11. Ivy
11
IVY
I wake up feeling sore in all the right places, a satisfied smile on my face as I stretch languidly. Bram’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.
“Morning, slut,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.
I turn to face him, grinning. “Morning, arsehole. I should kick your arse from here to next week.”
He smirks. “Oh? You seemed to enjoy being used like a filthy whore.”
“Mmm, I did,” I purr, running my hand down his chest. “But now we’ve got work to do.”
His expression sobers. “Right.”
I sigh, sitting up. “Yeah, that pesky little problem.”
Torin and Tate enter a moment later, both looking grim.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, instantly alert.
Tate runs a hand through his hair. “We’ve got a problem. A big one.”
“Bigger than Life trying to destroy everything?” Bram asks sceptically.
Tate nods. “Yeah. We think Morrigan is going to team up with Life.”
“Yeah, I’m way ahead of you with that. I figured as much yesterday. Wait, how did you know she hadn’t returned to the void?”
“Mr-I-was-watching-for-her didn’t see her,” Tate says, jutting his thumb out at Torin.
I flick my gaze at the vampire. “You could see them all?”
He nods. “Call it a perk of vampire sight. I can see things in slow motion when they are going at super speed.”
“Nice,” I mutter. “But I knew that bitch was going to be trouble.”
“It’s not that bad,” Bram says languidly, his cock already raging again and raring to go. I eye it up and wonder if the world will wait while I ride it into oblivion. I don’t wait for an answer to that. I mount him, sliding my pussy over his dick before ramming it roughly inside me.
He groans, gripping my hips as I rotate them.
“Now we’re up against a goddess of war, fate and death as well as Life. This is going to be interesting.”
“Unless Bram gives Morrigan her powers back to make her go away,” Tate says, slipping in behind me and cupping my breasts before squeezing my nipples roughly.
“Not happening,” Bram pants when I speed up, riding him like there is no tomorrow. I mean, fuck knows if there will be at the rate we are hurtling towards the unknown.
I take a deep breath, trying to think. “You might have to,” I moan, tilting my head to the side as Torin joins us and scrapes his fangs over my jugular. He bites down, and I come hard all over Bram’s cock, convulsing wildly. “We’ve-we’ve still got our army of psychotic souls, right?”
“She can still think, boys,” Bram groans. “We aren’t doing our jobs well enough.”
Tate drops his fingers to my clit and pinches it, twisting it harshly, which doubles my orgasm. Bram grunts and shoots his load inside me. Tate lifts me up as Torin releases me and scoops out enough cum to lube up my arse.
“In theory,” Tate says, shoving me forward over Bram and pressing his fingers to my rear hole. “But we haven’t exactly tested if they’ll actually follow your orders in battle.”
“Only one way to find out,” I say, trembling when Torin and Bram swap places, and he shoves his cock into my pussy.
Tate works his fingers into my arse as Bram also moves in behind me.
“We need a plan,” I pant, trying to focus through the pleasure. “We can’t just rush into this blindly.”
“Agreed,” Tate says, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. He pushes in slowly, stretching me. “But how do we prepare for a battle against Life and potentially a war goddess?”
I cry out as he goes balls deep, my body twitching with pleasure between him and Torin. “We... we need to test the army first,” I manage. “See if they’ll actually follow my commands.”
Bram positions himself over the top of me as Tate shoves me even further forward. I cry out as Bram shoves his dick into my back passage, which is already stuffed with Tate’s monster cock.
“Fuck!”
“And if they do follow you?” Torin grunts, thrusting deeply upwards as I go still and let my three men use me for their pleasure and mine.
I moan, and it’s hard to form thoughts.
Tate and Bram increase their pace, pounding into my arse.
“Fuck!” I yelp again as they stretch me to my limits. “I meant test the army, not my holes!”
Tate chuckles darkly, pumping his cock in time with Bram and Torin. “Well, we might as well multitask.” He grunts.
“You’re sadistic,” I pant out between moans.
“And you love it,” Torin growls, flashing his fangs at me. His hands grip my hips, his claws digging into my skin tightly as he pulls out and slams back in again. The slight pain only heightens my arousal.
“We don’t have time for this!” Bram growls, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he doubles down.
“Shut up… and… fuck me…” I moan, feeling an orgasm building that is going to blow the roof off this house.
My body is on fire, every nerve ending crackling with pleasure as my three men use me mercilessly. I can barely think straight, let alone form a coherent battle plan. But somehow, through the haze of lust, an idea starts to take shape.
“We need... fuck... we need to divide and conquer,” I gasp out between thrusts. “Split up the army... oh god... into specialised units.”
Tate grunts, his cock pounding into my arse alongside Bram’s. “What kind of units?”
“Based on... shit... based on their abilities,” I moan. “Fighters, spies, healers...”
Torin slams up into me. “And how do we figure out what they can do?”
I cry out as a particularly hard thrust hits just the right spot. “We’ll have to... fuck... we’ll have to test them. Put them through their paces.”
Bram’s fingers dig into my hips. “And you think they’ll just go along with that?”
“They had fucking better,” I snarl, feeling my orgasm building to a crescendo. “I’m Death now. They’ll obey or... oh fuck... or I’ll decimate them completely.”
“Can you do that?” Torin asks with more interest in that statement than his soaking wet cock buried in my cunt.
“I can do anything I fucking want! Keep riding me, you fucking prick!”
He grins and gives me what I want. My tits bounce so hard, they ache, but I don’t care right now. This feels too good. It feels like I’m alive for the first time since I came back from being torn apart.
“We need to… offer them something they want.”
“Like what?” Bram grunts.
“A second chance,” I pant, and with that declaration, I come hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me and cum gushes out of my pussy, dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck!” Torin roars. “Fuck, you’re breaking my dick!”
I giggle through my orgasmic bliss as he dumps his cum inside me, his cock pulsing hard with each spurt.
Tate groans and unloads into my arse, with Bram following soon after. They all pull out, and cum drops from my holes onto the sheets.
“Creampies,” Bram pants, pushing me onto all fours.
Tate lies underneath me as I push out the cum from my pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth, using his tongue to lap up the cum while Bram laps up the creampie from my arse.
“Fuck, you guys are filthy,” I groan, my knees and elbows wobbling uncontrollably.
I collapse in a sweaty, panting heap on the bed, but they aren’t done with me yet. Torin pushes my legs apart and devours my sensitive pussy, grazing my clit with his fangs.
“Fuck!” I scream and writhe closer to his mouth. “Fuck, that feels good.”
He increases the pressure until he draws blood, and I climax so hard I see stars and little birdies circling my head.
“We need to talk about that,” Bram muses. “I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
I groan, finally coming down from my orgasmic high as the guys back off. “What’s not a wise idea?” I ask Bram, but my brain is still fuzzy.
He frowns. “Offering the souls a second chance. We don’t know what they’re capable of or if we can trust them.”
I sit up, wincing slightly. “We don’t have much choice. We need their power to take on Life and Morrigan.”
Tate nods reluctantly. “She’s right. We’re outmatched without them.”
“So, what exactly are you proposing?” Torin asks, wiping his mouth.
I take a deep breath. “We offer them a deal. They fight for us against Life and Morrigan, and in exchange, they get a chance at redemption. Not freedom, but maybe... I don’t know, a less shitty afterlife? A place where things aren’t all doom and gloom.”
“Can you even do that?” Bram asks sceptically.
I shrug. “I’m Death now. I should be able to make some adjustments to their eternal punishment, right?”
“In theory,” Tate muses. “But we’d need to be careful about where and how you place them.”
“Agreed,” I say. “We can’t just unleash a horde of psychos back into the world, but also this is a last resort. If they won’t do as I command, then we bribe them.”
Torin nods. “So, how do we go about asking them to fight? Do they even know what they were reaped for?”
I blink as I contemplate that. It’s a damn good question, actually. “Erm, guys?”
“What?” Tate asks with a frown,
“Not you. The ex-Deaths.” I wave a hand dismissively at him.
Silence.
“Oh, now you’re quiet,” I grumble and climb off the bed, pulling a towel around me so I can go and shower and think in peace.
As soon as I hit the shower, the hot water cascading down on me in a torrent of heaven, David speaks. “Some of them are aware. The newer ones. The older ones aren’t exactly a chatty bunch.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. “So, how am I supposed to get them to fight?”
“You stop being weak and be Death.”
“Right, because that isn’t what I’ve been trying to be.”
“This is what I was talking about, Ivy. You can’t be yourself anymore. It’s not who you are. Pleasing these men, going off focus, ignoring the problems… it’s not enough.”
“It will have to be,” I state coldly. “I’m not giving it all up.”
“Then you have to figure out a way to become Death, the leader of the dead, while still pandering to your mortal side.”
He goes quiet then, and none of the rest of them speak. The leader of the dead. That doesn’t sound like a great job, but David is right. I have to stop being such a pussy about all of this. Second guessing myself will get me nowhere. Bribery? Fuck that. I will whip these souls into shape, and they will do my bidding whether they like it or not. But first, I have to take the immediate problem out of the equation.
Morrigan.
She is a large cat prowling amongst my pigeons, and I can’t have her in the way and joining forces with Life. Bram is going to have to give up those powers. There is just nothing else for it.