Lance bracketed his friend with his body for several seconds, dropping the occasional lazy kiss on Kiernan's back. Kiernan tolerated the caresses for a little while, but then he shifted forward to move out from under his larger partner.
"My turn." He winked at me before turning to Lance. "You're ready, big boy?"
Lance's cock had never gone soft. He stroked it a few times. "Fuck, Hennessy. I'm so turned on, I could go all night."
His voice sounded hoarse and out of breath, and his eyes looked like he was drugged. "Did you whammy me?"
I asked myself the same question. Maybe I was hallucinating Julian's finger stroking my clit as my mind swam on waves of incubus pheromones. He was getting me close, so close. And then he stopped, and I cursed under my breath.
Kiernan looked a little uncomfortable as he answered Lance. "You know I can't control it."
"I'm not complaining. How do you want me?"
Kiernan tilted his head. "Since it's your first time, how about you ride me?"
Lance's eyes lit up. He threw Kiernan on his back and straddled him. Kiernan laughed and warded him off with both hands. "Slow your horses, Varga. What the hell? You're not prepared. I'm not going in dry, for fuck’s sake."
He helped Lance lie on his back. "How about we give Amber a show? She didn't get to see how I opened myself up earlier."
Oh, how I wanted to watch. Cold lips pressed against my nipple, and sharp teeth scraped over the sensitive skin. A finger played with my pussy, sliding in and out of my wetness. And boy, was I wet.
Lance pulled his knees up, exposing his hole to me. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but Kiernan stroked his flanks, calming him down.
While I watched them, Julian continued his invisible ministrations. He’d figured out how to play with my nipples without making me come. I tried to hold still while my body shook with minute tremors. If I told Kiernan and Lance that our dead friend Julian was playing my body like a violin, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again, they would have freaked out. So I kept my mouth shut and allowed them to think my excitement was all because of them.
Kiernan lay in front of Lance, coating his fingers with more oil. He slipped his index finger into Lance’s ass. Lance's knees dropped a little wider, and his face scrunched up as if he were in pain. But when Kiernan asked, "Do you want me to stop?" Lance shook his head violently.
"Don't you dare," he gasped. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, and his cock jumped.
Kiernan chuckled. "And that's your prostate, big boy."
He slipped in a second finger. Lance yelped, but before he could complain, Kiernan had swallowed his cock all the way down his throat. Lance's eyes crossed. "Uuuuunnngh."
Kiernan came back up for air. "No gag reflex. Must be a demon thing."
Lance was at the begging stage. "Please, Kiernan. I can't stand it any longer. Please fuck me. Please."
"Yeah, come on. Let's get you on my cock." Quickly, they switched position. Kiernan laid back, and Lance lowered himself with his back to Kiernan. I saw everything. Julian had stopped torturing me for a moment. He whispered, "Look at that. They're so fucking sexy together, aren't they?"
Then he twirled my clit again while I hung on to my sanity. Never taking my eyes off the boys, I murmured, "If I come, the ritual won't work."
"Don't worry, princess. You won't. I can feel when you're getting close. It's like a super power."
If I'd had any doubt, this was Julian, this was a moment I knew for sure it was him.
"Even as a ghost, you're an ass," I grumbled.
A tongue licked my ear while he laughed so quietly, only I could hear him. Something moved next to me. Slug had woken up and stared at a point next to my head. "He can see you."
Julian sighed. "Yes, but he doesn't respond when I talk to him anymore."
A loud groan drew our attention back to what was happening right in front of us. Lance had lowered himself onto Kiernan's cock. I stared at the space between Lance's and Kiernan's lower bodies. Slowly, Lance's hole swallowed up all of Kiernan's massive cock. By the time Lance's ass was resting on Kiernan's pelvis, Lance's body was shaking. Droplets were running down his cock where the tip was weeping copiously.
Lance lifted himself up until Kiernan's cock was nearly free, then he slowly slid back down again. It didn't take long. Kiernan's moans got louder, and he raised his hips, slamming his cock into Lance's body. Lance writhed and sobbed on top of Kiernan, so close to coming I could smell it in the air.
Kiernan reached around and squeezed Lance's balls so hard, the man yelped. But it staved off his orgasm while Kiernan threw his head back and came and came. When Lance fell off him, he looked debauched and tense, deprived of his own orgasm.
Once they both got their breath back, Lance punched Kiernan on the shoulder. “Damn, Hennessy. I thought you’d go easy. I won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”
Kiernan rubbed his arm. “Didn’t hear you complain when I pumped your ass. You’re just sour because you didn’t get to come.”
They grinned at each other, and then turned to me.
“Your turn, baby.” Lance looked ready to pounce on me.
I smiled nervously. “Guys, slow down. There’s something you need to know.”
28
Amber
I stared at my two men, not sure how to tell them that Julian was back and that he had his finger in my backside. The bastard wiggled it to make a point, and a shocked gasp escaped me.
Kiernan’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Are you in pain or something? Is it your period?”
I rolled my eyes. “Kudos for thinking that, and also, you’re an ass for bringing it up.”
His confused expression as he glanced at Lance was priceless. I knew I wasn’t being fair to him. Cold lips closed around my clit and sucked. I moaned loudly and completely lost my train of thought. When I opened my eyes again, Lance and Kiernan looked even more confused.
“It’s the spell, isn’t it?” Lance asked.
“A good guess,” I responded, biting my lip as Julian’s cold tongue tingled across my lady bits. Now or never.
“Julian is a ghost now, and he’s licking my pussy, and he’s been torturing me the whole time,” I said as quickly as I could. Julian stopped sticking his tongue inside of me and moved away.
Lance’s face looked like thunder. “Have you gone completely insane now? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Lance—“
“No,” Lance interrupted Kiernan. “I don’t know what she’s playing at, but maybe she needs to see a professional.”
“Lance,” Kiernan said again, more urgently this time.
Lance whirled around and shouted, “What?”
Kiernan was on his hands and knees, his cock bouncing, and his cheeks flaming. His hips showed finger indents that moved with Kiernan’s body. Lance crawled around him to look, and his face went so pale I thought he’d faint.
Kiernan moaned. “He’s fucking me, Varga. It’s Julian. Oh my God, his cock is so cold, I can feel him all the way inside. Please, Lance. He’ll make me come. I can’t…. Help me.”
Lance reached around him just as Kiernan had done to him. He squeezed the top of Kiernan’s cock while Julian fucked Kiernan faster and faster. Then it was over. Kiernan squeezed his eyes shut as he collapsed onto his belly.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked. But you were right there, and I knew if I were alive, you wouldn’t have minded.” The whisper floated around the room. It was so quiet we had to strain our ears to hear it.
Kiernan turned his head. “It’s okay, Julian. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”
Lance hesitated, running his finger through his hair. “Are you here for the ritual? Will you be around afterward?”
Again the soft whisper. “I don’t know. I’ve been here for days, though only Macha could see me. But he’s gone.”
So it wasn’t just my imagination. Macha’s human consciousness had been consumed by his cat. Swallowing hard, I fo
ught for control. There was nothing we could do for Macha now. But the ritual was important, and we had to finish it before the tealights burned down. “With you here, we might have a better chance to support each other’s power. Will you stay, Julian?”
“I’ll stay. What do I have to do?”
Well, this was awkward. “You’ll have to do Lance, and then both have to do you, and then all three of you have to do me.”
A ghostly laugh made me cringe. “Is that what we call it now? Doing each other?”
I’d forgotten how annoying Julian could be. Even death hadn’t changed that, it seemed.
Lance picked up my notes. “Okay. We’ve done reverse cowboy and doggy-style. Apparently, we still need to do missionary and,” he stared at the paper, “what’s that?”
A grin grew on his face. “Hey, check this out.”
“What?” But I knew what he was looking at. I was the one who’d drawn the positions, after all.
Kiernan stared at the image, tilted his head, and smiled. “Nice. Not sure how Julian fits in, but we’ll make it work.”
“Let’s do this.” Lance stretched on the bed. “Kiernan, how about you stroke the cat while Julian ‘does’ me?”
“Oh, fuck off,” I grumbled.
Kiernan lay on the other side of me and caught Slug who was about to jump off the bed. “Come here, cat. It’s boring for you, I know. But if Amber is right, you need to be brought into the circle.”
He held Slug securely in his arm and stroked his fur. Slug closed his eyes and purred loudly. Then Kiernan and I settled down to watch The Julian Show.
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Julian
* * *
Watching Kiernan and Lance fuck each other? I never knew it would turn me on so much. I'd listened to them discuss the ritual.
"It'll never work." No matter how often I said it, they couldn’t hear me. Slug opened one eye, annoyed at the noise I was making, but then closed it again and went back to sleep.
It was so fucking unfair. My best friends were going at it while Amber lay under the cover, watching them with lust-filled eyes. Their pheromones were permeating the room, and my ghost dick was so hard, it hurt. I tried to leave the room, but my irritation had already made me more solid. I bounced off the wall and pinged off the light fixture.
The anger welled up inside of me like burning oil. Black and thick, it choked me until I could barely think straight. Reaching for my shaft, I was relieved to feel the touch. But I didn't want to jerk off. I wanted to be part of the ritual. Forcing myself to ride the edge between fury and reason, I sank down until I reached Amber. Her gorgeous breasts were just visible under the cover.
When I reached out to cop a feel, she gasped. I was so shocked, I pulled back. Could she actually feel me? When I'd passed the perimeter of the pentacle, I hadn't felt a thing. But now I was so close to Kiernan and Lance, I could smell their excitement. Something felt different, as if I was more substantial without the cloying bitterness of my anger.
I tried again, this time twirling Amber's nipple, pinching and rubbing it. She groaned and pushed her chest into my hand. When I focused on the bond tying me to her, there were reds and purples that I hadn't seen before. The more turned on she was, the more they pulsated.
This was fun. My irritation had completely dissipated, but she could still feel me. Running my hands down her flanks, I marveled at how her flesh indented under my invisible fingers. The reds in our bond flared as Amber's moans grew louder. Were the colors connected to her arousal? I massaged her legs and feet until the color faded. Then I floated to between her legs, pushed them aside, and dove in.
As I lapped her sweet nectar, the red intensified. She smelled divine and tasted even better. Her pussy was like a furnace against my cold tongue, and I twirled the tip around her opening. She groaned louder and stretched like a cat under my caresses. I remembered just in time that she couldn't come until the guys filled her.
Our bond flared with such intensity, I knew she was seconds from blowing. I pulled back and blew cold air against her overheated folds. She whined, reaching for her climax. I couldn't let her do that. It would negate the whole reason why they were doing the ritual in the first place. Reaching deep inside of me, I located our bond and willed myself into it. It worked. Within seconds, the flush had disappeared from her chest, and she was breathing calmer.
When the bond was back to normal, I licked her clit. First softly, then as she breathed faster, I circled while tapping on her nerve center with my fingertip. She was so wet, I’d have been drenched, had I still been human. This time, I knew what to look for. While Lance was drilling Kiernan—and boy, did I enjoy that view—Amber gasped for relief, grinding against my tongue. When the color was about to go super-nova, I stopped, and it dimmed again.
Amber whispered, "You bastard."
Soon the guys were done with each other. And I was getting a little desperate myself. It was one thing, teasing Amber to the point of orgasm and back, but it didn't help me, either. I'd been rubbing my cock against the soft bedding, but if I wanted to be part of the ritual, I wasn't allowed to come yet.
Unless... the guys were allowed to blow their wad inside their partners. I hadn't been born magic, but I'd lived in their world long enough to know there were no hangups about who fucked who. In fact, poly-relationships were encouraged. And even before I got hit by the Super-CEMP, and my world had fallen apart, I'd experimented with girls and the occasional guy. I'd never fucked one, but hey, if the ritual required it, I'd sacrifice myself.
Snickering at my own lame joke—because I really, really wanted to get inside of Kiernan—I floated to where he was kneeling, watching Lance and Amber bicker. I admired Kiernan’s wide shoulders, the solid back narrowing to the tightest ass I'd ever seen. His legs were columns of solid muscle, supporting his athletic body. Placing my hand against his back, I pushed him. He hadn't expected the shove and fell forward onto his hands. My gaze drifted to what was right in front of me.
My ghost cock was hard and I knew fucking him would make it more likely the ritual would succeed. Memories of how Kiernan had confided how much he'd wanted me came flooding back. Lining myself up, I grabbed hold of Kiernan's hips, and sank my shaft into my best friend's body. He struggled in surprise, not expecting this. I leaned over him and whispered, "Calm down. It's me. Julian."
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Julian
Kiernan stiffened, clenching up so tightly, I was worried he might do some damage to my ghost cock. But he was still loose from what Lance had done earlier. I pushed harder, his ring muscle relaxed, and I slipped fully into his tight body like a hot knife through butter.
The pressure was incredible, sliding from my cockhead to the root. His bond flared as bright as Amber's had, and I stilled, not wanting to make him come. He breathed deeply, calming himself. His body scent wrapped itself around me, and my arousal exploded. Was that his incubus power? The thought barely registered as my body took over. I grabbed his hips and slammed into him, faster and faster. I felt our bond heat up, but I couldn't stop, not even when I knew he was hurtling towards his own orgasm.
If it hadn't been for Lance, the ritual would have been ruined. He grabbed Kiernan's cock and staved off his orgasm, while I silently screamed out my ecstasy as I exploded inside Kiernan's body. When it was over, I floated away, listening to my friends discuss what my presence meant.
I was still hard, and so were the guys. Amber grabbed each of their cocks and gave them a good stroke. "You know, after tonight, maybe we should do that ritual again sometime? You never got soft. That's impressive."
"We're not done yet. Julian needs to fuck me first." Lance stretched out next to me. He took Amber's hand. "I'm a little nervous."
"Are you sore?" Amber asked.
Lance reached down and felt between his legs. "Funny enough, not really. Do you think that's also the ritual?"
"Well, if we had four guys and me, you'd have to take it three times. That's a lot of penetration. I think the ritual makes i
t easier on the participants. Maybe that's why there's healing herbs included in the instructions."
"That makes sense." Lance grimaced, still feeling around. "My hole feels all wet and weird. Like a loose rubberband."
Kiernan laughed. "That's normal. It'll tighten back up within a few hours."
Amber grabbed Slug who was about to jump off the bed again. "No, you stay here. You're part of the team."
Slug struggled, but soon surrendered to Amber's fingers running through his fur. He closed his eyes and relaxed. I stared at the animal, wondering if there was anything of Macha left. Maybe within the area of the magical pentagram, I might have more luck communicating with cat boy. Reaching out gently, I allowed my mind to wander, ignoring the familiar bonds with Amber and the guys.
Slug grumbled, as if he could feel me probe. But there was nothing. Only a dull silence, like a negative space that threatened to suck me in. I pulled back quickly. Slug was a cat now. No more and no less. Having him inside the pentagram made no difference. Even if the ritual accepted me as a participant, we were one person short of the required Quint. This wouldn't work.
Should I tell Amber? I suspected she already knew. And disrupting the magic at this point would cause more damage than bringing it to its natural end. If nothing else, it would create a stronger bond between Amber, Kiernan, and Lance. They'd need it, once I was gone.
"Come on, Julian. The candles are burning down." Amber’s voice sounded urgent.
I checked, and she was right. The wax inside the metal containers was half gone, and some of the flames were flickering. We had at most half an hour left. Lance's erection hadn't flagged—thank you, sex magic—and I floated between his legs. He was just as gorgeous as Kiernan, but longer, leaner, and less broad. I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh reverently, coaxing a shocked moan from him.
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