by Cara Wylde
Francis had pulled an armchair closer to the bed, and was currently lounging in it, fully dressed, his cock hard in his pants, his arms resting on the armrests, hands curled into fists, so he wouldn’t touch himself. He was a strange fellow, my Francis. He liked to watch. It turned him on tremendously, but he refused to jack off, he refused to even release his painful erection from the confines of his uniform trousers. He’d wait until the guys were done with me, because he knew I’d come to him, eventually, my skin covered in sweat, my blue hair disheveled, my pussy dripping with hot cum, hungry for more, hungry for him.
My Francis was a voyeur, and fuck! Did that turn me on! He was just like me. Revenant. Ravenous. Making himself wait and suffer as the rest of us had orgasm after orgasm was punishment for what he was and what he had to do regularly to stay the way he was.
I beckoned to Sariel, and the Fallen One stepped closer. His shirt was off, but his pants were still on. I rolled my eyes and pushed Paz and GC off me, so I could crawl to the edge of the bed and pull at the archangel’s belt. Yes, to me Sariel was still an archangel. I released his long, thick cock, and took the engorged head in my mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of his pre-cum. Everything Sariel’s body produced was simply divine. They might have taken his wings and cast him out of Heaven, but he was still a piece of divine perfection. All over his body, his hair was blond and soft, his skin was pearly and velvety, and his saliva, his sweat, his cum… they all tasted like exotic fruits dipped in honey. For that, and for many other reasons, Sariel Gracewing was still an archangel to me.
Pazuzu moved behind me and positioned his cock at my wet entrance. I arched my back and spread my legs to give him better access. As I took more and more of Sariel’s cock in my mouth, Paz pushed himself inside me, and my pussy received him greedily, my walls throbbing around him, sucking him in deeper, until the tip of his shaft hit my cervix, and fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. It was so sensual, so cathartic… the way the demon’s cock filled me and rubbed all the good spots inside me, spots I would have never been able to reach with my fingers. Not that I’d ever tried… Having four boyfriends meant I never had to pleasure myself alone, unless it was to titillate them.
It didn’t take long. I was starved. We were both starved. Paz thrust a couple of times, then I felt him lean into me and hold my hips in place as he shot his seed deep within me. I moaned around Sariel’s cock, my orgasm hitting me like a wave, then retreating just as quickly as it came. I needed more. I released Sariel and sat up to look into his eyes. He got the hint, and pushed me on my back, just as Paz pulled out of me and moved aside. GC whined when he saw he wasn’t going to be next, so I grabbed his cock and rubbed it firmly, spreading the translucent beads that had gathered at the slit to shut him up.
The Fallen One was on top of me, his weight barely noticeable. After all this time, I still couldn’t quite comprehend how he was so light when he was pretty ripped himself, though not as much as GC and Paz, who’d made fitness their second religion. I wasn’t sure what their first was… Me, perhaps. I liked to think that…
It made sense his bones needed to be light, so he could fly, although he wasn’t doing much of that lately, was he? I liked him on top of me. He was gentle and caring. He never made the first step, so I always had to reach between us and guide his cock inside me. The second he was buried deep, he’d close his eyes and simply stay like that for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of my body and the tightness of my pussy. He did the same routine this time, but I didn’t mind it. Unlike GC and Paz who were rough, always in a rush and all over the place, Sariel felt safe and stable. Like I could count on him… Like I could count on the long, intense orgasms he gave me.
He opened his eyes, and I placed my hands on his cheeks. GC would have to wait a little bit longer. He protested when I released his cock, but his hand was as good as mine, and would have to do for now. Paz made a trip to the fridge, got himself a beer, then came to lie on his back next to me and Sariel. He threaded his fingers through my hair as the archangel fucked me nice and slow.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Sariel’s handsome face. I was in love with his blue eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones, soft lips… The man who’d bullied me so brutally… He was mine now, and I was his. He’d lost his wings, and somehow, that made it all okay. He was deep inside me, his cock rubbing against my G-spot, and all was forgiven. Sometimes I felt like he was the most loyal of all, since he had so much to atone for. We looked into each other’s eyes as we moved faster and rougher. The sound of our lovemaking filled the room, and when he slammed his hips harder against me, the bed started creaking under us.
“Ugh, come on,” GC whined. “You’ve been going at it forever. Dude, make her cum, so we can all move on with our lives.”
“Shut up,” Sariel said through gritted teeth.
I smiled up at him. It took him longer to come. He didn’t like having an audience, especially when that audience was a very impatient false god who was waiting for his turn. Paz didn’t annoy him as much, and Francis was easy to ignore. That was why I always tried to focus on Sariel and Sariel alone when we made love, because I knew he needed to feel like it was only the two of us to let himself go. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He buried his head in my neck.
“Mmm… like that,” I whispered in his ear. “Right there. Harder.”
For an ex-archangel, he sure liked it when I talked dirty. But I needed to build it up, whisper it to him gently, as if I was making a love confession, not describing how I wanted to be fucked.
“Mmm… I love your cock. I love it when you fuck my cunt like there’s no tomorrow…” I knew the guys could hear me. Supernaturals and their sharp hearing… “Fuck my cunt.” He liked that word. It was crude and forbidden. A man simply didn’t talk like that to the woman he loved, so he didn’t. He never used it. I’d never heard him say it, even though he’d called me kuchka plenty of times when he’d hated my guts. But that was different, wasn’t it? When you said a bad word in a language that wasn’t yours, your subconscious didn’t quite register it as a bad word. “Fuck my cunt, baby. Just like that…” He came with a strained moan, jaw clenched tightly, and eyes squeezed shut. When Sariel came, it was as if it hurt him, as if he was in more pain than pleasure. He came hard and long, filling my pussy to the brim, and I could almost imagine him pouring all his love and hate into it, into me, adoring me and cursing me at the same time, claiming me as his property, then pulling out and looking at me like I was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
He grabbed my jaw with a shaky hand, looked into my eyes as his own filled with tears at the corners, and dived in for a desperate kiss. But no matter how charged the relationship between us was, how heavy and confusing the feelings we shared, he never hurt me. Never even bit my tongue or my lips. When we parted, and GC finally pulled me over to him, I could still feel Sariel on my skin, in my mouth, in my pussy… as if his very energy had attached itself to me and wouldn’t let go until forced by one of my other lovers.
GC liked to put on a show. He dragged me out of the bed, like a big cat that liked to play with its prey before it devoured it. A big cat, GC was not. When he shifted, he was a golden bull with deadly horns and a cute, wet nose. But only I was allowed to say it was cute.
“You like to watch,” he chuckled at Francis. “Watch this.”
Francis merely lifted an eyebrow. GC didn’t impress him. None of the guys impressed him. The revenant only had eyes for me. When he looked at me, he didn’t see their hands fondling my breasts or pinching my nipples. He saw my breasts and my nipples. He didn’t see their cocks ramming into my pussy, he saw my pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. He saw my body. He heard my cries of pain, desire, lust. He saw my lips, my tongue darting out to wet them, my flushed cheeks, my arched back, my round ass, and my bouncing tits. And he liked all of it. He drank me in with his eyes, and then, when I was fully satiated after hours of sex with
Paz, GC, and Sariel, he knew I’d come to him and ride him slowly and lazily.
GC smacked my ass noisily, then pushed me to my knees in front of Francis, positioning himself behind me. He grabbed my hair and pulled harshly, making me look up at Francis. I thought he would push himself in and fuck me fast and hard to prove some point that only made sense in his head, but he let go of my hair and stood up, looking for something.
I sighed. “The fuck are you doing?”
“This isn’t quite what I want… We can do better.”
“What are you talking about?”
Paz snickered from the bed. “He wants to put on a porn show for Francis. You’re right, Apis, you can do better. Even I got bored of watching you fuck her from behind.”
“Look who’s talking,” GC sneered. “You fuck her from behind all the time.”
“I’m not trying to put on a show, moron. I’m just trying to get her off, and she likes being fucked from behind.”
I rolled my eyes. I sat up and crossed my arms over my breasts, looking at Francis apologetically. He was calm and collected, but I knew there was a storm raging inside him. He probably already had blue balls, and all I wanted was to soothe his pain with my mouth, hands, pussy… anything. But I knew he wouldn’t let me.
“Okay, goddess, come here.”
I turned to see GC lounging in an armchair he’d pulled to face Francis’s armchair. Naked, his legs spread wide, his proud cock erect and dripping with juices. He wanted me to ride him. I smiled and went to climb on top of him, but he stopped me and turned me around. He wanted me to ride him with my back to him, facing Francis. Oh. Kinky.
The revenant furrowed his brows. His lips twitched. He watched me intently as I lowered myself onto GC’s cock, using two fingers to hold my folds apart to give him a better view. He held my gaze for a moment, then his mossy green eyes traveled down my body, fixed on my hard nipples for a minute, then moved down down down and stopped at the point where GC’s cock moved in and out of me. He was transfixed.
I threw my head back and rode my lover wildly, bouncing on top on him as hard as I could, moaning and whimpering, giving Francis the show I knew he liked. I loved pleasing them. All of them. And the more I pleased them, the more they pleased me. GC ran his hands up and down my sides, cupped my breasts, caressed my stomach, then his fingers found their way to my exposed clit. I cursed under my breath when he flicked it. He flicked it again and again, until I was falling apart, riding my first orgasm with him. I didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet, and I could always come again. I was greedy like that.
Being a revenant had its perks.
Stamina. In the past, my muscles would start aching immediately. I wouldn’t be able to ride my guys for more than a few minutes at a time, and sex mostly meant I was lying on my back and they were doing all the work. Now, my body felt and acted like I’d been running marathons all my life. My heart kept a steady pace, and the muscles in my legs and thighs barely registered the effort. What effort? This was pure fun. I could fuck for hours and not feel tired at all. The only impediment to spending my whole eternity fucking was that I needed food. A lot of it, and all the time. If I could eat and fuck at the same time… Okay, I had to try that once.
“Goddess, the things you do to me…” GC was starting to lose it. He pressed down on my clit, eager to make me come again before he shot his seed inside me. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
“Mmm…”
My eyes were on Francis. I knew GC was close, and I was doing my best to give him the best orgasm of his life, bouncing, crying out loud, and touching my own breasts, like a proper porn star. Not that I’d watched nearly enough porn to learn the moves… I could improvise. Sometimes I thought women just had it in them… the instinct to look super fucking hot as they rode their man.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Look at me.”
Francis met my gaze. There was lust and longing in his green eyes, and I couldn’t wait to go over there and suck it all out of him.
“Fuck…” GC grabbed my hips and held them still as he came hard, in quick spasms. Feeling his hot cum hit my cervix, I cried out, my body shuddering under the power of my orgasm. We stayed like that for a minute, until GC recovered and realized it was okay to let go of me. The moment he released me, I stood up and let his seed leak out of me.
I approached Francis slowly, as if I were scared he might bolt at any moment. He didn’t, of course. He wasn’t afraid of me. There was another reason why he liked letting them fuck me first.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I stopped before him, and he reached out to pull me closer. His fingers found my soaked pussy. He dipped them inside, closed his eyes, and moaned. Yep. My Francis loved touching me down there were I was filled with cum. Truth be told, I couldn’t wrap my mind around half of his kinks, but that was fine. No judgement.
I was tired of waiting. I pulled at his belt and pants harshly and rolled everything down to his knees. I didn’t need him naked, I just needed his cock out of there and inside me. I lowered myself onto him and rode him fast and hard as I looked into his eyes. When we’d had sex for the first time, months ago, I was surprised to discover the sheer size and girth of his cock. Never in a million years would I have thought that Francis Saint-Germain, the shy, gentle guy who always kept his distance, was secretly packing the biggest fucking tool I’d seen in my life. Bigger than GC’s, and certainly bigger than Paz’s. It was probably why he preferred to have me after I’d been properly stretched. The last thing he wanted was to hurt me.
It was quick and intense. Given that he’d been waiting for so long, it couldn’t have been otherwise. When he came, he wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me flush against him, his mouth seeking my nipple. The way he sucked it simply drove me mad. I was always surprised at how hard I came every time he did that thing with his tongue. I collapsed in his arms and waited for our hearts to calm down.
“I need a cold drink,” I said.
Sariel poured me gin and tonic. I’d been favoring this drink lately. I stood up, stretched, then looked around me.
“Who’s ready for round two?”
CHAPTER THREE
They all thought I was going above and beyond to track down Valentine Morningstar. Probably why I skipped day one, they were whispering around corners. Each professor whose class I’d skipped took twenty worth points from me. They did the same to GC, Pazuzu, Sariel, and Francis. I couldn’t care less about my worth score. My position in this school was in no danger. Not as long as I was Mila Morningstar, the abandoned daughter, the prophesized savior of the supernatural world. He’d taken everything from me, except for my pixie. The treasures in my vault were gone, but Corri was still here. For that, I was grateful.
But they were all wrong. I wasn’t doing shit to find my father. I hadn’t moved a finger in that direction all summer. Of course, I’d promised the Council I would, and the Council believed me. Even if I wasn’t human anymore and the prophecy had fallen through, I was still the best chance they had.
“You’re back!” Klaus caught up with me on the hallways.
“Missed me?”
Corri flappity-flapped from my shoulder to his. These days, the pixie liked my friends and my lovers more than she liked me. I sometimes wondered what it meant… If it meant anything at all.
“You know it, sister.” He was calling me sister again. We’d mended our friendship sometime during the summer. “So, what’s new? You were out hunting yesterday, weren’t you?”
“Hunting?”
“Morningstar.”
I groaned. “Yeah, sure.”
Klaus sighed dramatically. “You weren’t. So, is it true? You really don’t have any clue where he is?”
“Who told you I don’t have any clue?”
“Lorna.”
“How would she know?”
He bit the inside of his lip, realizing he’d said too much. It was too late, now. He had to s
pill all of it.
“She tracks you sometimes, looks into what you’re doing. You know… she watches over you, makes sure you’re okay.”
“So, she’s a stalker. From bully, to murderous bitch, to stalker. Nice resume she’s pulling together.”
“She’s your friend.”
“She tried to kill me countless times.”
“Forgiven and forgotten. You said it yourself.”
“Forgiven, yes. Never forgotten.”
“Anyway, she’s not stalking you. She cares about you, you know.”
“She’s my guardian angel, then?”
He chuckled. “Let’s not go that far.”
“Whatever. If you have to know, yes, Lorna’s right. I don’t have any clue where my dear father might be hiding. For all I know, he’s not even in our universe anymore. That’s what I would do if I were a fugitive and a universe jumper.”
“Smart.”
“Yeah, well… I’m neither.” He must have heard the bitterness in my words, because he remained silent. “I don’t know where Morningstar is, and I don’t care. I have no way of retiring him, so why hunt him? To catch up and ask him about his health?”
“There must be a way…”
“Probably. But until I find said way, there’s no point in running around like a headless chicken, trying to track him down. It would be a waste of time, and I have better things to do.”
“Like what?”
We stopped in front of an open door. We’d reached my class. Violent Death Cabal students were pouring in from the hallways. Paz came from around a corner, kissed me on the forehead, smacked Klaus on the back, and went in.
“Like school. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have Introduction to Dream Traveling, courtesy of the Council.” I winked at him.
