by Eva Brandt
“I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” he murmured. “For too long.”
Technically speaking, that wasn’t true. We had been together at the Palasion, when he’d asked me to lend him my magic. But that had been different, because at the time, we hadn’t been aware of the true bond between us. Ironically, I had a plan today, one not unlike the idea Bjorn had come up with to save Darius and Malachai. But at that moment, I feared I’d lose sight of it, of my true goals, if I allowed myself to focus on my soulmates’ presence and touches.
He must’ve preserved at least some of his magic, because when he brushed my hip with his fingers, my clothes vanished. I gasped against Declan’s lips as I found myself naked and sandwiched between my still dressed soulmates. “I like the way you think, Bjorn.” Malachai chuckled against my neck. “I think she likes it too. Don’t you, beautiful?”
It was a rhetorical question, and I wouldn’t have been able to answer even if my mouth hadn’t been busy being devoured by a very eager werewolf. But the werewolf in question was nothing if not greedy for me, and I was not the only one who felt the side-effects of Bjorn’s magic.
Declan tore his lips away from mine, no longer content with a simple kiss, no matter how good it had felt.
“If you want us to fuck you, angel, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“Make sure you share, Declan,” Mathias reminded him. “We’re all eager to join in and serve our queen. I don’t know about you, but this order in particular, I’ll be more than happy to obey.”
Him calling me a queen felt so very familiar, yet not. It was both my pet name and my title, but it was something that came from a different life, from a different person. Still, I’d already decided to embrace Dahud, to embrace what she had been, and that simple word gave me more power than Mathias realized.
“Then do it,” I told them. “Do it already. I’ve had enough of talking. Follow your queen’s commands and fulfill her wish.”
“Of course,” Declan said, his voice so rough and animalistic the two words were barely comprehensible.
Declan didn’t have any mind magic or any way to manipulate the space around him, but he didn’t need it. Moving faster than I’d thought possible, he undid his pants and bent me over. He didn’t bother with any preliminaries. In one, single, smooth motion, he slid his dick into my clenching channel.
I was completely unprepared for it. Not physically, of course, because that wouldn’t have been a problem even if we hadn’t been in the astral realm. I was already wet and aching for him, and I could feel it in this version of my body that I inhabited here. It was the echo of his almost desperate desire that threatened to overwhelm me and bring me to my knees, despite my previous resolve.
But even leaving aside my decision and my plan, I wanted this. Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the sensation, willing my soulmates to come to me, to take what they wanted, what belonged to them.
As Declan started thrusting into me, Bjorn’s cock nudged my lips. He gripped my hair in a tight hold and I felt his magic buzzing against my scalp. I hummed around his dick, drawing a tortured groan out of him. “Ah, fuck. Yes, just like that.”
He began to move, his motions in perfect sync with Declan’s. I allowed my mind to drift, enjoying the feel of Declan’s cock inside me, the taste of Bjorn’s precum on my tongue, the way they savagely claimed me.
It hurt and burned, but just because I wanted it to. My jaw and throat ached, but because that was what I desired. This might not be the real world, but the experience was real to me.
As my magic mingled with Bjorn’s, Malachai and Mathias joined us. Due to the angle I was in, they couldn’t reach me, but that was all right. They didn’t have to.
Malachai picked someone else to feed on. “I’ve always wanted to drink an incubus’s blood,” I heard him whisper in front of me. “I wonder how you taste like.”
Meanwhile, Mathias had wasted no time in approaching Declan. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, as if genuinely put out by Declan’s decisions. “I thought I told you to share, Declan. You should know better than to ignore one of my warnings.”
Without further ado, Mathias positioned his cock against Declan’s anus and thrust inside. At the same time, Malachai buried his fangs in Bjorn’s throat and started to feed.
Declan and Bjorn hissed in distressed pleasure. I echoed them, and although I couldn’t make a lot of noise around the cock in my mouth, the sound itself mattered far less than the feeling behind it.
The connection between me and my soulmates had always been very powerful, to the point that we’d constantly managed to make our way to one another unless there was a physical deterrent keeping us from it. There were no such obstacles now, only the bond. For that reason, I could feel Mathias fucking Declan and Malachai feasting on Bjorn’s blood as if I was the one they’d chosen as a target.
My desire to experience this as truthfully as possible had an unexpected side-effect. Mathias hadn’t prepared Declan, and unlike me, Declan didn’t have the benefit of self-lubrication. It stood to reason that Mathias’s first thrust wasn’t pain-free. But Declan didn’t seem taken aback by this. If anything, the opposite was the case, and the pain he experienced melted into a state of unfathomable bliss.
Between that and Malachai’s feeding session, I soon found myself unable to think straight. As Mathias picked up the pace, I felt like both he and Declan were fucking me at the same time. Bjorn’s cock throbbed in my mouth, responding not only to my suction, but also to what Malachai was doing.
Every motion of their hips made tiny explosions of pleasure erupt through my body and I became a vessel for their desire, for the bright flare of their need for me. The ecstasy settled over me like an all-encompassing fog, to the point where I could barely remember my own name, let alone where I was and what I was supposed to be doing.
And yet, when Mathias spoke, his words reached me through the haze of the almost agonizing pleasure with alarming clarity. “Look at that,” he said with a chuckle. “Look at how his body swallows me right up. Can you feel it, my queen? Can you feel how much he wants this?
“He’s always been very greedy. My greediest pet. He’s learned a thing or two from you, hasn’t he?”
I had no idea how he was still coherent enough to make a comment like that, but if things had been different, I’d have almost resented him for it. But I could hardly cling to petty emotions at such a time, and even if I’d been inclined to do so, Darius would’ve changed my mind.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s innate,” he commented from somewhere to my right. His voice was perfectly steady and he hadn’t made a single move to join us, but I sensed his arousal lurking inside him like a primeval beast.
If he hadn’t made a move yet, it was for a reason, and that reason was quite simple. Pierce.
Out of all of them, he was the only one who still showed doubt. And how could he not? While he wanted me as much as they did, we didn’t have the same history together. Pierce had hated them for so long because they’d stolen me from him. Meanwhile, my other soulmates weren’t happy about his previous lies, his alliance with Louis, and his insistence to oppose them.
But we were in this together and Darius understood that very well. I could see him now, see them both so clearly, and I berated myself for forgetting about Pierce even for a minute. I was glad that Darius was here to tell Pierce what I could not.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Touch her. You want to, don’t you? And she wants you to as well.”
Pierce still hesitated, but Bjorn refused to accept that reaction. As always, he understood what Darius and I wanted. “Stop pretending and being half-hearted, Pierce Garnier,” he snarled. “If we’re going to die, at least do so while fulfilling her wish. There’s no backing out now.”
Truth be told, a part of me would’ve liked to protest those words, to tell them to stop. The last thing I wanted was for them to force themselves into something just for my pleasure.
But Pierce’s hesitation was
useful in that it reminded me of my purpose. As much as I was enjoying this, my true wish was far more important and complicated than transient pleasure.
I couldn’t lose myself, not yet, not until I fulfilled my task, not even to them. My future depended upon this moment, on my ability to want them, to make them mine, but also to deceive them, to sacrifice myself for them, to throw everything that wasn’t my goal out the window.
At one point when I’d been distracted by my soulmates, the glow coming from The Source had turned even brighter. That wasn’t good news, but I tried to not let it get to me.
For the moment, that light couldn’t touch us. As long as I had any say, it wouldn’t, not anytime soon, not ever.
“Come to me,” I tried to tell my soulmates. “Don’t think about anything else. I’m here for you. Nothing else matters but us.”
It was just a thought, but it conveyed more than I could say through words. Each of them understood it differently, but they understood it, nonetheless.
Bjorn pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled down at me. “You’re so beautiful, you know. You always have been. But you’re the loveliest when you’re covered in my spunk.”
At this point in my life, very few kinks could surprise me. Bjorn’s sudden need to mark me with his semen certainly didn’t. But what happened next did.
When Bjorn stroked his cock two more times and came all over my face, sexual energy exploded over me like a volcanic eruption. Semen was by definition a physical substance, and yet, when it struck my cheek, I felt it. I tasted it in my mouth, salty and slightly spicy. Bjorn’s power swirled around us, even more intense than before, and I couldn’t resist it.
In the end, I decided to not even make the attempt. Instead, I allowed myself to fall under his spell, just for a little while, until I could put him under mine.
As I came, my body tightened around Declan’s prick, drawing a choked, muffled grunt out of him. He thrust into me one last time and followed me over the edge, pumping me full of his seed. Behind him, Mathias snarled, echoing the animalistic passion Declan had displayed. The next thing I knew, he was coming as well, and the surge of explosive ecstasy that echoed inside me triggered my second orgasm before I’d even managed to ride the waves of the first.
Dazed and still shaking, I lost track of what was going on and was barely aware of the moment when Pierce and Darius finally followed my plea. When Declan pulled out of me, I stumbled and fell against a strong chest, but I only realized Pierce was the one who’d caught me because of the distinctive feel of his magic.
“Shh, my love,” he whispered in French. “I’m here. I’m here for you.” At least for now.
He didn’t say the latter words out loud, but I heard them anyway. He couldn’t keep secrets from me, not in this space which I controlled. I didn’t try to reassure him, not through words, at least. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
He and I had just kissed throughout the time when I’d believed him to be my fiancé. As much as I’d enjoyed those moments, they had been shrouded by lies, by the fact that I hadn’t known my true history, my true past.
We weren’t lying now, not anymore. I might be hiding my true purpose, but my feelings were genuine. I wanted to show him that there was no reason to doubt what we shared. Our circumstances might not have been ideal, but I still believed we could surpass them.
The club where Mathias and I had first met—and where we now were, for unknown reasons—hadn’t originally given its patrons access to convenient beds. It only took a thought for me to fix that. Pierce got the message and guided me toward the piece of furniture I’d just created.
I let myself fall onto the mattress, expecting Pierce to climb on top of me. He didn’t. Instead, he joined me on the bed and pulled me into his lap, allowing me to take the lead.
I kissed him again and as I did so, his clothes vanished, giving me complete access to his body. I didn’t know who’d been the one to do that—me, Bjorn, or maybe even Darius or Mathias, but I was too grateful for it to question the reason.
I positioned myself over his erection and lowered my body over his cock. Pierce’s breath caught and I moaned as my flesh stretched to accommodate him.
It wasn’t like what I’d done earlier with Declan—not better or worse, just different. This was my first time with Pierce and the circumstances couldn’t have been worse. Even so, our desperate lust manifested into a quieter kind of passion. We moved slowly, savoring every single second of the penetration. The motion burned more than Declan’s sharper thrust had. It was his fire that I felt, the magic that had carbonized him, but had also guided me here and was keeping him from fading away.
It was so hot and fierce that at any other time, I would’ve lost myself to it. My magic responded to his, threatening to consume me. I didn’t let it. “I’m here for you too,” I told him. “I always have been.”
“I think maybe, we’ve been waiting for one another,” Darius whispered. I hadn’t deemed it possible, but I loved him a little more for his acceptance, for making this easier, even when he was struggling just as much as the others.
Darius joined me on the bed, his hands already roaming over my back. I leaned against Pierce’s chest, knowing what he wanted and more than eager to feel him inside me too.
When Darius slid into my ass, the heat intensified. It went deeper than the physical sensations I’d have experienced during normal anal intercourse. It reminded me so much of the fire that I’d been unable to control until recently, of the power that had sabotaged all my efforts to find answers and rescue my soulmates.
And yet, it didn’t scare me. It belonged to me, just like they did. Yes, I was their queen, but I was more than that. I was their past, their present, and their future. That alone had power, more power than my father could ever hold.
Once I had that certainty in mind, it was so easy for me to drift into a mental space of pure balance. I reveled in the pleasure my soulmates were giving me, but at the same time, I always remembered what I owed them.
As Darius and Pierce started to move, Mathias, Bjorn, Malachai, and Declan surrounded us, their cocks erect all over again. It wasn’t easy for me to pleasure them at the same time, but somehow, I managed. I ended up jacking them off and licking their shafts, and while it should’ve been awkward and sloppy, we found a pace that worked for us.
Together, we became a single unit. It was exactly what I’d wanted and what I’d been hoping for, a twisted mirror of what my father had done. I couldn’t have set it up better if I’d tried. And in a way, it hurt that it was so perfect, because it meant we couldn’t prolong it for much longer.
Pierce was the one who ended it. Crying out my name, he buried his cock deep inside me and came. And that was the moment when it all changed, when I had to drop the pretense that this was about saying goodbye.
Pierce’s acceptance was the last thing I had needed to complete my plan. The moment he found his peak, so did I, but this time, it wasn’t like before.
This time, they were all close enough to touch, within my reach, and I dragged them along, allowing my magic to flow over them, to engulf them and claim them. At first, it manifested into pleasure, but then, it became more than that.
They didn’t realize it at first, because I didn’t utter any chant. They surrendered to the pleasure I gave them, oblivious to what I had in mind. Darius’s seed filled my ass, and Mathias, Malachai, Bjorn, and Declan came over my breasts and my face. They really did have a fetish for that.
It was only when Pierce and Darius slid out of me that the spell began to take shape. Mathias was the one who noticed it first. His eyes widened in shock, and for a few seconds, I was reminded of our first meeting during this life, the day I’d shot him to save Declan, in this club.
“What are you doing, Lucienne? What is this all about?”
“I’m doing what I must,” I replied, “as always.”
“What you must?” Pierce repeated. “And what is that, exactly?”
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“I think you already know the answer to that question.”
Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Spirit. I had all the elements at my disposal, right here within my reach. It was a long shot, because my soulmates’ powers had been connected to their physical forms, but my astral magic compensated for that, at least a little.
It wouldn’t bring them back. I couldn’t do that. But it would keep them from fading.
Now that I no longer needed to pretend, I took a deep breath and reached for their essence, sealing it within my own soul, within my core. Pain erupted through me and I felt myself start to crack under the pressure of what I was doing.
“Lucienne, no!” Mathias shouted. “Don’t do this.”
“It’s much too dangerous!” Declan added. He might not have as much magic as the others, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t sense it. “Stop!”
“You could destroy yourself altogether,” Bjorn warned me as well.
I ignored them. I’d understood the dangers from the moment I’d asked them to claim me. I was not backing out now. “I’m not letting you go, not if there’s still something I can do about it.”
They had been willing to sacrifice themselves for my sake. It was honestly a little insulting that they’d think I’d be any different. They should’ve known better by now.
“You promised you’d stay with me and I’ll hold you to that.”
As their essence gathered inside me, the power of The Source grew crueler and more insistent. My hold on the space around us faltered. The bodies of my soulmates began to flicker and disappear, while my pain increased, becoming almost unbearable.
The Source was fighting me. Of course it was. When had things ever been simple? Apparently, it had been okay with the concept of us having a few moments to ourselves before it claimed them forever, but this was too much.
I gritted my teeth and kept going. Had I decided to not defy The Source earlier? Fuck that. I’d lived for too long to bend my knee to anyone or anything.
