Chapter 38 #2
“I have to confess, I hoped it would hurt. Not a lot, but I wanted to know what it was like to go past my limit, and you’re the only person I would ever trust to do that.
For the immense power you possess, you treated me with care.
Your strength was like an oasis. In your arms, I was always safe, even when it felt like I might burst from having all of you inside me. ”
Ashley’s hand went down to my testicles, firmly rolling my balls in her hand like she was memorizing their every detail.
“And it did. I liked the pain. Something about being pinned beneath you, helpless to your cock, was liberating. If you wanted, you could take every choice away from me, and I would be powerless to stop you. I used to think that surrender was a weakness or a failure, but I never felt more free than when I surrendered to you.”
She returned to my shaft, jerking a little bit hard now but still slow.
“I wanted more of the pain. I wanted to learn everything I could about it. How would the sensation change when you actually used me, when you weren’t gentle and slammed that cock through me?
Thinking of your dick makes my mouth water.
How deep could I take it? What could I endure to give you pleasure?
What would it feel like to have this sword stretching my throat instead of my pussy? ”
Her tempo quickened.
“I had never once had that reaction before. Before you, I never looked at a man and fantasized about what he tasted like or wondered if I could feel the pulse of his heart beat with my tongue when he throbbed.” She paused and whispered, “Open your shirt. I don’t want to ruin your clothes.”
My eyes still closed, I undid the buttons. Ashley used that moment to lick her fingertips, rubbing the wet into my most sensitive flesh.
“I shouldn’t admit this, but the instant I had all of you inside of me, I thought about having you in my ass.
I never wanted that before. I was against it, actually.
But I knew this dick made dreams come true.
Everything it did to me felt amazing, so what would it feel like up to the hilt that way? ”
She jerked me faster.
“No other man is like you. You’re one of a kind, and you taught me so much about my body and the pleasure it can feel.
But you have more than one dimension. You can be sweet and soft, and you can be primal, a beast possessed.
The first time more than one of your dicks came at me, I was terrified, but you know what else I thought? ”
Feeling I was close, she went harder.
“I thought, ‘I wish I had more holes for my King to fill.’ Cum for me, Master. Let it go. Let me see your pleasure.”
I burst, finishing on my own chest and stomach.
Sliding my head from her lap, Ashley leaned close and pecked me on the lips. “I love you, Byron. No matter what happens, that won’t change.”
And I lay back, enjoying her tongue licking up the mess she made.
Purity, Solara, Invia, and Podni were all undead now.
Even in the wake of significant setbacks, I could appreciate not having to be alone while the rest of the world slept.
My wives were like me. They weren't part of the normal world anymore, and that would only become more apparent as time went on.
Solara lay on my bed on her stomach, reading a book. Purity lay on her back, her head resting on one of Solara’s butt cheeks. Invia sat in a chair on the other side of the room, her legs folded and tucked beneath her. Podni had stepped out, but she would be back at some point.
50 years from now, we would all look exactly the same but will have had so much time to grow and change. Levels were part of that, sure, but 50 years was a lifetime for many humans, and the amount of knowledge and life experiences one can accumulate in that time was substantial.
And our years would have even more potential. In addition to not needing sleep, we would never be waylaid by aging bodies or disease. Our minds wouldn't slip. Our joints wouldn't grind themselves into uselessness.
I had already begun to think of an undead year as being different from a human year for reasons like these.
Simply shedding sleep meant an extra 16 years of waking hours compared to what humans would experience in the same 50-year period, and I didn't know how to calculate all the ways the fragility of the human body stole precious hours from mortal lives.
With all of the benefits factored in, 1 undead year was equivalent to 1.4 or 1.5 human years, at least. Solara argued it was closer to 2 because we also didn't need to eat, and we never had to deal with the transitional periods that came before and after sleep.
50 years from now? 1 undead year was equivalent to 1.5 human years? Why was I even thinking about these things?
None of that mattered if Abaddon destroyed us tomorrow. I pulled up the system’s countdown to my demise:
Progress to Your Fall: 82 / 100 (Abaddon, King of the Abyss)
“Everyone, listen closely,” I announced.
My wives stopped what they were doing to give me their full attention.
“Purity, no public appearances outside of Sanctuary. Do what you can to keep morale up from here. Invia, you’re in charge of security.
Protect our party, Sanctuary South, and our people, in that order.
Solara and Podni, start building the biggest fucking bomb you can.
Do the math and stop just short of destroying our entire plane.
I also want both of you to push our scholars to get the phylactery research farther along.
If we have to settle for a less-than-perfect solution, but it gives us a chance to live, we’re taking it. ”
“What are you going to do?” Purity asked.
“I’m going to clear a path to the heavens. No one is taking this away from us.”