by Eros, Marata
I let the Mer part of me swim to the surface of my consciousness, and a low thrumming makes my bones ache. My teeth buzz as if an electrical current connects Brandon to me.
I don't notice when Brandon picks me up and carries me to the bed.
Ren and Mikhail follow with dual expressions of hunger.
For my blood. My sex.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Holly was right. And wrong.
They are Neapolitan, but so much better than ice cream.
Brandon exchanges glances at the other two males then arranges me on the bed.
I tense when his hands move to part my thighs under the thin silk of my gown. Each fingertip burns like impregnated fire through the cloth that separates his touch from my flesh.
“Trust me, Nova,” he says.
Ren slides a pillow under my head, and my hips lift as another is placed under my ass by Mikhail.
With a deep breath, I allow my legs to fall open. Still, their view is obscured by the gown.
Brandon rolls the hem from my ankle to my knees. He pauses, bringing his lips to the bend underneath my knee. Hot breath tickles my sensitive flesh as a hotter tongue slides along the crease.
A low, shuddering breath eases out of me with his gentle, wet touch.
His moist heat moves higher until I am bare before them. The gown is pushed to my waist, and I open my eyes to see hazel and silver eyes boring holes of desire like molten heat through my skin.
Everywhere they look, gooseflesh rises in response to the subtle tether between the three of them and me.
My magic rises inside me, swelling to bursting, and it reaches out to the one I'm most connected to.
Brandon's face tilts up to look deeply into my eyes, his lips parting slightly.
“What is that?”
“Magic,” I answer.
“I feel it too,” Mikhail says with a slight shiver.
I reach out, my hand falling softly on his forearm, and he knee-walks to the side of my face. His erection tents his silky blue pants.
Ren mirrors him on the opposite side of me. I smile at the sight.
The power of the men causes my magic to burst over us all, and I gasp. I arch my back against the bed, forgetting who lays between my legs.
A long slow lick moves from my entrance to the bud of my clit and my hips buck at the sensation.
No mouth has never kissed that part of me, and the pleasure is instant, hot, and glorious. I groan, plunging my fingers through Brandon's dark hair.
He laps my pussy, taking one side of my lip into his mouth. He works the suction from the bottom to the top of the flesh and gives me a small peck of a kiss when he reaches my sensitive pleasure button.
Ren and Mikhail softly knead my breasts, but differently from each other. Ren pays strict attention to my areola and nipple while Mikhail bunches the fullness of my tit into a tight cup of his hand. He squeezes then releases, squeezes then releases.
Brandon inserts just the tip of his finger inside my wet hole and makes a small circle before plunging his digit into my softening barrier. I gasp, choking on my saliva as it dries with my panting.
Ren chuckles deeply in the back of his throat. “For a virgin, you seem to love the process, Nova.”
I can't lie. My reactions are the truth. “Yes.”
“Let us see how much she likes it,” Mikhail says in a low voice. “Open your mouth, Nova.”
My eyes pop open, and my hand lifts from Brandon’s silken locks.
A huge prick has been freed from blue pants that have been kicked aside, and my gaze meets Mikhail's. “I need this in your mouth as Brandon will be the first to sink his prick in your Druid depths, breeder.”
Another first among many tonight.
My mouth instantly wets. My body feels as if it's been primed for this moment to give itself to them.
I open my mouth, and his prick slides in.
It's as natural as sucking on a lollipop.
Brandon continues his assault, digging a fingertip into my sensitive flesh as my pussy feels like one throbbing mass of need.
“I'm sticking my tongue in your Druid cunt, Nova.”
I can't protest because my mouth is filled with Mikhail's cock in a slow mouth-fuck.
Brandon's tongue spears me. My barrier gives some with the hot, wet pressure but holds.
I squirm as Ren takes both breasts. Mashing them together, he kisses first one nipple then gently bites the other.
Mikhail shoves his cock in deeper, and I must allow it or quit breathing.
“That’s it, breeder, take all my length.”
I feel something build. Brandon tongue-fucks my pussy as Ren captures each nipple, alternating between the two as he sucks and nips the sensitive flesh. Mikhail's huge cock moves in and out of my mouth.
My pussy gives a pulse of deep pleasure, tightening like a drum around the little bit of tongue Brandon thrusts inside me.
“She's ready,” he says when he lifts his head from between my legs.
My juices cover his face as he readies his cock. My eyes widen, my head moving with Mikhail’s thrusting.
Brandon's length is huge, the girth just as much.
He sees my fear. “It will feel good after the barrier is gone. Your Druid cunt is made to accept my size.” He palms his length, which is under a foot but not by much and just shy the width of a pop can.
I shake my head. I know I can't take that.
Mikhail must sense my resistance because he places a large hand on the back of my head. “I'm getting ready to plant my seed, as Brandon is. Keep that hot mouth on my prick, breeder.”
My pussy saturates with his commands, and I moan around his prick.
He shoves my mouth to the root of him. I squirm, gagging.
“Have a care,” Ren says from somewhere.
Then the end of Brandon pushes into me.
He's gentle, but it doesn't matter. I squeal, groan, and squirm underneath the assault of flesh as if a sword is thrusting in my mouth while Brandon pushes himself inside me.
“I cannot hold back!” Mikhail grunts.
Hot jets of his cum course down my throat. It's swallow or choke.
I swallow as Brandon tears through my innocence.
I'm wet and ready, but still it burns like a wildfire. I feel as though a searing rod is stabbing into me. Mikhail's flaccid dick falls out of my mouth, and I suck in a ragged breath, sitting up halfway on my elbows.
Brandon's eyes connect with mine.
“Tight, Nova, so tight.” His face is full of lust, control, and a sort of contained tenderness.
I breathe through his filling me. “It hurts.”
“Let me in. Relax for me.”
I will the snug muscles of my channel to release, but he's so big. He pushes his cock deep, plunging against my untried depths.
“Hold her open,” Brandon says to Ren and Mikhail.
“What?” I shout.
“It'll be easier this way. If you're fully spread, you can't fight my prick. You have to take it all.”
“I don't think I can.” But even as I say it, my body adjusts to his size, craving to be filled by him, with his seed. I feel a deep, primal urge as my pussy sucks at him.
Brandon groans and surges a little deeper. I automatically tense.
Mikhail leans above me, flattening my knees to the bed, and Ren uses both his hands to hold my wrists above my head.
I close my eyes, allowing the dominance and enjoying the sensation of being held and helpless.
Brandon sinks all the way in a single deep rock. His cock meets the mouth of my womb, and I moan. Pain and pleasure mix, and Mikhail’s hands on my knees slide up to my thighs.
When his finger swirls on my swollen clit, the pleasure I felt before surges back, and my hips fully surrender to Brandon's entry. He seems to sense it and pulls out, my sides gripping the huge slab of his meat.
“Goddess, her cunt is hot to fuck!” He grunts, slamming his dick deep again.
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nbsp; I cry out, completely spread and filled with his cock. The hands holding me down grow tight for a moment, and the friction on my clit increases, speeding toward something at the edge of my consciousness.
I open my eyes and see Ren and Mikhail's cocks dangling like rigid poles of flesh above me.
Brandon moves back to his knees, his hands cupping my ass, and drives his dick inside me again.
“I'm not going to last.” His frantic eyes find mine.
“You looks so beautiful spread and tight.”
His dirty phrasing makes my pussy give a great pulse.
“That's it. I love your cunt wrapping my cock.” He picks up speed.
The gentle thrusts become a constant pound.
My womb opens, and he sinks the tip into the entrance. He lands softly on me, and the hands binding me go away. I feel Brandon’s balls in my channel.
“I'm coming,” Brandon says, breaching my second deep entrance. He unloads inside me in a hot sweep of liquid as my orgasm crashes around us both.
As Brandon throbs deeply inside me, a cock begs entrance at my mouth and I open.
I meet Ren's eyes, and his are tight with his tension. With only three thrusts, he explodes inside my mouth.
The two men come inside me, and I swallow as my pussy milks Brandon's seed.
He is still seated deep within when Mikhail says, “My turn.”
Brandon kisses my mouth, full of another male's cum, and lifts off me.
Mikhail takes a moment to look at my spread pink lips, cum dripping out of my hole, and flips me onto my stomach.
He grabs my hair and whispers, “Ass in the air, breeder.”
With my pussy still throbbing, I move my butt into the air to take the punishment the Reaper offers.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Brandon took my virginity in a brutal, erotic press of flesh. Mikhail chases it with one of his own.
His large hands grab the globes of my butt cheeks, and he spreads me. The bud of my ass is taut above the precious real estate of my well-used pussy.
“My turn,” he repeats in a husky murmur.
The battering of his flesh deep in mine begins.
The angle is utterly different, and he uses his length to his advantage, diving deep and filling me. My pussy tries to milk this new cock like the old one, and heat radiates from the tip.
“Her body already begs for my seed,” Mikhail says.
I nod against the covers.
“Yes—please yes,” an alien voice replies. I barely recognize it as my own.
Mikhail uses the speed I assume only vampires have, and my pussy loosens for his sheathing and tears at him as he departs.
“I am nearly...” he begins.
My hips beat back against his, my pain gone as my sex takes over.
“Done!” he yells. His cum fills me, and I groan as his seed cools the friction of his slamming into me.
Mikhail cups his larger body over mine and speaks against my temple. “You will be well and truly bred this night, breeder.”
The pulses of my pussy keep time with the residual throbbing of his release. I'm too spent to speak, but I manage. “Ren?”
“I am here,” he says, knee-walking to put himself in my view.
“You don't... mind?” I ask as Mikhail withdraws.
Ren shakes his head, plugging my leaking hole with two fingers. They come away with Reaper seed and my virgin blood.
He licks it off, and I shiver, watching him.
When his fingers are sucked clean, he says, “Lay on your back.”
I roll over, my legs falling open once more.
Then he surprises me. “Fuck me, Nova.”
“I?” I ask then smile. He lies on his back, his huge erection standing up like a sword.
“Not on my back then?”
He shakes his head. “No. Ride me, Nova.”
I glance at Ren and Mikhail, who watch with eyes glittering with lust.
They like watching.
I like doing.
I straddle Ren, centering myself above his shaft that whispers against my opening. I shiver with anticipation.
I've waited a long time to fuck Ren.
I gradually slide down the length of him. The cum and juices from my Reaper couplings aid my descent.
“Oh, Nova,” Ren whispers. His head tips back in ecstasy as my plump lips wrap him.
When I'm fully impaled, I rock my hips, and he groans. I move faster, and he grabs my shoulders, pressing me against him.
His hips plunge up, moving him deeper into me, and I shove backward. A finger enters the bud of my ass, and the sensation adds to my excitement.
I move backward against the finger, pushing it and Ren's dick deeper. Another orgasm blooms like a flower inside my core. I move harder, shoving Ren's dick and the finger deeper, and hold my breath.
Ren's next thrust takes me over the edge, and an explosive exhale breaks free. My lungs deflate as I pulse around Ren, his release bursting inside me and colliding with my own.
We come together, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
He not only allows it but whispers, “I love you, Nova.”
Hot tears slip from my eyes. I've waited years to hear that. He loves me not as my Harborer... but as a man.
Ren slides out of me and curls his body around mine. He buries his face in the most tender part of my neck.
I catch sight of the Reaper-Druid audience.
I am made for Brandon.
My heart belongs to Ren.
Mikhail is an apt lover.
The question remains: do I have a choice? If so—who will I ever choose?
EPILOGUE
Alicia
I wake up with one helluva a headache, as if I drank a fifth of vodka in one sitting.
I strain my slow brain, trying to remember what happened.
Guido leaps onto my chest, and I push him off with a grunt. Guido gives me an indignant cat stare, and with a swish of his tail, he trots off and blends into the shadows in my apartment.
I sit up, the room streaming in colors. I feel so weak. What the hell happened?
My crotch feels as if I got laid ten times in a row, and my neck is throbbing like a bitch.
When I manage to get to my feet, my grandmother's scratchy wool afghan drops to the floor. I feel my forehead wrinkle with a frown. When do I sleep on my couch anyway?
I shuffle to the bathroom and use it. I stifle a yelp as I wipe. God—who did I do? I don't usually do casual sex. Did I get slipped a roofie or something?
I've had sex before, and I know what I feel like afterward.
I've just had sex I don't remember.
I peer into the mirror above the sink.
Seconds tick by.
I scream when I notice the two holes crusted with my blood on my throat. They're scabbing over.
I back away. I stagger out of the bathroom and race around my apartment, looking for clues as to why I woke up in my apartment by myself without any memory of the night before.
Why can’t I remember having sex? Obvious, Big-Time sex.
My fingers unconsciously touch the twin sore spots on my throat.
Punctures.
But from what?
My mind whispers something I immediately dismiss.
It's a fable, a myth.
It's also the only explanation.
I walk as though in a stupor to my handbag. I rummage around for my cell phone.
It blinks its disgust at the lack of charge.
I thumb in my numeric security code, and the date and time appear like luminescent prisoners in the black screen.
I've been unconscious for two days.
That's why I peed for a minute. It's also why my mouth feels like sandpaper.
I set my phone on the end table and move like a zombie to the kitchen. I down an entire glass of water, then a second.
When the doorbell rings, I don't even move. My hands grip the edge of the sink.
I need to notify
the police.
The circumstances are embarrassing, but criminal.
The bell pounds through my subconscious again, and I sigh. I walk to the door, wishing for the peephole I had at my last apartment.
I’m sure it's Brea or one of my other girlfriends checking on me. I just moved in, so nobody here even knows me.
I open the door to see a man instead. He's tall and dark with strange, light gray eyes. Something about him stirs some buried recollection, but I don't know exactly.
“Who are you?” I ask rudely.
I'm just not into visitors.
Then I think, really think. It's nighttime. Some horrible guy fucked me while I was unconscious, and a dude I don't know has shown up at my door.
I don't think so.
I go to slam the door and a black biker's boot wedges in the gap faster than I can track.
His face pops through the gap, ala The Shining.
“I'm Kellan,” he says with an evil grin.
He plows through the opening as my heart revs to a jack rabbit pace.
No one hears my scream for help.
THE END
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CHAPTER 1
Dara Nichols had her back to the class, writing an outline for Essential Essay Writing, when she heard the whispering. Whirling around, on the defensive, she saw it was the same group of young men that it always was.
