Fate's Fools Box Set

by Bell, Ophelia

  “Yes. Please make me come.” I clutched at my breasts, pinching my own nipples to try to offset the need between my thighs. He lowered his gaze and spread me open a little more, then darted his tongue out and flicked it swiftly back and forth across the tip of my clit until I moaned at the unbearable need building between my legs.

  He reared back with a rough curse and tore my pants down my legs, wrenching my boots off to finish undressing me. I gasped at the sudden change in his demeanor, but he sent me back to moaning his name when he pushed my legs up and my thighs wide and covered my entire pussy with his mouth.

  The night of his grandmother’s wedding celebration came back in a rush. It was the first time he’d proven how talented he was at pleasing me with his tongue. I’d lost count of the number of times he made me come that night; I only knew he’d have kept going if Rohan hadn’t urged him to stop and rest.

  This time was even more sublime, his licks and sucks even hungrier. It could have been the addition of Llyr’s essence still clinging to me, or simply the prospect of making love, but he took his time, alternating between teasing licks and flicks over my clit and deep thrusts of his fingers into my aching channel.

  He pulled back and gazed down at me, his face hovering only inches from my mound as his fingers thrust in and out. He pushed a third finger into me and I quivered at the additional pressure, then gasped when he curled his fingers and rubbed at a sensitive spot inside me.

  “I loved the way you felt last night, coming apart while I fisted you,” he murmured. “Had you ever done that before?”

  I shook my head, too breathless from pleasure to speak. He added a fourth finger and twisted his wrist, dipping his head to flick his tongue idly over my clit. The seemingly casual contact caused fresh need to flare and my channel tightened around his fingers. He groaned.

  “Sweet Jesus, I’m looking forward to feeling you do that around my dick, but I want to feel you like this again first.”

  With his lips wrapped around my clit once more, I couldn’t see his hand, but the stretching fullness as he added his thumb sent a blast of need through my body rivaling the desire I’d had for Llyr’s immense cock.

  Bodhi was gentler and kept sucking at my clit while he eased his entire hand into my channel, then rotated the barest fraction. That was all it took.

  I yelped and grabbed at his hair, clinging to him as he shifted his fist to move, but I was already coming hard, my core clenching around his hand and my clit pulsing in his mouth.

  He didn’t allow me a second to come down. Before I could catch my breath, he was hovering over me, his elaborately inked shoulders bunching and his eyes wild with need. His thick cockhead grazed my opening, and a second later he shoved in with a snarl.

  “Oh, fuck. Bodhi . . .” I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned into my shoulder, bowing his back as he began to move above me. He pulled out, then thrust back in with a soft curse. When he set a slow, steady tempo, he lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

  “Come for me again, angel. I want to feel you go over with me.”

  “Don’t stop,” I breathed, clutching at the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

  Against my lips, he murmured, “Not a fucking chance.”

  Our kiss lasted an eternity, the sensations of our tongues sliding together merging with the rush of pleasure where we were joined below. The escalating pulses accompanying his plunging cock grew in power until I wasn’t sure I could hold back, but Bodhi’s low moan was enough of a signal that I didn’t need to.

  I let go with a cry muffled by our mouths, and he met me with a matching groan, his hips slamming hard against me one last time and holding as his cock shot deep. The built-up magic of his Nirvana flooded me first with familiar power, but at the tail end came an immense wash of something even brighter. Euphoria blasted through me with the power of a second climax and I fell back, away from our shared kiss, to stare up at Bodhi in astonishment.

  His eyes were wide, irises sparking with strange inner light that held me mesmerized. Neither of the others had displayed such an effect. His lips parted in surprise as he stared down at me.

  “Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Your eyes are different.”

  “Oh?” I asked, barely breathing the question amid my need to catch my breath and my wonder at the flash of what looked like green-tinted fire in his eyes.

  “Brighter, I think,” he said. “Like you have a light inside you that wasn’t there before.”

  I placed a hand on his cheek and brushed my thumb below his eyelid. “You have it too. A light that isn’t fading the way it normally would for a human. And your tattoos—Bodhi, look at your tattoos!”

  22

  Bodhi

  I was almost too enthralled gazing into Deva’s eyes to register her excitement. Movement along the skin of one of my forearms caught my eye, accompanied by a strange heat in my belly and a heavy feeling across my ribcage. My dick pulsed inside her, and I could swear the serpentine shape of the dragon tattooed on my left arm moved.

  I repositioned, rising up onto my knees and spreading my legs wider. I gripped Deva’s hips to keep myself buried inside her and flexed both arms, staring at the inked designs that were extensions of the bigger tapestry covering my entire torso. My right arm sported a swimming koi fish with scales that faded from red to a deep teal where the illusion of water covered it. That one merely glowed with faint inner light, but when I flexed my other arm, the red-scaled dragon coiled around it seemed to tighten.

  It felt like something alive had wound itself around my arm, my skin tingling from the pressure—but more than that, a hunger for more of Deva’s sweet magic dug in somewhere deep inside me.

  I started moving again, holding tighter to her hips, my stiff cock zinging with fresh arousal from the slick, snug heat of her pussy. She let out a sweet little moan, arching her back as I controlled the penetration. Whatever craving had just overtaken me made me want to see her writhe in pleasure, hear her beg for release. I’d make love to her all goddamn night if I could.

  Her eyelids fluttered halfway closed and she stared at me from beneath them. In the silvery winter light filtering in from the storm outside, she looked radiant, her arousal seeming to flare outward like a brilliant, shimmering halo.

  I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision of the strange trick of the light, but it didn’t fade. It only flared brighter, red-gold and glowing, and the quicker I moved, the more it swelled around her. It was fucking beautiful, like a kaleidoscope of magic, and deep down I wanted nothing more than to see how much I could make it swell and brighten as I fucked her.

  Making her feel good was everything. Every cell in my being was focused purely on her pleasure, my dick only the tool to make it happen. I lived and breathed for the sound of her crying my name in ecstasy. I panted from the exertion of fucking her, intent on that task, and a strange cloud of wispy red smoke appeared before me. Not just appeared—it seemed to emanate from me. Then, as if by my own command, it swirled its way to her.

  Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head back with a moan of pleasure as the smoke wound its way to her lips, where she inhaled it deep into her lungs.

  “Oh, yes!” she cried, her muscles clamping around my dick so tightly I let out an involuntary grunt. The nimbus of light that surrounded her brightened and swelled even more.

  “So fucking beautiful, angel.” I slid my hands around her hips, staring down at where we were joined. My cock had her sweet pussy spread wide, her hard little clit exposed and glistening. I wanted to devour her again and again, but right now I just wanted to hear her scream my name while she came on my cock and fed me more of that delicious power that seemed to inundate every cell in my body.

  I grazed my thumb over the tight bud and it pulsed at the touch. When I rubbed, I heard the sweet sound I’d been hoping for.

  “Bodhi, please. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t fucking stop.”

 
; I gave her a sly grin and rubbed harder, keeping my other hand at her hip for leverage as I fucked her. Her legs tightened around me, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts. She raised her hands to her breasts and squeezed them together, pinching and tugging at her hard, brown nipples.

  The sight made my balls tighten and I sped up, gratified when the light that encompassed her body grew more radiant, seeming to envelop me too. Magic, I realized, and abstractly understood that it was her aura I was seeing, though I had no idea how the fuck that was possible.

  But I was done being surprised by the crazy shit that happened around her. I relished this new change, whatever it was. As long as I had her, nothing else mattered.

  “Come on my cock, angel,” I said, the words sounding strange and guttural to my ears. More of the weird red smoke flowed from my mouth, snaking its way to hers. When it reached her and she inhaled, she let out a resonant cry that didn’t sound quite human.

  Deva’s skin shimmered, erupting into iridescent scales as she arched and yelled my name. Her pussy tightened around me as her legs clutched at my waist. I slammed deeper and harder, my own climax pressing at the barrier of my control, but I wouldn’t let go until she did.

  Finally, her aura burgeoned and quaked with blinding light and seemed to burst, her body matching the explosive display with a spasming shudder, hands clamping hard over her breasts and squeezing. She threw her head back, mouth open and gasping as her pussy pulsed around my dick, and all that delicious power that had built up flooded into me.

  Every shred of control I’d held onto evaporated and I let go, my orgasm shooting into her in hot jets as I held onto her hips, keeping her tight against me.

  She went limp in my grip, her legs loosening their hold from my waist. I sat back on my heels, gasping for breath and slipping out of her.

  “Jesus fuck,” I said, lifting my left arm and staring down at my tattoo. “What the hell happened?”

  Deva let out a long sigh, smiling up at me. “I don’t know, but I have no complaints.” She raised herself up on her elbows, her gaze sliding down over my torso to my forearm.

  I flexed my hand, opening and closing it while I watched my tattoo. It continued to move, the dragon’s red scales shimmering as though it had been inked with pure fire.

  “It’s like it’s alive,” I said.

  “It isn’t just that.” Deva sat up and tucked her legs beneath her, then reached out and traced a line across my chest.

  I glanced down and my mouth fell open. The tattoos on my chest and belly were an infinity tree with branches and roots woven together to create a perfect circle, the trunk of the tree forming the center with four quadrants inked to represent the four seasons. The leaves of the spring quadrant glimmered with green light, moving as though fluttering in a breeze. Each of the others moved in similar fashion as if the tree had come alive.

  “Holy shit, my tats are moving.” I clambered backward off the bed, but before I could turn to look in the mirror, Deva gasped and stared down at the covers. Where I’d been kneeling was a blanket of tiny purple flowers sprouting straight out of the sheets.

  I turned to stare into the mirror, dumbfounded by this development. Deva climbed off the bed and stood behind me, tracing the lines that etched my back. “The fish isn’t doing anything. Turn around?”

  Tearing my gaze from the mirror, I rotated to face her. She examined both my arms and my chest.

  “Just the dragon and the tree,” she said, then lifted her gaze to meet my eyes. “Just like the pair of soul fragments I have. Maybe you’re linked to them somehow? You are bloodline, which means you have the blood of the higher races inside you. Maybe you have dragon and ursa blood too.”

  “I thought it was just turul,” I said. I looked down at the scene again, eyeing the fluttering leaves. There was wind in the scene and my skin tingled in that spot, but that movement was the only sign of it. Not that you could see the wind.

  On my back were clouds and the wings of the flying fish soaring from the water. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, but could see no movement in the mirror from that angle.

  “Well, clearly you’ve got dragon and ursa magic,” Deva said, waving her hand at the bed and the sweet-smelling flowers that were scattered across it now. “That smoke was definitely some serious red dragon magic.” She hooked an arm around my waist and slipped beneath my arm, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “And your eyes have fire in them too.”

  “What the hell does this mean? Am I like you? Or what?” I stared down at her, my entire body thrumming with a deep awareness of her contact. The strange heat in my belly made more sense now, at least.

  “I don’t know. Can you do this?” She lifted her hand, and those pretty mother-of-pearl scales appeared just as her fingers elongated and sprouted sharp, shining talons.

  “Fuck, I don’t know.” I lifted my hand and stared at it, but nothing happened.

  She turned to face me, wide-eyed with excitement. “You might be more like my dad. He can’t shift, but he can do almost everything else the higher races can do. There are a few others who are like him too. You breathed smoke and you created flowers from the fertile magic you absorbed. Was there anything else you noticed?”

  I shook my head, then stopped. “I think I can see your aura. It was like this beautiful bright cloud around you that grew whenever I touched you.”

  “Yes! We should experiment some more.”

  “Experiment?” I asked, my lips quirking into a smile at her enthusiasm. This was the Deva I’d fallen for, giddy over the process of learning something new and sharing her knowledge with me.

  She grabbed my hand and tugged me back toward the bed. When I turned to follow, the four hounds were staring at us, their tails wagging and tongues lolling just as happily.

  “You know, test your stamina and see whether it’s closer to a dragon’s or an ursa’s. You’re definitely more potent now than you were last night. Oh!” She turned back to me and dropped her gaze. “I wonder if you taste different now. I think we should start there.”

  She pushed me down onto the end of the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. I was too dazed to argue when she took me in her mouth, but my dick responded instantly, proving that I must have acquired some super-human qualities to be able to keep up with a woman like her.

  I stared down at her in awe as her aura flared again, signaling how aroused the act of sucking me off made her. She moaned softly as she took me deep into her throat, and I couldn’t help but push to meet her descending lips, reaching out to cling to her head. It was all I could do not to haul her up onto my lap and have her ride me. She wanted a taste, and I wanted to give it to her.

  It didn’t take long after her crazy dragon tongue came out. Of all the things to be freaked out about since meeting her, oddly that wasn’t one of them. It was fascinating, sure, but goddamn the pleasure she gave me with it overrode any weirdness.

  I dropped my hands and gripped the edge of the bed, panting and groaning, struggling not to buck my hips too violently as she worked my cock. Within moments I cried out and reflexively grabbed her shoulder. My hips jacked into her grip and she swallowed my entire length, the hot pressure of her tongue on the underside milking my climax. Jesus fuck, I could feel her twin forked tips tickling my balls while I came, the sensation blowing my mind.

  She slipped her lips slowly off me, her eyes bright and her mouth glossy. “You taste a little like them both, but . . . better, if that’s possible. Different. I like it.” She smiled at me and my dick throbbed.

  I stared down between my legs. I’d just fucking come and I was still hard as a rock. “Jesus, what is this? Some kind of magical Viagra?”

  “I don’t know what that is, but I do know a piece of your soul is inside me now, merged with the two others. Your blood must be filled with their magic through that link. Dragons have a reputation for marathon sex, especially Reds, and if I had to guess what color dragon you have in you, it’s definitely Red.”

 
“All I know is I want you even more now than I did two minutes ago,” I said, grabbing her by the arms and hauling her up.

  With a husky laugh, she straddled my hips and sank down onto my stiff cock, the sensation just as delicious as it had been the first time I buried myself in her. I cupped both sides of her head and stared into her eyes. They were glazed with pleasure as she began to rock her hips atop me, and her lips parted on a moan.

  “Oh, Sweet Mother, I didn’t know you would feel so good. I never want this to stop.”

  “Then we won’t,” I growled. “Not until we’re fucking spent. Kiss me, angel, and don’t stop fucking me.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, delving into my mouth with her tongue as she continued to pump her glorious pussy on my dick. With my eyes closed, I could sense the power thrumming within me in two distinct, yet synchronized waves. I didn’t know what the hell it meant, but it had everything to do with my love for her, and so I intended to embrace it.

  Beneath it, I could have sworn I heard the sound of a breeze rustling through the leaves, but that must have come from somewhere outside the cabin. In here it was just me and Deva, sharing our souls the way we were meant to all along.

  23

  Rohan

  My plan had been to nap through the afternoon, then fly up the mountain to Deva once it got dark to make sure she and Bodhi made it to the cabin okay. But after Ozzie had stormed off with Llyr on his tail, their combined agitation made it impossible to sleep. Ozzie had returned after a couple hours, his worry so palpable it made my gut clench.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, standing up immediately and nearly cracking my head on the cabinet behind where I’d been sitting.