Chapter 39 #2
Poor Ash is still shackled to the cross and can only turn his head. But his rugged face is ruddy with arousal and naked with need. His silver eyes burn like stars and his massive dick, underside studded with his rows of piercings, juts before him in silhouette like a knight’s jousting spear.
“I’m already slick as a greased pig, princess,” our Seelie says breathlessly. “But if you wanna lube me up some more, you go right ahead.”
“With an invite like that, you’re gonna trigger my pegging fetish,” I say with a grin.
Because, yeah, I kinda do have one.
Let’s just say, at minimum, I wouldn’t mind getting better acquainted with some of my guys via the joys of a strap-on dick.
“Geez Louise,” Ash groans. “Now you’re gonna peg me? I swear to heck, this harem’s gonna kill me.”
Zephyr is crouching behind Ash, closely examining the swiftly healing welts that mark his consort’s thighs.
Now the Dark Fae King flows gracefully to his feet and pivots toward me with a liquid bow. “Do you wish to precede us, my bride?”
Sweet Jesus. That offer’s tempting as fuck.
But fair’s fair.
Ash and I fuck on the regular.
For V and Ash, it’s their very first time.
Especially since even V is waiting to hear what I’ll say.
“Color me curious, big man,” I admit to Ash. “But I’ll wait till the Goblin King’s finished. Gotta leave something for the rest of the honeymoon, don’t I?”
“We’ll pencil you in, little queen,” Vasili murmurs. “If you plan to start pegging, I imagine several men in this polycule will fight to be first in line.”
I know without him telling me that my snake’s not one of them.
Not right now.
I’m guessing that’s a game I’ll only play with the men in this harem who aren’t my alphas.
“No fighting in the harem,” I stipulate. “When we’re all ready, everyone who’s into it, we’ll just roll dice or something.”
All three of these guys are still watching me. So I put an extra sway in my step as I close the distance between us.
But, right now, it’s my dominant alpha who’s sucking all the oxygen outta this room for me.
Vasili’s silver shag of hair has grown past his shoulders, all shifty-swifty.
Plus he’s gotten less compulsive about cutting it lately, since we all praise him so lavishly for growing it.
Now he looks more than ever like the Goblin King in Labyrinth .
Supple and flawless, with his tall frame gilded in Avalon moonlight and lavender witchfire glowing in his hair.
Framed in the razor-sharp angles and shadows of his face, Vasili’s glacier-blue gaze takes its sweet time sliding over my own body, appreciating the swing of my hips and the sway of my tits and the glisteny slick of my well-licked pussy.
Finally, he focuses on the tube of lube I’m still brandishing.
“Honestly speaking, Ash is so well-stretched and ready for me I barely need that lubricant. But it wouldn’t do to be… impolite.” V’s lips curl in a wicked grin that lets his fangs peep out. “Will you do the honors, little queen?”
A ripple of anticipation quickens my breath and tightens my nipples to pebbles.
Especially when Zephyr moves up next to him. Now both erect and straining royal cocks—my Goblin King and my Dark Fae King—are poised nicely within my reach.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” I grin and squeeze a generous puddle of lube into my palm. Once both hands are nice and drippy, I wrap a hand around each of their dicks—Vasili’s and Zephyr’s—and slick them up slowly from balls to tip.
Zephyr snakes an arm around my neck and pulls me into a fiery kiss that claims me and brands me, spiked with his distinctive cloves-and-nutmeg spice.
From the dragonlair below our tower, Xhevith bugles with pleasure and triumph. That dragon has an empathic bond with Zephyr, so he always shares his rider’s pleasure.
Vasili closes his slim hand over mine, so the two of us are jacking Zephyr together, which makes Z breathe out, “ Yesss… ”
While I inhale the heady aroma of V’s alpha pheromones and Zephyr’s burnt amber scent, Vasili’s free hand glides up my side to cup the tender weight of my boob.
I’m getting bustier already with this triple shifter pregnancy. Under the pinch and tug of his cruel fingers, my nipple swells like a cherry.
Especially when V tugs and twists my nipple ring the exact way he knows drives me crazy.
I gasp and arch into my alpha’s touch, barely holding it together enough to keep jacking the two hard cocks in my grip.
Zephyr’s kiss deepens, like he wants to crawl down my throat and gut me.
Vasili thrusts into my fist in his demanding way.
Because of our mating bond, and because we’re all linked, I can sense Zephyr’s hand slipping between V’s thighs to cup his swollen balls in a possessive grip.
Vasili hisses and buries his face in Zephyr’s neck.
“No biting,” I remind V breathlessly between kisses. “Not unless Zephyr says yes.”
“Oh, he’ll beg for my bite in due course, won’t you, Your Radiance?” Vasili gives Zephyr’s dick a wicked squeeze.
His Radiance groans into my mouth in what could either be protest or conditional agreement. With these two, there’s honestly no way to know. They’re the most volatile and unpredictable pairing in this harem.
Vasili hums in reply, tweaks my nipple to make me moan, then slips away from us both. “But first things first.”
He means Ash.
Poor Ash, who’s still manacled to the cross with his dick hard weeping a steady drizzle of precum on the floor. Watching the three of us bond with his face blazing with love.
Zephyr and I break apart, his single eye burning and his face fierce, my lips tingling and bruised from the force of our kiss. My pussy ripples and clenches, tight with need.
“Yeah, Ash first,” I gasp. “He needs us.”
V and Zephyr might not always have gotten along (to put it really mildly). But right now, they’re vibing just fine.
The three of us turn in unison toward the Seelie Prince who’s manacled to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
When Vasili slithers into place behind Ash, Zephyr grips V’s waist from behind and murmurs in his ear, “I’ll tell you how he likes best to be fucked. Fingers first. Two to start, because he’s already prepped.”
“Is that the faculty talking?” Vasili turns his head to fuse Zephyr’s mouth with his in a scorching kiss.
Oh fuck me.
Fuck my life.
I’m literally gonna self-combust on the spot if Zephyr really plans to talk Vasili through this entire fuck like it’s a classroom lecture.
Especially since Vasili seems inclined to let him.
Judging from the heartfelt groan Ash lets out and the way he arches his back and pushes his ass into V’s probing touch, Ash feels the same way.
“There. Nicely done. Do you see?” Zephyr’s gray silk voice unspools through the night. “He likes that. Add another finger and you’ll really hear him moan.”
I sidle around to face Ash from the front. Just to see the look on his face—eyes closed, brow furrowed, lips parted and breathless—as our snake finger-fucks him for the very first time.
Our Seelie Prince is so gorgeous I can’t resist trailing a hand over his muscled pecs, slick with sweat, and the tight pink nub of his nipple. I just appreciate the hell out of him. Once upon a time, fucking Ash was the gateway for bringing Zephyr and me together.
But I love Ash for his own sake.
Always have. Always will.
Ash’s silver eyes flash open and blaze down into mine. “Be an angel and help a guy out, will ya, princess?”
My gaze drops to his cock.
It’s a two-hander, biggest dick in this whole harem, veined and swollen and twitching with need. That double row of silver studs along the underside of his proud shaft is literally begging for my tongue.
“Sure thing.” I lick my lips and sink to my knees. My fingers trace the flexing vee of his Adonis belt and the powerful bulge of his quads.
The Fae are not hirsute as a general rule, and Ash is no exception. The only body hair on him anywhere, aside from his spiky head, are the tufts of pewter under his upraised arms and the thick bush around his cock.
Zephyr’s silken murmur into Vasili’s ear twines through the night. “Now you can feed him your lovely cock, beautiful one. Not too much at once. Make him beg for it.”
Ash groans and writhes under my hands.
Oh, yowsa.
I wrap my goopy fingers, still slick with residual lube, around Ash’s thick base with both hands. He’s hot and tensile and twitches at my touch. His big body tenses and strains to reach me.
But he can’t, because he’s shackled in place.
“You look really good like this, Ash,” I breathe against his cockhead, just brushing his slit with my lips.
“Glad I don’t… disappoint. Oh, Geezus !”
Judging by the timber of that yelp, Ash is getting his first taste of Goblin King dick. Thanks to our mating bond, I know Vasili’s just worked his way past that first tight ring of muscle.
“Exquisite,” V purrs, sounding a bit breathless himself.
“Take your time with him,” Zephyr urges, all husky with anticipation. “He’s a feast to be savored.”
Well, the Dark Fae King certainly has that right.
I wrap my lips around Ash’s engorged cock and circle the swollen head with my tongue, which does indeed make him beg. Now Ash is trying to fuck my mouth and fuck himself back onto Vasili’s dick simultaneously.
But the manacles won’t let him do anything but tremble and squirm and moan things like please and damn and more and oh geez, princess, you’re killing me, both of you, all of you…
Needless to say, that Seelie doesn’t hold out long.
Under the rhythmic suck of my mouth milking him up front and the supple piston of V’s cock reaming him from behind, Ash shudders violently and spills spurt after spurt of salty cum into my mouth with a shout they can probably hear all over the city.
And I know Ash clamps down around V when he comes, because the high-pitched “Aaaaah!” of rapture our snake makes when he comes is another sound I’m extremely familiar with.
The short sharp cry of Zephyr’s climax, spiraling through the night a heartbeat later, is like an added bonus.
I can’t see a damn thing except Ash’s sweat-slicked abs from where I’m kneeling.
But I don’t have a mating bond with my snake for nothing.
In the enemies-to-lovers dynamic they’ve been rocking between them, V and Z haven’t navigated their way to who fucks who yet.
But Vasili did just let Zephyr tuck his royal Dark Fae cock into the crack of Vasili’s cute butt, frot against him in a way that must’ve been hella hot to see and I’m really sorry I missed, and spill all over his ass.
Now Vasili is dripping with royal Dark Fae spunk.
Ash will be squishing with Vasili’s cum when he walks.
And I just swallowed a protein shake to make up for all the haute cuisine at the wedding reception I was too excited and distracted to eat.
It’s Max who finally eases me to my feet from behind.
For his efforts, that dragon gets a cumsticky kiss dripping with Ash’s spunk (which he totally does not seem to mind).
Then, for the cherry on top of our wedding night sundae, Max leans in to share Ash’s cum with him in a slow, careful, serious dragon kiss that he gives Ash every opportunity to evade.
Needless to say, Ash isn’t in an evading sorta mood.
When we unbuckle his restraints, Ash is limp and boneless with release.
Ash slumps trustingly into Max’s arms and mine, so we all stagger to the bed together.
Vasili and Zephyr can barely stand and need to lean on each other to kinda fall sideways into the bed.
Lucius has Neo totally knotted, both of them draped facedown and panting over the padded spanking bench, with Lucius collapsed on top.
Lucius has his face buried in Neo’s neck, so he can lick that half-healed mating bite my wolf king finally gave our bookworm as a pre-wedding present.
Neo’s face is turned toward me, glasses crooked on his nose, magenta curls spilling over one eye.
But my fated mate is wearing a goofy, happy, totally satisfied grin so wide I can practically see his molars.
“All good, baby?” I murmur out loud, just for the joy of hearing his voice.
“So good, babe,” Neo mumbles, sex-drunk. “So good. You?”
“Hard yes on that one.” I flop over in bed to see Mordred and Ronin still going at it.
Despite his recent climax all over Mordred’s face, Ronin is hard again, his Prince Albert piercing bouncing with every energetic thrust. Needless to say, that sex demon he’s boning has the stamina of a battery-operated bunny.
But I swear to fuck, the next orgasm Ronin gets tonight is gonna be one I give him.
Heavily I flounder out of Max’s arms, with him generously using his strength to help me. Then I crawl across the tangled bodies of assorted Fae and warlock lovers to reach Ronin and the kraken.
And one of the joys of having the Icarus Academy’s strongest Valyrian telepath as a mate is that Ronin already totally knows what I’m planning.
And that Brit is here for it.
“Blimey, love. This what you’re wanting then?” Ronin stops fucking himself on Mordred’s dicks long enough to wrap his arms around me, help me straddle Mordred’s swarthy waist with my back to the kraken, crush my tits into Ronin’s sweat-slick chest, and pull me onto his own unstoppable boner.
“Oh fuck,” I moan at Ronin, feeling the way he fills me, all the way to my cervix. “You were the first, you know that? First guy in our polycule I ever fucked.”
“Not likely to forget, am I?” Always a man of many talents, Ronin is fucking both of us, getting DP’ed by Mordred and dicking me simultaneously.
With the hard quickening pace he’s setting, Ronin’s gonna get all three of us off like rockets on the Fourth of July.
Still, when that happens, I want Mordred to be linked with me the way he is with Ronin. That kraken has been alone and lonely for way too much of his life.
That alone and lonely part of his life is definitely over.
“So, hey, Aquaman.” Arching my back to let Ronin thrust deeper into me (which also lets him suckle my tits, which he’s incredibly ruthless and skilled at doing), I tilt my head back to lock onto Mordred’s smoldery stare.
“Yo, baby queen.” The kraken’s hands close around my hips, fingers kneading my ass. “Thanks for the view of this fine behind.”
“I think I can offer you more than just a view.” I rock into Ronin’s dick in a way that makes all of us moan in unison. “I still have two holes free, kraken. How about we test-drive those tentacles?”