Hammer Time

by M J Marstens

  Khepri comes forward and grabs my remaining costumes.

  Hell yeah! Someone knows what’s up. I do a 'told you so' head bob in Raiden's direction and wait for Khepri to don the epicness.

  But he just holds out a hand. A giant pile of shit ends up on top of the remaining costumes.

  "Dammit! Those were rentals!" I yell.

  "Don't care," he points an open palm toward me. "Take it off or I'll do the same to you." I glare at him.

  Raiden tells Khepri, "Do it anyway. Then the rest of us can have an orgy with Val while he takes a shower by himself." I send a flame his way but he just retaliates with a lightning bolt that jolts my bones and makes my teeth clench.

  I glare at him as I begrudgingly strip off the costume. "I'm gonna make sure you're the guy who just gets a handy," I threaten Raiden as Khepri hardens the shit on the costumes so it doesn’t stink.

  "Please, you're the only one she hasn't screwed, think there might be a reason for that?" he grouches.

  "Yeah. It's called saving the best for last!" I tell him as I shrug off my wings in a hurry, ready to punch him in his face.

  "What's going on out here?" Val and Dev come out the front door hand-in-hand.

  Immediately, we all stop fighting and turn to stare.

  She's a vision, a miracle, a necromancer who could raise every boner in the graveyard. She's wearing a short purple dress today that makes my entire body pulse with need. I sigh at the sight of her.

  "I'd prepared a romantic evening for you, my lady. But these douchebags have ruined it," I report.

  "He wanted to have furry-style costume sex in a hot-tub," Raiden debases my intentions.

  "No. I wanted to seduce your swan form in the physical language that appeals to those senses." I protest. "We were going to do a dance to seduce you."

  I walk over to a cooler and throw it open. I pull out a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. "Then I wanted to seduce your human form with treats and massages and a hot tub. I love you Val. All of you. And I want you to know."

  Val drops Dev's hand and comes toward me, lips pressed together in a small smile. Does she like my romantic sentiments? Or will she mock me, too? I don't like to admit, even to myself, how nervous that makes me.

  Val runs her hand down my shoulder. "Thank you, Lover." She adds a purr to my chosen nickname and that gives me hope.

  I reach out and carefully put the fingers from my free hand on her waist. I want to go further, but I'm not sure this is the right moment.

  “Your intentions are always … sweet,” she adds. She rises up on her tiptoes and leans toward me.

  My pulse starts racing. My palms get sweaty and I worry I’m gonna dump the tray of strawberries right onto her.

  She leans in closer and I can see each of her eyelashes, closer and I can see every dimple in her lips, a tiny freckle on one side of her nose. For the first time in my existence, I can’t tell exactly what time it is. It feels like time has slowed down. I don’t feel tied to the sun. I feel tied to her. Then her lips brush mine and I know that I’ve just changed forever.

  Val kisses me softly, her lips plucking at mine like I’m some instrument and she’s a musician. My body vibrates with every touch.

  I take the smallest step forward, moving the tray of strawberries to the side so that my chest can touch hers.

  The brush of her nipples against my abs sends a wave of pleasure through me. My dick hardens against her stomach. I hear her hum of satisfaction against my mouth and I move closer.

  Everyone, everything else is forgotten.

  Until I drop the tray of strawberries.

  They fall to the ground and bounce along, getting covered in dirt.

  “No!” I break from our kiss and stare down at the berries, which now look like tiny shits. I cover my face with my hands. “Everything is ruined. The costumes! The berries!”

  “Tupac,” Val’s hands wrap around my waist, but I can’t look at her.

  My perfect seduction has been foiled in every way.

  “Tupac,” Val says louder. Her hand comes up to my chin and turns me to face her.

  I stare down into her lovely, stormy blue eyes.

  “Yes?” I whisper.

  “Asteio called me this morning. He told me you had quite the reputation among the prisoners … for dancing.”

  I swallow hard as my dick thickens and lengthens. Is she talking about …?

  Her eyes travel south.

  She is!

  I take a step backward and reach for the phone I’d set near the hot tub.

  I open the music app and immediately, “Swan Lake” orchestral music starts blaring through the speakers.

  Quickly, I type in my search bar to find the song I actually want.

  M.C. Hammer’s greatest composition of all time pops up.

  I strike a pose.

  And then I let my dick dance.

  25

  Val

  The guys snicker behind me, but I’m entranced. Tupac’s control over his dick is epic. He can pulse it quickly, slowly, right and left. His ass muscles clench and he thrusts his pelvis in time with the music, like it’s the base beat and his dick works the lyrics.

  Fuck.

  Can he do that … inside of me?

  I have to know.

  I run forward and jump on top of him, latching my legs around his back. He falls backward into the dirt, not expecting my move. But I don’t let up. I kiss him and bite his lower lip as I grind against that incredibly talented dick.

  “Shit, was he right about the mating dance thing?” Raiden asks behind us.

  But I’m too focused on sliding my hand into Lover’s underwear to listen. I make my way underneath that embroidered sun and wrap my hand around his hot, thick cock.

  “Make it pulse again,” I order.

  Tupac does. His rod taps my pussy through the skirt of my dress repeatedly.

  Fuck.

  I slide up a little so he’s more aligned with my clit. “Again,” I tell him.

  I feel his grin against my lips as he starts up again. His rhythm is the perfect tease. I start to move against him and I can feel my orgasm building.

  But then he does something naughty. Tupac starts moving his dick diagonally, so that he doesn’t hit my clit directly.

  “Lover, no fair!” I mewl.

  “This is supposed to be an orgy, Val,” he reminds me gently.

  I pull back to study his eyes. “You don’t want me first?”

  His hand reaches back and squeezes my ass, pulling me into him so his dick can pulse doubletime against my clit.

  The answer to my question is lost as my mind becomes a hazy mess.

  This time, Lover doesn’t tease. He lives up to his nickname. His dick works better than my old vibrator, heating my clit and tapping it with just the right amount of pressure until I grab his shoulders and start to scream.

  Tupac uses that opening to lean up and put his lips on my breasts. He kisses one nipple, then laves it roughly through my dress, adding to the sensation and setting off a second, smaller orgasm as my hips jut into his again and again.

  “I want you,” he mutters. “First and last and always. But … I’ve been imagining the perfect orgy for nearly four hundred years.”

  I feel boneless. I want nothing more than to collapse on top of him and have him rub my back gently.

  But that’s not what Tupac needs. My horny mate needs more. He deserves more. He sat and watched patiently through my first time with Dev. So, instead of collapsing, I put my hands on the ground on either side of him and stare down into his face. I kiss the scruff on his chin. And I ask, “What’s your perfect orgy?”

  Tupac’s eyes get teary as he asks, “Really?”

  And with the expression on his face, how could I refuse him anything? After all, the man was willing to dress up in a swan suit to impress me.

  “I want to watch you try to stand completely still while Dev eats you out and Khepri licks your nipples.”

  Ju
st the mental image has me pushing up to my feet. Hell fucking yes. I love Tupac’s idea of an orgy. “Did you hear him?”

  The question is hardly out of my mouth before a naked Khepri and Dev are on me. Khepri rips off my dress and tosses it on the ground. Dev is much more gentle. He slowly slides my panties down my legs and helps me step out of them. He leaves on my Greek-inspired wrap sandals.

  “Oh, Hanan Pacha,1 you’re beautiful,” Tupac says.

  Dev gently pushes my legs further apart, so that he has room to kneel between them. His head leans forward between my parted thighs and he starts to lick up one thigh and then down the other.

  Khepri stands to one side and bends so that his lips can latch onto my nipple. He suckles gently at first, and my hand goes to his black hair, to run over the short, shorn locks.

  I look out to see Lover stroking himself and smiling. “Perfect, yes.”

  Raiden moves toward my free breast; he’s the only man still fully dressed, but Lover waves him away. “No, no. It won’t work with three. Only two.”

  I jut out my lower lip and plead with Lover. “Can’t he touch me somewhere?” I need all of them to touch me.

  Tupac slows his jerking and lets his eyes roam up and down my body as Dev starts to lick me more directly. My entire body tightens up and Khepri notices, latching harder in order to bring me closer to climax.

  “Fine,” I hear Tupac tell Raiden as I struggle to stay upright, “You lube a finger and tease her ass.”

  I don’t even have the ability to respond because the sky has gone hazy. The trees have disappeared from my vision. I can’t see anything beyond Lover gently stroking his dick and watching the others pleasure me. I can’t feel anything beyond the heat that’s building in my center and shooting up my spine.

  Raiden sucks on his index finger as he walks behind me. He gently slides that wet finger up the back of my thigh, over the curve of my ass. He traces the crease just as my vision starts to ripple like a pond.

  The hot wet finger traces my back hole and it’s the final straw. I explode into rapture. I shake, and three sets of hands surround me to keep me still as two mouths and one finger continue to wring pleasure from my body.

  Raiden’s finger slips inside just as another wave of pleasure consumes me. I jerk forward and Khepri’s teeth nip at my breast. Devin realizes what’s happening, but instead of helping hold me in place, he takes a hand off of me and slides his own finger into my pussy. He and Raiden get a rhythm going and I start to moan, throwing my head back on Raiden’s shoulder until I’m roughly yanked upright by my hair.

  “Stay standing Val,” Tupac warns me, his voice dark and commanding in a way I’ve never heard before. He pulls my head forward and locks me in a kiss.

  My legs start to shake. My arms fly up. I lock one around Khepri and the other around Tupac because otherwise I’m going to fall and crush Dev. My legs can’t hold me up anymore.

  Yet another orgasm courses through me and Lover swallows my satisfied moans with his mouth as it moves over my lips.

  When it’s over, I whimper, “I can’t. I can’t—”

  Tupac says, “Dev, Raiden, stand back. She’s ready for the main event.”

  They listen, carefully sliding out of me and backing away. Khepri releases my breast but keeps hold of my arm around his shoulder.

  Tupac slowly sinks to the ground, pulling me onto his lap and onto his very hard, thick dick.

  As he slides into me, I groan. I’m already boneless. I’ve had so many orgasms. I don’t think I can take any more.

  “Yes you can,” he tells me, and I realize I’ve spoken aloud.

  I just stare up at his soulful brown eyes. He’s been right so far. This orgy has been better than my wildest dreams. So I decide to trust him. I nod.

  Tupac reclines back slightly, pulling me so that I’m leaning forward on top of him. “Dev, come fill her ass.”

  My eyes widen and my mouth pops open to protest. But just then, Lover makes his dick dance. Inside me.

  Holy fucking cupid babies, that feels good!

  Dev spits and lubricates his dick before gently pushing into me. At first, it’s too much. It hurts—but then Lover’s dick pulses again, distracting me, teasing me, bringing me to a new high.

  And then he and Dev start to move, one sliding farther in as the other slides out. My body becomes the instrument of their pleasure and I slip into a mental and emotional space I’ve never been before. I feel wild and vulnerable, trapped and free at the same moment.

  Tupac gives me some time to get used to their rhythm and then he says, “Val, I need you to swallow Khepri’s cum. And I want you to let Raiden cum all over those tits.”

  I’m past the point of talking. My brain has shut down to base functions. Pleasure and … well pleasure. Because everything’s now making hot swirling sensations spread through my lower abdomen. My eyelids flutter and I let my mouth pop open. I lift a hand.

  If the other two want me, they’re going to have to do the rest. Because I’m maxed out.

  I feel the head of Khepri’s dick tease my lips. It’s already slick with precum. I open wider and let him slip inside.

  Seconds later, Raiden’s dick slides between my fingertips and I grip him tightly. I hold on and hold still as they work themselves into a frenzy.

  It doesn’t take long after the foreplay they’ve just given me.

  Khepri comes first, unloading down my throat with a massive groan. I struggle to swallow it all down.

  As soon as the scarab god steps back, Raiden takes his place. His dick is hardly between my lips before he pulls back and sprays my chin and then my chest with his cum.

  Tupac slides inside me and stops thrusting. Instead he starts pulsing again, faster and faster until I scream in pleasure. I clench around him and as I do, I feel Dev give my thighs a hard squeeze and his dick unloads into my ass. Seconds later, Tupac follows suit, filling me up.

  I collapse on top of Lover, a sweaty, cum-covered mess. I laugh, with my cheek on his chest. “That was the best orgy I’ve ever been part of.”

  “You’ve been part of another?” Dev asks curiously from where he’s laid down in the dirt beside us.

  “Nope,” I tell him.

  Beneath me, Tupac chuckles. “That was just round one of the orgy. My fantasy isn’t done until we’ve hit the hot tub, the stairs, Raiden’s altar—”

  “Hey—” Raiden interjects.

  “You can’t be serious,” I tell him.

  But he is. And we don’t stop until every one of Tupac’s naughty dreams comes true.

  Epilogue

  RAIDEN

  “Are you sure about this?” Tupac asks me as we wait outside of our tiny—albeit gigantic on the inside—house.

  I fiddle my thumbs together nervously—a feeling that I despise.

  “Yes,” I say quietly. “I’m sure.”

  Tupac claps a hand on my back. “You got this, Homeskillet.”

  I chuckle, not even bothering to ask what this new saying means. Tupac is always quoting humanisms that make no sense. I return gazing at my hands. I meant what I said to the demigod—I am sure about this decision. Unfortunately, it and everything else have cost me my entire relationship with my family.

  That’s right, the honorable—read self-righteous—Izanami and Izanagi, a.k.a my mother and father, decreed me a stain on the old and noble legacy of Japanese gods. Effectively, they’ve disowned me and do not consider me part of the pantheon any more—which is fine with me since humans could give two shits about us.

  When’s the last time you Googled a Shinto god?

  A combination of releasing the ‘abominations’ (a.k.a demigods), and being in a relationship with one forced my parents (forced is their word—not mine) to take drastic measures: either be cut off permanently or return to my former glory and forget about Val and my friends. Basically, go back to an eternity of pleasing them in dull servitude.

  I chose Val.

  Hell, I chose an eternity of Khepri ov
er my parents.

  It was hard—not my decision, but turning my back on years of duty and, of course, my family. I love my family, but I love Val more. She’s like this bright, vibrant, jagged streak of lightning. She’s energetic, unpredictable, and completely captivating.

  That’s why I’m here now, waiting with Tupac. I watch the woods, swirling with mist, and a figure emerges from it, Thor, his reddish beard and hair glinting in the sun.

  “Raiden-Sama! Tupac! How’s my Sigrdrifa?” he booms.

  “Val is well, sir,” I answer, putting my hands behind my back and standing at attention.

  “Yeah, especially with all the s-e—" Tupac starts.

  “Ignore him,” I direct to Val’s dad, cutting off the sex-addled demi.

  I swear to the gods that he only thinks with the head in his sun-embroidered banana hammock.

  “Thanks for coming. We appreciate this,” I tell Thor, who nods.

  “And you’ve talked to Val about this decision?”

  I look at Tupac, then turn to answer.“No, sir. We haven’t—only because we think she would try to talk us out of it.”

  “Smart man. Sigrdrifa is the smartest of my children, and the most difficult—don’t tell her I said that or I’ll send your asses to the Land of Evil Frost Giants.”

  Tupac laughs, but I don’t think the Norse God of Thunder is joking.

  “If this is your choice, then here is what you seek,” Thor says, pulling a dagger out of thin air.

  It’s exactly the same as the one Ra wielded—a death dagger. Thor had it made for us, by appealing to a wide variety of gods.

  “Thank you, sir,” I tell him with a bow, taking the weapon into my hands.

  It seems odd that something so small will change my fate forever but, often, that’s the case. One insignificant item can change a life. One look from a beautiful woman can change a heart. My impending mortality is making me philosophical.

  I straighten back up and look to Tupac, who raises a challenging brow at me. In answer, I press the tip of the blade into one of my thumbs. I wait, but don’t feel anything to indicate that my immortality is gone.