Epilogue
Nix loved flying. She loved the peacefulness and the violent winds. The sunlight and the thunderous storms.
As she flew with her mates to the latest clan of “Why would we listen to a woman?” alphas who broke the new rules of the new council, she glanced at her “We will always listen to our woman” men.
The bad boy incubus. The intelligent gargoyle professor. The grunting, protective dragon shifter. The positive and sunshine-personality pegasus shifter who felt like home.
As the men flew, the wind roared around them, whipping through their hair and leaving it sexily mussed. The strong breeze plastered their pants against their virile, masculine forms, leaving little to Nix’s imagination. Though she did not need her imagination.
Something about flying, about being free in the sky, always made her mates horny.
Their shirtless abs, gleaming in the sunshine, never failed to stroke her fire as well.
The sky was thick with humid mist, the air heavy with moisture and anticipation. The clouds, soft and pillowy, always enveloped them like a secret world.
The ground became a distant memory as their bodies suspended between the earth and the heavens. The sun pierced through the hazy white of the veil of clouds. Beams of golden light cast an ethereal glow over her mates as they soared through the atmosphere.
Nix bit her lip when she noticed Bael’s eyes darkening with something more than the thrill of flight.
Nix slowed down until she hovered over the same cloud. Her mates circled back to join her. She liked to leisurely take in the view every once in a while.
They were up so high now; the clouds curled around them like ghostly limbs trying to keep them up there forever.
“Think I should write a ‘thank you’ card to the wind?” Bael mused as his searing gaze dragged down her body. “Because the way it blows on those nipples and tugs at your dress when we fly does something to me.”
“Agreed.” Persius grinned and gestured to where his growing erection bulged the front of his loose gray pants.
Nix licked her lips.
“Ohhh, there’s that phoenix arousal I smell,” Bael sang out excitedly, rubbing his hands together.
The sun shined over Nix, powerful rays licking over her pores and warming her, but nothing compared to the heat radiating between her and her mates.
Ryker glided over to Nix, his large dragon wings slicing through the air like living blades. His scales glinted in the sunlight, the darkest shade of maroon merlot.
Nix wrapped her arms around Ryker’s neck instinctively. He nuzzled her neck and planted a kiss on her sensitive jugular.
She pressed her hands into his lower back, beneath his wings, and felt the solid power of him beneath her fingers. The muscles there rippled with strength and heat.
“Needy?” Ryker growled onto her neck, calling her out in front of everyone.
Yes. Around her mates, Nix was constantly “needy.”
Her heartbeat quickened at every gust of wind, every surge upward through the thermally charged updraft.
Her other mates drifted closer to her as well, surrounding her from all sides. Wings of stone, black membrane, maroon scales, and white feathers.
“I think she is getting very needy up here,” Bael commented, unraveling his incubus tail and vibrating the triangular tip to tease her.
Flying always got her blood and heart pumping. Surely, she could not be the only one who got horny from flying.
Thierry practically purred against her back shoulder. “Does our mate want to be fucked in the sky again?”
Below, the clouds rolled and shimmered like liquid ivory, curving and folding as if alive, creating hidden pockets of soft mist.
“We are so high up, you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you come on our cocks,” Bael added, smirking.
Nix rolled her eyes but moaned when the incubus’s vibrating tail slithered under her dress and around her waist and stopped right above her pussy.
A little lower, and he would touch her clit, which—of course—he knew. He just liked torturing her.
Thierry leaned closer from behind her, his warmth infiltrating her even through the cool rush of wind. His hot breath seductively brushed over her ear as he murmured “my heart” in French.
His voice was a gravelly, low vibration that thrummed straight between her legs. “Yeah, our mate wants to get fucked.”
A greedy whine escaped the back of Nix’s throat as one of her mates cupped her breasts and fingered her nipples through the thin chainmail dress. The cool metal rubbing against her nipples created a sensitive and powerful sensation.
Another large, warm, masculine hand kneaded her ass cheeks as they bent her to their will, moving her into a position in the air that granted all of them special access.
All of her most sensitive areas were being touched and explored. Breasts, nipples, neck, ears, back, and pussy.
She moaned again, and her mates growled back as they released their cocks from their pants. Thankfully, the wispy white clouds swirled around them like a living veil, soft against their skin, framing them in ethereal isolation.
The overcast cover would prevent anyone from seeing her mates with their asses and cocks bare for viewing as they shoved their waistbands down their toned thighs.
Bael’s vibrating tail settled right over Nix’s pulsing clit, and she howled at the powerful thrum.
“Yes,” she cried out.
One of the men gently stroked her left wing, and her eyes rolled back.
A thick finger prodded her wet entrance. A thumb pressed, lifted, and pressed against her tight, pink sphincter from behind.
“You want more?”
“You want all of us?”
Bael’s tail vibrated against her harder.
Someone’s lips traced the line of her jaw.
She rocked onto the fingers between her legs, trying to push them further inside her. “Please, now,” she begged.
“Pleasure is the only thing—” Persius pinched her nipples. “—you will ever beg for.”
The tip of Bael’s tail suddenly stopped vibrating.
Nix gasped and opened her eyes to glare at the teasing incubus. He thought he could stop without permission?
Grinding her teeth, Nix bent forward, between them, and grabbed Bael’s hard, engorged length. Bael’s jaw dropped, and he groaned, brows furrowing, as she ran her fist up and down his cock.
She tugged him to her until the tip of his arousal kissed her slippery entrance.
“Now,” she demanded and flexed her hips against him. His cock sank inside her, and a low snarl rang from him as his pupils enlarged, making his demonic eyes fully black.
He punched his hips forward, drilling his length completely inside her as he nipped her neck.
“Yes!” Her head fell back, but it was lifted by another male chest as someone sandwiched her from behind.
“Stoney,” Bael said and slapped Nix’s ass. The incubus then massaged her lower cheeks and spread them open for Thierry. “Let’s give our mate a special ride, yeah?”
Thierry, able to “mold” the shape of his cock to any texture of stone as a gargoyle shifter, eased his as-smooth-and-hard-as-glass cock inside her.
Once settled, he transformed his glassy length into small, ribbed spheres, connected by a rigid shaft. The man had basically just “made” his own anal beads for her, conforming to what would best fit her at the angle.
“Oh gods!” Nix’s eyes clenched shut as she felt Bael’s tail activate once more with powerful vibrations over her clit. Her inner muscles tightened over their cocks inside her.
Ryker and Persius’s hands drifted down their muscular abdomens to wrap around their own aroused lengths.
“I think it is time we try something new,” Bael said, smiling devilishly.
New? No. Nix was about to come already.
“I’ve always wanted to try something…in the sky like this.”
Nix tried to grind against him, to get Bael to focus and thrust.
When she opened her eyes, she saw how he grinned over her shoulder at Thierry.
“Ready?” Bael mouthed to the gargoyle shifter behind her.
Nix murmured, “What are you…”
Thierry whispered into Nix’s ear and teased the first spherical shape out of her ass, stretching her deliciously, “Did you know that the sensation of falling creates an intense psychological and physical response?”
Nix…did not like where this was going.
“For example,” Bael said. “Both a roller coaster and an orgasm trigger the same release of pleasure-inducing hormones. Endorphins, adrenaline, and dopamine. Which, together, are known to cause the feeling of euphoria.”
“Bael…” Nix warned.
“I think you’re going to love this.”
And suddenly, the threesome was tipped over completely, as Bael and Thierry retracted their wings and dipped her into a graceful yet terrifying spiral.
The motion sent her stomach soaring in a delicious flutter as the clouds rushed past, white and silver puffs against the bright golden sun.
As they had guessed, the unique physical sensation of weightlessness during the drop shifted her organs, contributing to the overall feeling of excitement and novelty.
Inexplicably, her pussy tightened around Bael, tighter and tighter, clenching him. He groaned and thrust wildly, with abandon, as they free-fell.
His cock rammed inside her again and again, hitting her so deep, as gravity forced him in harder. Meanwhile, Thierry groped her breasts and pinned her ass onto his cock as he lightly teased his metamorphosed anal-bead-like length in and out of her.
The fall’s anticipation of fear and excitement, and the unique physical sensations, all built and swirled inside Nix, creating a kind of “high.”
Nix could not help but grin ear to ear, feeling like a crazy person let free. It was like sticking her head out of a speeding car, multiplied by ten. The physical and emotional sensations were so powerful that the sudden rush of feeling left Nix disoriented and euphoric.
Bael’s tail sped up its vibrations over her clit as he thrust and thrust into her clenching pussy. Her inner walls closed in around his cock, squeezing, and Bael’s back tendons tensed as his pleasure peaked. Nix’s back bowed as Thierry continued his expert manipulations.
“Yes, YES.”
The whistling, rush of air around them became a private symphony—the high-pitched hiss of wind shearing past their wings, the quickening sound of their heartbeats in their ears, and Nix’s metal chainmail dress rattling violently as it flapped in the air.
Every sound drove her higher and higher.
Her orgasm climbed and climbed as she whined for it to claim her completely.
“Yes…” she cried.
When Bael and Thierry finally brought her back to a hovering pause above a soft, golden cloudbank, the world held its breath.
Nix desperately clutched them as she came around their cocks. Ryker, Persius, Bael, and Thierry all released loud bellows and groans as they reached their release. She felt their hot come against her as she came and came and came.
“See?” Bael asked mischievously, very proud of himself.
Nix wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and he bent down to kiss her.
The meeting of their lips was slow, teasing, and full of adoration. For a Hell demon, his kisses felt like Heaven. Her other mates took turns kissing her and caressing her hot skin.
Every movement was heightened by the altitude and adrenaline—the sharp tang of ozone in the air, the dizzying drop beneath them, and the endless sky stretching in every direction.
Nix used to be so focused on time—on wasting it, on running out of it.
Up here, where air, sunlight, and freedom collided, the rhythm of their powerful wings mirrored the steady beat of their hearts. The adoration they all showed her warmed her like little sunbeams.
Suspended in the limitless, intoxicating sky, time was meaningless.
And the future was vast.
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THE END.