by Kenna Bardot
I felt desperate for it, especially when Hollis paused with only the tip barely inside me. I knew from his echoing groan that Ryle was sliding into him, knew that he loved it just as much as Tate did. And as Ryle pushed inside him, Hollis' hips moved toward me and he slid in to sheathe himself inside me. Connected. To four of them.
It made me release Tate for a moment and the man glared down at me in protest. "What about Shephard?" I asked, watching as he settled into the chair next to the bed to watch the show. His hand wrapped around his length, stroking slowly from root to tip. I wanted to follow the path with my mouth.
He winked at me mischievously, knowing exactly where my mind went when it came to them. They made me insatiable. Made me constantly hungry. "Greedy thing," he teased. "I have plans for you after. Don't you worry." Hollis drew back, and I could feel the way Ryle pulling almost out of his ass made his hips retreat from me. When Ryle shoved back in with a grunt, Hollis bottomed out inside me so hard I screamed. "Easy, Ryle. Hollis is too big."
"No," I protested. "I want it." And I was surprised to find I did. I welcomed the bite of pain when he struck the end of me, loved the feeling of being filled in every inch of my pussy. Any bigger at all, and it would have been unbearable. As it stood, it felt perfect.
Like I really was meant for them. I opened my mouth for Tate again, and he wasted no time thrusting into the back of my throat. Char's relentless use of his ass aided his intensity, but the way Tate stared down at me left no doubt.
He wanted it that way too.
I fought down the gag reflex that hovered just at the edge and took him deep, even when I wanted to cry out with every sharp thrust of Hollis inside me. Ryle used him to fuck me, fucked us both. With the way his pace felt, vibrating through Hollis and into me, I'd have thought he'd be the first to win the race to the finish, but it was Char who came with a nearly silent groan, reaching around to turn Tate's head to him so he could kiss him while I stared up at them with my mouth stuffed full of Tate.
Ryle groaned as he finished behind me, and I could swear that I felt the loss of him when he pulled out of Hollis. I missed him, particularly when Hollis and Tate both pulled free from me and moved off the bed. Shep grinned at them both, and something in me clenched in fear. When I wasn't so drowned in the lust of the moment, his words sounded ominous.
Plans for me.
He stood, laying on his back on the bed. "Bring that sweet pussy over here, Mireyah." I went to him, pausing before I could climb on him. There really was no way to know how they wanted me, but given that Shep was, well, Shep, I faced away from him so he had a perfect view of my ass as I sank my pussy down on his cock. He groaned, placing his hands underneath it to grip my cheeks and lift me up and down a few times. Eventually, tiring of waiting, Tate knelt in front of me and shoved me back. I had no choice but to shift my legs forward and lean back on Shep. I had no idea what he might be looking for, given that my pussy was already filled. He kissed me, rubbing his length against my clit until I squirmed between them.
"Is your clit starving for attention? You had to let Hollis fuck you like an animal, and he didn't even let you come?" he whispered against my lips as he pulled back. Sliding down my body as Shep gave shallow thrusts up into me, I watched him kiss over my collarbone and to my breasts. Drawing a nipple into his mouth, he sucked and worshiped the flesh that I realized did feel neglected. "You're going to give us everything we want, aren't you sweetheart?" he asked when he released it with a pop. His lips skimmed over to the other one as his hand slid between my legs. His fingers wrapped around Shep where he entered me, stroking both of us as Shep moved.
"Yes," I gasped. I knew the words were stupid as soon as they left my mouth, knew there was no way I should have agreed to it. "I'll do anything. Just make me come."
Tate smiled as he wrapped his lips around my other nipple briefly, and then his face slid down between my thighs. I moaned, loving the way his silver hair looked buried between my legs.
But there was nothing sexier, nothing better, than watching him pull Shep free from my pussy and take him into his mouth. Shep groaned beneath me, and I whimpered. Because even though the thought of Tate sucking Shep clean of me was beyond incredible, it left me empty.
I wanted not to be empty.
He let Shep go, gliding him back through my pussy lips as I trembled and guided him back inside me. "Please," I begged, and Tate finally relented. His tongue slid through my lips, working in tandem with Shep's pulses in and out of me to drive me insane. He brought me right to the edge and kept me there like an expert, a professional at tormenting me.
"Tate," I whimpered. He grinned against me, sucking my clit into his mouth as he pressed a finger to my entrance alongside Shep. My eyes widened, and I protested before my orgasm sent me crashing over the edge. His finger slid inside, moving with Shep in a few thrusts as I clenched around them. Hollis knelt by my head, burying a hand in my hair and turning me to his dick. Pressing against my lips, he didn't give me a moment to open for him, taking what he wanted instead.
The taste of him and the taste of me exploded on my tongue, distracting me as Tate added another finger to my pussy. Whimpering around Hollis, I fought the urge to scream. I knew from the way his fingers moved that he was stretching me. It was so similar to the way they prepped my ass, and I didn't understand what they could stretch me for.
Not until he withdrew his fingers, and the head of his cock slid against Shep's shaft to kiss my entrance. My eyes widened, and I tore my mouth away from Hollis to stare at him like he was crazy. "No."
"Yes," he disagreed. "You said you'd do anything if I made you come. This is what I want. To know what it feels like to be pressed inside you with Shep." He didn't give me a chance to utter another protest, applying pressure until my opening had no choice but to relent. My pussy burned with the stretch, but he moved slowly, pressing forward bit by bit in shallow glides until his balls pressed against Shep's. I whimpered, my lip quivering until Hollis turned my head back to him and shoved into my throat.
"That's so fucking sexy," he groaned, using my mouth. Tate's hands stroked my skin, soothing me. And then he pulled back, and Shep slid balls deep. Alternating. I could feel the way the slid against each other inside me, could feel the way they didn't just fuck me, but they fucked each other.
There was something so appealing about the moments where I connected them, served as a conduit to their own expressions of love for one another, but they never forgot about me, never neglected me. As their pace increased, seeming to realize that the discomfort had faded in favor of filling me with nothing but a deep, soul-shattering pleasure, Hollis pulled free from my mouth and jerked himself off until he coated my breast in his release.
The liquid felt too warm on my fevered skin, too hot on my nipple, but it drew a moan from me, regardless. Tate smirked down at me, leaning forward to lick Hollis' cum from my breast and suck my nipple clean.
The sight of it, the thought of him swallowing Hollis, sent me into another orgasm as they moved inside me. So dirty. With all of us involved with one another, it seemed there was nothing that was off limits. Nothing that they wouldn't do. As they got over the hesitance that I might not enjoy the things they did, they got more adventurous. In ways I knew they'd never been able to have with any of the girls they'd shared before me for a lack of trust. I was the first and only one they could truly be their dirty selves with, and I loved every second of it.
"Fuck!" I cried. Tate followed me immediately, making shallow pulses inside me even as he softened, until the force of Shep striving toward his own orgasm forced him out of me. Instead, he leaned forward and took my mouth in a kiss, loving me with the mouth that tasted of Hollis until Shep groaned and flooded me with more heat.
I loved the moments when I could feel them mixing inside me.
It was filthy. Wrong. Beautiful.
The perfect summary of our relationship.
Chapter 32
Mireyah
Jason walked back and forth much like I
imagined a father would pace back and forth when waiting on the birth of their child. Or at the very least that's how my father had been like when my mother had been delivering Varo.
It was one of my only memories of my father's insurmountable and unassailable calm broken.
Jason stopped and eyed us up and down. There were a variety of reactions on his face - pride and disgust, joy and anger. I didn't even want to decipher for who he meant which emotion.
Because I had my own feelings.
I was scared, angry, happy, exhilarated.
But mostly I was determined. Because they would not best me. I would do everything it took to win. Because I had so much more to fight for.
"Three of you this time. Three is the lowest number ever to have reached the Final Challenge in the last fifty years. But it's more quality over quantity. Had there just been one of you left, you would still have had to compete and prove yourself worthy of winning, getting the reward at the end."
Annalee bounced on her feet, and I wanted to smack her in the face and tell her to be still. Seeing Ryder's bunched fist from the edges of my vision, I was pretty sure he felt much the same way.
"Annalee, you're giving me a headache," he said in a gruff voice laced with tension.
Jason sent the two of them a thin smile. "You will have more than just a headache regardless of what the results might be."
He walked over to the edge of the room and threw the door open. He looked down, lost in thought as the noise from outside assaulted our ears. That was where we headed. Where Descendants and Gods alike waited to be entertained by us fighting for our lives.
Fighting for the honor of the chance to be one step closer to joining them.
He nodded and turned back to us, stepping back from the doorway as he did so. "It's time, and you will have to go down on your own. I can't join you, but please do not disappoint me."
Annalee bounded forward and practically ran down the steps. Ryder nodded at Jason as he walked by. I brought up the rear and stared blankly at Jason before walking forward and down the steps more calmly than Annalee had.
The moment the crowd spotted the three of us, the noise levels climbed an almost exponential level. It really wasn't that much of a surprise, really, given that the crowd had nearly tripled since the first challenge - Gods, Descendants of all ages from children to those like Char and the others who were in Ascending age.
But I'd only looked at them for a very short amount of time, because I could not be distracted by that because all my attention was captured by the change to the arena. Unlike the first challenge, it was empty but for a large dome that shimmered in the mid-morning sunlight.
When we reached arena level, I saw that it was made of a thick, opaque white glass. I wondered what must be inside, only knowing that whatever it was, it would likely decide my fate.
The Sutre God, Rehan, walked forward and stepped towards us "Welcome." He turned around and addressed the crowd, "Welcome to the Final Challenge. Today marks the end of another round of the competition. And at the end of this day, one of these humans may yet find themselves worthy of becoming a Sylfe." He turned back to us. "Competitors, we hope you have readied yourself - mind, body and soul - for today you meet with the Core Gods. An honor that is bestowed upon only a few, God, Descendant and human alike."
The noise from the crowd took on an edge as the words swam through my head - Core Gods?
We were meeting the Core Gods?
I wondered then if they had known that we would and hadn't told me or, at least, hadn't been able to. That was something I was going to have to live with.
I turned my gaze towards the crowd, searching, until it came upon the shock of white. There weren't many Vide in the Academy and they stood out. That and the fact that no one dared sit too close to Char for fear of crowding him and causing his displeasure.
I met his gaze and even more than a hundred feet away; I could feel the sadness in him and the regret.
They had known, and they knew they didn't have the right to tell me.
I shot him a smile I hoped he could see. I forgave them, and I hoped they knew that.
His face softened for a moment before Tate came into view, and by the way Char's lips moved, being chastised thoroughly for doing so.
In Tate's eyes I saw the words he'd told me. What they had told me without words the night before.
That I wasn't allowed to die.
It was a promise I was determined to keep.
For them. For my family. For my elf.
The Sutre threw his hands up and there was a slight rumbling motion and a bite to the air, a slight whoosh and the five judges arrived. They walked forward until they formed a line with Rehan. And the crowd quieted.
The silence roared in my ears, enveloped me until all I could hear was the beating of my heart inside my chest.
The wind whooshed, making the hair I'd tied back whip in the air, tiny wisps beating against my face and obstructing my view.
The Leven God stepped forward, beatific calm on her face and spoke in that voice, barely louder than a whisper. Somehow, though, I knew that the sound wrapped around us all, heard in every corner of the arena. “At the end of this day, one of you will rise above the others. At the end of it, we sincerely hope that you will live with the loss of your frail humanity."
My heart thudded louder in my chest even as I heard Ryder shuffling his feet beside me. The Leven - Sunniva - stepped back and the five of them held hands. As one, they turned and bowed towards the great white dome.
It glinted, gleamed and blinded even more than the bright midmorning sun. A moment later, three doorways appeared on the side.
One of them entered into a dark so pitch black, one could not see even a hand held to the face.
The door in the middle led to a stark white that could blind the eyes - a white so bright even Char's hair and eyes dulled in comparison.
And finally, the last door looked like it had been covered in glass. Inside it, the most beautiful scene of green and gold, lush abundance.
Beauty that I felt couldn't be trusted.
"Mireyah Bolstad," a disembodied voice announced, causing my knees to lock together and my teeth to chatter. "Choose your path."
Why I had to go first, I did not know, but I stepped forward and contemplated.
I thought first of the dark - it was frightening, the walking into the unknown. One could never tell what one would see there.
Then I thought of the light. I feared being blinded from the starkness. Because, sometimes, even in the light there could be pain. Char was a perfectly good example of that.
Finally, I thought of the tempting beauty that could be seen looking into the final room and knew that would be my last choice. I could never trust beauty when given by a God.
Making my decision amidst the cheers and jeers from the crowd, I stepped towards the dark doorway. I stopped myself from turning, knowing that whatever decision I made would be mine and that everything rested in whatever happened the moment I went in.
I crossed the threshold, and the doorway knitted itself back up behind me, more opaque glass that I could never break. Also, the moment I stepped inside, lights swirled on and revealed an expansive area that was inexplicably bigger than how the dome had appeared from the outside.
I walked forward, careful about where I stepped and not trusting the emptiness. Suddenly, a spotlight shone down on the center of the area, and I saw a crouching figure in the middle. I approached it with caution, after all anything that could suddenly appear was a danger to me.
Weeping. That's what I first heard above the sound of my own footsteps on the hard ground. The heart-breaking weeping of a young child in the throes of despair. Throwing caution to the wind, I rushed forward and laid a hand on the curled-up creature. The light blue eyes peered at me against the dark skin indicative of those from the Desert regions.
I knew she probably wasn't real but when she spoke, the plaintive voice tugged at my heartstrings, "Can
you help me?"
And it was only then that I noticed that the child held a long dagger, longer even than her tiny arm. I crouched down so I could meet her eyes, noting that she trembled beneath my fingers. "I can help you. What's wrong?"
"They've left me. They've all left me." Tears pooled in her eyes making them look like a pool of shiny water.
"Who left you, sweetie? Can I help you look for them?" I ran a hand down her hair, a messy stream down her back.
"My family left me. Because I'm a danger." She bared her arm for me to see and my eyes widened in fear because I could see right through to the bone. I gasped and held out a hand to it, but I didn't touch it. "What happened to you? How can I help?"
"No one can help me. I'm sick and they don't know what. I will kill everyone eventually and because of that, I have to die." She held out the dagger, as though telling me I would have to be the one to kill her.
I shook my head and stepped back. "No, no. You mustn't think that. I'm sure there's a way to help you."
She shook her head and stepped towards me, or I noticed with horror, dragged herself towards me like a snake - her spine like it was made not of bone but of cartilage. And in that motion she made, whatever humanity she possessed seemed to evaporate.
"Please," she begged as she slithered towards me. "Before long, I can no longer be considered human. I tried to kill myself but whatever I am inflicted with, I have to be killed by someone else. A human who wishes to simply end my suffering."
I understood it. In her position, I might have asked the same thing. "What happens if you aren't killed?"
"I make more of me. Until everyone is like me and no one is left. Please. Is it murder if someone asks you to do it?" She whimpered and fell, her dagger sliding towards me and landing by my feet.
"No, it's not," I agreed as I bent down to pick up the weapon. I walked over and looked down at her face - innocence and wisdom in the eyes of someone so young. "I'm sorry," I murmured as I plunged the knife into her heart. It was harder than I thought it would be - harder to pierce through skin, flesh and nick bone.