12. The Unfair Act
Aleiraah
Archie lets out a long howl and starts transforming right before my eyes. Clothes shred off his tall frame as his muscles bulk up and he grows in height. Fuck! He's turning into a werewolf?
Silas pounces on me from my right. Fisting my hair, he yanks my head back.
His fangs appear sharp in the bright moonlight as he bites the front of my neck, hard, no doubt leaving teeth marks, but thankfully doesn't pierce the skin.
Crying out in shock, I dig my nails into his chest, and push at him, but Baz and Zien hold both my arms captive.
Silas licks his bite on my throat and captures my lips in a quick hard kiss. Reeling from this unexpected turn of events, I'm slow to react as Alistair and Archie grab my legs and rip off my gown and underthings, leaving me naked.
"What the fuck? What are you doing?" I shout, feeling enraged.
"Don't we fuck you enough, wife?" Silas’s snarls, vibrating with anger. "Are you that desperate for cock? That you'd let a mortal fuck you with his tongue? Seven of us are not enough for you?"
"Makes me wonder if this is the first time." Zien snidely remarks with distaste.
The blow from their words scatters my thoughts like glass shards. Pain seeps in, quiet but relentless.
Their barbs hit harder than I care to admit. They lodge in my chest and take root.
"I can ss..mell tzzat lowlif..f..e on your puss..ssy Aleiraa..aaah." Archie growls, voice distorted, long fangs messing up his speech. Fur covers his arms, torso and neck, making him look feral.
"Did you kiss him? Where else did he touch you, Aleiraah?" Zien scans me from head to toe, looking possessive and feral.
"He didn't touch me anywhere, except..." I trail off feeling nauseous, while trying to get free from their hold.
Unfortunately, I'm held immobile by despicable, overgrown, rage-ridden idiotic males who grab me tighter.
Glowering at Azael, I snap. "You saw what happened! You saw what that man did!”
Flicking a sharp glance at Rinn, I snarl. "I'm sure your little mental replay was full of embellishments. So why don't you help clear up whatever delusions are brewing here? And the rest of you—how about letting me the hell go already!"
"Where would the fun be in that, Love?" Zien mocks.
"We witnessed the tail end of your tête-à-tête with that mortal, Aleiraah. How would we know what happened before we barged in?" With a slight tilt of his head, Azael remarks in a flat, unreadable tone.
How could he act so cold?
Rinn scratches his chin and adds cockily, "Perhaps we should consider keeping a few concubines ourselves. You sure don't mind having fun with random mortals, why shouldn't we?"
My breath catches at his callous words. He wants to take concubines?
I sweep my gaze around the room hoping others would laugh it off or at least deny such an absurd claim. But they all remain silent.
No one is opposed to this idea?
Rinn's intended blow lands where it hurts the most.
Did anyone hear my heart crack?
The silence stretches uncomfortably. I feel too devastated to offer a comeback. I look at each one of my husbands with open disbelief. Have they been contemplating stepping out on our marriage openly all along?
There's no hint of love in their eyes. Just cruel sneers and disappointed veneers laced with disgust or ire. I don't recognize these males and it unsettles me, deeply.
Letting out a slow breath, I wrap the pain around me like armor, steeling myself. I refuse to let him get to me. I refuse to let any of them break me.
I’m on the verge of tearing into Rinn when Baz, in the most maddeningly casual tone, addresses Archer instead, "What if we swapped? Your cock's straining, maybe you'd like to use her mouth first?"
"If you even think of putting your werewolf dick anywhere near my face I will bite it off, Archer!" I shout, incensed.
"Punishment aside, we need her a bit more cooperative, Ifrinn." Azael coldly suggests.
I'm literally lying here buck naked and they are strategizing about my punishment, as if I'm a stranger instead of their wife!
Rinn gets a calculative gleam in his eyes and two slender smoky tentacles shoot out from his back that latch onto my pussy lips, slowly parting them. I start thrashing anew, and strong arms hold me down.
"Tsk..tsk...behave, Starling." Baz admonishes and starts scraping his sharp talon on my clit....back and forth, up and down. I suck in a startled breath. The arousal in the air is potent and my succubus radar pings wildly.
I feel like I'm two souls trapped in one body. The horny part of me moans—Fuck, that feels good!
The pissed off, practical part snaps—Stop reacting, body! We don’t like being restrained by assholes!
"We want to pleasure you, Aleiraah," Alistair says, his voice low and deliberate. "It's the Veilmoon night, after all." He leans in slightly, gaze intense. "But you need to understand—what you did wasn't right."
Wait, is he comparing me to that evil bitch?
"You are preaching to me? How–" My tirade is cut off abruptly when more smoky tentacles slip out of Rinn's back, wrapping around my limbs and holding me aloft, turning me into a spectacle for my husbands to enjoy.
"Put me down, Rinn!" I scream, outraged.
"I think she needs something in her mouth, who wants to risk it?" Zien chuckles.
"Fuck you, Zien!" I shout at him, but Rinn wraps a tentacle around the lower part of my face, covering my mouth, effectively gagging me. I try to bite into the spongy appendage, but he tightens it further.
"Mmmm...fffff..."
Baz pinches my clit between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, tugging, massaging. Despite my present predicament, a zing of pleasure shoots up my spine at the rhythmic pinching he is torturing me with.
Ugghh! Body, get on with the plan already! We hate them at this moment!
"Look at her puffy nipples, straining so prettily, begging to be sucked. Did that fucktard touch you here as well, Aleiraah? You let him touch what's mine?" Silas asks darkly, pinching my left nipple and twisting it sharply.
"Mmmppfffff!" I snap my head toward him, shooting daggers with my eyes—Like you let that panther-whore touch what's mine by letting her hang from your arm every time you are on packlands? No, you moron!
Silas's eyes widen a bit, brow furrowing, as if my eyes reflect my thoughts.
He shakes his head a little in exasperation. "You reek of that mortal, Kitten."
"Flame's core is clenching and unclenching around nothing." Rinn interrupts, fascinated, "Do you need a dick, darling?" He smirks, and I silently promise him retribution.
Baz has not stopped with the alternate plucking and rubbing of my clit. My poor pleasure-nub feels slightly abused at this point, but I feel a climax approaching despite this shit show.
Being a succubus sucks at times!
I'm almost about to come, when Baz's fingers suddenly disappear—a sound of protest escapes me—when Zien moves at a dizzying speed and latches onto my right nipple, sinking his fangs into the puffy pink center, and starts suckling with strong pulls.
He moans loudly and I let out a muffled scream, my orgasm fizzling away, out of reach.
After a few more leisurely sucks, Zien withdraws his fangs but doesn't heal the bite. Blood trickles in thin rivulets down my breast.
I'm officially worried. Since when does Zien not heal his bites?
He chuckles, a mix of mirth and mockery evident in his gray eyes, and announces to the room, "I bet she's cursing us to the afterlife and back."
Not funny!––I try to yell but the sound that comes out is muffled noise.
I'm still trying to come to terms with the way he's behaving, when I feel a flutter against my clit.
I look down to where Baz is licking my swollen little nub with his forked tongue. "Oh no. She's enjoying this. So wet already." He mocks in a gruff voice in between licks, ivory horns protruding from his temples.
Starting my struggles anew against the degenerate demon's tentacles, the seriousness of the situation suddenly hits me with startling clarity.
My generally level-headed but now moon-maddened husbands intend to punish me for good.
While desperately trying to find a way to turn this tide in my favor, I feel my buttocks being stretched apart, and something hard and hot begins to poke at my rosette.
Oh fuck! When did Archie position himself below me?—I panic.
I feel him slide down and lick me there a few times, followed by a quick probe of his long tongue—then gasp as Archie rams into my rosette without preparing me some more.
I choke on a scream and cough as the tentacle gagging me unwinds and shoots inside my mouth, taking advantage of my shock.
Shit! That burns like a living brand! Why does his dick have to grow bigger in his werewolf form too?
Rinn begins deep-throating me with his thick tentacle while Archie's cock threatens to split my backside into two.
I try to bite the spongy tentacle but he thrusts too deep and with enough force that breathing becomes a chore.
Archie starts thrusting roughly, pistoning his larger than normal cock into me without a break. The sounds of his grunts along with the squelching of the smoky tentacle plunging into my mouth dominate the room.
Things are happening at such a dizzying pace that I'm having difficulty reacting. Everything is dissolving into rage and despair at the same time.
I try to bite the tentacle, only it grows in girth!
Claws prick at my waist, drawing blood where Archie has me in a bruising grip.
Baz keeps up the torture of alternately scratching at my little nub then licking it with his forked tongue.
Just when I feel like I can't bear it anymore, Rinn's tentacle releases his smoky essence down my throat and Archie comes inside my ass, forcing in his thick knot.
Pain shoots up my spine and I let out another muffled cry.
Tears stream down my temples as I blink toward the ceiling. Azael, who'd been watching from a distance, moves closer and rubs away my tears tenderly. "Your tears always taste so sweet, Azizam," he murmurs, tasting a drop caught on his thumb.