Epilogue #2
Of course I do, he replied, one hand moving to the feather I’d placed on his collarbone. And it was days, not hours. We didn’t come out of the bedroom for almost a week.
More like a decade, Ry interrupted, placing a hand on Rumple’s shoulder. I’m not sure we got much done besides fucking for at least ten years.
Just shows we had our priorities in order, even back then, Rumple thought with a wink. Love first. Everything else can wait.
A wave of love flowed through the rest of us.
That love had been one of the best parts of those early years together in the Limen.
Rumple adored teaching, and Ry had been an avid student.
He had become more, over the years. As close a friend as Gavriel and Mikhail, but without the emotional baggage from the years when they’d all felt abandoned by one another.
Without that shared past, and no expectations, Rumple had felt utterly comfortable establishing the new friendship.
It hadn’t surprised me that Ry’s feather was the first one to lie alongside mine on Rumple’s collarbone.
Why are you remembering that now, Scrap? Ry asked as he kissed me.
No reason, I thought, batting my eyelashes innocently. Just wondering if you ever want to try to untie that particular macramé knot again.
Gavriel and Mikhail burst into laughter, remembering the moment when Righteous had made a bet he could undo any knot. Of course, Rumple had shown him just how wrong he was, simultaneously teaching my youngest mate a lesson in humility and unlocking a new favorite kink.
You little shit stirrer, Ry gasped, his cheeks going a deep gold. You’re asking for trouble, naughty girl. I’ve gotten better at being on both sides of those knots.
I giggled at the visual he sent of him tying up all the rest of us. We all knew Ry preferred to be under the knots, but his picture had potential. Am I being naughty? Or knotty?
Both, brat, Rumple thought, his hand tracing the three feathers nested underneath my mating mark on his skin, and causing my other men to shiver. And I won’t ever stop thanking the Maker of All for giving me such a mischievous little mate. Who likes to be punished.
He laughed, his hands moving down my thigh, outlining certain sigils that set off tiny pinches of sensation ranging from ecstasy to the tiniest hint of pain, like a small rubber band snapping.
We’d been exploring the boundaries of sensory play this decade. I heard Righteous swallow hard, as he put a hand to his own thigh. Had Rumple connected us? I could tell by his mischievous, sharp-toothed smile that he had. And you say I’m the naughty one?
I think you’re not concentrating on what’s most important, Growly interrupted. Which is this. He sucked hard on my clit, thrusting two fingers into my soaked pussy, while Rumple breached my ass fully with his tail. All five of us moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, Rafe,” Gavriel muttered, lifting his head. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“What? I didn’t even touch you,” Rumple teased, but he backed off.
“I’m hungry,” I complained. “All this chocolate, and none of it inside me.” Righteous was there in an instant, with the tip of his cock drizzled with warm chocolate.
“Just what I wanted,” I murmured. I drew it into my mouth, using a small thread of my own soulfire to wrap around the base of his erection, forming a thin net over his balls.
“Oh, bad girl,” Gavriel said, while Ry gave a squeak as I tightened my mouth and the golden net at the same time. “We’re all going to be done too soon at this rate.” Mik and Rumple made matching grunts of disdain.
“I can take it,” Ry gritted out. When I felt him starting to crest, I tightened the soulfire around the base of his cock to forestall the orgasm.
With my mouth full of chocolate cock, I couldn’t speak, but I teased him mentally.
Gavriel’s been showing me how to do this, Ry.
I don’t know if you can take it. I can keep you from coming for hours…
I broke off then, feeling Mikhail’s thread unwinding like my clit was a top he planned to set spinning.
And it did—I fell into a shuddering climax that lasted for at least three minutes.
While I was coming, he slid inside me, moving slowly, inexorably deeper with each thrust. I felt both Righteous and Rumple’s hands glide over my breasts simultaneously, as Mikhail placed a hand at my nape and Gavriel pressed down gently on the feather that lay in my chest.
When Mikhail reached his climax, he opened his soul and shouted my name so loud my ears rang. “Better than chocolate,” I sighed as they moved around the bed, one of them cleaning up the chocolate, the others making what I was sure were nefarious plans.
I was right. When I opened my eyes, Mikhail and Righteous had settled on each edge of the mattress, and had wrapped their hands around my wrists, pulling them to the sides. “Stretch your wings, beloved,” Gavriel instructed.
I did, and let out a tiny “Eep!” when I felt tethers of soulfire gently pinning the sensitive edges to the mattress as well.
Rumple was at the end of the bed beside Gavriel, and he whistled appreciatively at something. I craned my neck to see and gasped. Gavriel had pulled out a thick bar of Sanctuary’s energy from his reserves, and was attaching it to my ankles.
“You’re using pure divine energy to make a spreader bar?” Rumple said, almost clinically, staring at my exposed pussy.
Gavriel lifted an eyebrow. “Jealous you didn’t think of it first?”
“Yes,” Rumple admitted, and ran a finger through the wet mess of my slit, bringing it to his mouth. I mock-struggled against the restraint, just to see if it really would hold.
“Be still, little minx,” Gav ordered, and ran his hands roughly up the insides of my thighs, one arm moving behind me to my lower back.
Then he lifted my core to his face like he was at a pie-eating contest and began to lick and suck at everything his tongue could reach.
He hummed with pleasure as he worked over me, devouring me like he was trying to win a grand trophy for cunnilingus.
A pie-eating contest? Righteous laughed breathily. That’s fantasy number twelve, isn’t it?
I tried to answer, but he and Mikhail were working their fingers over the extended tips of my wings, bringing on a cascade of mini-orgasms, as Gavriel switched from licking me to kneeling, his cock notched at my entrance.
He glanced at me for permission, and I nodded for him to go ahead.
I knew that all this would unravel in an instant if I even thought I wanted it to stop.
But I so didn’t.
My eyes were hazy as Gavriel began to move smoothly inside me. Rumple lay next to me, watching and stroking himself slowly as my other mates tortured me with pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you so deep, little one,” he promised, touching my face lightly, leaning over to bite at my neck gently, and suck a little, too.
He knew how much I liked my vampire books.
“After Gavriel fills you up, I’ll take his place.
How will that perfect little pussy feel, already stuffed with his soulfire?
Your cunt dripping, already full. You’ll be so wet, I’ll slide right in, and then, when I’ve fucked you to another orgasm or three, I’ll pour even more into you.
Then young Righteous can use that big cock he’s stroking right now to stuff you tight, make sure none of that cream slips out.
We’ll fill you up so much, you’ll ache from it. ”
He leaned closer, whispering so they could all hear.
“And then, when Righteous has that thick cock inside you, lying beneath you, yes? I think Mikhail should climb on top and use some of that wetness to slick up your tight little ass. He’ll fill you there at the same time.
Your Maker loves you so, he’ll go nice and slow.
Doesn’t want to hurt you, does he?” He reached over to one of my nipples and pinched it.
“Perhaps he doesn’t know how much you enjoy a hint of pain mixed with your pleasure? ”
“I know what my sweet soul likes and needs,” Mikhail purred as he moved one hand to my neck, collaring it gently.
Righteous stroked my hair as Rumple crawled to the top of the bed, and kneeled so that his cock bobbed enticingly in front of my face. “Now suck, darling. Suck my cock while Gavriel wrecks that perfect cunt. Hard and deep, Gav. I want my naughty little sacrifice to whimper.”
The three other men all looked at me with equal parts concern and fascination. Gavriel frowned and pushed at me mentally. Are you all right with this, Feather?
I mean… yes? I fought not to react, but finally laughed in my thoughts while I worked my tongue around the thick head of Rumple’s cock.
For all that they considered themselves sexperts, Rumple was really the only one who liked to push boundaries.
Well, him and me. If you don’t do what he described, I might just cry for real.
You gentlemen always underestimate our girl’s kinkiness, Rumple thought, as he created a dozen ridged, shadowed tentacles—each with a center made of golden soulfire—and began stroking my face, neck, and shoulders with them.
Three of them worked their way into my mouth alongside his cock, their suction cups gently pinching my tongue.
Believe me when I tell you, nothing you three can imagine will top the shit she’s into.
He wasn’t wrong.
I screamed out my release as Gavriel filled me with fiery heat, then let the bar of energy holding my legs dissolve into me, rejuvenating me for the next round.
Righteous hurried to take his place at my mouth when Rumple flipped me over and moved underneath me, scooping up Gavriel’s gleaming release and stuffing it back into my pussy with one hand before pressing his own cock to my entrance.