Embracing the Celestial Way [Celestial Nights 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Chapter Four

  “It’s not coming off!” Savannah shouted as she looked at Hercules and Virgo, who cringed by the bathroom door. She wasn’t opposed to having a tattoo, and even thought about getting one done while on this adventure to commemorate everything she had seen and done, but never, not once, did she think to put on her face.

  “Why isn’t it coming off?”

  “May it’s one of those wash and wear ones,” Hercules chimed in. “You know like the ones you can get at the five-n-dime.”

  “Cute, Hercules,” Virgo replied, sighing, and then looked at her. “Baby, it’s permanent. I’ll help you take care of it until it heals. You don’t want that getting infected. In the meantime, if you still want, the Pickle Festival is today, and then there’s the Destiny’s Melon Extravaganza tomorrow.”

  “I don’t know, V. I was thinking about heading on out today. I like this town and all, but there is so much more I want to see and experience.”

  “Celestial is a great place, Savvy. Please stay a bit longer, and let us show you around,” Hercules pleaded, then added, “I know what will make you feel better.”

  “What?” She moaned, looking at the tattoo in the mirror.

  “How about we take you to get a massage?”

  With nothing else she could do about her face, Savannah nodded and let Hercules and Virgo show her around town.

  Making their way from Hercules Gym, they stopped by the Crystal Tumbler so Virgo could get his morning cup of coffee. The sun was shining brightly and it looked to be a good day for the Pickle festival. Of course, she wasn’t sure how one could celebrate pickles, but she was willing to keep an open mind. Then to add to her confusion was the fact that after Hercules and Virgo played three games of rock-paper-scissors, Virgo was going to be the one administering her massage, stating it was the Celestial way.

  When in Rome, or Celestial, for that matter, she thought.

  That was the crux of the matter. Her whole life she lived in a box, curtailed and assimilated to what society wanted and needed, and God forgive her, she went along with it. Nothing seemed like her own, almost as if she trudged day by day, just trying to survive the inevitable. When her last hope at a real life faded into nothing, that was when she decided to make this life-altering choice, and so far, it had all gone to shit. That was until she met Raven White, and came to Celestial. Since being here, nothing was as it seemed. There were no rules, no appointments, and no have-tos. All she had to do was just enjoy. It was an odd sensation, foreign but interesting.

  “Dear Goddess, help us,” Hercules murmured, looking away.

  “What’s…Oh shit,” Virgo stated, grabbing her arms and turning her to face him.

  “What’s going on?” she asked when she heard a deep voice say, “Good rising, Hercules and Virgo. May the light of day shine upon you always.”

  “Apollo,” Virgo grumbled.

  “You’re out of your coffin early,” Hercules said snidely, moving to cage her between them.

  “Who is this?” the man asked. “Is this the little adventurer that Raven was talking about?”

  “She’s not for you, Apollo. Go find Fairy if you want to get laid,” Virgo said harshly. Savannah didn’t know why Hercules and Virgo were being so protective and hostile toward the man. Since meeting them, they were always gentle and sweet. However, now looking at them, she saw a whole new side to them. One she had to admit was turning her on.

  Pushing out of Virgo’s arms, she moved around Hercules and came face to face with a tall Norse God. Star stuck, she looked up and up, craning her neck to look at the finely sculpted man before her. Only he looked off somehow, almost as if he was meant to have longer hair than the short cut he was sporting now. She could imagine him with long flowing golden locks, not short spikes.

  Shaking off her thoughts, she extended her hand, and said, “I’m Savannah Miles.”

  The large man accepted her hand, bent down and kissed her fingers, as Hercules moved closer and Virgo actually growled. “Apollo Humperdinck, my lady, and may I welcome you to our town?”

  Now, Savannah had seen some pretty crazy shit since arriving in Celestial. Nudist walking in town openly as if there was nothing wrong, a hippie Goth woman with hot pink hair, offering to cleanse chakras and her ultimate favorite, two people fucking while they demonstrated to a class on how to properly make a child. She had thought she’s seen it all, well, that was until this man. She could look past his looks, and piercing blue eyes. She could overlook the tight six pack and legs of iron. However, she could not stop staring at the small loincloth that was supposed to be hiding the biggest cock she had ever seen. The man was, hands down, hung like a fucking bull.

  She tried, she really did try not to look, but the man’s thick appendage just hung in front of her, and God help her, she found herself praying for a stiff breeze to remove the offending cloth out of the way, so she could see the masterpiece in all its glory.

  “You already have two cocks to play with anytime you’re ready,” Virgo whispered huskily in her ear, bringing her out of her dream state. Her head snapped up, as her eyes locked on his. She couldn’t have heard him correctly. He was gay, in a relationship with Hercules. Why would he say something like that to her? Not that she cared who he fucked, but the thought of being with Virgo was interesting, and she had to admit, she was getting a little excited about the thought. “I can’t wait for you to look at my cock like that.”

  “We better get going, Savvy.” Hercules grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the hulking Norse God and Virgo, whose eyes never left hers.

  Oh man, she wanted that man.

  “Talk to you later, Apple.” Virgo laughed as he followed.

  Pleasure Fingers was a small establishment, centered in the middle of Celestial and run by a beautiful woman named Phoebe Rose Divinity. It had taken getting some used to, walking around town and seeing beautiful people, but after twenty-four hours in the town, Savannah had come to realize that just maybe something was in the water. Everywhere she looked, stunning handsome men walked by, while gorgeous woman laughed and went about their day. Celestial was a kind town, where everyone knew everybody and all just seemed happy.

  “Welcome to Pleasure Fingers. You must be the lovely Savannah,” the stunning blonde woman greeted her. Savannah felt bland compared the woman before her. She knew she wasn’t a dog, and thought she looked rather appealing, but standing in front of Phoebe, Savannah felt like she should put on a maid’s outfit and wait on the woman.

  “Everything is already set up. If you need me for anything just let me know,” Phoebe said to Hercules, who smiled, then nodded.

  “Thanks for letting us do this, Phoebe,” Virgo said.

  “No problem. I’ve put you in room seven.”

  Before Savannah could ask, Hercules and Virgo ushered her toward the room, and once in, she heard the door lock and Virgo say, “Strip.”

  To put her at ease, Virgo handed her a towel first, and told her more gently to undress while he and Hercules turned their backs. It wasn’t that he was anxious, but he was. He’d already seen her naked earlier this morning, and well, he didn’t know about Herc, but his dick was ready to see her again. Of course, when Hercules suggested that she get a massage, well, V was on board with that idea, only if he could be the one touching her. He wanted her to get used to him and Hercules, needed her to get used to their touches. She was only going to be with them for a short while, and well, though he wasn’t ready to admit it, he wanted her to stay.

  With his back turned, he heard her lay down on the raised table. Turning, he found her face down, with a white sheet covering her ass, which was funny because Virgo thought modesty flew out the window this morning.

  “Are you sure about this?” Hercules whispered.

  “Very,” Virgo replied, then asked. “You’re not changing your mind, are you?”

  Hercules shook his head then asked, “What if we read her wrong?”

  “She was letting us rub up aga
inst her last night. Remember when the moon crested, and all the other women were chanting and dancing around the fire? We just stood with her, watching, then next we were dancing, too.”

  “Maybe she was just in the moment. You know, embracing the cosmic way, like Raven suggested.”

  “Then why did she kiss me?”

  “Lack of judgment?” Hercules deadpanned.

  Virgo growled, gave him a scathing look, and then walked over to the small table Phoebe had set up with everything he was going to need. Reaching for a bottle of scented body oil, Virgo poured a small amount of the warm oil in his palm, and then rubbed his hands slowly together, making sure his fingers and hands were amply coated.

  Starting at the wide part of her shoulder blades, Virgo worked his fingers up to the top of her shoulders, from one side to the other, then up the sides of her neck to the base of her skull. Her soft sigh told him she was getting into her massage, but when she moaned, Virgo smiled, knowing she was enjoying what he was doing.

  Using his fingers and thumbs, he worked out all the tension in her neck and shoulders. His hands move outward to the edge of her shoulders and upper arms. That’s when he clearly heard her moan his name, “Virgo.”

  Taking her right arm in both hands, Virgo held it tight as his hands moved down to her wrist, then pressed into her palm, and lastly, to each of her fingers, one at a time. After that, he moved over to her left shoulder, and did the same, down to her fingertips.

  She whispered aloud, “You have magical hands. What else can you do with them?”

  Virgo grinned. “Would you like a deep tissue massage?”

  Her soft “hmmm” was all the reply he got.

  Next, Virgo drizzled warm oil between her shoulder blades, his fingers rubbing against her skin with a little more pressure. First, the wide part of her shoulder blades again, and down to her ribs, using just the right amount of pressure, and the heels of his palms.

  Savannah let out a soft whimper or moan.

  Hearing that, Virgo continued working the same areas. Down her spine, pressing one hand on top of the other and to the small of her back, then slowly back up her ribs, and even to the sides of her rib cage. Down her spine again, and up her sides a few more times, he touched the sides of her breasts, but just once.

  Her body flinched and her breathing began to increase.

  As Virgo walked around the table, she turned her face, and gasped, when he stopped, giving her a good look at the noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts. Hardly able to speak, she answered softly when Virgo asked, “Mind if I get comfortable, too?”

  Virgo didn’t wait for Savannah to answer as he stripped off his T-shirt. Her mouth gaped open. Standing by her left side, he drizzled more warm oil onto the tiny gully at the small of her back, just above the top edge of the sheet, covering her sculpted ass. With one hand on the sheet, barely pressing against her, his other hand massaged the small of her back, his fingers slowly slipping under the top edge of the towel. Her hips began slowly moving in up and down motions, hardly noticeable at first, then more pronounced as she pressed her pelvis against the mattress. Her eyes closed, as thoughts of hot passionate nights filled his mind.

  Taking a quick look over at Hercules, Virgo smoldered as his Olympian lover braced himself against the wall, rubbing his cock through his jeans. It had been twenty-four hours since he had sunk his cock into him, and just thinking about his lover bent over the table as he ravaged Hercules’s fine ass almost had him coming on the spot. He needed release and soon.

  With his hands kneading Savannah’s flesh, Virgo walked around the head of the table, to the other side. Savannah’s head lifted from the small pillow, her eyes following the bulge in his pants. She licked her lips at the sight, and moaned when he moved out of sight once again.

  “I think we all need a massage,” Virgo said, looking directly at Hercules, who nodded, and slowly unzipped his pants. Virgo gave his lover credit. Hercules was always prepared for anything. The moment Hercules’s pants fell to the floor, Virgo’s own cock surged, pulsing harder as it leaked pre-cum.

  “What did you have in mind?” Hercules asked, pushing off the wall as he slowly walked to him.

  Virgo didn’t have to say anything as he moved to the foot of the table. Gently sliding the sheet from Savannah’s body, he heard Hercules’s breath hitch, and he stopped behind him. Continuing with her massage, Virgo bent over and trailed his hands down the back of her thighs, past her knees, and over her calves to the heels of her dainty feet. As he lifted one of her legs, and placed the top of her foot against his chest, Hercules reached around him and slowly unzipped his jeans. He then reached into his pants and started stroking his cock.

  “Are you sure about this?” Hercules asked, nibbling on his ear.

  Moaning, Virgo replied, “Yes. I need you.”

  Giving each toe special attention from his fingers, Virgo sucked Savannah’s big toe into his mouth like a lollypop, as his hands moved back down her foot and begin rubbing and squeezing her calf.

  Pleasuring the human body was never hard for him. Virgo enjoyed the challenge and the rewards as well. Yet, somehow, this was different. Everything about this situation felt more, like a turning point or a pinnacle in their relationship. Virgo knew that Hercules wanted Savannah, and he did, too, but the only question that remained was, did Savannah want them as well?

  “Give me some oil,” Hercules whispered, as Virgo returned Savannah’s leg back to the table. After doing as Hercules requested, Virgo moved his hands, moving slowly up Savannah’s thighs, his thumbs rubbing and squeezing along the way as his fingers explored her delicious body. Just as he was about to touch the core of her, she whimpered, and slowly turned over onto her back, her eyes locking onto his.

  “Shhhh,” he whispered, one finger touching his lips. “I know what you want.”

  His eyes never left her as he grabbed onto her legs, and pulled her down the table, so that her gleaming pussy was mere inches away from his cock, and leaned over to kiss her as he felt Hercules drizzle oil down his backside.

  The kiss was slow, passionate, warm, wet, and deep, the kind of kiss that could go on and on for hours, yet Virgo wanted it forever. Reaching with his left hand, he touched her wet pussy, and she gasped, and then melted into him, as their tongues dueled in a sea of passion. As he continued kissing her, his fingers explored her with need so great he never felt when Hercules’s own fingers prepared his ass. Slipping on finger into her body, Savannah began to quiver, and Virgo knew she just had a mini orgasm.

  “You’re so wet, and so fucking tight,” he whispered.

  “So are you,” Hercules said from behind him.

  “I’ve never had a massage like this before.” Savannah panted as Virgo continued to rub his finger deep inside of her.

  “It’s a Celestial massage,” Hercules replied. “Everyone gets the full experience.”

  “Everyone?” she gasped, as Virgo lightly touched her clit.

  “Everyone,” Virgo moaned, as the head of Hercules’s cock rubbed against his hole.

  Virgo stared at the delicious treat before him as Savannah moved her hands down the front of her body, past her navel, to spread her lips apart. Sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs, Virgo leaned in to lick her inner lips for the first time, all pink and glistening with her juices. He could smell her sex as his tongue licked one side, and then the other. Her hips lifted up to meet his tongue as it pushed inside. Probing with his tongue, Virgo licked her inner walls as Hercules’s cock head penetrated his hole. Virgo moaned.

  “How does she taste?” Hercules asked, groaning.

  Lifting his head, Virgo stared at Savannah, and grinned. “Like as the sun, the rain, and the moon and stars. She tastes like heaven.”

  Dragging his wet tongue over her clit, Virgo felt her body tremble once more. His tongue licked all around her clit, but not touching it directly. He looked up at her and pushed one finger back inside, then a second finger as her pussy squeezed his finger
s. His cock throbbed as Hercules sank deeper into him. Virgo curled his fingers behind her clit, searching for her very special spot. The moment the tips of his fingers felt the small mass of tissue he was looking for, Savannah let out a moan and her body rocked once more.

  As his fingers continued their massage inside, his tongue finally touched her clit directly. Savannah screamed out another orgasm, her body shaking as his lips circled her clit and flicked it.

  “I need more,” she moaned, writhing on the bed, as he continued to suckle her with his mouth.

  “Give her more.” Hercules grunted his movements slowly and steady, then suddenly everything stopped. Leaning back up, Virgo grabbed Savannah’s hips, and pulled her closer to him. Reaching for his cock, he rubbed the head of it against her clit, enticing her more, keeping her pussy hypersensitive as she moaned and begged for more. Hercules reached around him, and held onto Savannah’s legs, as Virgo placed the head of his aching cock at her entrance, and surged forward, in on smooth stroke.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  “Yes,” Savannah shouted.

  “Let’s show Savvy how we do things in Celestial,” Hercules said, starting the rhythm of ecstasy as Virgo started to move slowly in and out of her quivering pussy. Slowly, he pulled almost all the way out, and then pushed quickly back inside all the way. In and out, in and out, again, and again, and again. Very deliberate at first, allowing her to feel the full length of his cock as he felt the full monty of Hercules penetrating him. As hips started to move in a circular motion, Virgo picked up the pace, his grunts and groans from deep in his throat starting, in perfect rhythm with each thrust. Hercules pulled her legs up and over his shoulders, as his hands pressed against the top of her thighs, allowing Virgo to thrust deep.

  Virgo watched as her fingers pulled and pinched, even twisting her nipples. His cock now slamming in and out of her. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh became too much for all of them. Sweat poured from his face and chest as her moans and Hercules groans become louder, in the same perfect rhythm with each of Virgo’s hard thrusts. He watched as Savannah’s eyes squeeze tight, her pussy tightening around him. He felt the stirring in his balls. There was no way he could stop now, even if someone burst into the room. Her scream vibrated off the walls, as her pussy coated his dick in her cream, and every muscle in his body tensed up.