Chapter 17
Aella
My body was on fire. There was no other way to describe it, except that I couldn’t escape the inferno. I was merely a passenger within the flames of unending pleasure and desperate agony. The goddess—she said I could call her Desire—relished my pleas for release.
I love delayed satisfaction, but most especially when my host begs to come, she said, confirming she was most definitely a sadist.
The worst part? I loved every moment of what the gods and Darrow did, even as it felt like dying.
She used my hands to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples hard.
Internally, I cried out from the pain that felt too good, and she knew it.
Darrow and the God of Wrath worked my pussy with three fingers now while sucking on my clit so hard I wasn’t sure it would return to its original shape afterward.
Then, they inserted a thumb into my ass.
If I’d had control of my body, I would have jerked backward, but the goddess let them have their way. She even encouraged them as I tried to grasp what I was feeling. It was forbidden, reckless, and pulling me apart.
I’d allowed a god using my husband’s body to fuck my mouth, consume my pussy, and now—penetrate my ass.
It was the one place I’d avoided letting men use in the past. The goddess knew it and exploited it.
I could have told them to stop, but I was a bundle of need.
I wanted more of everything, for it to never stop.
It felt better than I thought possible to have my body so shamelessly used.
Harder! Desire demanded, lifting our hips to give them better access.
I inwardly groaned as they followed her order, pushing fingers into both my entrances relentlessly. It couldn’t be mistaken for gentle. They moved in and out roughly, going faster, and never quite at the same angle, so that I couldn’t anticipate anything, only feel.
An overwhelming need built within me. Through our eyes, I saw a hint of Darrow’s handsome face, but most of it was concealed by my pussy and his long, brown-black hair.
The god’s eyes were who looked back and stared at us while sucking and licking our clitoris with devastating intensity.
Was this really happening? I was at the edge of an orgasm and so ready for it, but it was a god I saw pushing me there, and another keeping me still for the building maelstrom of pleasure.
Then, they pulled their head away, and I saw Wrath’s distinct expression.
He had a delighted smile, knowing exactly what he’d done.
I groaned at the loss of touch. If I’d had control, I would have continued with my own hand.
Instead, I lay there helpless, thighs wide open for their view, and waiting for their attention.
Not yet, young lady. Only when my wife says she’s ready, may you find release.
I whimpered, sending the sound to everyone.
Desire laughed. Your impatience is so delectable.
The god and Darrow began to slowly, excruciatingly lick and stroke my pussy and ass again. It was teasing, taunting, and occasionally rough. Sometimes they’d speed up, then slow back down. Occasionally, they took their mouth away altogether, and I died a little each time.
Finally, when I was nearly senseless, they clamped down on my pussy and sucked harder than ever before, while working me with such force I would have bucked if I’d had any control of my body.
The goddess had remarkable restraint. She held still, though I could hear her moans and gasps in my head. She was on the brink as well.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. That’s what I want…don’t stop. It’s incredible!” she said in a breathy voice. Having another woman present inside my body, controlling it, and feeling the same pleasure, was unexpectedly erotic.
She kept us lying there with our legs spread far apart as the god-elf combo wreaked havoc on us. Desire began pinching and twisting my nipples again to drive us even closer to the edge. That extra tease of pain set us off.
We screamed when the crushing waves began smashing over us.
Their mouth and fingers consuming our pussy didn’t slow as they worked us through pulse after pulse of an unending orgasm, forcing us to take every drop of pleasure.
Bright lights burst inside my mind, and for a moment, I forgot my name, where I was, or anything about myself. We were all one—inseparable.
Finally, we collapsed on the sand, panting for breath.
“Well done, my love,” the goddess said.
They pulled away from us long enough to scoop up our sweat-glistened body.
God-Darrow carried us to the sea, splashing into the water until it lapped at my butt and legs.
It was cool and refreshing. Slowly, he lowered us until our feet touched the sandy bottom.
They took a moment to rinse our bodies of sweat and grime before pulling us close again.
The goddess threaded our arms around our husbands’ tanned, muscular neck. “I think they’re ready.”
“Agreed,” the God of Wrath said, gaze intense.
What does that mean? I asked.
She gave me a mental pat. It means, my dear, that you’re comfortable enough with us now that we can begin the process of fully connecting your bond. You would have fought it before, but now that the four of us have shared true passion together. It will occur more smoothly.
Our lips met softly with the men’s. It was slow, passionate, and even more intimate than what we’d done so far.
The kiss wasn’t about sex as much as mutual feelings and care for one another.
As it deepened, with our tongues gliding against each other, the gods’ emotions surged into us.
I felt like a voyeur, spying on this precious scene where they held nothing back from each other.
It was such a vulnerable moment that I couldn’t imagine normal people daring to share such profound intimacy with others, much less gods doing it.
It took my breath away. Their love was all-consuming, ready to burn the world down for each other and always stand side by side.
I’d loved my parents, siblings, and some of my other relatives, but I’d never felt anything like what they shared.
It was powerful and enviable. How could anyone risk feeling that strongly for someone else?
As they kept kissing, I sensed Darrow’s emotions coming through our mental connection.
He was reaching out to share what he felt.
It wasn’t nearly at the level of the gods, but it was far more than I thought him capable.
He revealed his tenderness, concern, protectiveness, and his admiration.
Above all, his desperate need to claim me—every part.
He hadn’t made a secret of that since the summer solstice.
Yet when he told me those things aloud, his words didn’t have nearly the power they did now.
I couldn’t doubt or question him. Somehow, I’d become the center of his universe.
He was surprised by this, too, which made me think that the gods had cracked the emotional wall created by the curse, so he could take a peek at what lay hidden within his soul.
Darrow was far more committed to this relationship than I was, which seemed ludicrous with his past, yet I couldn’t deny it with the truth laid bare. Our mental connection forged by the gods didn’t allow for subterfuge or lies.
I was too terrified to let myself feel anything tender for him at that same level.
I’d been hurt and betrayed too many times.
How could I ever give in to something so encompassing and soul-shattering?
The best I could do was care for him, so I sent that much back and let him know I would hold whatever he gave me close.
It was precious—even if I couldn’t trust it would last. People changed. How could I be sure he wouldn’t?
I was yanked from those thoughts when I felt warm sand press against our back.
We’d moved from the sea to lie on the beach just beyond the water’s edge.
God-Darrow kissed their way up our legs, slow and languidly, as if each inch of our skin was precious.
I no longer cared that there were two entities pleasuring me because it felt natural now.
Love poured through our connection as Wrath and Desire didn’t hold back their feelings, choosing to share them and let us see the potential we had if we allowed it.
The men’s hands roamed, rubbing and kneading my wet, sensitive skin.
I couldn’t get over how much the deity’s powers amplified touch and sensations.
When they reached the juncture between our thighs, the goddess opened our legs in invitation. They alternated tender kisses and licks, until I was moaning and wishing I wasn’t trapped inside and unable to respond the way I needed.
I told you in the beginning that all you have to do is ask, Aella. What do you want? Desire prompted.
They were kissing their way up our stomach now, and I inwardly whimpered.
Between the caresses and the overwhelming feelings that came from the deities, I was losing myself in their love.
They showed me how good it could be, and for a little while, I wanted to let go and enjoy it all before I locked that part of myself away.
I want to touch and kiss him myself, I said.
Her presence sifted through my mind, searching my thoughts and intentions. I could almost hear the smile in her voice. You want control for this next part?
Only if he can have the same. It needed to be an exchange between Darrow and me, so that I could feel what he wanted to do to me, and he’d know everything I did was for him.
Very well, dear. If you open yourselves fully, we should be able to link your mating bond even with you in charge, as long as you don’t hold back whatever you feel.
Just this once, I could be brave and give more of myself. This experience gave me the courage to take a chance. Okay, I’ll do it.
Good girl, she purred.