by Kenna Bardot
Hollis lifted my head and scooted underneath me, his touch calming whatever rising anxiety I might have felt. Tate bent over and looked straight into me. Silver eyes like the calming lights of the moon. "Easy, Char," he whispered, his honeyed voice like a painkiller.
Char's brow furrowed. "Move." Tate followed the order and moved off even as Char bent forward and pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss, as his cock withdrew and pressed back in more softly. Easier. That combined with Hollis' touch and the mouth on mine was enough to coax me to open up for him, and with a few more pumps of his hips I felt his thighs settle against my ass. Hollis gently touched my hair, the backs of his fingers stroking against my skin casually, as if the reassurance wasn't needed.
But we all knew it was. Even as I caved to what they were doing, I could feel the tiny little nagging voice in my head that I wouldn't have done it without being manipulated.
I shoved that bitch away when Char pulled out and snapped his hips back into me sharply. He was bigger than Ledger had been, bigger than I'd thought I'd ever be capable of taking. But that was when I was in the mortal world. And now, I was in the company of those who would be Gods.
"How does she feel?" Shephard asked, and my head turned to find those stormy purple eyes on me. His gaze glued to the place where Char worked himself in and out of me at a slow, rhythmic, but hard pace.
"So fucking tight," Char hissed. "I didn't know women could be this tight."
"That's what happens when you don't make yourself available for every Descendant who looks your way," I inserted, making Char's eyes light up in delight.
"I suppose it is," he conceded with a grunt, shoving to the hilt and pausing there to reach forward and wrap his fingers around my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't steal my breath, but the show of dominance was obvious. Pinned to the couch and Hollis' lap, all I could do was accept his fucking. "See that it stays that way. You take the five of us. No one else touches this pussy. No one else touches you."
"I never wanted anyone else to touch me anyway," I teased, knowing I was playing with fire. It didn't change the fact that I kept poking the monster rutting between my legs. I raised my hips, wrapping thighs around his waist to take him deeper, shift the angle of his shaft inside me to be exactly where I needed it.
Because fuck him and his fucking orgasm.
I wanted mine.
He chuckled, the dark richness of it like chocolate echoing in my ears but made no move to shift himself back. The change in position pressed his chest to mine, feeling more intimate when his savage face was so close to mine. I wrapped my hands in his white hair, drawing his mouth down to mine and losing myself in the way his lips felt against my own.
He slid in and out, stroking over my g-spot so perfectly that I knew it wouldn't take me long before I succumbed to another orgasm.
I was right.
After a dozen strokes, he drew his mouth away from mine, smirking down at me when I clenched around him with my second climax. A few more thrusts and he followed me over the edge, groaning his release in my ear and flooding me with heat. I realized belatedly that he'd finished inside me, and disappointment nagged at me. Surely, the others would object to that, and for some reason I didn't want to consider that I might not get to have them all.
If I was dipping my toes in the waters, I might as well dive in the deep end.
Char pulled out, and I felt the seed he'd left behind leak out with him. His eyes fixed on it, and he watched with a sick possession in his eyes before he moved away. I snuggled into Hollis, ready for a nap. If I would have to settle for being finished with my night's entertainment, I wanted to be comfortable.
But that was when Shep stepped up. His hands grasped me around the hips, flipping me over to my stomach.
"Oof," I protested, getting a face full of Hollis' bulging jeans.
"Take him out," Shep ordered, shoving me onto my knees until they supported my weight and raised my ass in the air. "He's going last, the poor bastard. The least you can do is make him feel good while he waits." Shep's hand came down on my ass when I didn't move, which had me jolting into action.
My hand felt the bulge before it moved to undo the fastening of Hollis' pants. I was excited to get it out, excited to feel him in my mouth. And the thought of sucking that cock was distraction enough that when the head of Shep's cock lined up with my pussy and pushed in, I gasped in surprise.
It was so filthy. So wrong. To be filled with his friend's release, to have had Shep watch me get fucked, and now have him inside me. Like it was nothing but extra lubrication. "Fuckkkk," Shep groaned. "You really are tight as fuck."
"Screw you, Shep," I hissed over my shoulder, feeling like the brunt of a joke between the lot of them. He winked at me and thrust in. "Doing just that, Snow."
Once Hollis was freed from his pants, I teased him by dragging my lips up and down his length. He smiled down at me, seeming completely content with my torment, and I imagined he was. If what Shep said was true, he had a while before he got his turn. I felt my lips tip up into a responding smile, every touch of my lips to his skin seeming to drag me further and further under the fog of seduction.
Shep rammed into me, unhappy with having my attention so divided. Apparently, that hadn't been his intent when he'd told me to pay attention to Hollis.
"Shep," Ryle said, but I could only hear and not see him. I vaguely heard them whispering, but Hollis chose that moment to shift himself and press his head to my lips, so I drew him inside. The taste of him flooded my senses, another layer to the smooth seduction he and Tate so expertly wove.
"She needs to be relaxed," I finally heard Ryle say, and then Tate was there. Kneeling on the floor at my feet, staring at where I worked Hollis over with my mouth. He acted like his friend wasn't plowing into me from behind, spreading my ass wide with his huge hands and those violet eyes. Even without seeing them, I knew they were trained on the place where he plunged in and out of me in a frenzy. It was disconcerting, the level of comfort they had with being around one another in such intimate scenarios.
If I'd been in my right mind, my brain would have tried to wrap around it, figure out what it was that I was missing. As it stood, it was all I could do to not spend the entire time moaning in pleasure from what Shep did to me. I should have been mortified to know that I was spread wide and he could see everything.
They all saw everything. I couldn't be bothered to care.
From the side, Tate nodded to Shep, and then touched his hand to my back, rubbing soothing circles over the tenser muscles he found there. I moaned around Hollis, releasing him to turn my attention to Tate who gave me his lazy smile. One of Shep's hands left the globe of my ass, and something in me worried about where it would turn up. I wondered why I needed to be relaxed.
Even as I didn't care.
The two parts of me warred in a constant battle. Sanity niggling and trying to return only to be shoved away by the black. The darkness that hovered just beneath the surface.
That dark, pulsing thread of attraction that seemed to pull taut between the six of us in random moments. That was what drove me to sink into Tate's touch, not even flinching when Shep's hand appeared in the form of a lubricated finger pressed against that other entrance.
The one that was not meant for men, as far as I was concerned. But in the haze and fog, there was little objection.
I didn't feel any pain like I'd have expected, not when Shep applied pressure and slid a finger in slowly. His cock made shallow little thrusts, more of a teasing reminder that he was still inside me than anything. The second finger he added took more maneuvering, but eventually the resistance melted away with some coaxing from Hollis who purred words of encouragement in my ear.
When he guided himself back to my mouth, I opened easily and lost myself in the sensation of his smooth skin sliding in and out of my mouth as I bobbed on his length. Behind me, I could vaguely feel Shep stretching me out, scissoring his fingers to prepare for something bigger. When he pulled fr
ee from my pussy, Tate reached a hand underneath me to rub the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs in a steady, slow tease that brought me right to the edge and made me hover there.
When the larger, blunt head of Shep's cock replaced his fingers, that made me flinch away. I'd known what was coming - a slight awareness in my mind that I refused to understand. But knowing and experiencing were two different things.
"Shh, you can take it for us," Tate soothed, and my body relaxed once again. Shep slid inside with a pop, breaching the outer muscle, and I whimpered around Hollis despite the way he and Tate worked to distract me with pleasure. Even through the fog, I knew objectively that it hurt. Even if I couldn't feel it at that moment.
Experiencing pain in the body, without the brain being able to comprehend that the pain was there, was disorienting. Like being disconnected from the body except not fully because the pleasure was still there.
Nothing but a dark, twisted, perverse sort of pleasure as Shep worked his way inside. Shallow thrusts that went a little further every time, his breath gritted out through his teeth like he was having difficulty controlling himself. I suspected even in my foggy state, I would have appreciated the control.
"Yeah, get her ready for us," Ryle's voice had taken on an even huskier quality. A large hand - one I imagined was his, smacked down on my ass cheek. Shep pressed in harder than I think he intended, guided by the way Ryle's strike made me bounce on him.
"Fuck," Shep hissed, sliding in the rest of the way until his balls smacked against my pussy. He withdrew, gliding back in and maintaining a gentle pace that still made me whimper.
"Not going to last long in this ass," his voice had an edge to it, a pained pleasure kind of quality, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I released Hollis. Even my absent-minded blowjob was making my jaw hurt, such was the curse of his size I supposed. He didn't seem to mind, smiling down at me.
"You're doing so well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead in an oddly tender moment. "Perfect for us." The hand Tate had inserted underneath me slid up, and he inserted two fingers into my pussy, and pressed against my g-spot until I fluttered around them.
"Shit, fuck," Shep groaned.
"Fucking come, Shep," Tate ordered and as the words clipped out, an impatience to it. "There's three of us left, we can't hold her like this forever." And he did, cursing as my ass flooded with the heat of his release and made me whimper. He only gave me a minute's reprieve before he slid out carefully, slowly.
I wanted to collapse, exhaustion creeping up on me, but Tate stood and pulled me into his arms while Hollis climbed off the couch. Spinning me around, Tate sat with his back against the support, guiding my legs around his hips.
"I can't," I protested, making him chuckle.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We're going to cut some time off of this." He lifted me just enough, centering me over his cock and then lowered my hips until he filled me in one solid glide. I whimpered; his groan mixed with a happy chuckle.
"So good." His hands gripped my ass, spreading me obscenely, and I had a moment to worry about what it must look like, given what Shep had already done.
It didn't matter for long, not when Ryle knelt on the floor behind me, and before I could protest his cock was centered on the place Shep had vacated. Prepared. And then he was gliding inside, filling me.
Past the point I could take. I gasped, feeling it turn into a whimper. The sudden shock of pain from being too full was too much, and it felt like a soft blow of wind coming to wipe the fog away.
"No, easy," Tate crooned, lips giving my fingers gentle kisses and I relaxed. Ryle wrapped his hands around me, cupping my breasts from behind as he worked his way inside. And then they found their rhythm. Ryle slid out while Tate pressed in, and then they switched until I was a writhing mess between them. My body adjusted, grew to love the feeling of them separated only by the thin barrier within me.
So full.
When I moaned, it came out a loud and high-pitched whine, and I heard Hollis chuckle behind me. "Fuck that's sexy."
Over and over they worked in and out, one then the other, working me toward another orgasm slowly. Finally, Ryle's hand slid from my breast to between my thighs, stroking me to another earth-shattering orgasm. I collapsed between them, a mindless puddle that they used until Ryle groaned first and came inside me before he pulled out and left Tate to stroke his way to his own orgasm.
I felt my eyes closing. Knew that I was on the cusp of kissing the world goodbye for a very, very intense night's sleep. Hollis' scent filled my nostrils as he lifted me off Tate, carrying me out of the common area and to a bedroom - likely his - where he laid me onto my stomach. I was too tired to even care that he hadn't fucked me, that he might feel left out.
I needn't have worried, anyway. He covered my body with his own, cocking one of my legs up and slipping his massive cock into my drenched pussy. So full, he was too big, even after the way the others had used me. The ache of the night was catching up with me, but Hollis was mercifully quick. I imagined he was ready to come after watching everything that had transpired in the other room.
He was still inside me when my world faded to black. In my heart, I felt nothing. I couldn't think beyond the oblivion.
Somehow, I already knew that I didn't want tomorrow to come.
Chapter 19
Mireyah
Awareness came almost as soon as the fog that only sleep could give had completely lifted. And with it my contentment faded away to be replaced by cold fury and horror.
The men I never should have trusted had betrayed me, reminded me how wrong I had been to soften my feelings for them. Because they had turned around and shown me the clearest and purest version of the truth.
Who they were, and what I was to them.
My body throbbed, the area between my legs aching even as I laid there. I stared at the red ceiling of Hollis’ bedroom as the sun beat through the windows and glinted off it, making me squint in the face of the too bright light.
Much as they had hurt everything else - inside and out, the night before.
There was nothing to be done for it in the morning light. It had happened, and I couldn't change it. Just like I couldn't change the way my skin crawled. Crowded into the bed between Hollis and Tate, every inch of bare skin that touched theirs felt diseased.
Dirty.
There was no reason they'd needed to touch me. To take things I didn't want to give - nothing beyond their own pride and selfishness. With an entire school practically kissing their feet, and women like Annalee lining up to fill their needs, taking away my ability to deny them was nothing but cruel.
I shrugged Hollis' arm off my waist, inching my way to the foot of the bed to sneak out unnoticed. The last thing I wanted was to face their triumphant expressions the moment they woke up.
Least of all while I remained naked and vulnerable.
I bumped into Shep who was sprawled out at the foot of the massive bed. How he managed to find enough space for his formidable frame, I could not understand. Nor care.
“Mireyah?" he whispered, voice hoarse and grumbly as he spoke. I shot him an alarmed look and abandoned my efforts of being stealthy, glancing around the bedroom in a hurry. With my clothes nowhere in sight, I swallowed and strode into the common area naked. As the sun hadn't risen yet, I could only hope that Annalee wouldn't have arrived to service Char. I scoffed, feeling ridiculous as jealousy surged inside me.
I didn't own him, and I never would. And at that moment, I didn’t even know if I wanted to.
My core pulsed with pain as I sprinted from the room, but I ignored it. I needed out.
"Mireyah!" Shep called after me, the scuffle in the bedroom an indicator of him waking the others and the search for clothes beginning.
A glance around the common area confirmed that those clothes they were looking for were probably not in the bedroom where they slept. My dress laid in a pile next to the couch. I swiped the shoes and underwear that were piled on
top of it and grabbed my dress from the pile. Tugging it on over my head quickly, I spun to face the stormy, violet eyed Descendant as he raced out of Hollis' room.
"Mireyah," he whispered, stepping closer to me slowly, like I was a wounded animal that he didn't want to spook.
Which wasn’t that far off base, really. "Why?" I whispered, feeling something in my chest tighten and shatter, the first tear falling free from eyes that suddenly felt too wet, too damaged to function. I fought back the need to be sick as dizziness kept building within me the longer I stood.
The others emerged from the room, eyeing me warily. It was Tate who stepped up, bypassing Shep in favor of reaching out a hand to me. Flinching back, my gaze cut to him, and I felt the threat of tears falling become harder and harder to fight back. I'd thought he'd hurt me before, when he’d shown he hadn’t been a friend.
It was nothing compared to what I felt when I looked at his molten silver eyes then.
Nothing.
"We got tired of waiting for you to let us in," he admitted.
A strangled sob escaped from my throat, and I swallowed against the growing ache of fighting back my tears. "Of course. Well, now that you've had me, can we move on? I can just compete, work, do shit for my family and be normal. That’s all I want.” I choked on the words as I said them because I could barely breathe.
"Winter girl, Mireyah," Ryle said, stepping up beside me. In another life, those strong arms that reached for me might have symbolized safety. Comfort.
Home.
But not for me. Not in this life.
"Don't call me that," I complained, tilting my head with a grimace. "I'm not unaffected anymore. Are you happy now?"
His face twisted, as if that blow struck deep. Behind them all, Char stayed silent, watching the exchange with a vague interest.
"This wasn't about conquering you, Pet," Hollis said, moving up to press his hands to my shoulders. I wanted to rip them out of their sockets, but only stared up at him and feigned a disinterest I didn't feel. I knew I fooled no one, knew it wouldn't work while tears still stained my cheeks.