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I straddled the water weaver, grasping both their cocks and easing down on them, my body already so wet and ready from my time with the others.Some distant part of my brain had me internally chuckling at how smoothly they had all guided things.Working me up from no cocks, to single cocks, to the double deal, before tossing me at Zhong.

They were degenerates.

Thank the goddess.

Chapter 39

Andy

IleanedforwardandHasumigripped the back of my neck, meeting me halfway in a consuming kiss, our breasts brushing each other, soft skin caressing soft skin.I wanted to savor them the way Aahil had savored me.Stretch things out.Enjoy the ethereal grace that was Hasumi.But I couldn’t.Not now.Their words had unleased a tidal wave inside me, and I could do nothing but ride it to completion.

I sat back, taking them deeper, rolling my hips with wild abandon.Hasumi’s magic continued to swirl around and within me as they gripped my hips and thrust upward in time with me, sending us both crashing into each other.One hand moved to cup my breast, while the other moved to my lower belly, their thumb pressing against my clit, while they flooded me with feelings of passion, gratitude, and love.I threw my head back with a gasp and was swept under as orgasm crashed over us both.

Then there were hands on me, lifting me again, big, strong arms holding me close to a broad chest, carrying me effortlessly.Zhong.I pressed my lips to the base of his throat.I should be utterly wrung out by now, exhausted and sated, but instead I was buzzing.Power was building inside me with every touch, every release.The wild magic I had awakened during the battle with the cultists was still there every day, murmuring, dancing impatiently, sometimes sleeping, but always waiting to be unleashed.It stirred in me now, swirling and churning as it built like pressure inside a champagne bottle.

I twisted in Zhong’s arms, and he obligingly helped me, so that he was no longer holding me in a bridal carry.My legs wrapped around his waist, and his big hands cupped my ass, holding me up as I slowly sank down onto the biggest cock in existence.

We both groaned.“Master,” he breathed, ducking his head to press his forehead to mine, his impressive wings spread and his tail lashing behind him.“You’ll be the death of me.”

I chuckled breathlessly as my back hit the trunk of one of the few trees in the meadow.Zhong slid deeper inside me, bottoming out, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulder—or at least tried to.He was literally rock hard at the moment, a creature of smooth marble, pinning me against the tree with his immovable strength.I dug my heels into his ass and tried to squirm, to move myself against him and take him impossibly deeper, but he stopped me, effortlessly holding me still as he slowly pulled back, then slid into me again.

I whimpered at the stretch, at how full I felt.Looking down, I could see us in the faint glow of moonlight—aided by the soft light falling from Elijah’s wings as he came to brush the hair away from my shoulder and plant a soft kiss to the side of my neck.I could see where Zhong’s massive length disappeared inside me, and the hard, slick wetness of his cock when he pulled back between thrusts.

Fuck,that was hot.

Ambrose appeared on my other side, a velvety touch sliding over my breast as he caught my ear between his sharp teeth.Elijah’s hand slid down to rub my clit as Zhong slowly fucked me senseless.

And all the while, the passion and the power built inside me.It was turning me into a feral thing.I wanted Zhong to fuck me.Hard.Without any care for how he could hurt me.I wanted to be held down and used.And to take.To take all they had and make it a part of me.Their bodies.Their magic….

“Harder,” I hissed, raking my nails over Zhong’s beautiful chest, but not leaving a mark on his marble skin.“More.”

He bent and kissed me, hard and hungry, and with a hint of fang.I bit his lip and arched my back, trying to take him deeper.More.

Finally,finally,he fucked me harder.Not giving into the fury that I wanted so badly, but giving me more.I clenched around him, my entire body going rigid with the force of the orgasm that rocketed through me.

Zhong sagged against me, curling his wings around me, resting his head on the tree next to mine.“You’re dangerous, master,” he rumbled.“One day you’ll ask for something and I’ll give it to you, and we’ll both regret it.”

I turned my head and kissed him, quick and sharp.“Never,” I told him fiercely.No matter what he said, he’d never harm me.Even if it was an endless source of frustration.

“Gargoyle.”

Zhong jerked at the sound of the eerie, multi-layered voice that spoke from close by.Since he was still lodged inside me, the motion made us both gasp with aftershocks of pleasure.

“I’ve been patient long enough.Unhand my witch.”

Apparently, Dyre had been holding Sunny back this whole time.I could hear it in his voice, feel through our lifebond.The last fraying threads of the wraith’s thin veneer of civility were about to snap.

Zhong withdrew and gently set me on my feet, giving me a look that said he really didn’t want to hand me over.But I ignored his puppy dog eyes, my usual urge for his solid, grounding post-sex cuddles overshadowed by the being of death and darkness that stood before me.

Dyre held out his hand, and I took it without hesitation.His eyes glinted in the dim light, revealing one violet iris and one eye that was completely consumed by black.“Gentlemen,” I said flippantly, feeling the magic surge up inside me.

It recognized Dyre as the first lifebond.The one who had helped me learn to touch upon at least some of the bottomless well of magic inside me.And it recognized Sunshine.The ancient evil being of hunger and terror that lived between realms and fed on souls.It recognized him and itlovedhim, perhaps most out of all my lovers.The wild magic inside me had more in common with the wraith than with anyone else.It, too, longed to be free, to run wild and unchecked, devouring or creating as it willed.

I shuddered at the emotions and sensations flowing through me.They were both terrifying and deeply, disturbingly erotic.

We loved them all.But this one… This one was like gripping a live wire in our hand and hoping it didn’t stop our heart before we could redirect the electricity elsewhere.It was like dancing with death and hoping we’d still draw breath when the music stopped.

I shuddered, a jolt of lust and a roll of power surging through me.Oh, we could do such things together.Rule the world, if we wanted.And drown ourselves in dark passion every moment in between.

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