Page 111 of Feral Gods
The implication sends anticipatory heat through my body despite ceremony's emotional intensity. Among dark elves, formal binding ceremonies conclude with physical consummation—tradition my three transformed mates clearly intend to honor despite their complicated relationship with their original culture.
"Traditional celebration indeed," Ravik agrees, amber gaze darkening with similar desire. "Though our dwelling seems more appropriate setting than stone circle, given extended nature of anticipated activities."
The journey from ceremonial space to our home passes in blur of shared anticipation and lingering magical connection. Unlike previous intimate encounters—passionate but often influenced by immediate circumstances—tonight's union carries deliberate significance acknowledging permanent commitment just formalized between us.
Our dwelling's central chamber has been transformed in our absence—sleeping platform enlarged and covered with luxurious furs, magical lights creating intimate illumination that flatters all skin tones, fragrant oil warming in small brazier that fills the air with subtle aphrodisiac scent.
"You planned this well in advance," I observe, amusement mingling with appreciation for their thoughtfulness.
"Strategic preparation enhances successful outcome," Ravik responds without apology, though slight darkening of his indigo features suggests embarrassment at being so transparent.
"Scholarly research indicates ceremonial consummation benefits from appropriate environmental conditions," Zephyr adds, scholarly precision failing to mask his own anticipation.
"They mean they wanted everything perfect for you," Thane translates bluntly, crimson eyes warm with affection for his brothers despite teasing tone. "For us."
Their consideration—their desire to create perfect experience rather than merely satisfying physical urges—touches me deeply. These beings who began as fearsome predators, who evolved through connection and transformation into passionate, thoughtful partners, never cease revealing new depths of care that contradict their fearsome exterior.
"It's perfect," I assure them, moving toward the prepared sleeping platform with deliberate invitation in my movements. "Though perhaps slightly overdressed for traditional celebration."
The ceremonial garments we wore for binding ritual represent only minimal barrier, yet their removal carries ritual significance of its own—each garment symbolizing final separation between individual and unified existence. One by one, we disrobe with deliberate reverence, transformed bodies revealed in magical light that emphasizes our complementary natures.
Ravik's powerful indigo form practically radiates controlled strength, amber eyes glowing with intensity that once frightened but now merely excites. Zephyr's leaner slate-blue body moves with scholarly precision that belies surprising strength concealed beneath academic exterior. Thane's copper-hued musculature gleams like living metal in magical illumination, crimson gaze holding predatory focus that promises pleasure rather than threat.
And myself—no longer viewing my human form as inadequate compared to their transformed magnificence but recognizing essential complement it provides to our union. Where they embody power in different manifestations, I contribute adaptability. Where they represent varying expressions of immortal transformation, I provide mortal perspective that enhances rather than diminishes our connection.
"How shall we begin?" Zephyr inquires, scholarly detachment completely abandoned for naked desire rarely displayed so openly.
"Together," I answer simply, settling onto the sleeping platform's center. "Equal participation, equal pleasure. Perfect balance."
They join me with careful coordination that speaks of prior discussion—positioning themselves around me to create perfect symmetry that mirrors our ceremonial arrangement. Ravik behind me, providing support that allows me to reclineagainst his powerful chest. Zephyr and Thane on either side, creating triangle that places me at its center while maintaining connection between all participants.
Unlike previous encounters governed by urgency or circumstance, tonight's union unfolds with deliberate patience—each touch, each kiss, each pleasure building upon previous sensation to create experience transcending conventional physical intimacy. The binding ceremony's magical resonance enhances every interaction, allowing emotional and sensory sharing that multiplies individual pleasure through collective experience.
Ravik's hands move with commanding precision along my sides, over my breasts, across sensitive skin with touch that manages to be both possessive and respectful simultaneously. His lips brush my neck, my shoulder, the sensitive spot behind my ear that sends shivers cascading through my entire body.
"Beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, the simple word carrying profound appreciation that transcends physical appearance to acknowledge essential nature beneath.
Zephyr's scholarly precision finds perfect application in identifying and stimulating pleasure points along my legs, my stomach, my inner thighs—each touch calibrated through careful observation of response patterns established through previous encounters. His turquoise eyes monitor reactions with scientific intensity that somehow enhances rather than diminishes emotional connection.
"Fascinating synchronicity between physiological response and emotional resonance," he observes, scholarly phrasing failing to mask genuine wonder at our connection.
Thane's passionate directness complements their approaches—his touch unabashedly sensual, his kisses openly demanding, his crimson gaze holding mine with characteristicintensity that communicates desire without pretense or reservation.
"Perfect," he growls as his hands join Ravik's in caressing my breasts, creating counterpoint of sensation that sends pleasure spiraling through nervous system already primed by magical connection.
Throughout this initial exploration, I remain not passive recipient but active participant—my hands learning and relearning the contours of transformed bodies that respond to my touch with gratifying enthusiasm. Ravik's controlled shudder when my fingers trace the sensitive junction where wings meet shoulder blades. Zephyr's sharp intake of breath when I follow the pattern of scholarly markings etched into his slate-blue skin. Thane's rumbling growl when my touch ventures lower to encircle impressive length already fully prepared for our union.
The magical bond established during ceremony enhances every interaction—allowing partial perception of pleasure experienced by partners in addition to one's own sensations. This shared awareness creates feedback loop that amplifies arousal beyond normal parameters, driving us toward union with intensity that borders on overwhelming.
"How should we—" Zephyr begins, scholarly mind seeking optimal configuration despite passion clouding logical thought.
"Like this," I answer, understanding his unfinished question through our enhanced connection. With deliberate movement, I shift position to straddle Ravik's powerful thighs, his impressive length pressing against me without yet seeking entrance. "Perfect symmetry requires creative approach."
Understanding flows between us without need for elaborate explanation—the configuration allowing simultaneous connection between all participants while maintaining comfortable positioning for extended celebration. With carefulcoordination born of practice and enhanced by magical bond, we arrange ourselves accordingly.
Ravik beneath me, his powerful hands supporting my hips as I gradually lower myself onto him—the exquisite stretch and fullness as he enters sending pleasure cascading through my system and, through our connection, to our partners as well. His amber eyes flutter closed momentarily as sensation threatens to overwhelm even his legendary control.
"Perfect," he manages, voice rough with emotion typically kept carefully contained.
