49. Iris
Iris
“Idon’t know,” I say between tears, because I haven’t gotten a clue.
I thought I was strong, that I could handle all this, but I’m overwhelmed by everything that’s happened. I’ve mourned my mother’s death for so many years and now it’s this open wound again. Not to mention processing everything else that’s happened over the past few days.
“I just want to feel like me again,” I tell him.
The Slayer looks at me, perplexed by what I mean and by the goddess, he’s trying so hard. I grab his wrists and squeeze, knowing that with him I can fall apart. He doesn’t expect me to keep my shit together. He loves me in any shape or form I come in.
“I feel guilty,” I rasp the words out.
His dark eyebrows slant down as he searches my face, like staring at me will give him the answers he wants.
“Why would you ever feel guilty?” he asks, and I know guilt isn’t really an emotion he feels often, or really ever.
I lick my lips as I try to word this the right way.
“My mom died because she was trying to protect me and all these years I thought it was magic gone wrong. For so long, I was angry at her for experimenting with magic in a way that would take her away from me, but to find out that I was the reason is hard.”
The Slayer shakes his head vehemently. “This is not your fault. The only person to blame is Celeste. She created your fate, she took your mother away from you, she sent you to the void. None of this is your fault and your mother would say the same.”
He’s so sure of the words and I know he’s right, that I shouldn’t shoulder all of this.
“I want to let it all go,” I tell him and he nods.
“Do you need Adam?”
I bite my lip, thinking about how good he is at shutting down my busy head and just making me feel good. But I also want the Slayer’s softness.
“I want you both.”
The Slayer licks his lips, and I can tell Adam is speaking to him, as he nods his agreement to their conversation that I’m not privy too.
“You’re sure this is what you need?” he asks me and I grab each side of his face, bringing him in for a kiss.
As his lips touch mine, it quantifies that everything we went through was for this, so that we could all be together. I know I can’t let Celeste win in the end by feeling sad. I’m supposed to live this life fully, and that’s what I intend to do.
The Slayer moans into my mouth, and I pull away.
“Are you going to give me your true name?” I ask, completely ignoring that I’ve heard it before. It was his to give, not hers.
The side of his lips turn up as he says his name softly. “Atilius.”
“I love you, Atilius,” I whisper right back and the smile that takes over his face is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“I love you endlessly, my sweet Iris,” he says before his lips crash back against mine.
He kisses me with passionate longing, letting me direct the intensity of the kiss. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he picks me up and brings me over to the bed gently. His hands shake slightly as he grips my waist, staring down at me, like he doesn’t know what he wants to do.
“Undress me,” I tell him, and he nods, springing into action by unbuttoning my jeans and rolling them down my legs, peppering my skin with kisses along the way.
He rolls up my shirt and I help him take it off; I lie before him in just my panties and no bra; he stares at my breasts like they’re the most marvelous thing he’s seen.
“Your beauty is transcendent. Every second of the last millennia waiting for you was worth it,” he says, kissing up my stomach, before his mouth lands on one of my breasts, sucking in my nipple, as he hums in pleasure.
“I need you, Slay—Atilius,” I tell him and he licks my nipple.
“I’ll always be your Slayer. Always. My true name stays between us,” he tells me and I rest further back onto the bed, waiting to see what he does next, which is to continue kissing every inch of my body.
I realize then that Adam is not directing him, letting him do his own thing.
“Are you going to feel how wet I am for you?” I ask him, and he pulls back from where he’s kissing my chest to stare at me while his hand slides down my stomach and his fingers slide against my clit and inside my pussy, feeling just how wet I am for him.
“You spoil me, sweet Iris,” he says, shifting his body, kissing down my torso, his tongue swiping against my pierced belly button before trailing down toward my pussy. “I want to worship your beautiful cunt every day.”
Heat floods my face from his words, but he does just that, worshiping me with his fingers and tongue. There’s not a single doubt that my Slayer is exactly where he wants to be as he moans against my clit, every swipe of his tongue coming with a new wave of pleasure.
I’m at the crest, ready to fall over when he suddenly slows, and when I glance down, it’s no longer the Slayer’s eyes staring back at me, but Adam’s.
“Did you think we’d let you come so easily, baby?” he asks, as he pulls out his fingers and brings them to my mouth where I suck my release off them. His fingertips rub against the pad of my tongue before he’s removing them from my mouth and he’s gripping my chin and kissing me roughly.
Where the Slayer worships, Adam takes. His tongue is demanding against my own as he kisses me roughly.
“You need both of us at the same time?” he says the words in between our kiss and I moan. “I knew you’d be so fucking greedy for it. Wasn’t enough to have one man obsessed with you, was it?”
“Adam,” I rasp out his name and the muscles in his back tense.
“What, you want me to fuck you mindless and then have the Slayer kiss it all better?”
“Goddess, yes,” I say, running my fingers down his muscular arms, enjoying the feel of each tendon and veins as I go.
“Do you remember those magical bonds you used to tie me and the Slayer up?” he asks me and I swallow quickly.
The idea of him doing that to me, of handing myself over to him, whatever he wants to give me, and I’ll be completely safe.
“You could spell them so that you can take them off yourself,” he asks, as he holds a few long strands of silk in front of me.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable, you’ll hold the word to release them or you can tell me red and I’d immediately untie you.
We don’t have to if you don’t think that this would be—”
I put my hand over his mouth.
“I’d like to try,” I whisper, lifting my hands to the same position he was in, and with a whispered spell I enchant the ribbons of silk to tie me to the bed, knowing that I can release myself at any time.
Adam groans, looking down at me like I’m irresistable, his cock is hard against his pants.
“Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt,” he says as he grabs his shirt from the back of his neck, tossing it across the room. It feels like he takes his pants off incredibly slowly as I move my legs, completely presenting myself to him. “Color,” he checks in.
“Green,” I say with the utmost quickness.
Adam slides his hand over me, collecting my wetness, but not playing with me the way I’m desperate for. Instead, he uses my release for lube as he starts languidly stroking himself while eating up every inch of my body.
“You’re such a good witch,” he tells me as he uses two fingers to spread my pussy lips apart, his other hand still jerking himself off.
Never has sex been this intimate. This primal need for each other is heavy between us and I want him so bad.
I want him to make me feel good; I want to please him, but more than anything I’m so fucking alive in this moment.
I’m not thinking about anything besides the pleasure that’s about to consume both of us.
“Tell me, witch, before me and the Slayer, what would you do to keep this needy pussy busy?”
Heat flushes across my whole body with his crassness, and I lick my lips before I answer.
“I hardly ever touched myself, but when I did, I would just make my wand vibrate.”
This makes him smile widely, like he’s pleased with me. He clicks his tongue, his thumb swiping against my clit. Not enough to give me what I really need.
“Show me,” he says, grabbing my wand off the nightstand. It looks dainty in his hand and I’m not sure why I find it so attractive.
With a whispered phrase the wand vibrates and Adam inspects it.
“So all this time you walk around with this wand in your back pocket, you’ve been using it to get yourself off. That’s very naughty, Iris,” he says, and before I can answer, he’s placing it against my clit.
I gasp at the sensation. It’s been so long and I want to slam my legs shut, but he doesn’t let me, spreading me wide as he holds the wand against me.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all over the bed.”
He shifts himself, still holding the wand against my clit as he grabs himself by the base of his cock and slowly pushes the head inside me.
I moan as he fills me and uses the makeshift toy against my clit.
Instinctively I go to move my arms, but can’t.
The feeling of being at his mercy only makes me wetter.
“I want to feel you gush all over me.”
The words shatter me, and I swear it’s like he put a spell on me, forcing me to come. The orgasm ripples out of me in waves and I’m a trembling mess as he fucks me through it, tossing the wand on the bed.
“Such a good fucking witch,” he says and the moment after I’m no longer looking at Adam, I’m looking into the Slayer’s eyes.
His mouth is lax and he looks down at where we’re connected.
“Can you remove the bindings?” he asks gently as I say the word, sending the silk falling onto the sheets before wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
His Adam’s apple bobs and his whole body is tight.
“Lie on your back,” I tell him, and he flops onto the bed immediately.
I climb on top of him, our size difference stark as my knees barely touch the mattress. The Slayer’s breath hitches as he looks at me, grabbing my hips. I drag a hand down his chest, my fingers following the patterns of his tattoos before I lean down and kiss him.
His grip grows tighter as I shift against his length, rubbing myself all over him.
As we kiss, I slip my hand between us, grabbing him and slowly slinking down on his cock. His eyes close and his lips part.
“It feels good when Adam is in control, but fuck, Iris, your warm cunt is life itself.”
My movements are slow, I’m not even sure I’ve done this position before, but with the Slayer it feels right. I love the way he looks at me, adores me, and just wants to please me.
One of his hands grips my ass as the other comes between us to knead my breast. I can’t help myself as I lean forward, bringing our mouths together as I ride him.
I’m oversensitive from the wand and I can feel myself getting closer to the precipice of release as he bucks into me from below.
“Iris,” he moans out my name as we both reach orgasm at the same time.
He’s trembling beneath me as I catch my breath, resting against his chest. His arms wrap tightly around me as he kisses my forehead.
“You’re magnificent.”
I smile against his skin; my muscles feel loose and I should move, get cleaned up.
“Let me stay inside you for a little longer,” he says, and so we lie like that for longer than I realize even as he softens and it’s lost all its sexual meaning.
Being together like this is a comfort to both of us, like we can’t possibly get close enough to each other.
All the sadness and worry from these past days leaves my body when I’m with them, and I fully embrace it.
The Slayer and Adam are my safe space and there’s no place I’d rather be than lying in their arms.