“It’s my fault that they’re being punished.” Fox ducked his head.
My eyes became flinty. “Wise up!” Fox startled. “You take the blame all the time but I’ve never met anyone…” I huffed out a breath. “You’re innocent like Slippy here. You shouldn’t be in this bastard academy, and I wish that I could bond with you both.”
Mist nuzzled at me more insistently, and Sleipnir flushed.
Fox’s eyes were wide and gleaming; he stroked along my thigh. “Well, that’s easy because you already are. Okay, not officially, magically, or technically…okay, what I mean is…”
“What the eloquent mage is trying to say,” Sleipnir drawled, “is that we’re connected by blood, resurrection, and magic that transcends the veils. If you’re bonded to Magenta, then we’re bonded to you.”
Wishes did come true.
Access to the Princes’ Private Larder, permanently shiny hair, the ability to have multiple orgasms…
Well, it was worth a try.
My glance darted between Fox who was squashed beneath my pettable arse and Sleipnir, who was wound around Magenta. “If you desire it, this is your First Night too.” I grinned. “And Magenta said that I was in control so…” My power flowed through me from my pleasure and skin-to-skin feeding, stronger than ever before. “Take off your clothes.”
“So forward,” Fox gasped.
Sleipnir’s lips quirked, but he immediately hurled off his blazer (that’d crease) and dragged off his tie, before looping it around Magenta’s neck. Wow, that was hot. Then he stripped off his shirt like it’d personally offended him. Poor shirt.
I cast Fox an imperious look (stolen from the Princes). “Foxy, you’re falling behind.”
Fox gently cupped his hands under Mist and placed him to the side, before tossing me into the pillows far less gently in a way that made my dick twitch.
“If you want to see this booytliciousness,” Fox knelt up, running a finger down his tie, and I snickered, “then I need to get in the mood, but don’t despair, I’m known as the Mood Master. Where are the candles, rose petals, and soft lighting?”
Sleipnir shoved down his pants and kicked them across the chamber onto Fox’s head. “How’s that for getting you in the mood?”
“It’s a start,” Fox’s muffled voice spoke through the seat of Sleipnir’s pants. Then he shook his head, and the pants fell onto Mist, who squealed in protest. “But this is why I’m the Mood Master.”
He pulled out a magical iPod with speakers from his pocket. Instantly, The Sound of Arrows’ electropop “Wicked Ways” spun its spell, and I quivered at its breathy, ghostly lyrics.
Fox wiggled his arse like he was having a fit, while he unbuttoned his shirt.
Was this a striptease mage style?
Magenta and Sleipnir smothered their laughter against each other’s necks.
As Fox shimmied off his shirt, revealing the pale beauty of his shoulders, however, the music pulsed through me like a dream that I’d suddenly remembered. I’d believed that having a loving bond and harem like this was nothing but a childish fantasy.
But it was real.
Even before I’d met these Immortals, I’d loved them.
I smiled at Fox, and the uncertainty in his smile fled. He rolled his hips and slipped his pants down. I let the passion of the music take me.
As Fox pushed down his underwear, and his pretty dick sprang out hard and eager, I whistled.
An adorable blush spread down his neck and chest. He wasn’t an incubus. He’d never done this before. But he’d tried it for me…because he loved me.
I loved him with my every breath. I dived to him, and he caught me, winding his hand through my hair, so that he had better access to my mouth.
This incubus had no problem with that.
Sleipnir, however, rolled his eyes. “Now for something that our dicks…”
“And lady bits,” Magenta supplied.
“…and lady bits can rock to.” Sleipnir clicked his fingers at the iPod.
Instantly, the epic guitars and soaring vocals of Evanescence’s “Haunted” exploded through the Dreaming Space; even the stars shook like they were headbanging.
Fox twirled me in a whirl of hyperactive energy, and I squeaked. “Dick. Officially. Rocked.”
Sleipnir nibbled Magenta’s ear. “He’s like a windup toy. It sucks that they don’t have an off button.”
“Ah, a pity,” Magenta said, amused, but with a teasing gleam to her eyes. “We could check…?”
Fox’s eyes widened, before he scrabbled backward.
There was no way to escape a fully powered incubus, silly human.
I swung Fox around, and he landed in the center of the pillow nest with a startled ommph. But then, he stroked his hand across the satin, before stretching with a feline like stretch. His body was a gorgeous temptation of lean limbs. I craved to mark every inch as mine.
Tonight, I was allowed to be possessive.
Sleipnir, Magenta, and I crawled over Fox like he was our sacrifice as much as our prize. I shot him a sly grin, before tweaking his nipple. Even though he groaned, his dick twitched.
Interesting.
“Perhaps, this is the off switch?” I said, before trying his Off Nipple, just out of scientific interest.
What do you mean that you don’t believe me?
“Well,” Magenta teased the nipple, which I’d just tweaked between her teeth, and Fox yelped, “at least we’ve found what controls his voice box.”
Sleipnir firmly clutched Fox’s dick, moving it back and forwards; I winced. “Huh, here’s the joystick.”
Magenta looked up from licking Fox’s nipple; he was quivering now and making these cute yipping sounds. “I can assure you that it gave me joy. It’s rather an uncouth term though. Why not the pleasure pole or the Cum Exploder?”
Fox, Sleipnir, and I all grimaced at the same time, and I patted my own dick in comfort.
Sleipnir stroked Fox’s joystick faster with only the flimsiest impression that he was using it to play any game but the Driving Fox Crazy Game.
Magenta sucked up Fox’s neck, as if searching for the non-existent stop button (and I’d never turn off my foxy anyway), while I ran my finger down his stomach, before skirting his balls and down his perineum.
Fox’s breath hitched.
I gusted my breath between Fox’s legs, nudging them apart, before winking at Fox.
I circled my finger over his hole. “Found it.”
Then I laughed, as Fox’s pupils dilated, and I lunged up to kiss him. I tongued him deeply, pressing my body to his; our dicks coiled pleasure through us, as Sleipnir’s hand was caught between us both, wanking us off. Magenta in turn dropped to her knees, catching Sleipnir’s pulsing dick between her lush lips.
Pleasure flared through me at the sight.
We were connected. Our tongues, dicks, and hands touched. The falling stars rained on us like a million stars had imploded. It wound our pleasure higher.
Nearly there, so close… We were all so close…
Was this how I got my wish for multiple orgasms?
Yet even as my balls ached and at last… now, please now… I came across Fox in a pearly streak that mixed with his own warm arc, and we groaned in ecstasy into each other’s mouths, it was weirdly incomplete.
Sleipnir followed, moaning louder than Fox and me combined, before he showed Magenta just how talented a god’s tongue could be.
Yet the Princes weren’t with me in our tangle of blissed out pleasure, sleepy joy, and tacky cum. Even if they weren’t bonded to me, they were still mine. Incubi possessiveness was this whole thing.