I want them together… I want them the way I was meant to have them.
When Lucien breaks away from my lower lips, I urge him to his back and roll on top of him spreading my thighs and pressing the heat of my womanhood against the hardness of his manhood, trapping him with my will.
“Yes, my love,” fire dances in his eyes with abandon… my beast of heart.
Jack lays back on the bed and watches us, content that I have chosen Lucien to have first. Content to always be second to my and Lucien’s love… but he isn’t – he is together, a part of, as one with us.
I look at him and shake my head no, “Join us,” my voice echoes with power and that power reflects in his blue eyes… making them more alive than even the power of Vayrá could.
Lucien lifts his hands and begins touching my flesh, running gentle fingertips along my sides, loving the feel of me… even now, even still, even after having me so many times in so many different ways – he still loves me like it was the first time.
Jack kneels behind me, straddling Lucien’s strong thighs, his flesh pressed into Lucien’s and I feel no discourse or uncertainty in the link. They are comfortable with this, with touching one another, with sharing me, with serving me in whatever way I choose. It was a journey, but finally we are here.
I place a hand on Lucien’s chest and lift up to let his cock slide only a bit into me. That first stretching, that first bit of connection between flesh and flesh – it will always be my favorite part.
His features erupt with pleasure, “Yes, my Queen,” he murmurs. He knows my pleasure; he feels it as well.
I reach behind me and pull Jack closer, urging him inside as well. They made me so ready, so wet, it barely hurts as he presses into the tightness of my ass.
“Thank you,” he whimpers, “Oh my Goddess, thank you.”
I moan and relax, letting my body accept their flesh as a part of mine. With it, my power finally erupts, and everything becomes more than it was. Our sacrals align and connected in three.
Like the three stars in the northern night sky – humans call it Orion’s Belt, some call it the Three Wise Men – but I know it as womb-man, I know it as the Three Marys. Mary the mother, Mary the lover, Mary the reaper.
Life – Love – Death.
I remember my power and taste the abundance of it on my tongue.
My heart can feel Lucien’s pleasure as he slides inside of me, the warmth, the wetness, the power he knows of every time I let him inside.
Jack’s thoughts and feelings join ours, how fucking tight and hot it is to be inside of me there, how seldom he gets to have this part of me… and never as a gift. Always something he has to take in games of dominance and submission – and how much better it is when I want it too.
“Oh God,” he cries, “oh my god.”
“Goddess,” I correct him.
He whimpers in response and I know that he feels Lucien’s cock inside of me, the thin flesh between them does little to keep their cocks separate from one another.
Lucien’s body begins trembling, he’s overwhelmed with our pleasure, he didn’t know sex could feel like this… this is new, he did not know he could feel us both at the same time – not like this.
There are no words as I make slow sweet love to them at the same time. They’re as still as possible as I move my body up and down on theirs, riding them both at the same time… claiming them for all time.
Who could they ever find to replace me?
The glass room fills with the smell of succubus and vampire and demi-god and the light of the stars refracts our magic.
I sit straight up and lift my hands in worship – I am a child of the moon. Of Lilith, of the first whore, and the first wife, and the first mother.
Together, I am moon, and sun, and earth… I. Am. Goddess.
My body begins to phase, a part of this world and yet a part of so very many others. More than two arms, now four, now six, now eight… half with blades, the half with goblets of wine and on my forehead a crown of blackened bones are adorned – I am the coming storm riding upon a pale horse.
Music that is not of this world, music made of large drums formed with the flesh of the gods stretched tight over hand carved wood from the tree of knowledge, and the ones that beat the flesh make a rhythm of worship – for they know me… they remember me… when my name was…
Ishtar.
“Yes!” Lucien roars and I feel his curse explode with a fire that does not burn and Jack’s flesh answers with an ice that does not freeze, “Yes!”
“Worship me,” and my voice echoes with all of the eventides that came before me, all of the succubae and all of the incubi.
I am all and one and none… and the world shall worship me.
Yes, I could make them beg – but I don’t – I give them this damnation for free.
My body moves like a snake as I ride them both and so they do worship me in mind and body and soul and spill their seed into me, giving me power untold and unknown in this world in millennia.
This is the way a Goddess makes love.
Ah yes, now I remember.
48
Jaevia
We’ve been here three days… and we spend our lives together, discovering what marriage is without the noise of the world. Sometimes we do things together as a group, swimming outside in the warm Caribbean sea or lounging in the sun – well, Lucien and I do that. Jack prefers not to, most of the time. Sometimes one of us tactfully retreats so that any one of us can have special one on one time with another. It flows perfectly and naturally between us, but more often than not, we’re always in the same room… we simply gravitate to one another. Most of all we still surprise one another…
“Checkmate,” Luey says for the third time in the row now.
“No! That can’t be right!” Jack denies it.
I look up from my book, a cozy mystery I’m in the thick of. Jack stocked the house with all types of books. We’re relaxing indoors this evening after a day in the sun; the guys have been playing chess near the far wall that opens up to the outside patio/living room while I’m curled up with a book on the large overstuffed sofa. Outside of the windows the sun sets on the ocean and the sky is lit up with gorgeous hues of purple, blue and orange – today has been another beautiful day.
Our ‘vacation’ home is so comfortable and welcoming, I’m just wearing a gray tee-shirt with a print that has black kitty with fangs and a pair of black lace panties. Both Luey and Jack are wearing thin gray sweats and tight white tee-shirts, both looking delicious in very different ways while wearing the same thing.
“You beat him again, Luey?” I smile.
“Aye,” Luey stands.
“No!” Jack yells again… refusing to admit he’s the worse chess player of the three of us.
Luey beats me more often than not, Jack can win against me, but I win more often – he doesn’t really stand a chance against Lucien. Luey’s mind just works differently than ours and Jack refuses to accept it.
“A bet is a bet, Bloodsucker.”
Jack stares at the board a moment more and then stands up, “You’re cheating! You have to be.” He pulls his tee-shirt over his head.
“I’m not,” Luey shrugs, “you have a pattern – I understand patterns.”
“Then that’s cheating! You can’t use your magic!”
“It is not magic, it is who I am… pants,” Luey snaps his fingers.
Jack looks at me to intervene.
“Sorry, I have to agree with
Lucien, that’s not magic, it’s a natural ability.” I shrug, “I only win occasionally because I’m erratic with my play and don’t really have a plan of attack.”
“Fine!” Jack angrily snatches off his pants and throws them at Lucien… he’s not wearing any underwear.
Yum.
Lucien catches the pants, “Now go put on your uniform,” he grins, loving every bit of this.
“I will have my vengeance, Beast!” Jack stomps past me to go to the kitchen.
I can’t help but laugh.
Lucien comes to join me on the sofa, lifting my legs so he can sit closely, and places them across his lap. He picks up his own book – nothing for enjoyment, it’s one of the books Henenu left him. He’s trying to make his way through the massive library his old tutor left him, but it’s slow going for him.
“What’s that one about?”
“Portals.”
“Portals?” I ask with surprise.
He nods, “Aye, it seems I have the power to build portals… not the Kindred way. I can create them anywhere, without mirrors or gems, or field magics.”
“That would be a useful.”
“Oh aye, but I do not understand most of this,” he sighs, “it would be a great tool for us. But I did not advance far enough in my lessons to understand these incantations. I was not a good student.” I feel his frustration at himself, his disappointment in himself, flood the link.
A deep aching that’s filled with shame and regret. The curse doing nothing but leaning into those feelings, amplifying them.
“You’ll figure it out, Luey. I know you will.”
“Perhaps,” he glances at me and those golden eyes twinkle with the red fire that burns within him.
“Let me see,” I hold out a hand for the book. He pauses before handing it to me. I don’t take it personally; those treasure troves of books are his last link to his people – he doesn’t want anything to happen to them.
The book feels old, the paper isn’t normal paper. There was something done to it to make sure it lasted the test of time. My fingertips tingle with the magic of time and it gives my heart pause. I push on because I’m hoping I’ll be able to see something Lucien hasn’t thought of.
Even with the age, the ink on the pages hasn’t seemed to fade at all. I can’t decipher any of the symbols, a few seem familiar from my time trying to translate the Book of Thoth, where the Seal of Time was once kept. Lucien’s mother, Zahra, was the keeper of the book. Before she was a Pax carrying the blessing of Lilith – she was a Queen of Isis. The children of Isis are meant to watch the passage of time, record it, and study it – the past, the present, and the future... problems happen when they try to alter it.
I’ve met what the children of Isis became… Druids. Some are good, some are evil – just as with most things in the world. Desmona, one druid I consider to be good, disrupted the order of things and used the Seal of Time to change the timeline – she paid for it with her life and perhaps the lives of many others. She traveled through the past to manipulate the events of the world so that I would be me, and Lucien would be he, and Jack would be him.
As far as we know her meddling is done. Her husband, Quinn Monroe, who was helping her manipulate things in this timeline – died in a battle against Azazael in the sands of time, saving our lives.
Some days I feel bad that I’ve let her down, that I’ve quit being queen… she after all, sacrificed so much to give me the power to change things, to put the world on the right path… and I’ve squandered it.
Some days I feel vindicated in my choice, she had no right to manipulate me and my life… without ever bothering to ask if it was something I wanted.
The pages are filled with symbols, most of them being written in circles, or spirals… a few form lines of script around the edges of the page.
“It’s about more than the meaning, it’s about the placing,” I mumble.
“Yes, Wench – I have thought the same. I notice the patterns, but I do not understand them.”
I nod, “It wouldn’t be written like this if it wasn’t important.”
For some reason my eyes keep going back to a symbol…. It appears often throughout the book…
“What is this?” I ask Luey, pointing it out.
“Amenta, it is the symbol for the underworld, or the edge of the sunset. My people believe the edge… or the time of eventide is a passage between one existence and the next.”
“And this one?” I point out another symbol.
“That means sunrise. The two symbols make no sense being placed together, Wench. There is much between a sunset and a sunrise.”
“They do if they’re in a circle like they are…”
“What do you mean?”
“See…” I run my finger along the circle of symbols – counterclockwise. At the bottom I stop at another symbol I’m familiar with… “Ra’suá, I know that one from watching Tabari use the portals – that is the symbol that glows on the mirror if we’re jumping to Ra’suá.”
I let my finger continue around the circle until I reach Amenta. “Sunset is Amenta – a journey to the night, to the underworld… or different dimensions, Luey. Here is Ra’suá at the bottom center of the symbols… and then sunrise. Portals work because there is a deviation in time and space.”
“To travel the portals… you travel through different dimensions? Through the underworlds?”
“I would guess, we’ve always known about different planes of existence… like Vayrá – that isn’t Ra’suá or Earth, but it exists, and we know it exists… it’s probably one of these half worlds, or underworlds, we just don’t know what symbol means Vayrá. Or what all of these other symbols mean, but we’ll figure it out.”
“Oh Wench, you are smart.”
I laugh handing him back the book, “Yet I was a horrible student. Some of us have to learn the hard way.”
He gives me a bit of a devious look, setting the book to the side, “You like learning things the hard way.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I bat my eyelashes.
His strong hand runs up my bare calf slowly, “It’s taken me twenty years to get it through your thick skull that you belong to me.”
“I am not a lamp, Luey…. You can’t just own a person.”
He huffs, “I guess the lesson isn’t over yet,” his large warm hand runs between my thighs, inching closer to my more sensitive parts.
“Perhaps a refresher course would be a good idea,” I moan as his fingertips reach my lace covered pussy… stopping him from going further.
“Beg,” he growls.
“Please,” I moan and widen my legs a bit.
“Perhaps… later,” he pulls back, leaving me with my legs open and a needy kitten begging for attention.
I kick him, “You’re a dick!”
“Kick me again and you won’t be getting any of it either,” he lifts my leg and kisses my foot.
“Tease!” I laugh… unable to really be angry.
“Dinner is soon,” he pats my leg gently.
“Did you just pass up sex for food?!”
He shrugs, “We get to have whatever we wish.”
I must be off my game if I’m getting passed over for food – I’m a flipping succubus, the physical incarnation of sex and passion! Yet I do love that they are not mindless thralls – I don’t want that kind of devotion, what Sheba had… I like this better, when they choose me, as I have chosen them.
“Your drinks, my Queen, my King…” I turn as Jack walks over to the sofa and stops beside me.
He’s balancing a cocktail tray with a vodka cranberry for me and a bourbon for Luey, on his fingertips. Jack’s wearing a freshly pressed white full apron tied around his neck and his waist and a black bowtie. His hair is slicked back, and his facial hair is freshly trimmed.
Luey and I take our drinks and Jack flips the tray, twirling it and pins it under his arm, “Would you like to start with hors d’oeuvres this evening?”
/> I grin, “I want the coconut shrimp and the fish tacos with a side of fried calamari.”
Lucien grunts, “Good choices, Wench. I wish the seared tuna, the bacon wrapped scallions and the loaded hash browns with green pepper and onion – the way you make it special for me.”
Jack nods and turns on his heel, walking back to the kitchen and giving us a very full view of his naked backside. Goddess, the man is built well.
“He has such a cute tush,” I sigh.
“Oh aye, a cute tush indeed,” Lucien chuckles.
Jack stops walking but doesn’t turn around, “I’m a goddamn King of the Blood! My arse is sexy! Divine! Seductive! Alluring!... not cute!” He marches back to the kitchen to get started on our order, as proud and as naked as the day he was born… minus the apron and the bowtie.
Lucien and I laugh…. Oh well – Jack lost the bet.
We tease, titillate, and enjoy one another’s company. Since our wedding night, there hasn’t been any more crazy magic, and no one has run to come and tell us the world is falling apart… no, we get to just be a ‘mostly’ normal, married, triad in love.
49
Jaevia - Submits
But no matter how in love we are… we’re still a vindictive and vicious bunch.
I awake to someone on top of me and my wrists pinned above my head. It takes a moment for Lucien’s features to come into focus in the dark room, the sky still dark with only the twinkling of the stars above.
But his eyes burn with fire.
“You will behave,” he growls low and my heart pounds with fear. The thought that I am a goddess or his wife or that he loves me doesn’t even enter my mind.
All that is there is the fact that he is master and that he promised I would pay for my games.
“Please,” I whimper trying to push against his strength.