Chapter 39
Zara
“Freckles!” Ash howls, at a totally impressive volume.
With a deft twist, V pulls short just in time to avoid delivering another lash with that wicked flogger whose rawhide tails have left precise lines of welting up and down Ash’s inner thighs.
With every stroke, that snake has been inching closer and closer to poor Ash’s exposed and trembling balls.
“Geez Louise,” Ash pants into the sex-drenched silence. “You finally made me say it. Freckles, okay?”
It’s the fucking anticipation of the next blow—inching ever closer to that uber-vulnerable portion of his anatomy—more than the pain of the blows he’s already taken.
That’s what has finally broken Ash.
If any of us doubted V’s precision or his control, those doubts have been blown to smithereens.
In the periphery of this turbocharged scene where he’s been lurking the whole time, Zephyr is visibly tensed to spring. The Dark Fae King has been watching V deliver every stroke, measuring the impact of every blow on his consort’s tender flesh, with his jade eye narrowed in focus.
But Zephyr doesn’t need to intervene to save Ash.
Because Vasili purrs, “Very good, darling,” then returns the flogger to Zephyr with a graceful flourish.
Zephyr looks younger without his eyepatch.
Less hardened and more vulnerable.
I freaking love that Z feels safe enough to leave that thing off for tonight’s performance. Because he’s hella self-conscious about the scars that (in his view) are flaws in his Dark Fae beauty.
Scars his eyepatch normally hides.
Now, while Zephyr runs the tails through his fingers and watches the scene curiously with his green head cocked, V slithers up behind Ash and murmurs in his pointed ear, “You’ve done so well for me, darling. Do you want to cum around this dildo or my cock?”
Because, yeah, poor Ash has taken this whole flogging with Zephyr’s well-lubed dildo buried balls deep in Ash’s accommodating ass.
Not to mention Ash’s own impressive dick, erect and straining and clearly aching to be touched, jutting below the trusses of the X-shaped cross he’s shackled to.
“I wanna cum for you, beautiful.” Ash leans his forehead against the cross and pants. “Shoot. I figure you earned it.”
I definitely notice Ash isn’t calling Vasili “kid” anymore either.
Zephyr returns his floggers with careful precision to their place of honor on the wall. Where I suspect his well-trained servants have a protocol in place to tend and clean everything that needs tending and cleaning, because his toys are always impeccable.
Meanwhile, Vasili works the dildo deftly out of Ash’s well-prepped ass.
Being Vasili, of course he takes his time.
Teasing and easing the lubed shaft in and out of Ash’s hungry hole, while I watch with fascination from the bed. The Seelie Prince moans and leans into the friction and takes all those hard inches railing him again and again.
The whole time, V nips Ash’s vulnerable neck with his razor-sharp fangs and hisses in Ash’s ear how much they’re both going to enjoy what’s coming next.
I already came twice for Max.
Hard.
So my pussy is dripping with dragon spunk.
My dragon king has gotten a tiny bit less obsessed lately about pushing every single drop of his spilled jizz back into me, since we’re already pregnant and one of my kiddos is his.
So Max is satisfied (for the moment) spent and crouched between my casually spread thighs, lazily lapping up rivulets of his cum and my own copious juices as they trickle from my cunt.
He’s basically worshipping my well-used pussy with his incredibly devoted tongue.
Moaning with pleasure, I roll onto my tummy and stuff a pillow under my hips to give Max plenty of access to my hooch. Then I prop my chin on my folded arms to fully appreciate the rest of the proceedings.
My entire body is humming with sex.
And it’s not only because of what Max is doing back there.
It’s not only because Lucius has Neo bent over Zephyr’s cushioned spanking bench (ostensibly to help familiarize our bookworm with the gear).
My wolf king is finally giving Neo what he’s been begging for.
Carefully— so carefully, with many safety checks and whispers of reassurance—Lucius is working his knot into our bookworm’s eager hole.
Neo is speechless with sensation and happiness, completely overcome, and just keeps telling Lucius repeatedly how much he loves him.
“I mean it, Lucius… I really do… oh wow. ” Neo’s voice breaks on a long whine as Lucius works his knot deeper into Neo’s well-stretched hole. “Love you. I love you. Love you all so much.”
“I adore you, dear boy. I would kill for you. We’d all kill for you.” Lucius is guttural with effort, but resolutely not shifting.
That’s because Neo doesn’t seem to share Ronin’s filthy fetish for shifty sex.
I mean, you know, not yet.
My constant state of arousal isn’t even totally due to Mordred sexing us all up with quarts of incubus rizz, while he and Ronin get to know each other better ( much better) in the bed behind me.
Still, I sneak a peek back there to confirm what I’m already picking up from Ronin through our bond.
Ronin loves a good sixty-nine as much as I do.
Right now, he’s sitting on Mordred’s face.
Plus Ronin’s got his talented mouth wrapped around Mordred’s primary dick. He’s bobbing up and down on the kraken’s swollen purple cock, crown to base and back, like a porn star.
Fuck.
Me.
Backwards .
Mordred is simultaneously rimming Ronin.
Which makes our resident Brit alternately swear and gasp out riffs of breathless laughter, like the total psycho he is.
But now that our sex demon has tongue-fucked Ronin’s hole and jacked Ronin’s pierced dick until Ronin came all over Mordred’s face with a shout, Mordred settles down to the serious business of lubing Ronin up to take both his dicks.
Yeah.
You heard that right.
Ronin’s getting ready to fuck himself senseless on both Mordred’s dicks at once.
That’s a double penetration (I mean, both kraken cocks in one hole) that even I haven’t been able to swing yet.
It’s, like, an aspirational goal.
Hearing my thought, Ronin lifts his head from Mordred’s swollen and eager cock, all shiny with saliva and precum, to give me a lazy wink.
“No worries, love,” Ronin murmurs. “Mordred and I will show you how it’s done, won’t we?”
Mordred stops moaning and thrusting into the divine suck of Ronin’s mouth long enough to peer around Ronin’s sexy ass with his smoldery purple eyes at me. “No need to wait, baby queen. Imma break out the tentacles—”
“Hold that thought for me, okay, Aquaman?” I say. Because my maiden voyage with Mordred’s kraken and his tentacles deserves my full attention.
Right now I’m deeply invested in that Zephyr-Ash-Vasili climax we’ve all been waiting months to manifest.
“More kraken for me then.” Ronin swings around to straddle Mordred’s hips with his supple grace, then flashes him that lazy grin that still breaks hearts across the Icarus Academy. “And I won’t mind your extra bits either, will I, love?”
Oh, yum.
Looks like Ronin’s all ready to join me as a founding member in this polycule’s chapter of the Tentacle Sex Club.
Mordred opens his mouth for some sex demon sass.
But he never gets a word in.
That’s because Ronin positions Mordred’s front dick just right, then sinks down slowly , engulfing all that girth—inch by inch—in his incredibly impressive ass.
Mordred grits his teeth and arches his back so his neck is bared and straining and basically just loses himself in the whole experience.
When Ronin reaches behind himself to seize our kraken’s back-door dick (which is a little smaller, but not much) and starts working that tool into Ronin’s well-stretched hole as well, Mordred groans like his soul’s getting squeezed out.
“Not gonna lie, hot stuff,” the demon pants. “I think I mighta just died… and gone to… sex demon heaven.”
“Welcome to the pearly gates.” Ronin grins down at him.
By now I’m humming with so much amperage I’m afraid of giving Max’s diligently working tongue an electric shock. Gently I pull away, gather myself off the pillow onto my knees, then crawl around to pull Max into a slow deep kiss that drips with his seed and my musk.
Max rumbles happily, deep in his chest—that’s his dragon sounding off—and wraps me in one of his fiery Sagittarius hugs.
My own inner dragon croons in reply.
I graze the silver barbells that pierce Max’s nipples (we love piercings in this harem). Then I cup Max’s bristly face tenderly between my hands.
“Go help Neo with Lucius, big guy,” I whisper against his mouth. “Would you like that?”
His golden dragon eyes burn into mine.
“I will always obey you, my sovereign,” Max growls. “But this, I will do for pleasure.”
He rolls lithely off the bed and stalks to the spanking bench, which gives me a gorgeous view of his tight ass flexing and sporting that golden Black Sea suntan.
I’m so happy Max doesn’t see the need to reach for the robe Zephyr gave him to cover his scarred back, a garment that got discarded while we were fucking.
That dragon is getting comfy being nakey around even the newest additions to our harem.
A soul-deep groan from Ash pulls me back to the scene going down around the St. Andrew’s Cross.
While I’ve been distracted, the Goblin King has finally stopped teasing Ash with his sex toy.
That dildo has gone to wherever Zephyr’s cleaning crew of helpful house elves will expect to find it later, I guess.
That means I’m just in time to experience the pleasure of Vasili fucking Ash for the first time.
I crawl off the bed, grab a discarded tube of lube (with eight warlocks, we use gallons in this polycule), and saunter over to Vasili. “Something you think you might need, bad boy?”
All three of them turn to face me.