by Amy Sumida
“You are mine, at last, Carus,” he growled. “All mine.”
“Yes.”
“My hands are the only hands that will touch your beautiful breasts.”
“Yes.”
“My lips are the only lips you shall ever kiss.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“And my cock is the only cock that you will ever take into your body.”
“Yes.”
“You shall submit to my lusts and I will satisfy every desire you have.”
“Yes, my love!”
“Say it! Tell me now that you are mine alone. That you will give yourself to no one else!”
“I'm yours and yours alone,” I vowed.
Azrael snarled in triumph and pounded faster and faster until pleasure turned my mind hazy. My world centered on the grunting animal between my thighs and his savage shaft. All sensation became the gathering ecstasy that tightened my muscles—the rhythmic pleasure that beat its way up from my core. The only smell I knew was his scent—vanilla orchids and stag musk. All I needed was his taste to be completely consumed by him.
I reached for him. “Kiss me, Faerie God.”
Azrael slid his hands beneath me and lifted me to his kiss. As our tongues met and his taste exploded in my mouth, he groaned and bucked through his release. My body splintered into sparkling pieces, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around my lover, trying to keep myself whole. And deep within my belly, magic and passion took root and began to grow.
Chapter Fifty
Weeks went by, maybe months. I wasn't sure. Outside the castle walls, technology found its place among the magic. The human race reached a balance and moved past the growing pains of its reborn world. Businesses reopened and the economy started to recover. Fey fruits and vegetables—growing wildly and abundantly without help from humans—were discovered to be so delicious that new restaurants opened just to showcase them. Fishermen learned how to fish respectfully and small cattle ranches were established. Unfortunately, cows didn't do well with the whole roam wild thing, and Azrael finally agreed that they could be kept in small numbers.
World governments also went through some radical changes. The Earth was now ruled by the Fey Gods and our laws were obeyed by the entire planet. With worldwide laws, things actually ran much smoother. Azrael gave the world leaders his orders, they followed them, and humans thrived. Laws were created to protect the new creatures that roamed freely and the new race of Wild Fey who Azrael had claimed as our people. With the creation of the Elemental Well, the Wild Fey had ceased to be so wild, just as the elements had. Reason returned to them. They stopped mindlessly attacking people and a tenuous peace was born, watched over and guided by the Faerie Gods.
I admit it was mostly Azrael who handled the humans. As the days passed, I cared less and less about their issues and left the speeches and meetings to my husband, who took great pleasure in them. I was more focused on our sons, growing in my belly. My stomach had swelled and rounded as if I were in my second trimester. But with Azrael and I being who we were, my pregnancy was likely proceeding at a rapid rate, which meant that my belly wasn't an accurate indication of time. Which was fine; time didn't matter. As long as my sons were born healthy and whole, I would happily carry them for as long as necessary.
My big belly only aroused Azrael more and we spent hours every day reveling in our love, his shaft thrusting deep in my sex or mouth or even that other place that had seemed forbidden to him when we were trying to conceive. Now, he had no such restraints and took me when, where, and how he pleased. My clothing would vanish and I'd know my husband was in need. I'd lay down and spread my legs or brace myself on my hands and knees, waiting for him to find me and take me. Sometimes, I'd hide instead and give the god a good chase. Azrael needed that—to hunt me to ground and fuck me savagely. To rut his dominance over me and establish his virility. The magic and beasts in me understood this and submitted to it because we loved him. But he was not merely a beast and I was not merely his mate. I was also his eternal goddess, the mother of his unborn children, and Azrael worshiped me as much as he dominated me. In short, we achieved harmony as well.
Life became pure pleasure. Pure love.
As for my other husbands and children. I trusted that they were safe and well. I still loved them, somewhere in the dark corners of my mind and heart, but I couldn't concern myself with them anymore. I had greater responsibilities now. They must have known this because they never returned or tried to contact me. No god came to the gates of the Golden Citadel—as the humans had taken to calling it. But many of the Wild Fey came—summoned by their god—and built homes in the surrounding forest.
They were just another layer of protection and power that Azrael surrounded us with. His magical army. The humans called them holy or evil, depending on their perspective. No, they hadn't all miraculously started to adore us. There were still rebel factions who refused to accept the new fey world and its new fey gods. But neither Az nor I were worried about their little schemes. Their own people would keep them in line. The world governments belonged to us now.
“There you are,” Azrael declared as he entered the library.
I was in a chair near the window, reading in a shaft of late afternoon sunlight. I closed the book and laid it on the window ledge as he strode over to me.
“Here I am.” I grinned and laid my hands over my belly. “Here we are.”
“My wife and sons,” his voice dropped into a reverent tone as he knelt before me and set a hand just below mine.
I opened my arms and Azrael laid his cheek on the swell of my stomach. His wings came down to drape me like a blanket and he sighed deeply. I stroked his hair, a feeling of utter contentment washing over me. I could have stayed like that forever. But that wasn't what my husband wanted.
Azrael lifted his head, kissed me, and whispered in my ear, “Spread your legs for me.”
I shifted my legs apart as my clothing trailed away on a gentle breeze. The Faerie God grinned wickedly as he hooked my knees over the armrests of my chair and pushed them back as far as they'd go, bringing my hips forward and my bottom nearly off the seat. He bent his head and gave me a long, hard lick. I shuddered. Azrael's face disappeared behind the bulge of my belly but his antlers extended to either side. I grabbed them and pulled him closer.
The Faerie God growled and chuckled simultaneously, then began to suck. It took only a few minutes of his talented ministrations to send me into writhing ecstasy. I shouted his name as I came for him. As I shivered with aftershocks, Azrael sucked hard at my breasts, tightening my nipples into aching buds and stoking the fire of my lust back to life. I held him there, anticipating my next climax even as I came down from the first.
But then Azrael straightened and helped me set my feet back on the floor. As I cocked my head at him in question, he stood up and held a hand out to me. I took his hand, wondering what he had planned; he had a wild look in his eyes.
Azrael helped me up, onto my shaking legs, and leaned down to growl in my ear, “Now, run, Carus.”
I gasped and fled the room.
“Your scent is strong now, my love,” he called after me. “I have it on my lips. You will not be able to hide from me this time.”
I ran faster, my hair trailing behind me.
The castle shifted around me as I ran, becoming an open wilderness. It was a trick the Faerie God loved to play and he excelled at it. He didn't just hunt me to ground, he altered the ground to coax me where he wanted me to go. When I stumbled, a plant appeared suddenly to catch me with its velvety leaves and help me back to my feet. That was another thing Az excelled at—protecting me even as he hunted. He couldn't let anything happen to me or his sons.
My blood sang through my veins as I sped up, holding my heavy breasts—still wet from his kisses—to keep them from bouncing painfully. I surged past the shores of a lake and considered taking to the air. An open field stretched before me but as I entered it, trees grew instantly and hemmed me in. I circ
led about frantically, then crouched to take flight, but strong arms caught me from behind and kept me earthbound. I struggled and Azrael laughed in triumph, lifting me easily before him.
Air and shadows cradled the front of my body, helping Azrael hold me aloft and drawing my long hair forward out of the way. I stretched my wings out, exposing as much of myself to him as I could, and shivered into stillness. The excitement of the run shifted into sharp arousal as his grip transferred from my waist to my thighs. Az spread me wide as if putting me on display for an audience. Air brushed my sex, spreading it, and water collected in the form of a tongue to lash at me mercilessly. I cried out and hung my head back over Azrael's shoulder. He growled low in his throat and slid into me.
The Faerie God gave a few deep thrusts before withdrawing and angling back to that other channel. As he did, darkness formed a sleek black shaft and replaced him, pumping into my core steadily. I whimpered as Az worked himself into my ass, even as that shadow-cock filled my sex. My husband knew that I had cravings that required special handling on occasion, and he accepted that because he loved me. He did what he had to do to satisfy all of my desires, just as he promised he would, and I loved him for it.
“Is this what you want, Carus?” Azrael drawled in my ear. “Two cocks fucking you at once? Or do you desire three?”
A watery shaft appeared before my face and slipped its dripping tip over my lips. I opened on an eager moan as my husband chuckled and pumped deeper. The liquid rod stretched my lips and stroked my tongue, feeling just like the real thing. I sucked at it harder but was careful not to scrape it with my teeth. Although it was made of water, it was still a part of Azrael.
“Yes, that's it. Suck that wet cock, Carus. I feel your tongue and your lips on me,” he panted. “I feel your hot sex and tight ass. I feel it all!”
Azrael thrust faster with his flesh, and his magic mimicked his movements, speeding up as well. I groaned, water dripping down my neck and over breasts while shadows stroked my thighs. Then darkness solidified around me and took all of my weight so that Azrael could move his hands to my breasts. He squeezed and stroked, then pinched my nipples as he slammed even deeper, stretching me deliciously. Rapture ran through my body like fire and then my wings, making them tremble and stretch toward the sky.
Azrael gave a resounding roar and two of his cocks erupted inside me—water sliding down my throat and shadows into my sex—as his shaft of flesh withdrew to spill onto the grass. He dropped to his knees as darkness lowered me to my feet. I turned to face him, my wings settling with a sigh. My husband smiled and laid his cheek on my belly once more as he wrapped his arms around me. I held him there as I shivered with fading pleasure.
“You didn't scream again,” he murmured.
“What was that, my love?”
Azrael leaned back to say, “I didn't give you enough pleasure.” He laid back on the soft grass and motioned me over to him. “Straddle my face, sweet goddess. Your slave wants to worship you.”
Chapter Fifty-One
A great roaring cacophony woke Azrael and me. I moaned and sighed, my hands going immediately to my belly, as they always did in the morning. I'd been having nightmares about miscarrying and I needed the reassurance that my babies were still there. They were and they were annoyed. My sons stirred beneath my hands as if they'd been awakened by the relentless sound as well. I turned toward Azrael, who looked unconcerned.
“Good morning, Carus,” Azrael murmured before he kissed me. “How are our sons?”
“Active.” I grinned. Then I scowled. “What is that noise?”
“Shall we find out?” He grinned at me.
I ran a finger along one golden antler. “It sounds like a battle, Az.”
He shrugged and slipped out of bed. “If it is, we will end it.”
The naked Faerie God held his arms out to either side and darkness swirled around him. It solidified into clothing first and then, over that, leather armor accented with golden plates in the form of leaves. His long hair rippled, shifted by the formation of the armor, and then settled into place between his wings. Azrael spread those glorious, feathered limbs wide, stretching as he yawned. I curled on my side to admire him but then he came around the foot of the bed—if a round bed can be said to have a foot—and offered me a hand.
I gladly accepted his help to get to my feet, feeling overwhelmingly happy to know that this man, this wondrous being, was mine. Azrael was a magical dream come true; a god, a faerie, and an angel wrapped into one. Incomparable, heart-wrenching beauty tempered with striking masculinity and an ambiance of power that couldn't be denied. I loved every inch of him, from the tips of his golden antlers to his perfect toes.
And Az stared back as if he were contemplating something similar about me. Isn't that one of the best aspects of love—that you see each other as gods? In our case, it also happened to be true. I grinned like a girl at the thought.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Azrael asked with a grin of his own, then kissed the corner of my lips as if he wanted to taste my happiness.
“Why not?” I shot back and held out my arms expectantly.
Darkness came to my call and enfolded me in its velvet embrace, creating a gown of complicated elegance and beauty. A pair of soft, leather slippers formed on my feet, not that I could see them beneath the bulge of my belly and the yards of black fabric that hung from it. My crown lifted from its pedestal near the mirror and hovered into place on my head as Azrael's did the same for him. I looked over Azrael's armor; he even had a sword strapped to his waist and heavy boots adorned with gold on his feet. Despite his confident words, he anticipated trouble.
The Faerie God escorted me through the hallways of the Golden Citadel, past the priceless paintings we'd returned to Paris—and went to a few other museums—for. I smiled at the melting clocks of a Dali. I've always been a fan of surrealism and as much as I appreciated a good Da Vinci as much as the next person, Salvador Dali has always been my favorite. Although, the hedonistic eroticism of Klimt has always fascinated me too—and his use of real gold didn't hurt. I drew my fingertips over the embossed gold of one such painting and practically purred with pleasure. To be able to touch such masterpieces was a thrill. Azrael already had a fine collection in Shehaquim but this was ours, chosen together, and meant more to me.
Our footsteps fell silently on the stone steps as Azrael and I headed down to the castle courtyard. I contemplated how empty the citadel was and longed for the sound of men prowling the halls—some in the form of lions—and children laughing. My hand went to my belly again. I'd have the laughter soon enough. Until then, I'd be content with Azrael and the music we made together.
We crossed the courtyard and climbed the stairs to the battlements. I gave a gasp of surprise when I saw the fight that raged in the meadow below. Our Wild Faeries were defending the citadel against an invading force that was composed mostly of the hordes of Hell. Demons. They swarmed through the forest, led by Satan himself in all his devilish glory. Lucifer's angelic wings were gone, replaced with leathery limbs more appropriate to a dragon. His head bent to gore faeries with the ebony horns that crowned it, a barbed tail lashed behind him to slash any who thought to attack his back, and his wicked claws rent flesh as he bared his sharp teeth in fury. In his hands, he held Azrael's scythe.
But the Devil and his minions weren't the only ones there. A few Angels fought among them, including three of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Archangel Michael. My old lovers were there as well, adding their magic to the mayhem, and my god friends and lions were with them. Even my sons from a past life, Vidar and Vali, were in the battle. The only ones absent were Hekate and Persephone. I rubbed my belly, grateful that the other mothers-to-be weren't risking their children for such insanity.
“Cease!” Azrael roared and the very earth trembled.
The Wild Fey drew back, panting. The gods and the faeries with them—Arach had brought the Imps, Isleen, and the High Prince—went still, angling the
ir heads to look up at us. My ex-lovers stared at my rounded belly with wide eyes.
“You cannot win,” Azrael spoke in his resonant faerie god voice. “You must know that. So, why have you come?”
“You're sorely mistaken, Son,” Lucifer snarled. “We can and will win. We will lay siege to this castle until you come down here and face me.”
“You want to fight me, Father?” Azrael asked in genuine confusion. “Why? What have I done to earn your hatred?”
“I don't hate you, Azrael,” Lucifer said softly. “But you are not entirely my son. Something has overtaken you, and I will stand for it no longer.”
“You cannot change who I am by fighting me,” Azrael said with a small frown. “What do you hope to accomplish?”
