The Afflicted Zodiac Complete Series

by M J Marstens

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  MARS

  We all watch Zahra sprint out of the gemstone cave, into the darkness of Lina’s outside world. It’s now night on her domicile. I catch the remnants of her thoughts as she flees. I also feel Saturn’s bewilderment and hurt.

  To ease his pain, I convey Zahra’s fear and immediately, his face blanks.

  “She’s afraid for you, brother,” I gently tell him mentally.

  “I know, but it still hurts that she doesn’t trust me- trust us, to make a bond,” he rejoins mournfully.

  “Give her time. As usual, I didn’t give our little Goddess of Love enough credit. All this time, I thought her unable to penetrate my mental barrier from her having access to my thoughts. There’s so much chatter constantly happening in her head, I figured it was damn impossible for her to hear anything else. But in truth, she’s been reading me all this time; meaning, she tasted my devastating pain when I realized Jupiter and Sunny were gone. She’s afraid of losing us and never being able to fill the void inside herself.”

  Saturn relaxes a bit, but then scoffs.

  “Of the two of us, I should be more worried about her dying and leaving a hole in my heart than the other way around. That woman is a walking disaster. How she survived twenty-seven years on Earth is baffling and miraculous.”

  I have no rebuttal because I’ve been thinking the same thing.

  I reach out to Zahra and call her back.

  It’s not safe for her to be roaming this dimension by herself.

  Of course, she ignores me.

  “I’m going to talk to her,” I grumble.

  Fuck, I hate talking about my feelings, but I know I need to be the liaison right now.

  For Saturn, I can be the diplomat.

  Everyone thinks he has the monopoly on disciplined correctness, but I can be sensitive and tactful, too.

  I find Zahra some distance off, sitting on a jeweled ridge. Her face is in her hands, and I cringe, praying she isn’t crying.

  I’m not that tactful.

  “I’m not crying,” Zahra’s voice reaches me.

  Thank fuck.

  “Zahra, you need to get over your aversion to soul bonding with the others. You’re just hurting them and you. In truth, we’re stronger when we’re bonded, not weaker. Ok? Ok. Let’s head back. Good talk.”

  Zahra doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t move from her spot on the glittering rock.

  Suddenly, her shoulders start shaking.

  I watch in horror as her body convulses.

  Dammit.

  She’s crying.

  I quickly rush over to her side and awkwardly pat her shoulder, but it only makes her quake worse.

  At a complete loss, I attempt to verbally soothe her.

  “There, there.”

  More shaking.

  Just when I’m about to call Saturn, she lifts her face.

  In the dim light, I can see it’s streaked with. . .

  Nothing.

  Because she’s not crying.

  She’s laughing.

  “That’s your sensitive speech and approach?!” she cackles.

  I give her a disgruntled glare, as I wait for her to gain her composure, which only makes her laugh harder.

  I throw my hands up in the air and try employing some guilt.

  “I would give you anything, and this is how you treat-”

  “I wanted the Elements!” she interrupts.

  “Well,” I sputter, “You can’t have them. They’re Minors and fated to the asteroids by your doing.”

  Her smile turns upside-down.

  “But I wanted a foursome!”

  She wanted a foursome?

  By dammit, then I’ll make sure she gets a fucking foursome.

  Grabbing her by the hand, I drag her back to the others.

  “Fuck off,” I say without ceremony to the Elements and Edgar. “Please,” I tack on for the lady Minors.

  They beat a hasty retreat.

  “What’s going on?” Neptune asks.

  “Venus wants a foursome.”

  The twins’ faces light up with lascivious grins and Saturn’s eyes burn with lust.

  We’re about to make sure she never thinks of those little shit-stains again.

  CHAPTER 15

  URANUS

  Sharing your every emotion, thought, and feeling with another can be overwhelming.

  This is one of those times.

  Neptune’s excitement fuels my own, and vice versa, until we’re so frenzied with lust that our legs shake.

  “Fuck, bratik, if we don’t calm down, we’ll embarrass ourselves,” he warns.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve embarrassed me,” I rejoin.

  “She looks torn,” he comments, looking at Zahra.

  We both reach out to Mars to see if we can hear her.

  He’s taken to leaving himself open mentally so we can listen in.

  I realize that she’s much like us; so overcome with need, but also unsure.

  She’s never done this before.

  Well, neither have we, but sharing comes naturally to my twin and me, and I have no doubt Saturn will orchestrate everything.

  “Of course I will,” he says superiorly, like I was complimenting him.

  I see Zahra’s head tip the side and I realize she’s listening to us through Mars, too.

  Interesting.

  But not nearly as interesting as the gleam that suddenly enters her eyes.

  “I know this is my first foursome, and yours as well, but I’ve had quite a few twosomes. In fact, when you do the math and add all of them together, I’ve had an eightsome!”

  “By whose logic?” Saturn wonders.

  “Mine, obviously,” Zahra snarks.

  “Exactly my point,” he retorts. “You don’t have any; so it can’t at all be logical.”

  Mars has got a shit-eating grin on his face and I have no fucking clue what is happening.

  “Those two are going to hate-fuck,” is all he says to my confusion.

  “Mr. Al-Zahil,” Zahra says in a no-nonsense way that gets my blood heated.

  She sounds like a schoolteacher, but looks like a fucking centerfold spread.

  “Can you please tell me what two plus two plus two plus two is?”

  “Eight,” he growls, his OCD tendencies setting him up to fall perfectly into her ruse.

  “Yes, eigggggggght,” she says slowly, like Saturn is stupid. “Next question: how many twosomes have you had?”

  “Plenty,” Saturn snaps. “You walked in on one at the office.”

  The soft baby pink of Venus’ skin starts to darken in anger.

  “I didn’t walk in on a twosome; I walked in on a fucking orgy! Speaking of that, how the hell can any of you claim not to have a foursome before, then?!”

  “We kept to ourselves, mostly,” Neptune interjects. “Four of us never paired up with a single girl.”

  “And my logic is wrong,” she fumes. “You know what? This is my rodeo and I’ll run it like I want. C’mere, boys.”

  She beckons Neptune and I close.

  “What do you mean by rodeo? Are you going to ride us?”

  Another naughty grin.

  “Fuck yeah, I am. And Caed. Khal, you can watch for a bit,” she says offhandedly, which incenses the God of Control.

  Neptune is the first to reach her and encircles her waist with his arms and pulls her to his body. They kiss passionately and I feel her tongue in my mouth, even though I’m still feet away. Unable to stand being touched without actually being touched, I take up the spot behind her back and plaster myself to her.

  Over and over they kiss. Zahra only pulls back once to wrinkle her nose. It twitches in a becoming manner and then our clothes vanish. I laugh.

  “Is that how you use your powers? By crinkling your nose?” I wonder.

  “Yeah, I’m Samantha from Bewitched.”

  I have no idea who this Samantha is, but Zahra has surely bewitched me.

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nbsp; The feel of her smooth skin rubbing against my body makes my twin and I shudder. My hard and aching cock bumps against her ass and she squirms back on it. She’s grabbed Neptune’s cock and is rubbing it suggestively against her clit.

  By the mewling sounds she’s making, she might make herself come from that movement alone.

  She leans back against me and pleasures herself with my brother’s dick.

  Faster and faster, she flicks the tip of his dick up and down her center. I feel my own dick pulse in response, nestled between her ass cheeks. I am Neptune and he is me. I’m touching Zahra from behind, but I also feel every sensation from my twin in front of her.

  I hope she’s close, because I’m about to be a goner.

  She lets out a soft cry and arches out of my arms as she comes. In a surprise move, she pushes Neptune inside of her and comes, clenching him. Neptune and I moan in unison at the feel of her wet, hot pussy gripping him.

  Supporting her shoulders, I watch my twin grip her waist harder and thrust inside of her. In no time, he’s toppling over the edge, and I follow, splashing hot cum against her asshole. It drips down the backs of her thighs and she reaches behind her to scoop some up and lick it off.

  Instantly, my dick is hard again.

  Zahra gasps as Neptune swells inside of her.

  My twin takes her to the ground and there, she does ride him. She’s a vision of fucking perfection. Her tits bounce with every movement and her long hair sways seductively from side to side.

  Saturn and Mars watch with the same entranced looks.

  Suddenly, Zahra squeals as Neptune rolls her onto her back and fucks her into the ground. He moves over and I join him between Zahra’s legs. He fucks her until she comes, and then, while she’s undone, I push inside her, next to my brother.

  “Triton’s tits, yes!” she yells and for a second, I almost lose it; but the delicious heat of her cunt draws me in and I think of nothing else.

  Sharing a woman is something Neptune and I have done numerous times in human form, but never as gods and never, in any form, have we doubly penetrated a girl. That’s something special I can say we’ve only done with our soulmate.

  We fuck her tight hole until she comes once more, and then we both unload in her.

  The squelching sounds our dicks make as we pull out make Zahra giggle.

  She sits up and motions for Mars to join.

  Again, she maneuvers him into the position she wants, sitting crossed-legged, and then plants herself in his lap, her back to his chest.

  Mars moans low, in the back of his throat, when Zahra begins to bounce on his cock.

  Then she crooks a finger at Saturn.

  I expect him to balk; no one tells Saturn what to do, but he comes willingly.

  Zahra fists his cock and fits her mouth over a surprisingly large portion of it, while still riding Mars. In an erotic dance of movements, she plunges my bothers’ dicks in and out of her warmth. Of course, the sight makes me harder than granite, and both Neptune and I stroke our dicks to it.

  Mars roars as he fills Zahra, and Saturn follows suit, his cum dribbling out the sides of Zahra’s mouth as she takes big gulping swallows. She reaches out a hand, and I walk to her right as Neptune takes her left and she strokes us into completion. By the time we are done, her face is glistening in jizz and there’s the most satisfied smile on her face.

  But we’re not satisfied.

  We fall on her as one; our intent to overwhelm her.

  Eight hands.

  Four mouths.

  All against her body as we pleasure her orally.

  Over and over, we take her up, but won’t let her come.

  “Please!” she cries.

  Saturn wears a wicked grin.

  He’s been waiting for that.

  Shoving us to one side, he covers her body with his and plunges into her pussy. Together, they move, until Zahra finally screams loud enough for the humans to hear in the third dimension. We all collapse next to her then, completely spent.

  CHAPTER 16

  ZAHRA

  I’m super creeped out when I climax hard and my eyes connect with Edgar’s. I mean, it’s cool when I’m a dirty little voyeur, but Edgar looking on is crossing some personal boundary lines. Not to mention, it’s weird when animals watch you fuck, but it’s weirder when the half-man, half-horse who took your virginity watches you fuck. Makes me wonder what it would have been like to lose my innocence to him in this form.

  I’d say it probably would have been the dicking of my life. . . if I hadn’t just gotten that from the twins, Caed, and Khal.

  I urge Edgar, with my eyes, to turn around and leave before my guys sense him. They dislike Edgar even more than the Elements. I sigh. I wish I somehow had created someone for Edgar, while I was looking to spare my ass from being splattered on the ground beneath me. It would have saved my bubble-gum booty twice. I’m putting it on the backburner, though. Like Hogwarts, I’m going to make it happen.

  I love how the guys are boneless piles of contentment. We’re all sweaty and sticky from doing the hollaboogie, four-way style. Unfortunately, the sex bar has been raised for me. I will now expect no less than four dicks and eight hands in my sexual exploits. Curse these man-gods for ruining singular penile encounters. I had been on a quest to find the perfect penis. . .and they have utterly ruined everything.

  Caed’s laughter fills my head and I notice him eyeing me lazily.

  “You’re not on a quest to find the perfect penis because you already have. Mine.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “You know that you just ruined the moment,” I tease mentally.

  “Nah, Chiron did when you caught him watching you come. Don’t worry, I’ll geld him for you later.”

  “Don’t you dare!”

  Caed doesn’t say one thing, although his lips twist into an evil smile.

  “Ugh!” I exclaim out loud. “That’s it. You’ve ruined my post four-way dicking! I’m going to go get Arawn, recharge the batteries, and then we’re going direct and getting Mio. Then we’re hunting Bitchhole down, ninja pegging her ass, and then. . . I’m not sure. I’ll think about it. I’m not so cool with killing the woman. . . buuuuuuuut, she is definitely the type that if you give her a second chance, you’re a dead moron because she’ll kill you. Or, if we lock her up and she escapes, and you’re a dead moron still because she’ll kill you. So I thi-”

  “You’re rambling,” Khal interjects.

  Luckily for him, his flaccid dick is still magnificent to gaze upon and arrests my attention from ripping him a new one.

  “What was I saying?”

  Damn Khal’s impressive, maroon knob!

  “You were going to the twelfth dimension to-” Illu starts.

  “Oh yeah!” I cut him off, remembering.

  Before anyone else can say something about my tendency to verbally stray away from my point, I pop out of existence. I quickly stick my head back into the Moon’s domicile and see my four guys laying naked, cursing me. I giggle. Who would have thought they would end up naked here, screwing me? I hope Bitchhole has cameras and saw the whole thing. Makes me wish I flipped her a pink finger. Hopefully, it would have reminded her of the time I slipped her all my fingers. In her ass. With my fist.

  Ah, good times, Trust Tree Sisters.

  Good freaking times.

  When I enter Nyam’s domicile, my body is pierced with pure light and I’m flooded with a feeling of completeness. It feels like home. And absolute power. My hair stands on end, crackling with the static electricity of my renewed energy. I wish I had a camera, because my Rapunzel-length hair standing on end has to be pretty damn comical to see. I think of Nyam cutting my hair with his laser beam of light and I hold my hand up and direct a ray of my own.

  I miss Nyam.

  I know Kane said he was gone, but Mio would never have let anything happen to him.

  I need to keep believing that we can defeat Lina and make our own happily ever after. At the moment, I
feel unstoppable- capable of any feat. I will save Kane. We will bring back Nyam. We will peg Lina’s ass. It’s good to have goals and list them. I shake myself, and my hair falls back down around me, but I can feel myself glowing in the blinding light of total Luminary power.

  I open up my senses and through my bond with Caed, I easily find Arawn.

  I take in the effervescent world around me. Spheres of rainbow-hued light float around. The brightly colored orbs cast prisms of luminescence all around me. I know “magic” exists. . . but I feel like I have walked into a wonderland of enchanted make-believe. Everything looks and feels surreal. I twitch my nose Bewitched style and change into a gorgeous ball gown that Cinderella would envy.

  Of course, it’s teal.

  The light, chiffon material ruffles in the wind as I walk, and I use a beam of light to cut a slit up the left side of the dress.

  Sexy.

  But you know what would be sexier than that, Trust Tree Sisters?

  Full-frontal nudity, you say?

  Must I remind you about subtlety?

  It’s the forgotten art of seduction.

  I know, I know. I forget it, too, but we’re trying to turn over new leaves, remember?

  So, I’m keeping the dress on.

  For now.

  In the meantime, I think adding another slit on the right side would be sexier. . .

  That little beam of light is damn handy. It seems to work by intent and doesn’t burn me. (I tested this when I made a slit in my panties. . . WHAT?! Stop judging me! That’s still subtle. No panties would have been too obvious, right?)

  I skip and dance around the floating balls of light, closer to where I feel Arawn. Two twirls later, I reach the top of the hill I had been climbing and oversee a valley below. My mouth opens in a soundless O of wonder. If you had a picture of it, for sure some jerk would draw a dick entering my mouth. I snigger at the thought, but I’m still in awe of the resplendently gleaming castle in front of me.

  I never did see the Wicked Witch of the Universe’s Emerald Palace, but I bet it doesn’t compare to Nyam’s fortress of twinkling lights. It’s so pretty and almost blinding in the glare of the hovering radiant globes. Arawn is down there, waiting. I can make out a figure standing at the entrance. In all my graceful elegance, I run down the hill towards him, my hands held out in front of me. In my head, a timeless and dreamy tune from some jewelry commercial plays.