Chapter 10 – Forrest
FORREST
I’m crouching in the shadows of the jungle, with Harold breathing down my neck. “Where the hell is he?”
“I don’t know,” Harold whispers, looking to the bright temple. “But he should be out by now.”
This isn’t good. Byron is a soldier. And he’s damned good at his job. If he hasn’t come out yet, it’s because something went wrong.
Two people stumble through a path in the woods, laughing drunkenly. They head into the temple, and disappear.
I sigh, standing up. “I think we need to go in.”
“How?” Harold asks. “If Eros catches us, he’ll mount us to the top of his temple for eternity. If we’re lucky.”
I look at my brother. “We just try to blend in.”
His brows disappear into his blond hair. “I’m not pretending to want to have sex with you.”
I laugh. “Fuck, that’s gross. No, we just act like his magic is calling us. We’ll figure out what to do next once we get inside.”
Harold runs his hand through his hair. “I guess I don’t have a better plan.”
“Darn right. Let’s go.”
We try to act like two people drunk on the lustful magic that draws the humans to this place, but Harold does an awful job. Me? I’m not so bad.
When we are almost in the room, we see the two people who came in ahead of us. A tiny creature taps their shoulders and hands them drinks. The two chug them, and then go right back to making out.
I wait until Eros’ little creatures leave, then start forward through the entryway and into the massive room.
We stand in the shadows for a moment, staring around the room.
There are a lot of humans having sex on beds around the room, and even a few fucking in the little bubbling tub in the center of the room.
But where’s Byron?
And then… I see him. And I can’t stop seeing him.
A woman is on top of him. No, not a woman. A goddess. I know her immediately as Medusa, not just because of her dark glasses, but because of her description.
Her hands are in her dark hair as she rides my brother.
Her eyes are closed, and her head is thrown back.
She’s got the kind of face that men dream of, but my gaze slides past it to her breasts.
They’re beautiful. Just big enough to fit in my hands.
And even though she’s a small girl, I don’t think I’d need more than her beautiful pink-tipped breasts.
I imagine myself sliding between them. I bet they’d wrap my cock just perfectly.
And then, I look further down. Over her smooth stomach to her pussy. My brother is inside her. She’s bare, open, and I can see how wet she is from here.
Gods damn it, I’m going to lose it. I’ve never wanted a woman like this before.
But I’m celibate. Like my brother! Well, like my brother was!
And yet, if she came to me and wrapped those legs around me… I wouldn’t turn her away.
One of the little creatures presses a mug into my hands. I drink it without thought, aware that’s what a human would do in this situation, and barely feel it as they take it back from me.
Harold gives his empty drink back to the creature and comes to stand next to me. “What is he doing?”
“Her, apparently.”
“But Byron isn’t like that. He’s focused. Dedicated.” He grabs his head. “Shit, is your head spinning?”
My head isn’t spinning, but my vision is blurring. I move to the woman as if compelled by a force greater than myself. I sense Harold moving beside me, and suddenly, we’re both standing in front of her.
Byron’s gaze swings to us. “What are you waiting for?”
Her head turns to us. “Harold… and you’re…?” her question is broken off by a moan.
“Forrest,” I mumble, curling my hands to stop from touching her.
Her lips quirk. “Well, I think you boys are overdressed.”
I freeze. Did I hear her right? “You want us inside of you?”
She smiles, presses her hands onto Byron’s shoulders and rides him harder. “Better hurry.”
I swear to the gods I’ve never gotten my clothes off that fast. But in seconds, I’m naked. And so is Harold.
The bastard doesn’t hesitate for a second.
He climbs on the bed behind her and positions himself at her ass.
At first I think he’s going to plunge right in, but instead he runs his hand down her back while he reaches for her ass.
His thumb presses inside of her, and she groans and bucks against him.
I’m so fucking turned on I think I might lose my mind. But then, she lifts her head, grabs my dick, and pulls me closer. When her tongue licks my tip, a string of curses explode from my lips. This woman isn’t a goddess. She’s a damned siren, luring me to my doom.
Unlike those freaking sirens who had to imprison me to keep me from leaving.
And yet, as she begins to lick my balls I don’t give a damn. I dig my hands into the back of her hair and pull her closer. When she takes my shaft deep into her throat, I growl and thrust all the way in.
She chokes around my shaft as Harold thrusts into her from behind. For a second I think about pulling back, and then she starts to hum. I’m in fucking heaven. Or maybe hell.
I’m thrusting, and she’s taking every damn inch of me. And my dick is shaking with a need to explode. In that second I’m glad I masturbated just a few hours earlier, or else things would be over long before they started.
And yet, she’s so freaking good. Her hot mouth seals around me like something made for draining a man’s seed.
I grab her hair and force her to take me deeper, feeling my head spinning as I get closer and closer to the edge. Watching my brothers inside of her doesn’t help my control. They thrust in and out, taking her like madmen as she moves against them.
It’s strangely erotic. Feeling her sucking me, while I watch them fuck her. When she scrapes her teeth gently along my shaft, I fucking explode, filling her with my cum.
This god damn siren doesn’t mind one bit. She sucks me clean as she orgasms with the two dicks inside of her, then, finally, lets me pop out of her mouth.
Collapsing between my two satisfied brothers, she gazes up at me.
“Want to try it in the water next?”
I think the three of us more than made up for our twenty years of celibacy. We took turns fucking her. We fucked her at the same time. Hell, we fucked her upside down.
And then, we climbed into bed around her, holding her as if she was our whole world.
“I think I love you,” Harold whispered, kissing her neck.
She laughed softly. “All right, big boy. All right.”
I don’t know what I thought would happen next, but hours later I opened my eyes.
My head no longer swam. The temple no longer blazed with a golden light.
Instead, we were lying on a massive, flat stone.
Not a soft bed. Sleeping humans were lying on the same stone beds.
All the beauty and magic of the night was gone.
All that remained was the sun’s early morning light just barely illuminating the temple.
Rubbing my head, I untangled myself from the pile of naked limbs and stare at our bed. Medusa was a beauty between us. Her glasses askew. Her hair tangled around her like a lover. She was the most incredible creature I’d ever come into contact with.
And yet, last night some ambrosia made us throw away twenty years of celibacy.
The thought makes me feel as if I’ve swallowed a stone. We had a plan for the future. We’d finally get a chance at impregnating one of the female gargoyles. Of having a child.
Shit. What did we do?
It was strange. I feel sick at the idea that our plans are ruined. But did I regret my night with the woman?
I didn’t know.
And that bothers me.
But how will Byron react? He was going to be angry. Having a woman and a child had been his obsession for years.
Damn it, well, I guess we have to handle this, either way.
“Byron? Harold?” I whisper, shaking the two gargoyles. They winced and wrap themselves more securely around the beautiful woman.
Sorry guys, we have to get back to reality.
Shaking them again, I watch as Byron’s eyes slide open. Without hesitation, he shoots awake, panic in his eyes. Looking down at Medusa, his eyes widen.
He shoves away from her, waking both her and Harold.
“What’s wrong?” she mumbles, sleepily.
“We fucked you, that’s what’s wrong!” he shouts.
Some of the humans start to stir.
They’re going to have a lot of questions. Questions we don’t want to answer.
“We need to get out of here,” I say, feeling panicked.
Medusa scrambles off the bed, grabbing her dress and putting it on in a rush. Then, she moves away from us to hover near the entrance to the temple, her arms wrapped around her body in a way that’s strangely vulnerable. I have the sudden urge to go to her and pull her into a hug.
Yes, we were all facing the fact that we’d lost our future.
But she’d been drugged by freakin’ Eros too. Had she even wanted to sleep with her kidnappers? The question makes me feel sick.
I rise, dressing and stuffing my feet into my shoes. Adjusting my t-shirt, I move to her. “Medusa?”
Her shoulders stiffen, and she doesn’t look back at me. “Yup?”
The bravo in her voice seems at such odds with her hunched shoulders and tightly clenched arms that I don’t know quite what to expect.
“Are you okay?”
She turns, and I know she’s staring at me, even though I can’t quite see her eyes through her sunglasses. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
I move a little closer, watching the sun rising about the jungle top. “Maybe because of all the sex and drugs?” I try to keep my voice light and teasing, hoping to put her more at ease.
“You’re three hot gargoyles. I’m the monster. If anyone’s regretting last night, I’m thinking it’s the three of you.”
I’m shocked by how cruel her words are to herself. “You’re a beautiful woman who got drugged into sleeping with three men she barely knows. You have a right to be upset.”
Her shoulders shake a little, and I curse myself for being so blunt. “Whatever, it’s fine.”
“It’s not,” I tell her, and I’m surprised by the anger in my voice. I’m not an angry guy. I’m a guy who likes to joke and laugh. “If I ever see that fucking Eros, I’m going to punch him in the face just for you.”
To my surprise, she laughs. “I think that might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Then you must be surrounded by a lot of assholes,” I blurt out.
She finally releases her arms and turns to look at me. She's so damn beautiful in the morning light. “What, have you been stalking me?”
I feel my face wrinkle in confusion.
She leans closer. “Because the only men I know are assholes.”
My smile comes easily. “That can’t be true.”
We both jump a little as Byron pushes between us, muttering curses.
She looks at me again and raises a brow.
For some reason, I start to laugh. In seconds, she’s laughing too.
The pressure on my chest lessens. I didn’t like the thought of her regretting her night with us, with her hating me.
Harold comes slowly behind us. “We need to get out of here.”
I stiffen. “But the artifact—“
“We got it.”
He can’t seem to look up. His blond hair is an absolute mess, and he looks like he wishes he could force his massive frame to be less noticeable.
And I know why. Because suddenly all the beauty of this morning is gone.
We’ve gotten what we need here. We have more to do, but each step brings us closer to home.
Which means Medusa doesn’t have much longer to live.