40. Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Niamh
H asumi tasted like a cool, clear spring on a hot day in the deep forests of my clan lands.
I slid my hands downward, trailing my fingers over their graceful neck, across the faint scales dusting their collarbones, and lower, to the soft swell of their small breasts. The water weaver sighed happily, leaning into my touch, and I was struck by the fluidity of this amazing creature. How one moment they were soft and calm, the next instant firmly giving orders and controlling the situation, and a moment after that… melting in my arms. Perfection.
I trailed kisses along the arch of their neck, pausing to bite down teasingly. Hasumi's hands were at my hips, but they moved back further, cupping my ass and fitting me closer to them. I felt the hard bulge through the thin fabric of their pants, and a moment of uncertainty flitted through me.
I hadn't been lying when I said I was attracted to this amazing creature whether they fit the mold of my typical female partners or not. And yet… I'd never had a lover with a cock.
Hasumi, of course, sensed my moment of doubt, pulling back to look up into my eyes with that calm, endless patience of theirs. “Would you prefer that I stay clothed?” they asked simply. “We could turn our focus to Andy if you wish. Or… I could simply pleasure you, without any other expectations.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. How could they always be so calm? So unaffected. Never offended. Never wounded by the feelings of those around them. “No. I… it's not like that. I just.” I ran a hand through my hair and over one antler, frustrated at my inability to express myself as clearly as Hasumi. They were as honest and straightforward as Andy. A trait I admired in both of them, and which I thought I possessed myself. Until this moment.
“You are unsettled by the unknown in this situation,” Hasumi said gently, brushing graceful fingers along my cheek, drawing their hand downward so their palm rested over my heart. I felt a gentle pulse of magic from them, and a wave of peace that eased the tension in my shoulders. “I understand.”
I covered their hand with my own, keeping it pressed to my heart as I leaned in and kissed their forehead. Then I pulled back to meet their eyes again. “I know you're different than my other partners,” I said honestly. “That doesn't bother me. But I don't know the first thing about… cocks. And I don't want you to be offended if I have a bad reaction or something.” I grimaced. “That sounds stupid, now that I hear it out loud. Can we just forget this conversation ever happened? Go back to getting you out of those pants? And maybe you just try not to notice my emotions for a while? I promise it’s nothing personal.”
Hasumi chuckled, the sound musical and light. “Oh, Niamh, you are wonderful. Come here.” I let myself be led closer to the fainting couch, where Andy was splayed out like a goddess with Dyre between her legs, her fingers tangled in his long red hair. I stumbled a bit, distracted by my reaction to the sight.
Dyre certainly wasn't my cup of tea. But watching Andy enjoy her boys was always hot as hell.
I pulled my gaze away from them as Hasumi stopped us on the plush rug next to Andy and Dyre's little display. “I'll attend to your discomfort,” the water weaver whispered against my throat. “But only as a guide. If you want to stop, you'll have to tell me so directly. Yes?”
Those graceful hands slid over my hips again, as Hasumi pressed a lingering kiss to my neck. “Yes,” I agreed instantly. “Please.”
I felt Hasumi's smile against my skin. Then they dipped their head lower, drawing one of my nipples into the wet heat of their mouth, swirling their forked tongue over the hardened nub. I sighed in pleasure, one hand coming to rest on their head to keep them there, as the other slid over their back and downward, slipping beneath the light, flowing pants they still wore to caress their perfectly round ass. Really, how could a person be so perfect? I was doubly blessed, since I asked myself that same question about Andy all the time.
Hasumi continued to tease me, sucking and nibbling at my breasts as they slid a hand downward, to where I needed them most. When they cupped my pussy, the heel of their hand pressing deliciously, I groaned and pushed my hips forward, instantly wanting more. I might feel a bit off kilter when it came to how to please them, but I knew they would have no problem where I was concerned.
Those clever fingers teased, caressing and drawing away, pressing through my folds to test my wetness, then circling my clit. I wasn't here for teasing, though. I gripped the water weaver's face and lifted their head to steal a searing kiss. “More,” I demanded. “And get these off.” I moved one hand down to tug at the waistband of their pants.
Hasumi huffed a laugh, then obliged, gracefully shoving their pants down and stepping out of the flowy fabric. I licked my lips as my gaze traveled over their amazing body. I had seen them in bits and pieces before, the few times we ended up in an orgy with Andy at the center. But I hadn't ever seen Hasumi fully nude. Broad shoulders, small, pert breasts, long, slender limbs, and two hard cocks.
Definitely serpentine, my cracked mind noted.
Then Hasumi stepped closer, taking my hand and pressing it to their body. A pair of hard cocks brushed against my arm, but that wasn't the water weaver's goal. I barely breathed as they slowly guided my hand beneath the dicks, to the familiar feel of a wet, inviting pussy. “Focus here,” they suggested with the hint of a wicked smile.
I growled, a bit of my animalistic fae nature coming to the surface as I surged closer, capturing their perfect lips in a hard kiss as I took control of my own hand, sliding my fingers through their slick folds, not teasing, the way Hasumi had. I slipped a finger inside them, my thumb automatically searching for their clit, but only finding the base of one hard cock.
Hasumi hummed encouragingly into my mouth, deepening our kiss, their own hand coming to grip the base of the dick in question. I murmured encouragement, trailing kisses to their jaw, their neck, as they rocked against my hand, stroking their own dick at the same time.
Andy's panting breaths were a background chorus to my lust. But when she cried out, I tore my mouth from Hasumi, turning my head to watch as our witch came undone. Her warm aura swelled, her love and her magic reaching for us all along our bonds, and we all groaned in unison.
Hasumi pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then pulled away, and I knew they thoroughly understood my distraction. We both moved to join Andy and Dyre. Hasumi stroked their hand through the necromancer's hair, murmuring praise, while I knelt and stole a kiss from Andy's soft, flushed lips.
My witchy love wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, still slightly breathless from the orgasm Dyre had just pulled from her with his mouth. I had to give it to the eerie man, he at least seemed to be up to the task of satisfying our witch. That certainly earned him points in my book.
“We need a bed,” Andy complained, pulling away from me to sit up.
Hasumi shrugged one graceful shoulder. “Or a rug.” Their pretty turquoise eyes landed meaningfully on the plush rug beneath my knees.
I didn't need any more encouragement. And neither did Andy. She lost the lingering lethargy of her orgasm and pushed me to the floor, her hands sliding up my legs in a long caress before she dove between my legs. My head fell back onto the rug with a dull thump, and I gripped her soft green hair, arching my hips up to meet her talented mouth. All of Hasumi's teasing had me ready to explode.
But I did delay my own pleasure long enough to tug at Andy's hair, pulling her head up enough to direct her gaze to the scene playing out beside us. Her eyes glazed over, and she practically drooled at the sight of Dyre, his clothes discarded and his too-thin body on full display, red hair like a curtain of fire as he knelt at Hasumi's feet. The beautiful water weaver glanced our way with a wicked smirk, then directed of their attention toward the scarred man before them. The smirk melted away, replaced by a look so tender it made my chest ache for Dyre—surprising, since it wasn't like I loved the idiot or anything.
But I knew how insecure he was. And how much he yearned for love and affection. Because we were all the same that way.
Hasumi gently guided Dyre's head toward one of their cocks, and I looked to Andy, drank in the fierce mixture of love and lust shining from her beautiful gray eyes. I nudged her, shifting so we could both watch the show. Our legs tangled, and I kneaded her big, soft breasts as we both got off on the friction of our thighs pressing against each other's clits. My gaze was torn between Hasumi's gorgeous expression of pleasure and Andy's shining beauty. Meanwhile Andy drank in the sight of Dyre worshipping Hasumi's cocks, pausing now and then to kiss me as if she needed my touch like she needed breath in her lungs.
And I was struck by how this weird clan of ours couldn't be more perfect.