by M J Marstens
Oopsie-daisy.
Well, since they are conveniently unconscious, I should probably secure them so they can’t do any more damage when they wake up. I conjure up some duct tape. . .with a leopard print. Fitting, since they are Siamese bitches. I mean kittens. I get to work wrapping the tape around their bodies, making sure to bind their wrists and ankles tightly. I may have gotten carried away and mummified them a bit. I cringe looking at them. Getting it out of their long, black hair might be a bitch.
I step back to admire my handiwork. . .
But it’s missing something.
I snap my fingers, thinking of the perfect finishing touch.
I quickly manifest a black permanent marker and step up to Node #1. I doodle a little here and there on whatever exposed skin is left after her duct taping. I hum a jolly tune as I move on to Node #2. I’m so engrossed in my work that I don’t hear the footsteps behind me. It’s not until someone clears their throat that I swirl around to find Caed and Khal standing there, staring at me with their usual ‘what the fuck has she done now’ faces.
“Zahra. . . what the fuck have you done now?” Caed asks with a wicked quirk of his brow.
Damn soul bond, letting him read my thoughts. He’s such a little smartass. I hope he sees me ninja pegging his ass again in my head. From his frown, I think I’ve succeeded.
“Nothing, just drawing dicks all over the Nodes’ bodies while they’re asleep.”
Khal steps towards North Node and South Node for a closer look.
“Are those squiggly lines supposed to be cum?”
“Duh,” I answer.
“M-hmm, and just for clarification, do the ones on their faces say ‘Jesus’ and ‘Christ’?”
“Uh. . . yes, they do. I couldn’t fit in the H.”
“I know I’m going to regret this, but why the fuck would there be an H?”
“For Harold. That’s Jesus’ middle name.”
Khal looks to Caed for confirmation.
“Don’t look at me,” he announces. “You know how fucked up Earth religions are. Who knows what they’re teaching nowadays. Besides, I think the bigger question is why did you write that in ‘marker cum’ on them?”
“So they would be compelled by him,” I explain.
“That makes sense,” Caed approves.
I beam at him.
Maybe I shouldn’t ninja peg his ass.
Although, it’s kind of hot and empowering to think about. What if I were the penis and everyone else was my vaginas. . .
Then I would know what it’s like to be the filler not the fillee. To be the sea cucumber and not the clam. To be hung like a horse-
“Oh shit, guys, I gotta show you something major. Actually minor,” I pun, remembering Vesta and Chiron when I thought of hung like a horse. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 10
SATURN
“What’s she thinking about now?” I ask Mars mentally.
His look says I really don’t want to know.
He lays a hand on my shoulder and opens himself up until the images inside his head pour into mine. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or just be relieved it’s him and not me, but there Zahra is, in human form, with a massive black cock, dressed in what must be a child’s ninja costume. She’s got Mars bent over a barrel that’s overflowing with some fizzy, brown liquid, and she’s fucking him in the ass.
Suddenly the image changes, and she’s standing there, now completely naked, with a sausage dangling between her legs, and she’s surrounded by men and women of all kinds, laying on their backs, with their legs spread. And where some sort of genitalia should be. . . are just a bunch of clams. Brief snatches of Zahra’s thoughts filter through my head, and she’s wondering the oddest things, but mostly how it would feel to have a dick.
“Now you see why I just agreed with her? Just makes shit easier because this is what we’re dealing with.”
I really don’t know what to say to this mental debacle, but her attention turns abruptly when she remembers something. She orders Mars and me to follow her and I wonder what she found. When Mars heard her calling, he assumed it was because she was in danger. Through their link, he could feel her fear and anxiety, but it had abruptly turned to astonishment and then hilarity. And finally, there was only unadulterated glee and that’s when we came upon her drawing cocks all over the Nodes’ skin. What was available, that is. The rest seems to be covered up in some hideous jungle cat print.
“Where are we going? And what’s wrapped around the Nodes?”
Not that I’m really concerned.
Any friend of Lina’s is not a friend of mine.
“I told you, to show you something big. And duct tape.”
Duct tape.
Fuck me, this woman is dangerous.
Mars and I follow her into a bejeweled cavern entrance. Immediately, I can sense Lina’s moon power and I halt my steps. Mars recognizes the same thing and also stops. Zahra looks back at us, confused, when we don’t continue.
“Oh, Lina’s not here. I checked. Plus, I don’t feel her. Bitchhole is hard to miss, ya know?” Zahra comments rhetorically.
I realize she’s right. I don’t feel Lina nearby at all. In fact, I can say with almost absolute certainty that’s she’s not even in this dimension. The question then is: where the hell is she?
“Good question,” Mars seconds on our mental link.
“I was super sleuthy, in fact,” Zahra continues. “And that is how I found this.”
She says the last part in smug triumph, while showcasing a glittering cavern wall with a hole in it.
“What?” Mars asks with the same vexation that I’m feeling.
“You don’t feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“That tug?”
I can sense Mars trying to rack Zahra’s mental musing to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. I wonder if we’ll ever become fluent in her language. I hope not, because that probably means we’ve lost our minds. When the silence prevails, I ask the logical question:
“Why is there a hole in the wall?”
“Oh that? I told you I was a super sleuth,” Zahra crows. “I am the freaking Astrology Detective Supreme!”
“I really fail to see how a hole in the wall makes you an adept snoop,” I reply in my most condescending voice.
Zahra seems to wilt a little under my tone and a wicked smile kicks up my lips.
“Who’s popping whose cumbubble now?” I query childishly- I swear this woman simultaneously brings out the best and the worst in me.
“I was telling you to go fuck yourself when I said that,” she answers primly.
“So was I,” I respond darkly.
Mars cuts in before we start a war.
Or anger-fuck the hate out of our systems.
“Zahra, I’m with Saturn. What’s the hole in the wall got to do with anything?” Mars says, getting us back on track.
“I made that glorious hole!” She announces proudly. “It’s a glory hole. A hole of glory to spy through.”
She beams a proud smile.
Mars’ mouth flaps open. She’s made the argumentative fucker speechless. Impressive. Although, I too, am speechless.
“What?” Mars finally croaks out.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t ask her to elaborate anymore,” I snap. I turn to the Goddess of Sex who doesn’t know squat about it. “Zahra, a glory hole is a hole where you stick your dick through to be sucked.”
She looks appalled.
“No, it most certainly is not. It’s a glorious hole for spying!”
“Just because you say that’s what it is, doesn’t make it that way. That’s like trying to make a racist word nonracist. It will never work if it already has a meaning attached to it,” I reason logically.
Her face contorts in outrage.
“I’m not racist! I was the one who refused to call the kettle black, remember?!”
“What? What are. . .” I trail off confounded by
her thought processes.
“I told you it was easier to just agree with her,” Mars snickers to me mentally.
“Obviously, that’s what I should have done. How was I to kn-”
He cuts off my mental rant, “You know she’s fucking with you, right?”
“WHAT?!”
The red asshole actually laughs out loud.
“Why would she be purposely baiting me?”
“So you purposely punish her,” he returns.
I glare at the gorgeous pink vision of nonsense in front of me. Damned woman is driving me insane. I’ve never envied Mars and his soul bond more than this moment. If I were inside her head, my life wouldn’t be nearly as confusing. Mars laughs again.
“It only gets worse once you’re there,” he says.
Of course.
“Zahra, what did you mean when you asked if we felt that?” he asks her out loud.
She looks disappointed I’m not continuing our conversation, and I realize Mars is right and she gets some sick pleasure from getting a rise out of me.
Just like I do from her, I realize.
God, we are a fucked-up pair; two of the same twisted peas in this cosmic pod of chaos.
“A tug. I feel this tug inside me here,” she indicates to her chest. “When I manifested myself into the room you can see through the glory hole, I found Vesta and Chiron! They’re trapped inside the stones. And it’s not just them. The other minors are trapped there, too. Ceres, Pallas, and Juno.”
I cut a look to Mars. If Lina has trapped the minors in her moonstone, she is slowly draining their powers to use for her own. The moonstone makes it so it amplifies the magnitude of the minors’ gifts and makes the process slow and painful. Mars shakes his head. We need to find Lina while we are strong, but we need to cut off her source of power and free the minors, too.
“We need to split up,” Mars agrees.
Now we just need to convince Zahra.
CHAPTER 11
ZAHRA
The look of astonishment on Caed’s face when I agree to split up is priceless. The dickhead man-god wasn’t expecting that, and he’s highly suspicious. Now I can’t decide whether to continue to be amused or to be insulted. I can hear Caed’s thoughts, as he and Khal bicker about my easy agreement. I don’t bother trying to convince them I mean it; I simply vanish.
In truth, I only leave Caed and Khal in Lina’s domicile because I know the insane woman is not there. I find it odd that even bonded and having Kane’s expansion powers, I can’t pinpoint her. I could find Khal using my bond with Caed, but Lina doesn’t show up anywhere in my internal map. It’s. . . unsettling. She could be anywhere.
I shudder at the thought.
I jump up into the eleventh dimension, Mio’s domicile, and instantly regret it. The realm is one giant, raging storm and I imagine this is what it would be like to fall into the planet Jupiter’s Eye. The strong winds buffer my body mercilessly, and in my panic, I start tumbling in the turbulent chaos. I’m so shaken and scared, I can barely form a coherent thought.
Barely holding onto my wits, I realize the storm is Mio’s defensive protection for his domicile. So far, every realm has had a protective measure, except Kane’s and Uranus’ domicile, but I honestly think I just lucked out and didn’t encounter anything. Thank god, because the Fae, the Merfolk, the Ice Enforcers, the Hairy Bastards from Caed’s realm, and the Nodes were enough to deal with. Quite frankly, I’m sick of having my ass handed to me every five minutes. If only I could talk some sense into this wind. . .
That’s it!
I recall how, in mythology, the winds were often characterized as men representing the four directions. If I could make this storm into something sentient, maybe I could explain my presence and connection to Mio. I scrunch my eyes tightly together and try to concentrate on my task and not the squall trying to tear my body apart. I have no idea if I accomplish my goal or not. One second I’m being pushed up and down by the gales, the next, I’m plunging downward at breakneck speed.
In my head, I mentally try to conjure up another mattress, or an ass-pillow. Maybe for preemptive measures, a neck brace. Instead, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me, catching me. I feel another pair of arms slide in behind me, cocooning me in their warmth. Oh, thank whoever-the-fuck, the twins got to me first. My eyes are still closed and I nuzzle into whichever twin’s holding me. I press small kisses against his neck and taste his salty skin. The other twin behind me moans.
It’s almost as if what one feels, so does the other.
I’m lost in a world of sensation: tasting, smelling, feeling.
Nothing could bring me out of this haze of passion.
Nothing except feeling another set of hands on me.
And another.
What. The. FUCK?!
My eyes fly open, and instead of beholding the gorgeous blue forms of the twins in god form, I find myself gazing at an equally handsome man. And his nearly identical companions. Indeed, they are carbon copies of one another, except for their coloring. The one holding me is a light violet, and his hair and eyes are darker versions of his skin. On his forehead he sports a triangle with a line through the top.
To my left and right are two other men, one orange, the other a deep cerulean blue. The blue man has an upside-down triangle on his forehead and the orange man has a normal triangle. Lastly, behind me, is yet another man. This one is a dark, olive green color with lighter green hair and eyes. On his forehead is an upside-down triangle with a line through the bottom. They all stare at me in awe and need.
Well, shit.
I just materialized the four elements of astrology.
Water and Fire press up against my sides, and I’m sandwiched once more between them and Air and Earth. Their hands run up and down my body seductively, while they murmur words of praise and worship. It’s damn hard to concentrate when four hot, naked men are whispering that you’re their queen. Really damn hard.
Not harder than their dicks, though.
Those are even harder.
Focus, Zahra. You already have eight dicks. Do you really need more?
Trust Tree Sisters, that was a rhetorical question.
Because there’s only really one answer.
And that’s: the more dicks, the merrier.
#Whychoose!
I’ve made up my mind to find a way to integrate the Elements into my planetary harem, when Air says something other than I’m his world and he must worship me with his tongue.
“Thank you for freeing us from abstract form, my Goddess,” he rasps in a sexy grumble. “I am the wind and I will blow your mind.”
His lascivious grin reassures me his pun is actually factual.
Not to be outdone, Fire jostles Air aside and trails a scorching touch down the side of my face with one finger.
“I’m the lightning and I promise our time together will be electrifying.”
Already, the brightly colored man has set me aflame. Thankfully, Water steps in to cool me off.
“I’m the rain and I’ll get you soaking wet.”
Whelp, he’s no help at calming me down. Water even runs a suggestive digit up the length of the inside of my thigh. Earth watches patiently, his green eyes assessing me knowingly.
“And I am the thunder. I’ll make your whole body quake by the time I’m finished.”
He dips his head to capture my lips in a kiss, when another voice suddenly calls out:
“And I’m Neptune and I’ll spear all your asses on my trident and drown you repeatedly if you don’t step away from our Venus.”
“Don’t say our, now they think that includes them. It doesn’t. He means his and my Venus. Not you fucksticks’ Venus,” Uran clarifies.
I try to disentangle myself from the mass of sexy man candy limbs, so I can make my way over to my favorite twins. Illu is an ocean blue and Uran is a sky blue, but of all the guys, their godly features resemble their human ones the most. Both looked pissed as fuck, though, seeing me wrapped up
in the arms of men not considered their brothers. Well, I feel like the Elements should technically be included in the brotherhood. I tell the twins this as I finally break free and rush into their arms to hug them.
They smoosh me between them, and I sigh contentedly. Illu tips my face up and slams a punishing kiss over my mouth. Uran groans, and I feel his mouth working against my neck teasingly. Illu uses his thumb to prod my chin down to open my mouth further. He invades it with his tongue and then growls when I suck on it, before dueling back and forth with me. I can feel the heat of the Elements’ stares, and while my twins don’t seem to want them to touch me, they seem happy enough to let them watch us. I mention this in between the twins switching positions so Uran can have my mouth.
“We’re claiming you, so they know who you belong to,” Illu explains.
“Ummmmmmmm,” I garble out when both start assaulting all the erogenous zones along my exposed throat.
I try to focus, as I feel Uran cup my pussy from behind. I realize with a start that I’m now naked. How the fuck did I get naked?
“You wished it,” Uran explains, shoving three fingers inside of me.
Well, that shuts me up.
Just kidding.
Nothing shuts me up.
“Guys. . .” I attempt in a breathy protest.
My head lolls to one side and I get a spectacular view of the Elements watching, stroking themselves to our little fuck-fest. It’s one of those moments in life when you learn something new about yourself. I’ve learned that I like watching others while they watch me get finger fucked by two blue men. It’s a very specific self-discovery. Soon, I stop thinking at all. Uran’s clever fingers work me to a quick climax, and I cry out my passion. I hear four identical grunts and know my Elements have found their completion, too.
