Elements of Desire

by C. M. Stunich

  Shane continued the chanting in his warm, Southern drawl, his voice mixing with Dustin's thick Irish accent, and Billy's West Coast charm. Reg and Warden took care of my breasts, one man on either side, licking and sucking until the natural contractions of my muscles brought George to orgasm.

  One last kiss for my earth elemental, and I switched my attention back to, arguably, the three biggest assholes in the group: Shane, Billy, and Dustin.

  "Let's do this, boys," I said with a grin. It was pretty cool to think that an orgy this amazing was literally sealing us together with magic. After this, I'd be married and bonded to my guys, and totally ready to kick some ass.

  Ooh!

  Oh, oh, oh!

  I had a leather catsuit in my closet that Britt and Siobhan bought me together—the one and only time they'd ever agreed on a present or pooled their money for one. It was totally ridiculous and clichéd, like something you'd see an urban fantasy character wearing on a cover and go whoa, nobody who actually killed vampires or charmed ghosts or fought off dark fae would wear that because, like, first off it's expensive and second, those boots! Hot damn, I could never run in those.

  Okay, so that was totally a long thought, but it's what any rational person would think.

  I was definitely wearing it to kick some CUM ass!

  Putting my palms on Dustin's chest, I encouraged him to lay on his back on the bed. I say encouraged because if he hadn't wanted to do it, he was such a stubborn motherfucker that he would've put up a big fight.

  Instead, he laid on his back like a good boy, still chanting—but also smirking at me—and freed his shaft.

  "Let's get to it, ye little gobshite," he growled, helping me straddle him. Good thing I had a lot of stamina, huh? No way was I doing some like, creepy ass polygamist thing where I slept with one guy in a separate bedroom each night or something. That was gross, totally sexist, and it, like, freaked me the fuck out.

  "Shut up and chant," I groaned as I took him deep and Shane opened his jeans beside me, flashing the beautiful inked length of his shaft. It was so colorful, such a testament to him being a total badass. I couldn't imagine getting my labia tattooed let alone my dick. Even if it was only half as sensitive as my clit. Heh. See what I did there? "Behind me," I barked at Shane and he grinned, pausing at the nightstand table to grab the lube before he moved up behind me into his favorite spot.

  Having him there reminded me of our first threesome in the bathroom with him and Reg. God, he was so big. It'd felt so good to be stretched like that … And now I owned this asshole's cock permanently? Not that marriage implied ownership. Ahem. Each person is still an autonomous human being … er elemental, blah blah blah. But, uh, from a base wild female level, this motherfucker was mine.

  Shane settled in behind me, putting his hands on my hips and pressing his lips to my ear. His breathing as he chanted stirred my hair and made me shiver, those big warms hands sliding up my arms to squeeze my shoulders.

  "I got you, darlin'," he growled out, dropping one hand to the slick length of his cock. He positioned himself at my ass and teased my opening before using a finger to test my readiness. "Well, shit," he whispered, switching to two and then three before withdrawing his hand and using his cock instead.

  Holy. Fuck.

  Shane and Dustin inside of me at the same time?

  It was frigging intense.

  Their cocks rubbed that sensitive inner wall and made me groan, my palms flat on Dusty's chest as Billy came around the front and gave the Irish fucker a saucy look.

  "Hope you like balls in your face," Billy smirked, but Dustin just smirked right back at him.

  "Actually, I don't mind. Gives me somethin' to look at while I fuck the little leprechaun here."

  Billy scowled and straddled Dustin's head, his shaft gleaming with that beautiful frenum piercing. I reached out and took hold of the base, loving the way he threaded a few choice curse words into his stupid elemental chanting.

  "Don't forget your part," Warden panted … as George went down on him?! OMG! YES! Male on male action while I got screwed by three other guys? Hell fucking yes. "How … how does it go again?" he breathed as George took him deep and Reg grinned at me.

  "Repeat after me, ST," he said, reaching out to palm my tits as Shane fucked me from behind, Dustin thrust his hips up and drove deep into me, and my lips slipped around the head of Billy's dick. "Well, I mean … after you do that …"

  He laughed as I sucked and caressed my fire elemental hubby with my mouth, flicking his piercing with my tongue as I used my hand to find the other two pieces of metal decorating his body. Power built up all around us, magic and wind and rain tearing pictures off the walls, soaking the floor, whipping the sheets around us like ghosts.

  It was totally hawt—misspelled hawt.

  My orgasm hit first, making my hand clench tight around the base of Billy's cock as I flicked my tongue over his head and brought him along with me. His seed spilled hot and salty into my mouth, and I swallowed it, pulling my mouth back and meeting those beautiful ember eyes of his.

  "The chant, ST!" Reg called, putting his mouth to my ear and licking it before he said the words in that strange flowing language. Billy repeated it and I swear … it sounded like they were saying seriously good goddamn orgy. Or maybe it was sureeislay gewd guddan orjay. Close enough, right?

  I repeated that phrase over and over as Shane worked himself hard and fast into me—he was totally an ass man ... not an ASS man, but an- oh never mind, you get what I'm trying to say. He reached around and put inked fingers to my clit, bringing me to another wicked powerful orgasm.

  It was so fierce that it surprised me, my runes shining like the rays of the sun, casting rainbow colored shapes all over the walls as both Dustin and Shane finished, thunder and lightning cracked outside, rain came screaming down from the sky …

  And then as I collapsed, everything went still and silent, my runes dimmed to a pale soft color … and I fell asleep.

  But the boys … they were fucking mine again and I'd kill the next goddamn person who tried to take them away from me.

  It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes that we all lay there, totally content and covered in elemental jizz. Mine, theirs, ours … it didn't matter. The only thing that truly mattered were the sparkling designs swirled all over my body.

  Raising a hand up in front of my face, I admired the beauty of them for a moment. Six different elemental runes all interwoven to create a pattern with no beginning or end, simply breathtaking.

  "Can you feel it?" Reg asked me, his voice thick with impending sleep. Typical male, always needing to pass out after a gang bang. Although I had just dozed off myself, so I guess I didn’t have much room to talk.

  "Uh-huh," I moaned, wriggling my ass against his semi-boner where it pressed against my crack.

  "Not that," he snickered, "the bonds. Can you feel them? Are we connected again?"

  "Oh," I paused and blushed. "Yes, they're all there." I reached inside my mind and plucked at the silvery thread connecting Reg and me, and he moaned.

  "I felt that, too," he whispered. "Do you wanna …" This time I wasn't mistaking his intent as his now fully hard cock pressed tighter to my butt crack and I groaned, then felt the cold slide of fluid run down my thigh when I shifted.

  "Uh, yes. But I need a quick clean-up first." I gave him an unapologetic smile, then scrambled over all of my exhausted and panting husbands to make my way to the bathroom.

  To my delight, the tub was already full with steaming hot water, because magic. Grinning to myself, I stepped into it and used the fluffy loofah coated in jasmine soap to scrub off the evidence of our lovemaking session. Not the runes though, nothing would ever erase them from my skin again. They were mine and I would wear them proudly.

  For a minute or two, I just relaxed in the tub and let the water work my tired muscles. I was still aching from the bondage session with Billy and Dustin, not to mention my little scuffle with Gemma. After w
e've won this war, a second honeymoon is definitely in order.

  A tapping sound was what pulled me from my relaxed state, and I sat up, glancing at the door. There was no one there, though. The door stood wide open, and it wasn't like my hubbies were really the knocking sort of guys. It was actually a miracle they hadn't walked in on me pooping yet.

  The sound came again, and I looked around in confusion. Where could it be coming from? The window? Surely not, we were on the second floor.

  Stepping out of the tub, I wrapped myself in a towel and peered through the glass. It was approaching dawn, but still dark out, so I put my face close to the panes to see out. It was because of this, that when the face suddenly appeared in front of mine, I screamed like a little girl and scrambled backward away from the window.

  Sadly, I hadn't remembered to put down a bath mat when I got out of the tub, and my foot slipped in the water, sending me crashing to my ass.

  "Fuck!" I screamed, and the sound of six pairs of heavy footsteps announced my husbands before they all appeared, crowding into the bathroom around me.

  "Are you okay, Blossom?" George asked, his eyes wide with concern. "What happened?"

  "Th-the window," I stuttered, pointing a shaking hand at the glass pane. "Someone was at the window."

  "Not possible," Dustin scoffed. "We're on the second floor, so unless they could fly …" he seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Okay, so technically it is possible."

  Shane and Billy were already at the window, peering out to see what had frightened me so badly, and they must have seen something because they both wore grim expressions on their faces when they turned back to us.

  "What?" I demanded. "What is it? Who was that at the window? He looked super familiar."

  Shane heaved a sigh. "Everyone needs to get dressed quickly. We're under attack."

  The guys raced back to gather clothes, but I just stood there clutching my towel to my breasts, my jaw gaping. Stupidly, I’d thought we'd be okay now that the bond was reestablished, but I guessed Alberta's protection must have worn off?

  "Come on, Smokey," Warden nudged me. "Get dressed. Otherwise you'll be fighting in the nude, and that sounds unsafe as fuck to me. Can’t risk that sensitive clit piercing of yours getting torn out."

  I smiled—and grimaced—a little as I dragged some activewear on.

  Why activewear, you ask? Because I intended to actively kick some ass.

  "Who is it?" I asked Shane. "Who's come to attack us?"

  "From what we could see," he grimaced, "Francesca and Baron."

  My jaw dropped. "The pink-haired faery chick and that lecherous incubus? Is this a Seelie Court attack?”

  "Yup." Billy nodded his head. "Most likely Francesca and Baron sensed the magical backlash from when you cut our bonds, and made a rash move. Their soldiers aren't fae though."

  "Well, what the fuck are they then?" I yelled, getting really frustrated with this drip feed of information.

  Billy shuddered and I frowned at him in confusion. What the hell could be so bad that Billy would be shuddering like that? Surely nothing could be worse than the Unseelie Court, and he'd been fine there?

  "Remember when we were at Baron's house?" he started to say, leading the way back downstairs. "When we spotted Daniel and his harem, and needed to hide?"

  "Yeah," I said cautiously, not really knowing where this was going. "We ducked into that room full of …" Suddenly it hit me and I gasped. "No! Surely not?"

  By that time, though, we'd reached the living room once more, with its busted out windows and there, surrounding my house, stood dozens of wax figurines. Except … they were alive now, and they looked mad as hell.

  "Yep," Billy responded in a strangled sort of voice, his body shaking with another deep shudder as he took them all in.

  The sound of bemused laughter came from outside my house, and I picked my way across the broken glass littering my floor to get a better look at whoever was giggling in the classic clichéd end-of-movie villain chuckle. In the middle of my lawn, her pastel pink hair flowing around her like some sort of … faery … stood Queen Francesca Rosethorn. At her feet, kneeling like a good submissive, was Baron the Bloodhound, once again dressed in latex. This time, his wings were out and proud, sitting like leathery curtains on the grass while he gazed adoringly up at his Dom.

  "Very good, little spirit," the Seelie Queen purred, her eyes running over my newly rune-marked skin. "Looks like you managed to hold everyone back long enough to complete your re-bonding. I'm impressed. Although, it smells remarkably like fae magic."

  "Francesca," I snarled, planting my hands on my hips and feeling my tattoos sparkle with my anger, "I hardly recognized you without being surrounded by dicks." I was referring, of course, to her throne made of dildos.

  "You're hardly one to talk," she snorted, eyeing up my six husbands. Right, well. She might have a point on that one. "We felt the magic surge and decided we wanted a little piece for ourselves."

  She licked her lips like she was talking about cake … or cock … and I screwed my nose up at her in disgust.

  "How? You're not elementals, and in case you can't tell, our bond’s been restored. There is no magic up for grabs anymore." I planted my fists on my hips and gave the Seelie Queen a superior look. One that must have fallen flat on its ass because she started laughing again. Either I was funnier than an episode of Saturday Night Live or else she knew something I didn’t. Kind of leaning toward the latter on that one.

  "We know that we're not elementals, you dumb shit," she chortled in that ridiculous fake accent of hers. Even Baron started snickering at her feet, but his attention was firmly locked on his mannequins. "But I’m the fucking queen of the Seelie and I could’ve sucked you all dry while those bonds were frayed and naked. Now, though. Well, now I just kind of want to kill you. I can already taste the reward CUM will leave in my mouth. Daniel might be pissed at first, but the Chaos United Movement is using him anyway. What’s the point of an elemental war if you leave an elemental alive afterward?"

  "Right. So, we're just … fighting to the death then?" I clarified and Francesca gave me a sharp nod, her stupid pink hair fluttering around her in the breeze. Huh. “Well, that makes things easier.” Shit, I should’ve put the fucking catsuit on! I totally would’ve looked cooler that way.

  My men needed no further discussion on the matter. If it was a fight this chick wanted, it was a fight she'd get. We were stronger now than we'd ever been before; I could feel it in my soul. Something about performing the marking spell all together was so much stronger than when we'd been separate.

  As one, all seven of us burst into our dragon forms and attacked the waiting army of deformed celebrities. Baron screamed his command at them to attack us back, and they lurched to life in such a creepy, puppet sort of way, I just knew Billy was probably losing it. Of all the random things to have a fear of, who'd have thought he'd actually have to fight his? It was almost as if … a pair of co-authors wrote a book, added a random wax figure scene into book two, and then felt the need to wrap it up in book three. Metaphorically, of course.

  To my left, Warden sent a bolt of electricity zapping through two minor celebs whose names I couldn't remember (except that one of them was that one dude with the hair on that one show on CW), melting them and leaving gooey piles of wax on my lawn. To my right, Billy did the same, sending out balls of flame and melting limbs from the living dolls. They kept coming though, like extras on the set of The Walking Dead. Britt was on the show once, you know. She played Dead Girl With Tits, as referenced in the credits.

  I tried to reach out with my spirit powers, tried to yank the soul out of Michael J. Fox who was lunging at me with a knife and a small axe in his wax hands, only to discover there was nothing to yank out.

  No shit, Arizona! They're not alive, therefore no souls. Dipshit.

  "Crap," I muttered in my booming dragon voice, and dodged around him before I copped an axe to the scales. "Fuck it." Surely teeth would work? I san
k my dragon fangs deep into Michael J. Fox's neck and ripped. To my satisfaction, his wax head tore clean off his body and I spat it out on the lawn as the rest of him crumpled.

  "Arizona," Reg shouted. "Use our magic. Spirit won’t work here!"

  No shit, Reg. I rolled my dragon eyes and reached inside for either electricity or fire. Those two seemed to be the most effective elements in a fight against wax statues. Around me, I could see the rest of my guys holding their own pretty well. Shane was wrapping our attackers in mini tornadoes, Reg was battering them with hard blasts of water with the pressure of a fire hose until their bodies became even more deformed, and George was sprouting plants through them to pin them in place. Dustin, though, had somehow produced a sword and was going through and beheading each of the dolls as the other three held them immobile and distracted.

  I seriously doubted my sword fighting skills though, so fire or lightning was definitely my best bet. Screw it, why not both? I tapped into that magic with a newfound ease, and when I hurled it at Elton John, it was a flaming bolt of lightning that hit him and melted him into a gooey puddle on the ground.

  "Shit yeah!" I tried to fist pump, and then remembered I was in dragon form with really short arms. They were pretty though, kind of sparkly and purple and …

  "Smokey, look out!" Warden yelled, and I ducked just in time to avoid being sliced in two by a machete-wielding Kylie Minogue, gold hot pants and all. Damn, she was really tiny in person … err … replica of person.

  The creepiest thing about being attacked by these celebrity mannequins, was their lack of facial expressions. Like, I mean, they could obviously follow direction so could they speak? I supposed that being attacked with a machete wasn't the right time to ask interview questions though.

  Shane stepped in for me before I regained my footing, whipping Kylie up in a mini tornado of her own and leaving her for Dusty to finish off. I couldn't help myself, though, as I watched Kylie Minogue rotating around and around inside the magically assisted tube of air …