80. Eighty - A Happy Ending
Eighty - A Happy Ending
Ana
Stuffed full of them before the Goddess, I wrap my arm around Viggo’s neck, to help balance myself on them.
My other hand goes to Penny’s shoulder as he starts to move.
Everything about this—about them, about us—is perfect.
Blessed.
Penny’s eyes are locked on my pussy, watching as he thrusts into me.
I thought it would feel like less, even with Viggo filling me from behind, but Penny’s cock…
I bite my lip, watching it get bigger and bigger each time he draws back.
“I like elf magic,” I say, licking my lips and shivering as Viggo starts to move too.
“Don’t we all?” Viggo chuckles and kisses the bite mark on the back of my shoulder before he whispers, “I bet he can get bigger for you.”
“Next time,” I say. “We’ll have plenty of opportunities.”
“Yes, we will.” Penny kisses me, leaning close to nip at my lip, and then, he leans closer.
Pressed tightly between them, I drop my head back to Viggo’s shoulder as they kiss.
My lovers.
Blessed by the Goddess.
Blessed in every way.
I’m full. I want to be fuller.
I press my lips to his ear. “Bite me.” And then I look at Penny. “Breed me.”
They both groan, cocks twitching inside of me.
“Show the Goddess how we plan to worship each other.”
They don’t give me any space as they fuck me. They keep me so close between them, all I can do is breathe them in and exhale against their skin, their lips.
We devolve into pleasure. Three bodies made to love one another, three souls tangled by fate, three hearts destined to love…
Penny groans, stiffening before he bends to catch my nipple in his lips.
Viggo drags his teeth over those same bite marks and I gasp at the streaks of pleasure it shoots through me like lightning.
Pleasure tears me apart and the room spins as I try to remake myself once more.
So much has changed in the last few days, but this remains the same. They make me feel so desired.
Holding me still as I flicker through the final tremors of my orgasm—I’ve lost track of how many they’ve given me—their lips coast over my skin and each other’s.
“There’s one more thing we’d like to give you,” Viggo says softly.
Penny rocks his hips. “Something you’ve asked for, but haven’t gotten yet.”
My hazy mind searches my memory, and then Viggo moves and my eyes go wide. “Here?”
“There’s nowhere better,” Viggo says.
Penny withdraws from me, his cock back to its normal size and he catches the cum that spills out of me in a golden bowl.
I don’t ask where he snatched it from, I just watch it fill, shimmering under the lights.
Viggo doesn’t remove himself from me. I don’t know how he manages it, but we sink to the ground. Each strange movement makes my pussy clench tight, searching for the fullness it so recently had.
But Penny follows us down, more oil with him.
He drizzles it over Viggo and I and as it runs along my skin, I shift my hips, wanting more.
I always want more of them .
And Penny gives it to me.
Viggo shivers beneath me, kissing my neck as I try to breathe into the glorious stretching sensation.
“I wish you could feel it, sweetling. I wish you could know the way it feels to have your body squeezing our cocks together, the way they slide against each other inside of you.”
“It feels amazing for me as well.”
His “Good” is fractured as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and Penny’s face pinches in pained pleasure, too.
I close my eyes, reveling in the new sensations, in this new way we’ve given ourselves to each other.
Viggo’s arm wraps around my chest as his rhythm changes and I need something in my mouth while Penny’s fingers restart their assault on my clit.
When I bite Viggo’s arm, he seizes under me, jerking as he comes and I smile at Penny. Penny who eases out of me, but when his lips latch onto my clit, it’s my turn to go rigid.
Eyes wide, arched on them, I look up at the Goddess’ face and know... she loves us.
She loves us as Viggo and I settle and as Penny collects Viggo’s cum from me, too.
They hold me as our bodies cool, our lips exploring the planes and valleys of each other that we already know so well, and when we’ve all caught our breath, they pick me up and set me on my knees.
We kneel at the Goddess’ feet and Penny takes the bowl, whispering some prayer or incantation before he pours it over her feet and then washes it away with the last of the anointing oil.
The ceremony itself is over. We can stay, or we can go.
Viggo pulls us back into the mess of cushions, snuggling us close.
“I don’t want to get dressed,” I say with a soft sigh.
“We could use Dorrian’s hand?” Viggo offers.
I shake my head and pull them closer. “All the doors in the temple are metal. Besides, they want to congratulate us and celebrate us.” Leaf had whispered their plans to me so that it wouldn’t be a surprise.
“You’re mine now. You can’t get away from them.”
They chuckle with me and I snuggle down into Viggo’s chest. I want to request another five minutes, but the night will only last so long.
Penny—as usual—has more willpower than Viggo or I. He is the one who pulls us up to standing.
He is the one who leads us to the small alcove and starts the process of cleaning us up.
We help, of course, but Penny gently nudges us in the right direction whenever we start to get distracted.
He is the one who starts to dress first.
“Oh,” I say as he holds out my dress. “Misses Scoggins made it with a tear away skirt and we didn’t get to use it.”
“You’ll just have to wear it again.” Viggo helps me back into it.
And Penny replaces the veil. “But right now, we have well-wishers to greet.”
Neither of them bother to put their coats back on and Viggo... I brush my thumb beneath his eyes. “Are you ready to let them see you?”
His hair is still slicked back with the anointing oil and he nods. “No more hiding.”
The acolyte waits for us on the other side of those doors. The elf woman looks us over, her white eye seeming to glow.
It takes a moment, but she finally smiles. “The Goddess has certainly blessed you.” Holding out her hands, three large honey roses in her palms, she says, “Live for yourselves as well as the Goddess and nothing need come between you.”
I take all three of them as Penny thanks her for us.
Roses in hand, I let them steer me toward the front doors, but I can’t stop myself from looking back, a tinge of guilt hovering over me.
Viggo turns my face forward with a single finger at my chin. “Don’t worry about cleaning up. They wouldn’t let us if we tried.”
The doors open and the square has been transformed.
Tables and chairs and streamers and flowers... They’ve pulled together another party that puts my birthday to shame.
“Oh my!”
Penny shakes his head. “When was the last time someone got married?”
“It’s been years.”