by Eve Bradley
Do you want this? Glend asked.
She nodded her head and parted with Valryn to cling to Glend’s chest. Her fingers clenched tightly over his fit torso, and she moved them to feel his pectorals and then reached up to kiss his beautiful mouth. She felt his cock bulging against his pants, and she rolled her body against his front. She then turned and kissed Darrian. Their mouths tasted different and the wetness of their tongues caused her undergarments to moisten. She kissed Darrian as if he were a woman starved of attention, and she had been, in some ways.
His hands reached for her thighs, and he lifted her up into his arms so that her legs wrapped around him. She felt tiny wrapped around his muscled abdomen. He supported her by holding her backside with a firm grip.
I thought you weren’t coming back. His thoughts were urgent, horrible, and solemn.
She nodded through their kisses. She understood. All they could do was kiss and suck one another’s lips, eager to taste and feel the realness of the other. Behind her, Valryn and Glend began to caress her back and hair. Their desire was like a gauze, coating the air and encompassing her senses.
She heard Valryn take out a knife, and suddenly her clothes were being cut away. She was shocked when he was able to free her body expertly, and his hand touched and massaged her naked ass. It was an overwhelming sensation, and she quivered as she kissed Darrian and allowed herself to enjoy Valryn kneading her sore muscles and Glend kissing her neck and back, leaving trails of raw sucked skin.
She needed this, and the need was like a vortex inside her.
It was surprising when Valryn’s fingers swept down the center of her, grazing her excited folds and taking some of the moisture there and swirling it around her second hole. He rolled his fingers in circles around the tight opening, and she groaned against Darrian’s lips.
Do you want both? He asked.
Yes.
Glend lowered himself beneath her and his warm tongue came into contact with her dripping cunt. He drew his tongue from there to her ass, and he firmly pressed over every ridge, and then began to lap at her opening. She heard Valryn begin to undo his trousers, and she was nearly flinching with need every moment Glend’s soft tongue explored her. He began to loosen her with his fingers, pushing gently and being utterly thorough. She was sure he knew exactly how to do it after all his years of ass play. She smiled as Darrian spread her further for him, and she let her head fall back, loving the sensations. Her hair fluttered against Glend’s forehead.
Valryn rubbed his cock against her ass. Glend released his own throbbing erection from his pants, and then began stroking himself as he watched Valryn begin to stick his tip inside her. She let out a breath. She could hear their internal voices wanting and needing, thirst and admiration for her filling her mind like a buzz. Darrian was able to fumble with his own pants, and rubbed his cock against her most sensitive parts.
Catryn felt a greedy hunger for them all. It was something indescribable. When Darrian’s length pushed up into her, she gasped. Valryn continued to pulse softly in her second hole, and she moved as well as she could to take them both. The sensation of having them both there was nearly more than she could bear. The mewls of her excitement must have given Valryn the encouragement he needed because he pushed into her to the hilt. She nearly cried out but bit down on her lip so hard she was sure she drew blood.
“Let it go,” Glend said. “Don’t hold back.”
She moaned and Darrian began to bounce her atop him. Valryn pumped into her from behind. How could she hold both of them inside her? She felt both of their shafts grinding into her deeply. They made their own delicious noises. Her climax was like a mountain, and with every thrust, they pushed her closer and closer to the peak.
The fucked her hard. Mercilessly. It was as if they were releasing their anger towards her with every spear. But every push and pulse was pleasure, and she clung to the wish that they could fill up every part of her, every part of her that felt broken and lonely and wicked. With them, her magic was a chorus. Her mind was whole. Her body was no longer degraded, but rather, worshipped.
She felt Valryn nearing his ejaculation, and she reached back for his neck so that she was resting against his chest and also continuously filled with Darrian.
I’m going to fill you up. Valryn’s thoughts were bold in her mind.
Valryn drove himself into her firmly, and she felt the twitch of his cock as his cum flowed up into her. Her core tingled as if he’d pulled her climax nearer, and when he’d finished Darrian set her down.
Get down. Glend told her.
She went onto all fours, knowing what he meant to do. She stuck her ass up and he impaled her cunt.
Your ass is glittering with his cum. He said appreciatively, and as she rammed herself back against his cock the way she was accustomed to, he massaged the sore open space where Valryn had stretched her. Darrian knelt down and she opened her mouth to take him. He moved with her rhythm. She looked up at him and they shared an indelicate moment where he was near coming, and she was in control.
Come for me, my warrior. She told him sweetly, and his eyes rolled back. His abs were taut as he stirred in her mouth and then his liquid sprayed across her tongue and teeth. She sucked him hard and then released him.
Gods, Cat.
She smiled up at him sensually as he leaned down to kiss her. Glend’s skin slapped against her as he ravaged her. Both Valryn and Darrian leaned down and caressed her breasts. They took Darrian’s cum from her lips and skimmed and pressed it into her nipples. She shut her eyes. Her climax was close, and when Glend began to surge into her ruthlessly, it hit her. Massive jolts of sensation trembled through her and her core quaked. She didn’t realize that she’d nearly screamed, but the sounds came from her throat. She couldn’t hold it in.
You are so beautiful. Darrian’s thoughts hit her.
We are slaves to you. Valryn affirmed reverently.
Glend had come with her, and he helped her to a stand. Valryn scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the giant pool of water at the center of the room. The water flowed around her as he gently set her down.
Valryn helped to lower her back in the water so that her hair could be submerged. The soft scent of lotus and roses filled her senses, and she sighed, completely drunk on everything. Nothing else mattered, except them. The men helped wash her hair and body, moistening her with the soap and oil offered for daily cleansing.
They touched her without speaking. But she knew their thoughts now, and they didn’t need words. Valryn set her on the edge of the bath on the stones and helped her open her legs for them. She took her second orgasm as the three of them kissed and sucked the jewel at the apex of her thighs and the skin surrounding. Seeing them all there drove her over the edge. They kept going, giving her time in between her releases. They took turns on her clit, giving one another opportunity to please her.
She would always remember this image. The three of their mouths and handsome faces buried between her widely spread legs, lavishing her until she was shaking and couldn’t take any more.
Catryn was refreshed and ready to do what had to be done. She had the maids draw her hair up and dressed into a fresh arrangement of Yamarian clothing. It was a burgundy two-piece garment with form-fitting pants and a skirt with slits on both sides. The top was cropped and showed a sliver of her toned belly and was embroidered with a gold serpent. She wore her leather boots and when she looked at herself in the mirror, for once she wasn’t shocked by the silver lines of the crown resting in her red hair.
Magic flared inside her like a cunning dragon.
Maru had come up to warn her that the Sultan was outraged that she’d kept him waiting with an audience hall full of otherworldly creatures. She walked down the white marble halls with the four of them at her back.
“Ready for your answers?” she smirked, emotions twisting and turning her gut.
“Sultan Hajj certainly is,” Maru muttered.
Catryn could tell that Maru
was awkward once again because she knew exactly what they’d been doing in her chambers.
The double doors were parted by two obedient guards in gleaming gold armor, and they entered to find the Sultan on his throne, vehemence maiming his features. On one side stood Majmal, who’s mouth was dropped in awe. On the other side was Kalif, as arrogant and mysterious as ever. Behind him in their own identically crafted gold chairs were the twins Sasha and Setora. She briefly admired how decorative and ornate the Yamarian palace was, and as her eyes circled back to where the gathering of frightened Djinn were huddled, she caught Sarth’s gaze.
He assessed her first, and then a flash of irritation crossed his face when he saw her Guardians.
“Well, you have the floor Peacequeen Catryn,” the Sultan growled, sulking in his chair. His robes dripped with jewels and shining expensive cloth.
“General Kalif...” she turned, clasping her hands together as she walked across the expansive marble floor. Her voice echoed through the silence. The men’s voices instantly clamored in her mind, but she hushed them and drew up her wall.
“You made this possible. Would you like to explain how you knew exactly where the last of the ancient Djinn were living?”
General Kalif tilted his head, his narrow chin and face sporting a relaxed and inhuman carelessness. He appeared nearly disgruntled at her calling him out. His hands went to his gold metal clad hips and his jaw went slack. Speechless.
“What, did you not tell them?” she asked innocently.
“Not tell us what?” Valryn demanded.
“I think it is good we’re all here. Now I can set the record straight. Sultan Hajj, I meant you no disrespect by leaving so...promptly. I was afraid of the block that Majmal had discovered. I felt that I was unable to protect any of you. I spoke with General Kalif, and he offered me a map that was supposed to lead me to the tomb of a thousand-year-old Peaceking. Instead, it led me...” she pointed to the families of scared, confused, Djinn. “To them.”
“We don’t have time for this. We should be preparing the armies. The demons will be upon us soon if your friend is correct,” Kalif sneered.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Darrian raged. “You knew where she’d gone the entire time, and you said nothing?”
The Sultan was looking at Kalif with profound disgust.
“She told me to stay silent,” he retorted.
But that wasn’t exactly true. Not to her.
“I’ll finish what I have to say,” she stared daggers into him. Her magic slithered towards him and he staggered to a seat. “I met one of the most ancient Djinn there. Her name was Aisha, and she was the last Djinn to be connected to a human. She’d been coerced into creating the dark Djinn we know. They are Djinn, but born of Vulzon.”
“Vulzos...” Majmal repeated as if it were a dirty, wicked word to repeat.
“The god of death, destruction, and chaos,” she told them as she walked the length of the space before the throne. “It’s interesting that Kalif sent me there.”
“I didn’t know,” he said, gesturing with a pointed finger to the ground. “How could I have?”
“You knew,” Maru snapped at him, her hair unkempt and wildly wavy around her accusing face. She wore the clothing she’d brought and washed; her shield and bow slung onto her back. An array of vials were slipped into loops at her hip.
“So, General. As far as I’m concerned you either sent me there to save them, or you sent me there so that Vulzon himself could murder me,” Catryn seethed, finally giving in to her anger.
Darrian and Valryn let out stinging exhales, and she watched them tense with fury out of the corner of her eye. Even Glend was postured in hostile anger.
“And I did meet him...” she allowed herself one bitter laugh. “A god.”
The entire hall was glaringly still. No one moved.
“But...but...the gods and goddesses, they’ve not been in contact with the human world for centuries. Perhaps thousands of years,” a fearful Sasha interjected.
The Sultan’s eyes were bulging from his head.
“Yes. And this is because of something that the Peaceking Greguene did. I don’t know exactly what...but Aisha told me that during their time together, he’d been forced to dim magic in our world in order to stop Vulzon. Through this, the ancient races became scarce. He gave them their safe havens. He gave all of them safe havens. A way to exist in our world without contact with humans.”
“Serpent above...” the Sultan blanched as white as bone.
“Then others exist,” Glend’s tone was riddled with shock.
Catryn swallowed.
“Vulzon made me a promise. He promised me that he will destroy all of humanity, and this time he says things will be different. He has other ways of creating his armies. But Aisha left me with an important understanding of him,” she let out a breath and glanced up at the gilded royals cradled by their cushy, luxurious environment. “He is unable to create. He forced Aisha to bear his demon children. Now that she’s gone...I can only guess that he is searching for another ancient race.”
“And these creatures? Kalif said they are coming still? Did you not exterminate them?” the Sultan harassed.
She beckoned Sarth, and he came forward with his electric eyes lowered.
“I am Sarth, the son of Aisha,” he told the Sultan. “They won’t be dead. They have to be killed by one of magic blood. Catryn crushing the tunnel that led to our home only bought us time.”
“How much time?” the Sultan asked, ogling Sarth as if he were an animal in his menagerie.
Sarth’s cool gaze flicked to hers, and then back to the floor.
“Not enough.”
Murmurs broke out across the hall. A chirruping bird in the high alcoves seemed out of place for the moment, and Catryn shut her eyes for a second.
“Your armies, Kalif, will do nothing against them. These are not men of flesh and bone. They are monsters of Vulzos. They’re smoke and flame. We only have a select few people in this room who would be able to fight against thousands,” she explained. She saw Sarth’s shoulders tense.
“They are?” the puzzled Sultan urged her.
“Myself, Maru, Sarth, and the rest of the Djinn. Although some of them are only children. The others may not possess the knowledge of battle,” she explained.
“Maru?” Darrian questioned.
“The Evanonan’s descend from Sea Dragons, who, as we now know, are no myth or fable,” Catryn looked to Maru, who seemed quite uncomfortable to be under so much scrutiny.
“It’s true. I killed a few of the fuckers,” she nodded stiffly. “Even shot Vulzon with an arrow.”
Catryn held back a smirk at the woman’s cockiness.
“But,” Catryn turned to Sarth. “If you allowed some of the Djinn to connect with us...you could have access to insurmountable power. Aisha said it herself. And with this power...you could protect the rest of your people.”
She was insistent, searching his eyes, imploring him to see that this was the right thing to do. His lip pulled up in a snarl of anger.
“Please,” she reached for his hand and lowered her voice. “You owe none of us anything. But you witnessed the same things as I in that cave. You know that the threat is real. Please...if you do nothing, you are giving in.”
“We do not serve humans,” he hissed in her face, and she heard Val shifting behind her.
I’ll kill him.
“Don’t serve us. Serve your people. Keep them alive. I will be personally responsible for whatever connections are formed. I can sever our relations once Vulzon is defeated, and you all shall return home. I will help you construct a new haven. I...I promise...”
Looking into his eyes nearly cored her. He was rightfully angry, but now he was morose, brooding. His ethereal features twisted in pain. But of course they were. He’d watched his mother, lover, and countless others die. She thought of the time in the library cavern when he’d admitted infatuation for her.
“I�
�m so sorry...” she whispered.
“Humans are the reason that Vulzon enslaved Aisha to birth his wicked offspring. They’re the reason he will enslave other races when he finds them. The gods stretched out their hand to offer a champion for the poor, insignificant mortals. But now we are suffering the consequences,” he spat. “Daughter of Celosia...we will not help you.”
“Then are you against us?” Kalif flung the words at him, shifting his stance.
Sarth glared up at him.
“Perhaps we may as well be.”
The guards in the room perked up, the words nearly a proclamation of war. The Sultan gripped the arms of his throne and scrambled for words. Sasha and Setora gasped.
“Seize the Djinn. Keep them in the dungeons until they learn the proper way of behaving,” he said. His voice was a black utterance.
The Djinn began to ready themselves. Guards of gold and violet readied their curved blades, and they began closing in, sweeping towards them in a unified formation.
“Stop!” Catryn shrieked and went to stand between them. She held up her hands. “These are a kind and gentle people. They do not deserve this. It is his decision. We can’t tell them what to do.”
“They will not stay here and take from my reserves. I have people to protect and people to feed, and if you are correct in saying these demons will be upon us soon, we should all flee this place!” the Sultan stood, voice raised and arms waving about.
“I will take them with me then,” she responded just as harshly. “But know this, it would be better for us to stand and fight now than run.” She looked fiercely at Sarth, who remained silent. Fury stroked the flames inside her.
“My gifts remain. Take the men, food, and treasures that I offered you before. Then be gone from here. I will not have these savages living in my palace taking any of my resources if they’ll be so selfish as not to help us.”
