Fate's Fools Box Set

by Bell, Ophelia

  My mouth had gone dry by the time she climbed up on the bed. She crawled across the covers, her movements seductive though her eyes were closed now. She only paused for a second to listen before continuing toward me, straddling my legs.

  I pushed back against the pillows, the notes faltering, then stopped entirely when her breasts grazed my hand.

  “Uh, I can’t play if you’re going to climb all over me. You understand that, right?”

  “Sing,” she demanded.

  I got the impression her vocabulary must have been limited to singular syllables in this form, and I doubted the wisdom of allowing her to just crawl on top of me the way she was doing. I clutched the guitar, deciding it was probably better to keep some barrier between us, considering she was looking at me as if she wanted to eat me.

  “Why don’t you just sit next to me here, and I’ll sing you all the songs you want?” I patted the bed beside me and then started in on a different song—one I knew all the words to.

  Deva’s face twisted with displeasure. “No!” She tore the guitar from me with surprising strength and sent it crashing to the floor in a dissonant clatter. She surged up close, her breath hot against my ear, her full breasts warm through the thin fabric of my shirt.

  “Sing,” she rasped.

  I cleared my throat and hummed a bar of the unfinished song, then stopped. “You mean that one?”

  “Mmm,” she said, a small smile gracing her lips and her eyelids fluttering closed again.

  “All right, but I need you to—ah—move off me.”

  I grasped her by the shoulders and attempted to twist around to position her beside me. The next thing I knew, I was pinned flat to the bed, her wild eyes staring down at me as vines snaked down and coiled around my wrists.

  “Sing.”

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered, staring at the vines. I tugged hard, but they held tight.

  Her lovely, dark face hovered over me, eyes a maelstrom of need, but a flicker of deeper awareness made me think Deva was still in there, perhaps along for the ride while her instincts had control. Up close, her lips were a deep blue, as was her tongue as it swept across her lower lip.

  Fuck, now she did look like she was going to eat me, and I was only more convinced of that when she grasped the sides of my shirt and wrenched it open, leaving me absently relieved it had snaps instead of buttons.

  She raked her blunt nails down my chest, the sensation more arousing than painful. My body came alive under her touch despite the fact that I knew she was off-limits. But holy fuck, was this hot. If she went any further, all bets were off.

  “Sing,” she said again, her voice taking on a deeper resonance as she slid down my thighs and reached for my belt buckle.

  I took a breath, deciding I needed to appease her so she wouldn’t actually hurt me. I sang, but while I belted out the words, I sought that connection I’d discovered earlier in the night. Llyr needed to know she was here molesting me, and probably about to rape me if things continued down the path they were headed.

  Not that I was exactly unwilling . . .

  But I couldn’t find him. What the fuck?

  She got my zipper open and yanked my jeans down my hips and off my feet. Raking her hungry gaze over my body, she licked her lips again. My traitorous cock throbbed hard between my legs, and I glared at it.

  But what could I do? She’d tied me up and was clearly about to fuck me—and Winds save me, I wanted her to.

  My voice hitched, and the lyrics faded into a groan when she wrapped a hand around my cock and squeezed. I kept my eyes fixed on her and saw the transformation from sensual hunger to rage.

  That was the look of a nymph out for blood, and was also not the look I wanted. My cock might have withered a little if not for the warm strokes of her hand encouraging even more blood to depart my head for my dick. She dug the nails of her other hand into my hip and shook her head as if trying to rid herself of an unpleasant thought.

  “Please sing,” Deva said—two words this time. I hoped that signified that the sane part of her was still in there, vying for control.

  When I found the concentration to start again, she relaxed, and it finally hit my drunken brain that it was the fucking music that calmed the crazy.

  I took a deep breath and went back at it, hoping that she at least wouldn’t hurt me as long as the music kept her somewhat calm. I couldn’t really do much else about the situation.

  It was a struggle to keep going, and not just because I only had half a song to sing and it would get damn repetitive before long. When she dipped her head and took both my balls in her mouth, one syllable turned into a long moan. I couldn’t help but lift my hips, and a “holy fuck” suddenly snuck its way into the lyrics.

  In between renditions, I made another half-assed effort to reach out to Llyr. My second try was cut short by the sight of Deva crawling up my torso again, full breasts brushing over my stomach. Her horns were terrifying and beautiful at the same time, but her lips were soft and sweet when she pressed them to my mouth. I groaned into the kiss, opening up for her tongue.

  My cock twitched against her thigh, and when her hot, slick folds pressed against my tip, I rose to meet her, elated when she reciprocated with a shift of her own. She sank down onto me and leaned back, her beautiful body arching in a luxurious stretch as if simply having me inside her was the best sensation in the world.

  Her mouth fell open as she braced her hands on my knees began to undulate her hips. The song suddenly seemed too tame for what she was showing me tonight.

  She was more subdued than I expected a nymph to be, given her slow and sensuous movements, but then I remembered I had to keep singing to make sure she stayed that way. So I did, repeating the song despite the effort it took to hold onto my own sanity as she rode my dick.

  Her pussy was a hot, tight slice of heaven, milking me with each rise and fall of her hips. Her breasts were perfect blue-green globes with dark tips that looked so succulent my mouth watered. I wished she’d bend over long enough for me to have a taste, but then I supposed my mouth needed to be reserved for singing.

  I wasn’t going to last, and the song started to hitch with my need to catch my breath. I’d have loved to flip her over and tease her with my mouth, suck her tits, bury my face between her legs until she came, then fuck her until we were both flying. But she had all the control here, even though I don’t think she fully grasped what she could do to me.

  Fuck, what she was already doing to me. Just watching her pleasure herself on my dick was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my entire wasted life.

  She dipped her fingers between her thighs, and if I hadn’t been singing, I’d have encouraged her, told her to work herself over until she came on my cock. She was well on her way as it was, so the song must have been enough encouragement. Her sheath squeezed me hard and I grunted between words, struggling to hold back and glad I’d sung the song enough by now that it felt automatic.

  When she finally came with a clench and a melodious cry, her entire body seemed to glow with inner fire. I was already letting go, my dick erupting inside her, when the flood of power hit me hard. I arched and let out an involuntary yell as the pleasure of all that power took hold. My balls tightened again, and she wrenched a second orgasm from me right on the tail end of the first.

  My eyelids fluttered closed, consciousness a challenge after being drained so perfectly, yet filled at the same time. The magic swelled inside me, a mix of sensations utterly alien to me.

  She collapsed on top of me and I jerked my head back, opening my eyes to make sure I had a good visual of where those scary antlers of hers had wound up.

  They were gone, and the girl now clinging to my chest and crying was just a normal-looking human woman, hair a tangled mess and cheeks wet with tears.

  I wrenched at the vines holding my wrists again, cursing. Now I really wanted the fucking things gone. I needed to hold her, not because I loved her, but she was clearly in pain.

  �
�Deva, honey. Untie me, will you?”

  She twitched and sniffled, then lifted her head to meet my gaze. Without a word, she twirled a finger in the air and the vines receded.

  She dropped her cheek to my chest again and let out a stuttering sigh as I rested my hands against her back. Fuck, she felt good, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the warm weight of her on top of me.

  I was still inside her, still half-hard, but didn’t want to make any sudden movements and risk spooking her. Holding her was oddly comforting to me, despite the fact that she was the one who seemed to need comforting.

  “You feel good,” I said.

  Deva shook her head and sighed again. “So do you, but I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”

  She didn’t look at me, but she slipped her hands around my shoulders and squeezed me tighter.

  “Why are you sorry? We both got off.”

  “Because I wanted you too much to wait until you could make love to me. I can’t even stick to my own fucking principles. Not when the fever hits.”

  “I don’t see you running screaming now. You must not feel that guilty about it. What’s the harm in enjoying the moment, especially if it gets you away from the crazy?”

  I touched her cheek and she tilted her head, resting her chin on my sternum. She blinked, and despite the puffy redness around her eyes, she looked even more beautiful than before, her gaze so earnest it would’ve broken my heart, if I’d had one.

  My dick twitched in response, though—happy to tune into anything female, or even male, that struck a chord with me.

  I was fucking confused.

  8

  Ozzie

  “You’re different,” Deva said. “The old you probably would have pushed me away and told me it was for my own good.”

  I frowned at that. I couldn’t imagine putting this woman off for anything, but then I’d also never had the kinds of principles it sounded like that other version of me had.

  “This is probably why it’s a bad idea for us to do this,” I told her. “I’m not going to tell you no, even though I can’t give you what you need.”

  This time her muscles tightened around my dick and she licked her lips. I hissed at the pleasure, hardening once more. She didn’t move more than a slight twitch of her hips, but it was enough to let me know she was more than aware of our physical connection.

  “I think I like that about you, though. We’d never have just fucked because it felt good before. And yes, I need more from you, but all I need right now is this . . .”

  She pushed herself up, bracing her hands on my chest as her hips sank all the way down my length again.

  “. . . and your music. That song was the only thing that really cleared my head all night.”

  I dropped my hands to her hips, pushing up into her and enjoying the way her teeth sank into her lower lip. “You want a dumb, half-finished song about a made-up love story?”

  Her eyelids lifted and she peered down at me as she started moving again, that glorious tight heat sliding up and down my dick so perfectly I wondered if abject worship could count as love.

  “I want your song, Ozzie. You’ve only sang that once before. It has to mean something that you’re singing it now.”

  She was moving faster, but now that I had my hands free, I could control the situation more. I sat up, slipping my arms around her torso, and flipped us, laying her on her back.

  “I would, except I need my mouth for other things right now.”

  I latched my lips on one stiff, dark nipple, and she let out a sharp cry, arching up into me and wrapping her legs around my waist. I sucked her nipples one by one, savoring the salty sweetness of them before slipping out of her and scooting down the bed. I wanted a good long taste, to feel her flesh quiver beneath my mouth as I brought her off with my tongue. Then I’d fuck her again.

  Deva spread her thighs when I nuzzled at her wet folds inundated by the aroma of sex. I scented more than just her, though. I should have been repulsed by the idea of going down on her after four other men had already left their mark on her pussy tonight, but I wasn’t. Their scents mixed with hers made for an even more alluring combination, and when I darted out my tongue to taste, the flavor was nothing short of ambrosia.

  I pulled back a little and spread her open with both thumbs, enough to find her swollen clit so I could wrap my lips around it and suck. I tickled my tongue just beneath the hood until she tangled her fingers into my hair and pulled. Rumbling a satisfied sound against her folds, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, brows twitching at the rush of flavors that filled my mouth. They were all delicious, but hers most of all, and my dick ached to slide deep inside her again, especially after that rush of power had sobered me.

  I’d had a brief glimpse of Llyr’s enormous cock buried in her when I’d looked through his eyes. I wondered if I could tell the difference between him and the other three. Satyr cum was legendarily potent, but that was all it was in my world—a legend, the experience lost to time and the brutal enemy who’d wiped out the male half of his race. And here I was tasting it.

  I wasn’t sure if it was him I tasted, but something affected me more than the alcohol. I wanted to drive her wild even more now, and with her entire pussy on display for me, I went to town, sucking her succulent lips into my mouth and teasing her clit while I buried three fingers inside her.

  Then I dipped lower and tongued her tight rear hole, giddy at her enthusiastic response. But she had four virile lovers; no doubt they’d broken her in to share her fully.

  How in the ever-loving fuck had the old me been able to resist this delicious beauty when she was so willing, so hungry?

  I prodded a finger at her slick, puckered asshole, and she murmured a soft plea. I obliged, pushing in and beginning to fuck her with my finger as I sucked harder on her clit. It only took a few more seconds and she was bucking into my face.

  I held her down with an arm slung across her hips, riding out her climax and soaking in the strange new rush of energy she gave off. I’d fucked a dragon or two in the past, but nothing had ever felt like this. It was like having my soul opened up, and pure sunlight and summer rain poured straight into me.

  When she settled, I didn’t waste time. I slid back up, and she eagerly wrapped her legs around me as I sank blissfully into her once more.

  “You feel so goddamn good,” I said against her ear as I began to pump into her. “I want to feel you come again, Deva. Come while I fuck you.”

  She arched into me, meeting my hips thrust for thrust. When her eyes opened and met mine, she stared for a moment, then blinked and looked away. I’d seen a flicker of hope there and winced at the realization of what she’d been looking for and hadn’t found. But she only fucked me harder, clinging tighter, digging her nails into my back.

  “I want it rough,” she said. “Make it hurt.”

  I slowed, ranging over her on my hands. “You sure? Can you handle rough?”

  “I have a satyr mate, Ozzie.” She scowled at me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Yeah, if she’d taken that fucker at his wildest, I supposed she could handle it rough. But could I?

  I wasn’t prone to tenderness, but I also wasn’t particularly kinky. I’d always left that to my cousins. Iszak and Lukas were both into some crazy shit, with their collection of candles and toys and ropes. But I’d joined them a time or two when they’d had their hands full with a particularly adventurous lover, and I’d had fun with it.

  I could make do with the knowledge I had. It didn’t seem like Deva wanted anything elaborate—just wild.

  I pulled out of her and tapped her hip. “Hands and knees, honey.”

  She gave me a strange look as she turned over, presenting her luscious round ass to me. Her pussy was coated with fluid, and I couldn’t help but rub my fingers through her swollen folds, massaging until she shuddered.

  “What was that look for?” I asked, lifting a hand and dropping a sharp smack on one cheek. She suppress
ed a whimper, and though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she had that plump lower lip of hers between her teeth.

  I smacked her ass again while I continued to rub her pussy. She gasped and moaned, pushing back against my touch.

  “You never called me ‘honey’—you had a different pet name for me before,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, bending down and indulgently sinking my teeth into the warm brown flesh of one buttock. I pushed two fingers deep into her soaked channel and rubbed my thumb over her rear hole. If she wanted it rough, maybe she’d let me fuck her ass.

  “You called me szívem,” she said. “But you never told me what it meant.”

  The Hungarian word made me pause and every filthy thought fled my mind.

  “Szívem,” I repeated. I shook my head, clawing back my focus on what we were doing. She wanted it rough, and I intended to give it to her, despite the fact that the word she’d just said had thrown me back to my childhood and the last time I’d heard it spoken.

  In an effort to forget, I grabbed her ass and squeezed with both hands, then positioned my dick and slammed in deep enough for her to cry out and grip the pillows hard in both fists.

  “Yes!” I wasn’t sure whether it was a cry of pleasure or an acknowledgment of my statement. “What . . . ah . . . does it mean?”

  I closed my eyes and held onto her hips, my dick happily along for the ride, even though my mind had gone elsewhere.

  Deva buried her face in the pillow, and I stared at her back in surreal fascination at the sense of déjà vu coming over me as I pounded my cock into her. The satyr had been fucking her like this earlier tonight. She must enjoy this position. I’d have to remember that.

  But if I’d called her that name . . .