Chapter Six #3
Ainder took Ethyr’s mouth from Varuut to bring to his own, brushing their lips together.
Varuut’s hand reached Ethyr’s thigh. Her fingers slipped into the side gap of his pants, caressed across his leg, and took gentle but firm hold of him.
His shaky gasp broke his mouth from Ainder’s. He looked at Varuut, startled, but she replied with only a smile and a sweet kiss. Her hand was slow, but adept. He gripped the fabric of his pants in white-knuckled fists, unable to do anything else as heat pooled into his hips.
Ainder took over his mouth again. Ethyr’s lips opened for him, letting him taste the hot panting he couldn’t control as Varuut slowly stroked him.
A hand pressed against his inner thigh and dragged down to his knee, forcing his left leg open.
It was lifted and draped across Ainder and Catocus’s laps.
Gallus leaned his shoulder against Ethyr’s right leg to open that one wider, teasing his fingers up its thigh.
His legs twitched involuntarily and Ainder swallowed his gasp before breaking away from Ethyr, licking spit from his lips with a gluttonous smile.
“He wants you to go faster.”
“Does he?” Varuut asked, nonplussed. Ethyr was still fully clothed, yet had never been so exposed in his life.
The other gods, save Kiaro, were watching the show with delighted anticipation.
A god at the table kept looking down at papers they were scribbling on.
Langath, by the dark skin and curly hair.
“Hold his arms above his head,” she instructed.
Catocus reached over Ainder to easily pry Ethyr’s grip from his pants.
His bracelets jangled together as his arms were lifted above his head and held there by the wrists.
Ethyr’s heart picked up speed, though he couldn’t fathom how it could possibly pound harder.
“Like this?”
“Perfect,” Langath said, bowing her head down to continue drawing.
Varuut stroked faster. Ethyr squirmed, muffling a whimper into his closed mouth.
Ainder kept a firm grip on Ethyr’s knee, keeping it in place across his lap.
Arms and torso stretched taut, legs splayed open, he felt like an animal at slaughter.
But the heat it tingled across his entire body, shivering up his spine, only added intensity to the pleasure.
The fingers around him squeezed tighter and a pitched noise forced its way from the back of his throat.
“Ohh, he likes that,” Ainder purred. “Look how flushed he is.”
“His noises,” Varuut sighed into his ear, pained with delight and desire. “Don’t you want to hear his consummation, Langath?”
“A few more minutes,” she replied.
Ainder’s warm breath brushed Ethyr’s neck as Varuut’s hand slowed again. He huffed and felt Ainder’s lips curl into a smile. “Patience,” he murmured. “Waiting makes it better.”
He trembled under Varuut’s languid touch; her mouth on his ear; Ainder’s hand on his chest; Gallus’s fingers sliding up his thigh; Catocus’s iron grip on his wrists.
“Have you ever seen a more exquisite pleasure?” Gallus asked in awe. “Not even you can capture this beauty, Langath.”
“I don’t know,” Ithna said, drawing the words out as she glanced sidelong at the papers. “She’s doing a rather good job.”
Gallus rested a cheek on Ethyr’s thigh. “What’s he like, Varuut?”
“Slender,” she replied, grazing her fingers lightly up his shaft.
“That’s not surprising, so is the rest of him,” Catocus said.
“Mm, I bet it’s as perfect as the rest of him,” Ainder murmured before teasing an earlobe into his mouth.
Varuut swirled a finger over his tip and his hips jerked. “Responsive,” she added with a pleased smile.
“Okay,” Langath permitted. “I have it.”
“I want to finish him,” Ainder said immediately, hand already sliding through the other side of his pants.
Varuut obliged, taking her hand back, and a firmer one took control.
Ethyr gasped, pulling at his constraints as he was jerked faster.
The hands keeping his arms and legs didn’t yield, holding him down.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hot breaths rising to pitched noises as the friction grew tighter and hotter.
“Faster,” Catocus commanded, and Ainder pumped faster.
Ethyr twisted, arms and legs shuddering as his hips throbbed. Pleasure erupted out of him with a choked moan and a fit of convulsion. He fell limp against Varuut when it was over, shaking. She gathered him into her arms, stroking a hand over his hair.
“You did well,” she praised.
“Let me taste him.”
Ethyr forced his eyes open to see Ainder offering his milk-covered fingers to Gallus, who took them into his mouth without hesitation.
“Mmm,” Gallus approved. He turned back to Ethyr’s open legs, sliding his palms up both thighs. “Shall we see how much more he has?”
Ethyr’s heart picked up again before it had even had time to settle. The warm hands stirred a spark of excitement in his stomach, but the thought of having more done to him while he was still reeling overwhelmed him.
“Don’t,” Varuut admonished, her arm tightening around him. “He’s spent.”
“You just want him for yourself,” Gallus accused.
“I can fill him again,” Ainder said, leaning closer.
“Leave him be,” Gnaeus called, to Ethyr’s conflicted relief. “We have plenty of time to play with him.”
Ainder and Gallus pouted, but let him go. Varuut pressed kisses to the side of his face.
“His mortal body lasted longer than I thought it would,” Catocus admitted. “Being untrained and all.”
“We’ll get him trained,” Ainder said with confidence. Gallus tugged at Ainder’s hand and he obligingly slid off the seat to follow him to the ground, locking mouths with almost vicious vigor.
Varuut sighed, standing up and pulling Ethyr with her. She stepped over them and Ethyr stumbled after, legs still shaking and weak.
He sank onto a cushion by the table, completely forgetting about proper posture, but the gods clearly didn’t care anyway.
Ethyr peered over the table to see Langath’s drawing. She was still adding in details, but it was a perfect likeness of him; torso arched, mouth open, face flushed and contorted in pleasure. Disembodied hands held his legs open and his arms up, and she’d even captured the arm snaked into his pants.
If Ethyr’s face had cooled at all, he knew it turned red again in an instant. The vulgar noises from behind him didn’t help. He glanced back to see that Ainder and Gallus’s activities had already escalated to one of the invasive scenes in the book involving fingers and tongues.
He whipped forward again, feeling like he was suffocating under a heat worse than the most oppressive summer sun.
“Don’t pay attention to them,” Ithna said, voice strained with humor. “They have no sense of decorum.”
“Do any of us?” Varuut asked.
“I resent that,” Langath said.
“Well, if any of us do, it’s you, if that makes you feel better.”
Catocus straightened in his seat, clearly offended. “Really?”
“You just pretend you do,” Ithna told him, and laughed at his glower.
Varuut brushed Ethyr’s hair back from his face, admiring him with a smile and tilted head. “You’ll learn how to be one of us soon enough,” she told him. She held up a bit of meat and Ethyr let her feed it to him.