Transit of Ishtar, Paranormal Erotic Romance / Urban Fantasy (Book 2 of Sinnis)

by Natalie Gibson

  Her familiar lover pulled back and filled her again and again, increasing and then decreasing the speed according to the noises Camilla made. If it was possible, he was deeper inside her than before, the ridge of his cock head rubbing her A-spot, bringing her to another precipice. She reluctantly stopped him with a word, “Wait”. Izzy knew what she wanted, because he wanted it too. He nodded at her.

  She hooked her finger at Nanae, inviting him to join them. Neither saw him stand but suddenly he was there next to them. He gripped the neckline of her dress with one hand and the helm with the other. With one tug straight up, her dress was torn and tossed. It should have been painful but Camilla barely felt it. Nanae was a healer and she felt the familiar twinge of healing where the dress pressure should have hurt.

  Israel lifted Camilla's left leg, passing it in front of his face to rest with her right one laying over his left elbow. The movement provided extra pressure around Izzy's dick and turned on her right side so that she was facing Nanae. Camilla licked her lips. She reached out with both hands and tugged his hips toward her face. Her hands were empty.

  Nanae was seated again. He was shaking with the effort of staying away from the warmth of her inviting mouth. They were both looking at him and that look said everything. They wanted him to join. Not just his Sinnis, but her lover as well. “No, my beauties.”

  Israel laughed in his wicked sexy knowing way. “You like to watch. That's cool. This time. But next time you join in. That's the deal, Nanae.”

  The large man turned to stone. Even his breath seemed to stop as the couple waited. He said something in that odd language. A sharp word that cut the air, sounding like a modern but unfamiliar curse word. They didn't know what it was but they could see he had agreed. Izzy pulled out and surged forward again. Camilla made a little sound that could have been pleasure or pain. Nanae growled in response.

  “Down, boy. She likes it.” Izzy misunderstood the Guardian. Nanae didn't think Izzy was hurting her, he wanted to be the one to force that sound from his Sinnis. Seeing another's hands on her was both arousing and infuriating. Maybe he would get away from the latter feeling if he involved himself more. He could not do so physically yet.

  “Put her on her back. Wrap her legs around your hips. Lean over her, elbows on either side of her head.” Nanae's voices was low and resonated through Izzy's body, compelling it to do the Guardian's bidding. Her shoulders were held in place by his elbows, allowing him to penetrate deeply. “Yes, trap her, cage our little bird.”

  Instinct took over again then. Izzy fucked her slow and hard. Camilla slid her arms out to her sides and then up, making a snow angel movement in the comforter. “Her wrists”, was all that Nanae could manage to say. Camilla wanted him to be more dominant too. Israel pinned her arms over her head, giving Nanae the most tempting view of firm round breast set high on her narrow ribcage. Those small but perfectly shaped mounds barely moved as her partner increased his speed, jiggling just enough to show they were real.

  Israel pressed his torso against hers tightly, compressing her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She panted and struggled, vaguely. It was a hoax. She was enjoying every bit of this. She turned her head to look at Nanae and the low oxygen made her vision fuzzy and triggered her climax. It also made her doubt her eyes.

  Camilla would have sworn as she felt Izzy's seed pumping against her cervix, that she saw Nanae disappear. He was stroking himself and milky cum erupted straight up. The two men came at the same time, but Nanae had blinked out and then back in. He was there, spraying his cum into the air and then the chair was empty.

  Spent, Israel pulled out and plopped down on his back beside Camilla. Nanae appeared just where he had been, his cock still rock hard, like he hadn't just shot the biggest load Camilla had ever seen. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the afterglow. She felt the bed above their heads dip as Nanae laid down perpendicular to them, taking up more than his half of the king sized mattress. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, then Camilla began to sing quietly. Israel had known it was coming but Nanae was new to post coital Camilla and her heavenly voice.

  It's not the pale moon that excites me

  That thrills and delights me, oh no

  It's just the nearness of you

  It isn't your sweet conversation

  That brings this sensation, oh no

  It's just the nearness of you

  When you're in my arms and I feel you so close to me

  All my wildest dreams came true

  I need no soft lights to enchant me

  If you'll only grant me the right

  To hold you ever so tight

  And to feel in the night the nearness of you

  Izzy lifted his head and scooted so that his head rested on Nanae's tout tan tummy. Nanae rubbed his fingers over Israel's temple, brushing through the soft black brown hair until Camilla finished her song. She turned over to lay on her stomach and rested her cheek on Nanae's thigh. Both men looked at her. Nanae broke whatever spell she was casting over them with a single clap of his hands, “Alright. Again.”

  “Again? I just...” Izzy looked to Camilla for help but he got none. She just smiled and nodded. She was ovulating and the more Izzy donated, the better shot she had at getting pregnant tonight. She pulled her knees under her, poking her ass up in the air, keeping her cheek pressed against Nanae's thigh. It was her turn to look mischievously at Israel. She slipped her hand between her thighs and spread her knees a little. She rocked herself forward and back slowly making soft 'unh, unh' noises rhythmically. “That helps, Camilla and I want to fuck your brains out when you make that noise, but seriously people. I'm gonna need a little recovery time before I can go again.”

  Nanae spoke a few words of his crazy language as he traced around Izzy's nipple and then down his stomach. He slid his giant palm over the other man's cock and it jumped to life. Israel made a sound like someone punched him in the gut. His intake of breath was slow and jagged as Nanae moved his meaty hand back to Izzy's head. “Shit! What the fuck was that?!”

  “His magic. What did it feel like?” Camilla knew that Izzy liked to talk about sex almost as much as have it. It was one of the things about him that turned her on so much. He was so uninhibited and she loved the way he just said all the hot nasty thoughts that popped into his head.

  Izzy's eyes were crazy as he tried to answer her. “I...I...don't know.”

  Speechless Izzy was quite the accomplishment by itself, without the healing Camilla knew Nanae was doing. “Would you like him to do it again?”, she asked. His nipples got hard as he opened his mouth to reply, but the thought of the Guardian's hand on him again, stole his breath. He nodded.

  Camilla smiled at Israel and then Nanae. She snaked her left hand up Nanae's right thigh, brushing her inner forearm along the side of his erection. The purposeful touch was meant to seem accidental. With Nanae's shaft against the softness of her inner elbow, Camilla fisted a handful of Israel's brown hair. She forced him to look at Nanae's face, “Beg him”.

  Israel liked this game. “Whatever that was, I need it again. Please, Nanae. I want to feel your hand on my cock again. I'll do anything, just please touch me again.”

  Nanae was from a different time, one not so caught up in the labels of homosexual and heterosexual. For him, there was only sexual. There were all sorts of attractions between people and Camilla had forced Izzy into performing one of great magnitude for Nanae. A man like Israel, a sexual predator in his prime, subjugating himself was a great aphrodisiac to Nanae. It was all about the struggle, the exchange and flux of power between people. “You'll do anything?”

  His voice was so masculine, not a voice at all really. It was more like boulders grinding together in his throat that his mouth and tongue formed into words. The thought of Nanae's mouth and tongue sent a wave of desire down Izzy's back. He tried to nod but Camilla's hand held him still. “Yes, anything.”

  Nanae's focus flashed on Camilla, “You want this too?”, but was
back to the other man before she could acquiesce. “Very well. You will feed me too.” Izzy did not have time to respond. The hand that was on his temple, gripped his jaw. It squeezed firmly, but not painfully, flipping some switch that automatically opened Izzy's mouth. One thick rough finger slipped in and then the thumb. Nanae's hands were so large that those two were almost enough to fill Israel's mouth. He explored a bit and then dropped the two moistened fingers to Israel's brown nipple.

  He pinched and pulled and plucked it in a way that left Izzy speechless. Again. Izzy had never been one for much nipple play but this man was a master. Israel could barely breath, forget about speaking, as the adept appendage trailed down his abdomen. He struggled to stay still as Nanae wrapped his fingers around the base of his penis. The finger span was so great that he didn't even have to use his thumb to encircle Izzy's whole shaft. The thumb pointed to the ceiling and as Nanae began his slow pumping, he used it to trace and tease the tip. A pearlescent bead already showed there and Nanae used it to put a shine on the smooth head.

  “I believe the lady wanted to know what it feels like.” There was a murmuring underlying Nanae's voice. He was saying two things at once. English to them and the incantation to Izzy's body.

  “It's terribly pleasant and wonderfully painful. I want it stop in equal parts to never wanting it to end. Every fuck I've ever had is wrapped around my cock all at once. I'm in the middle of cumming but there's no end in sight. Like I could die and not even notice.”

  “Mmmmm” was all Camilla said. Her hand had slipped from his hair and so Israel turned his head to look at her. Her lips were wrapped around Nanae's cock. It was huge. Just the tip was enough to force her mouth into a perfect 'O'.

  Israel turned on his side to see this better. His face was on the same level as hers, just on the other side of Nanae's dick. “Shit, Camilla, you look so fucking hot with that uncircumcised monster in your mouth. I can't wait to see the look on your face when he pushes that thing up your tiny little ass pipe. He's gonna split you in two.”

  “Or you.” Nanae's deep voice was like distant thunder and it was filled with menace. Israel was glad he was turned so the large man couldn't see his face. Only Camilla saw the mixture of fear and desire in his eyes as they fluttered reflecting his difficulty breathing. It was embarrassing what the Guardian could do to him with just his voice. He wanted to please the blond giant, but had never felt less sure of himself. He'd been with men and women, but never a god.

  He timidly moved toward the colossus cock. Camilla relinquished her possession of the tip and Izzy traced the ridge and the sensitive part right below it with the tip of his own tongue. Camilla gave some attention to his balls and drew designs on the underside of the shaft. Israel dropped down and kissed Camilla with Nanae's penis in the middle. Their lips and tongues danced and fought around it, traveling up and down it's length.

  Nanae roared, sounding more beast than man but through that sound, words could barely be made out. He sat up to more easily assess and access the bodies near him. Israel moved around behind Camilla, who's ass what still in the air. The pink lips of her entrance were swollen and slick, pushing out from between her thighs, her flower blooming with need. Izzy's dick throbbed at the sight. He slid the toadstool head up and down her slit and then pushed it between her legs. He used it to rub her uncomfortably aching clit until she was moaning and pushing back like a cat in heat.

  “I want to feel you stretch and push yourself further than you think you can. I want to see the moment when you realize I have more to offer than you can handle. Someday I will take all your orifices, but today I will claim your mouth as my own. Relax your throat while clenching around him. Squeeze as tight at you can, try to keep him out. Israel, apply steady pressure, moving slowly, giving her inch by inch.”

  Doing what Nanae told them brought pure ecstasy, not just because the sensations of the technique were great but because they had given up their own will. They were doing what he wanted and he wanted their pleasure.

  “I'm in to the root.” Israel shouted through clenched teeth. “Shit, she's so tight, but she couldn't keep me out.” He pulled out and repeated just a little faster this time. She did the same thing to Nanae's cock with her mouth. She let Izzy set the tempo and he increased his rhythm.

  Nanae put his heavy hand on the back of her head. When he felt the back of her throat, he forced her down on it. His dick bent and slid down her throat. He blocked all pain and even the discomfort of it from his sweet Sinnis. He let her set the depth after that and to his surprise, Camilla pushed herself just as far as he had.

  Nanae licked his thumb and forefinger and did to Camilla's nipple as he had done to Izzy's. Hers was much more sensitive than the man's. He memorized every detail of that breast. He planned to spend the coming months worshiping at the alter of her body, claiming every inch as his own. He stroked that holy areola for less than 10 seconds before Izzy yelled, “Fuck! I'm gonna cum!”.

  Nanae kept up the stimulation, but turned to look at Camilla. “Ready?” Camilla nodded as best she could. Nanae used his free hand to push a stray strand of hair off her beautiful face and then fisted the hair on the back of her head. He threw his head back. Camilla made a soft whimpering sound of pleasure and the humming further stimulated Nanae. “Temptation take me!” he exclaimed. The sensation of both men coming inside her at the same time was almost too much for tiny Camilla. She could feel the hot semen hitting the back of her throat and her cervix. Her eyes rolled back and she lost herself for a moment.

  Israel collapsed, his head resting on hers. Her cheek was back where it started, on Nanae's thigh. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder and Izzy kissed her deeply and then rolled away. He scooted so that he could lean back against the headboard. “Sunshine, you taste like cum.”

  Camilla laughed. It was a light tinkering like tiny bells. Maybe she was a pixie fairy. She took the wedge shaped pillow from Nanae and slipped it under her hips. She was getting pregnant and perfectly willing to use any advantage she could, gravity included. She lifted her legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling.

  “But, is it his cum or mine? I seriously came so hard, I wouldn't be surprised if you had tasted it. Shit, I wouldn't be surprised if your sister had tasted it.”

  Again, the fairy laugh. “That doesn't even make sense, Izzy.”

  “I know, Sunshine, but I'm not exactly thinking straight. I've never come so hard in my whole life. I may never recover. This guy's got some kind of magic fingers.”

  It was Nanae's turn to laugh. It was a different from Camilla's as humanly possible, and then some. It rumbled out and they noticed again how it sounded like more machine than man when he spoke. “You will make a full recovery. I am glad you enjoyed it, friend. Now, do it again.”

  “Are you fucking crazy, dude? I can't. I just told you I shot the biggest load of my life and you already want me to go again!”

  Nanae made a big show of cracking his knuckles and then wiggling his fingers. “Do not worry. Just lean back and let me show you what magic these fingers are really capable of.”