by Elle Cross
With their mouths on me at various pulse points, I spoke words of power that I didn’t understand, but instinctively knew as I claimed them as part of my court.
They were mine.
A rush of power spilled from me, and I felt their mouths tug and it was like they pulled at my core as they acknowledged and accepted the claim.
The light wrapped around them, scorching them. I was afraid I’d hurt them, but I felt nothing but pleasure in our shared threads.
Enver and West were already naked, their cocks hard and straining. I stroked them both, feeling the velvet smoothness of their skin along my palms, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting them. Havoc’s hard erection pressed against my back, his hands cupping my breasts, warming them in the palms of his hands.
Taran had the best advantage of all. He nuzzled between my legs spreading my folds apart as he licked up my slit, plunging his fingers inside me.
I cried out at the thrilling sensation, stroking the straining cocks in my hands.
“You want more, my queen?” Taran asked.
“Yes!”
“Havoc? You know you want to.”
Before I could ask what Taran meant, Havoc lifted my hips up and impaled me on his rigid dick. He braced my legs wide, grasping my hips to pump me up and down his body. “Fuck she’s so tight.”
With a chuckle, Taran clamped his lips on my clit, and sucked and licked me until my mind swirled in an explosion of colors.
I moaned out, waves of pleasure coming faster and faster until I burst apart.
“Thank fuck!” Havoc swore, and thrust himself into me maddeningly fast until he got off.
Both West and Enver spurted their juices all over my hands.
Sticky and shaky, they collapsed around me.
Havoc withdrew from me, as West and Enver wiped up their mess from me.
“My turn,” Taran proclaimed. He drew himself up on his knees, disappearing the boxers that he had worn to bed.
There had been whispers and sighs of longing whenever people referred to Taran’s size at court, but I never had a firsthand account. At least now I had an understanding of what “hung like a horse” actually meant.
I blinked at his size, yes, but what was even more arousing were his piercings. I touched the sensitive skin around them, spreading the clear liquid of his pre-ejaculate around. “Does that feel good, Taran?” My low, velvety voice surprised me.
The overwhelming pleasure that throbbed in our shared thread was answer enough, but I loved the hissing yes that escaped his lips, the fingers that dug into my hair, pulling it back. It was all the invitation I needed to swallow as much of him down as I could. What I couldn’t fit in my mouth, I grasped with my hands. Slick with spit, I stroked him with my hands while sucking his dick.
Havoc positioned my hips so that he could lick my clit from behind. The rough stubble of his beard heightening the sensations, making me desperate and needy already.
So that was what he meant.
Taran moved away suddenly. He lay on his back and pulled me on top of him.
I sank on his massive cock, sliding my slick heat up and down, lower and lower as I hungrily took him into my needy sex.
By the time I was seated fully on top of him, he was a coil of strained muscles, biting back his edging orgasm.
I was stretched so wide, the feeling of being so full was exciting enough. Add to that the press of the Apadravya piercings against my sensitized nerves, and I was nearly done for. To top it off, he pressed a thumb on my clit, and I arched my back, unraveling around him.
He grabbed my hips and thrust up into me like a piston unleashed.
Another pair of hands slid over my back as Havoc came up behind me. The feel of another man’s touch as I edged toward my orgasm was heady. Havoc’s hands roamed my back, hips, and spanned my stomach before cupping my breasts. He swirled my nipples in his fingertips.
Enver’s mouth claimed mine as I moaned. He growled back in response. I wanted to touch him, his hard length tempting me. But Havoc grabbed my wrists, and pulled my arms back as I finally tipped over the edge and screamed out, the waves of pleasure bursting me apart.
Havoc rolled me off Taran, who was spent and gasped for breath, and onto my back. My captured arms held high above me. I tested his hold, and his grip was like steel. I nearly swooned again.
He slanted his mouth over mine, plunging his tongue inside to wrap around mine in a crazed mating dance. He sucked my lips and bit them a little until I was pretty sure that they would bruise. Then, he left a trail of sucking kisses down my throat, marking me. I’d have a necklace of his handiwork before the night was over.
I wanted him to relieve the mounting pressure between my legs, but the evil man kept avoiding the center most part of me. He teased around my hips, my thighs. He grazed his teeth over my hipbones.
I gasped for air.
Havoc hovered over my sex, petting my thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
Enver lingered over my nipples licking one, and flicking the other between his forefinger and thumb, as if waiting for me to answer.
I was a writhing mess. “I want you to touch me.”
“I am touching you, my queen.” He blew a cool breath over me, and I squirmed and moaned trying to clench my legs together. I could come just like that.
“Dammit, I want you to lick me until I come all over your rough, stubbly face.”
“My pleasure.” Then, to no one in particular, he said, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, then fingers, then my cock. I want to feel you tight around me, you got that?”
“Yesss,” I hissed.
“I want your mouth, my love,” Enver said quietly. “I want you to swallow me down like you did Taran, once Havoc starts fucking you. For now, I’ll play with these.” Enver claimed my breasts, laving one then the other.
Havoc sealed his mouth over my clit, and I swore I could see stars. He fucked me with his tongue and fingers, pushing up so he could feel inside me for my spot.
They had said I was starved for power, but I clearly was also starved for touch. I had little resistance to my virile warriors claiming my body. With Havoc between my legs, and Enver hot on my nipples, I arched my back and moaned for them in no time.
“More,” was all Havoc growled at me, rubbing his finger against something inside me, and my walls quivered and wept again, clenching around his fingers.
“Yes,” he hissed against me, “you get so tight and wet.” Then he dragged that expert tongue of his against my sensitized clit and I went over the edge again, soaking his stubbly chin like I promised. He pulled away from me, and I whimpered. Enver kissed my pout away.
I felt Havoc’s hard thick length against me. He dragged that throbbing cock of his across my drenched slit. Then he steadily sank into me, plunging his length in as far as he could go before dragging it back out then pushing it back in.
I trembled around him.
Havoc dragged his hands over my body, resting them on the curve of my hips while he finally found a rhythm, smooth and slow. He groaned, the sound rumbling from his chest. “By the gods. So damn tight.”
Enver was ready for more, too. He backed away, making room.
They flipped me over. Havoc pulled my hips back so that my ass was perked up nicely, and he attacked me from behind. He thrust so hard, he was hitting my clit.
Enver wrapped my long hair around his fist, and guided my mouth down on to his length. I grasped his shaft while I worked his tip in my mouth.
He hissed. “You feel too good, my queen. Any more and I’ll go.” He held me still, and guided more of his length into my mouth. I swallowed him down, my throat convulsing around him. He clenched his fist in my hair tighter, thrusting slowly in my mouth.
While Enver was gentle, Havoc hammered into me, picking up speed. The two different rhythms made my head spin, sent me higher into a euphoria. Havoc gripped me with one hand and had another one between my legs, flying
over my clit.
I exploded, screaming around Enver’s cock.
Havoc kept punishing me from behind, and finally, holding my hips still and tight enough to bruise, he plowed into me. He grabbed the back of my neck and held on tight as he released inside of me.
Enver was still hard when he moved away from my mouth.
I gasped for breath, collapsing on the bed.
Havoc smacked his hand against my ass as he pulled out. He spread our juices around. “Lathered her up for you real good.” He smacked my ass again.
Cheeky bastard.
Enver mounted me then, and sank his throbbing length inside me. He buried his fingers in my hair, covered me with his body, and sank his teeth into my shoulder. I cried out.
There was no getting ready. Enver went from slow and gentle to overdrive. Every teeth-jarring thrust threatened to destroy me.
This was what I loved most. He could go so fast, so deep, at the exact places I needed him to go. I died from the pleasure of it. I didn’t even try to contain it, screaming my orgasm into the pillows.
I drowned in the power that flowed from them as they touched me. Through our bonds, our skin, our fucking thoughts, power flowed freely between us and I didn’t think I had room enough to contain it.
“Yes, my queen,” Enver said. “Take it all, everything we give you, it’s all for you. All of us for you.” He pounded away into my yielding flesh faster and faster until he found his release and let go.
While he was still hard and slick, he pressed his fingers onto my sensitized clit, parted my cheeks, and sank his length in my ass.
The pleasure was so intense I blacked out and died all over again.
When I floated back into my body, Enver was still seated deep inside of me as I rode the trembling aftershocks of pleasure. He gripped my throat, and whispered hotly in my ear, “I was your first in everything, my love. Remember that.”
How could I forget?
We slept in a tangle of limbs and sheets, stirring throughout the night to stroke and pet and sigh until finally, finally, our energy was spent and we were able to rest heedless of the gathering dark that answered the power that we had called down in our manic embrace.
Karina
I WISHED I COULD go back in time and shake my past self. So much time wasted worrying and crying when I could have opened myself up to love.
The gray light of dawn tinged pink. I was draped over West, who was on his way to being catatonic after the most intense orgasm we’d ever experienced. I peered through my hair. Enver was still down, too.
It was the bonds. They…heightened…everything. I felt everything a hundredfold. My pleasure, theirs, mine mirrored in theirs, and then theirs mingled in mine…it was an endless loop of ever-increasing rounds of pleasure.
My throat was hoarse from screaming so much.
I stretched, then a shot of pleasure tingled between my legs. West had grown hard inside me. I snorted, leaning forward and bouncing on him. Fast.
He writhed awake beneath me, spanning his hands over my ribcage, supporting me as I rode us both to one more explosive orgasm.
Enver ended up roaring awake as he exploded with us, shooting hot jets of cum in thick ropes all over his beautiful stomach as he clenched my thigh. “Fuck that was one wake up call,” he said in between gasps. He mopped himself up with one of our discarded clothes.
We needed to do laundry.
Karina
“I still can’t believe I missed that last ménage,” Havoc pouted.
“You had more than enough, and many more to come,” Enver replied, making Havoc snort.
I rolled my eyes, leaving them be to sort out those details.
The lingering effects of not sleeping clung to me like strands of wet hair across my face. I shambled over to the coffee. I poured it out, the delightful steam curling in the early morning hush in the kitchen.
I shuffled out to the sun room, an enclosed porch that overlooked the back property of the house. Gray no longer tinged the sky, but it was still early enough that the sun was a pale yellow. I sat at the glass top table to sit and stare. This was my favorite time of the day.
I blew a cool breath on the surface of the black liquid before taking that first sip. If this was not the original black magic, then I didn’t know what was. I drank deeply, knowing that there was enough coffee made that I could refill my cup a second time.
Havoc approached when he was sure it was safe to talk to me, pouring love and light through our thread first. He wasn’t a Strategist for nothing. "What are we going to do today, my queen?" He remained standing at my side, his hip at the perfect height for me to lean my head against. He trailed gentle fingers through my hair, caressing my cheek.
I hadn't thought past bathing myself in coffee. I shook the cobwebs from my mind so I could be coherent. Queenly. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled as he plopped down in the seat next to me. “I mean what are we going to do today?”
I fumbled through the fog in my mind to find a thread of coherent thought. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I wanted to walk around this city and see where I might be able to get my bearings. See if anything looks familiar from that dream.”
He shrugged. “Sounds fun. Like a scavenger hunt. Want some company?” He waggled his brows at me.
I giggled. “Always.” Someone had slipped something into my hand, and automatically, I bit into it. Then I realized that it was a piece of toasty and buttery deliciousness that was layered with a chocolatey-nutty something else.
I moaned in delight.
“Well, I know what I’m wearing to bed tonight.”
I snorted on my coffee at Havoc’s words, coughing out a laugh.
“My queen, don’t choke, please. Enver would kill me.”
I sipped my coffee, amused by their banter. The coffee was warmed up. When did that happen?
Taran entered from the kitchen, hands full of food. It was then that I noticed the smell of heavenly delights saturating the air from the kitchen. I got up to help, but Havoc kept me seated.
He took a platter from Taran and helped to lay out the rest on the table. Done, Havoc pecked my cheek. “This all looks good, you guys.” Then to me, he added, “I’ll train first; West is probably already there, and we’ll get something to eat after. Whenever you’re ready, though, let me know.”
I was too fuzzy to follow this shifting conversation and too focused on the food. “Promise.”
Taran had piled a plate full of an assortment of food and set it in front of me. “Good morning, my queen.” He kissed and nuzzled my cheek. “Did you sleep well?”
I blushed in answer. He kissed my burning cheek, plucked a grape from the plate and popped it in my mouth.
Gesturing to the food laid out family-style, I asked, “Are we expecting company?”
Taran looked at the food then back at me. “No, not particularly. I’ll be right back.” When Taran returned, he had yet another serving bowl of food to add to the table already laden with eggs, sliced fruit, bread, and several types of meat. Orange juice, water, and more coffee served in a decanter followed.
“Who is going to eat all this?” I said in awe.
He chuckled. “Us, of course.” He brushed my hair from my forehead, then kissed it. “Dig in, you must be hungry.”
I was hungry, but I didn’t want to eat while they were yet cooking and serving. I picked up a corner of buttered toast to mollify Taran who looked like a hovering nanny. Instead of eating, I asked, “What more are you cooking?”
Bacon? Where did all this food come from?
“Eat more,” Taran said again. “Please.”
I deliberately took a bite of toast. “Nommy,” I said, my mouth full.
He smiled, placated, and retreated back to the kitchen, for w
hat purpose I could not possibly know.
Enver came in bearing a platter of crisp bacon, cooked just like I love. He slipped some on my plate, which I realized was mostly empty. I hadn’t even known that I had eaten anything.
He kissed my forehead, too, then went through a ritual of scooping more eggs on my plate. I shook my head when he offered more toast, but I gladly accepted more of the other meats.
“Eat, we’ll join you soon.”
Evidently, when you fuck someone’s brains out, you get really hungry. And, if the people with whom you fucked loved you dearly, they end up making the food for you and feeding you.
I shrugged and dug in, inhaling another plateful as they sat down to eat.
Their portions were easily double the size of what mine were. And I was still hungry. They each doled out more food on my plate without my asking, putting together an even better combination of foods than before: more meat, hardly any bread.
They were quick learners.
“Thank you for breakfast. Now I see why there was so much made.” I picked at my food, eating at a normal rate now. Every now and again, one or the other would feed me something off their plate, too. As if I didn’t already have my own plate of food.
I finished the rest of my breakfast with Taran and Enver. West and Havoc popped in after they’d finished training. I drank my coffee and kept them company as they ate while Taran and Enver disappeared.
I wondered if they had a rotation kind of schedule to make sure that they were each spending the same type of time with me. Maybe I could talk to my mother about that. Except I didn’t want her to be tempted to go into a side conversation about some more sex or what not. Or have her share her highlight reel with me. Gag. This may be something I could reach out to my sister about. Morana was always more practical, and her guard seemed pleased to be with her.
Not that that’s saying anything because the men that were drawn to serving queens tended to vibrate and resonate with her. Which meant that Morana’s men were as frigid and frosty as she was. And more than equal to her zeal of spilling blood on snow.
