Selena's Men

by Elle Boon

  “I think she killed me.” Max pulled his softening cock from Selena’s lips.

  “Mmm…definitely better than chocolate,” she mumbled.

  “Please don’t share his taste with me love. Ow! What did I say, damn it?” Malcolm rubbed his head. “You’re gonna mess with my brain if you keep hitting me.”

  Max rolled his eyes and stepped out of the tub. He reached back inside, lifting Selena off his brother’s lap, and carried her into the tropical style shower with the four amazing waterfall heads. He set the temperature to cool and quickly washed himself, watching Selena through half-closed lids with her head thrown back, letting the water flow over her face. Max saw her open her mouth and fill it with water, and then she spewed it out like a geyser. He laughed at her antics.

  “Why do you guys have all this?” she waved her arm. “You could have cleansed us with a thought. Come to think of it, I could’ve, too.”

  She amazed him with her quick acceptance of all the revelations she had been shown. “Yes we could, but there is just something about water washing away all the grime of the day.”

  “Oh sure, and it has nothing to do with a naked Selena,” Malcolm said, stepping into the shower behind Selena.

  Max marveled at the drops of water that clung to her long eyelashes, and the way her eyes flashed from a stormy gray to a liquid silver. He poured some soap into his hands and tossed the bottle to Malcolm. They both soaped up their hands, while each took their time washing their side of Selena’s body.

  Max gave her a little push, turning her to face Malcolm, presenting her back to him. He uncapped the shampoo and began lathering her hair. Soap trailed down her back and over her softly rounded behind. Stepping forward, he rubbed his hardening cock up the crack. He massaged the muscles in her shoulders and down her back, pressing on her spine in small circles.

  Looking over her head, he met the hungry look of Malcolm, and they both nodded. Max stepped under the spray and Malcolm pulled Selena closer to him, helping her rinse her hair, paying special attention to the bubbles trailing down her front. Max could tell from the tiny puffs of air, she enjoyed Malcolm’s ministrations. Rinsing himself quickly, Max opened the door, leaving Selena and Malcolm alone, only to return with a big fluffy towel. He pulled Selena away from a kneeling Malcolm, who gave him a petulant look.

  “What?” Max asked him.

  “I was enjoying my treat.” Malcolm’s tongue swiped over his lower lip.

  Selena giggled.

  “Ow! Dammit, Malcolm, what the hell was that for?” Max asked.

  “Doesn’t feel too good, now does it? Now will you quit slapping me in the back of the…Ouch! Max, you’re a first-class jackhole.”

  “Thank goodness I’m the brains of the family then, huh?”

  “You two stop it. And Max, stop hitting your brother.” Selena laughed.

  Max tugged on her hand. She stumbled, but Malcolm swooped in and picked her up fireman style as he draped her over his shoulder, with a smug look, he passed Max in the process.

  Max heard a little tap and squeal. Linking with the two of them, he saw Malcolm slap Selena’s ass a moment before she retaliated and smacked his brother’s left butt cheek. They both rubbed the little sting with the flats of their hands. Max shook his head at their antics, realizing in that moment there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell they’d ever be able to truly punish her that way.

  Reaching around the giggling pair, he flicked the comforter out of the way and lay in the middle of the big bed. “Give her here, Mal.”

  Selena lay over Max and rubbed her belly over his already engorged flesh. She leaned forward. Her hair formed a curtain, shielding them in their own little cocoon.

  “I’ve read books.” She bit her lip.

  “Of course you can have anything you want, baby,” Max met Malcolm’s frown with one of his own.

  “No…I mean both of you. Gah!”

  Max’s head nearly spun in a circle at the image she projected into their minds. Damn, how the hell did they get so lucky with their Fated?

  “Selena, you have no reason to be embarrassed to voice your wants. Your wants are our wants. As long as it doesn’t endanger your life, we will move mountains to give you anything you desire.”

  “Less talking and more doing then,” Selena said a bit impishly.

  “Have you ever tried the reverse cowboy, Lena?” Max asked.

  Instead of telling her, Max showed her shocking images that detailed how they wanted her. He felt more of her juices coating his lower belly where she lay.

  “I think she likes that idea, Mal.”

  They took the time to ease her rear passage for their penetration, working a generous amount of lube inside before either man made any move to enter her.

  “Scoot down to the edge Max, and I’ll help Selena,” Malcolm said.

  Max held Selena tight and maneuvered them to the end of the bed. He nearly choked on his tongue when Selena grabbed the base of his dick and placed the tip to her opening. She sank down on him, sliding her over his cock. The tight ring of muscle gave way slowly as he and Malcolm both steadied her downward descent. They were all shaking by the time she was fully seated. Malcolm waited until she’d taken Max all the way inside before he helped straighten her legs and drape them over Max’s thighs.

  Reaching out, Max slowly lowered her until her back was flush against his chest, and then tipped her chin up to capture her lips. Malcolm stepped between their spread thighs and Max felt cool liquid drip onto his balls that had nothing to do with Selena’s juices.

  Both men were well-endowed and shared a fear of causing her pain. To help ease his entrance, Malcolm poured more slick gel between their bodies. It would’ve been comical the way he avoided touching Max’s dick if Selena hadn’t whimpered.

  “Are you sure, Lena? We don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes we do. I want it so much I think I might come just from the idea,” Selena all but shouted.

  “By all means, baby, go ahead and come,” Max offered.

  “Oh yeah, you should see the way her pussy is fluttering down here,” Malcolm said in awe.

  “Fuck looking, man, you should feel it.”

  “Are you ready for more, Selena girl?” Malcolm asked.

  Max captured her mouth again, distracting her with little tugs to her nipples. He felt Malcolm as he pressed forward, entering her overly tight sheath. Max felt more liquid pulsing inside, coating Selena to ease Malcolm’s entry. Max held completely still as Malcolm tunneled inside. She allowed both of them inside her body, accepting their double penetration. Making their possession complete as they both filled her to capacity.

  “Oh yes, I’m gonna come. Oh. Oh.” Her voice grew in volume.

  Her orgasm bathed them both and in complete accord, Max trapped her hardened nipples between thumb and fingers, rolling them back and forth, and then massaging them with his palms to soothe the ache. Malcolm pulled out to the head of his cock and surged forward. They wanted her to have a vaginal orgasm. It took a lot of patience and skill, but neither man had a problem getting a woman to come that way.

  Selena swiveled her hips and Max nearly lost it. She didn’t let him gather his control. She squeezed her inner muscles, urging Malcolm and Max into a faster pace.

  Malcolm raised her legs and rested them on his shoulders. He ran his hands down her legs preparing to touch her clit. Max knew if he so much as touched her there, she’d go off like a rocket. He communicated his thoughts with Malcolm, blocking Selena from hearing them. She didn’t seem to notice as every muscle in her body contracted around them.

  Malcolm set up a rhythm of pulling out, and when he pushed in, Max retreated. They surged forward and out in sync with each other, driving her closer to an orgasm to rival all others.

  She gasped and tossed her head on Max’s shoulder searching for his lips, and he was quick to oblige her. Malcolm yanked her hair, jerking her head back.

  Her eyes opened wide and she cried out. He nearly l
et go, thinking he had gone too far.

  “Oh my, don’t stop.”

  He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged even harder. She laughed, a tinkling sound that had his balls drawing up preparing to release.

  She writhed on their dicks, urging them into a faster pace. Max met her look with a fierce gaze and turned her face toward Malcolm so she could see the intense concentration he reflected. Max never broke from the steady pace they set, keeping her suspended between their larger frames.

  “Try to push us out, baby. Yes, just like that, bear down on our cocks,” Malcolm panted.

  They thrust in and out, slowly increasing in speed as her entire body writhed involuntarily, driving them all closer to the peak. Max saw her body begin to glow, encompassing the three of them in a golden bubble.

  “Yes. Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck me,” Selena chanted.

  Max completely agreed with Selena. He loved her so much. Light exploded behind his closed lids and he felt his release bubble up. He felt Malcolm twitch as their cocks rubbed back and forth, increasing her pleasure. His cock hurt so badly from holding off his release, Max feared he may not be able to finish. When his orgasm finally slammed into him, he forgot all about a slow pace and picked up speed. He jarred her body with his thrust, holding her hips so hard he knew she’d have bruises come daylight. It just wasn’t in him to give a shit.

  She worked so hard to force them into going over the edge.

  Release caught them all by surprise, and they couldn’t stave it off any longer when Max felt an imaginary touch pressing against his prostate. His seed erupted from him like a tsunami. It crashed as he spurted wave after wave into her flexing pussy. They all gasped, still filling her with their pleasure. Selena shared the overwhelming feeling through their link.

  Max could only come and come and come, and from the feel of it, Malcolm did too. He felt their combined juices flowing down between their bodies. Long after they were all spent, her muscles continued to clamp down on the bases of their cocks.

  They all seemed to groan in ecstasy, or possibly agony, when the contractions finally stopped. Malcolm was the first to pull out, followed by Max. He picked Selena up, and walked around to the side of the bed, laying her gently in the middle.

  “I think she passed out, dude,” Malcolm said with his hands on his hips.

  With a thought, Max cleaned himself and Selena while Malcolm did the same to himself and the bed. They were too tired to wash up the human way.

  Max climbed in on her left side and kissed her parted lips. She didn’t even stir.

  Malcolm followed suit and snuggled up on her other side. He nuzzled her neck and threw his leg over hers. Max tossed his arm over her chest and closed his eyes.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Zeus waited for what seemed an eternity before looking in on his daughter. The last time he looked into the bowl, he’d gotten a picture that was sure to cause him nightmares for years, possibly thousands of decades. He knew when Hera opened her eyes and saw when she noticed him by the porcelain dish, what he planned.

  “Darling, do you want me to look first?”

  “Do you think they are still going at it? I mean for fuck’s sake. What the hell do they think this is, a marathon or something?”

  “They are newly mated and they have been separated for weeks. What would you do in their same position?”

  “I do not want to compare what I do with you and what they might do with her. If I do, I might have to kill them.”

  Laughing, his wife climbed from their bed and rested her head on his shoulder. He loved that they were so evenly matched in size, with her just a few inches shorter and much curvier. He didn’t like the idea of his tiny daughter and the two overly large men sharing her.

  “She is not that tiny in comparison to them, Zeus.”

  “Ha. Okay. Here it goes.” Zeus looked into the clear liquid and zeroed in on his daughter lying between her two men. He couldn’t help but think she looked right at home.

  Fates really had a funny sense of humor, that was for sure. He waved his hand and a looking bowl very similar to the one he had stood in the center of their room. He wanted his baby girl to be able to contact him anytime she needed. She could also do it with only a thought, but until she got control of all her powers, that would be the easiest and least invasive way.

  “You really are a softy at heart.”

  “What the hell is a Stay Puft Marshmallow, anyways?”

  “You caught that, did you?”

  Hera loved her husband, but sometimes the man was just too arrogant for his own good. Their daughter was definitely the burst of fresh air and energy they needed. Poor Zeus had no clue what went through their girl’s mind, which frustrated him to no end. Bless his heart. You have to love the man for all his faults. He is a great man.

  “Do you think she wants to have a big wedding and all the trimmings the humans so favor?” Zeus asked.

  Hera watched him shudder and, turning her back, she hid her mirth behind a slight cough. If their baby wanted a big white wedding with a horse drawn carriage, she knew Zeus would make it happen.

  “Oh honey, you will look so fabulous in one of those tux things with the bowtie and coat with tails.”

  “Bullshit. I won’t do it. She will have to have a toga themed wedding, or maybe a nice Greek wedding with the Grecian style of dress. Yes, I can do that.”

  “What the hell is the difference between the two?” Hera asked with one hand on her naked hip and the other on the post at the head of the massive bed they shared.

  She saw his eyes flare and follow her movements like a lion stalking its prey. She loved it when he went all animal like on her.

  “You’re trying to distract me with your dirty thoughts and your sexy body. But I’m telling you right now, I will not, and I repeat, will not dress up like a monkey in a suit.”

  Hera released the pole and trailed her hand down her neck, continuing between her breasts, and stopped right above her mound. She extended her middle finger and dipped between her lips, rubbing around her clitoris in small circles. She closed her eyes in bliss, dipping her finger down lower to her vagina and pushing the tip inside.

  Zeus jerked her hand out of the way and captured her finger between his lips, sucking her cream inside his mouth.

  Heh, I win!

  Cronus tossed another idiot out of his path, watching as the body slithered down the black walls and landed in a heap of bones and blood.

  “You can’t keep doing that to my beings, Crone.” Hades shook his head.

  “Don’t fuck with me, boy. I have my powers back,” Cronus snarled.

  “You’re not at full strength as you may think, boyo. And don’t think to come into my house and rule me.”

  Cronus took an involuntary step back before he noticed his mistake. Show the devil you’re scared and you will suffer for all eternity. For beings like them that was indeed a long, very long time.

  “I meant no disrespect. I appreciate you allowing me to come here.” The words tasted like acid, but sometimes he had to do things he’d never do, unless in extreme situations.

  “You don’t eat crow well, my friend.”

  Cronus blinked as Hades snapped his fingers, astonished to find himself back inside his compound. Hades was obviously a lot stronger than he’d given him credit for. Cronus made a mental note to send someone into Hades’s realm. Knowing your enemy inside and out could mean the difference between winning and losing. And Cronus did not like to lose. The Ravens may have won the battle, but he would win the war. The smell of sulfur was thick, and that was when he realized he wasn’t on Earth, but back in hell.

  Closing his eyes, he found what he was looking for in the form of a betrayer with red hair and snapping green eyes. He’d heard her companions call her Jaklyn and vowed to find the bitch and make her pay for helping Selena escape him. He’d gotten out of worse places; he could do it again.

  Jaklyn looked around at the empty home and wished she would’ve thou
ght to grab the goddess when she’d transported back to the lair of the dead one. That was what they called Cronus. When she looked into his soul, there was only death and suffering for everyone around him.

  Cronus had a black inner core that scared the holy living hell out of all his followers, but not Jaklyn. She’d seen the worst of men and women and survived. Her aunt and grandma had taught her how to see inside things and learn the weaknesses of people to use against them. Those lessons were passed down from generation to generation.

  She and her band of warriors all had special abilities. They’d formed a group when they were little more than children, protecting their families from the demons who preyed upon them.

  She had no clue they would enter into a world far beyond what she’d ever known.

  “Okay. So now we have met a goddess and her protectors. Now what?” Link Adams, her best friend, asked.

  “Now we prepare. Because this fight just went to the next level,” Jaklyn said.

  “Yes!” Link pumped his fist and bumped knuckles with his cousin. “We so totally rule Halo, man.”

  “You two are such dorks.” Jaklyn laughed.

  “But you wuv us anyways, right?” Abe Adams said.

  “Let’s get out of here, guys.” Jaklyn turned and headed out the door.

  “Do we gotta? I mean, dude, check out the digs for real,” Abe whined.

  Jaklyn spun on her heels to look at the two goofballs she considered her older, much less mature brothers. “Do you hear yourselves? Do you really want to be caught here by those two overgrown men, or, how about their way larger friends, hmm?” Jaklyn asked.

  “I think their way larger friends would be quite okay with you being here, considering one of the two overgrown men zapped you here.”

  Jaklyn spun back around and nearly toppled over at the too quick motion. The speaker stepped from the shadows and steadied her with an arm around her waist, bringing her into intimate contact with his harder than hard body. She tilted her head back and looked up into green eyes set in a face that could surely grace magazine covers.