Page 32 of Gemini Christmas
“Ask me again later,” Zephyr murmurs, sounding dreamy. Hard to see in the fading light, but it looks to me like his eye is closed.
Right on cue, the next record drops on the gramophone turntable. The great room fills with the lively strains of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”.
Ash studies the sitch going down between V and Zephyr on the couch for another beat, then sighs and lets his head fall forward. This is partly because Neo’s taken a firmer grip on Ash’s hips and is really hammering into him. Our bookworm’s glasses are sliding down his earnest nose, soft curls bouncing against his forehead with every determined thrust into Ash’s yielding ass.
Just to keep my attention, Max snarls between my thighs and wraps my legs firmly around his own hips. That new angle fits his cockhead right against my cervix and lights me up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
My second O always follows pretty hard after the first.
Stronger and sharper than the warmup, this Part Two climax comes roaring outta nowhere and makes my whole body convulse with a scream. My magic moment clamps my pussy around Max’s cock in a pulsing ripple of pleasure. Under the urgent clutch and pull of my fingers, Ronin’s dick swells and jerks.
Ronin rises to hands and knees and looms over me, face tortured under his flying hair, teeth bared with effort and cords standing out in his neck. His eyes burn into me like gates to a fiery Hell.
I’m beyond speaking. But Max does the honors.
“Ronin, my mate,” Max grunts, thick and guttural with his own looming climax. “Paint our sovereign’s gorgeous tits with your seed. Do it now.”
That’s when Ronin loses it with a yell, arching and spurting creamy ribbons of hot spunk all over my pumping fist, my working forearm, and liberally spattering my tits.
“Oh—bloody—hell—” Ronin pushes out a string of breathless curses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Zara,fuck.”
I swipe a wild hand through his mess to smear it over my tits. Then I shove my fingers into my mouth for a greedy taste of his musky spend.
Totally heedless of the mess, Ronin collapses, twitching and breathless, across my cumsticky boobs.
The powerful pulse of his climax, the strongest telepath in the whole Academy, pounds through my body and all my guys like a tribal drum.
Fuck if he doesn’t set us all off.
Max’s forked dick swells and locks tight inside me, plugging my pussy and flooding my basement with gout after gout of hot dragon jizz. With Ronin’s fallen body sprawled over my chest, Max stares into my eyes the whole time, dragon orbs flaming gold with fierce possession.
My pussy spasms around the kick and spurt of dragon cock. My own inner dragon, fully roused and approving of this kinda treatment, gives way to a trumpeting scream of pleasure that vibrates and crackles with the lightning voice. My orgasm shorts out the colored lights on the Christmas tree, plunges the room into near darkness, and makes the gramophone needle skip.
For the first time since we got here, the ubiquitous holiday soundtrack falls silent.
Ultraviolet light spills from my eyes to light up the room.
Shifting purple shadows dance over Mordred, arched backward and grunting with pleasure, blue hair swaying against his back as Lucius writhes beneath him and rails him in a ruthless rhythm. Guttural wolf snarls rip from my headmaster’s throat with every thrust. Lucius’ fangs are fully distended and his eyes pulse red with wicked light.
Neo convulses, stills, and shudders out his climax with a whimper into Ash’s strangling clutch. Ash flings back his head and voices a long deep groan of baritone pleasure. When he’s dommed properly, Ash can come hands-free, just from having a dick inside him. (I know this firsthand, since he’s one of the guys I peg.)
That’s how I know he’s coming now, even when I can’t directly see, spattering messy jets of seed all over the bearskin rug.
Violet psi fire pours from my eyes, plays over the couch, and lights up Vasili’s face—black-lipped, goat-eyed, still sharp and delicate and pretty as a runway model. He’s still Vasili, still mine, yet he’s not. Dark and lurky with intent in our mating bond, he works Zephyr’s back door open, one finger at a time.
If any guy in my harem knows how to prep a hole for a cock, it’s Vasili.
Under the probing stretch of V’s invading fingers, Zephyr hisses and claws the leather couch like a cat in heat. But his wild Dark Fae face is naked and fierce with anticipation.
“For moon’s sake,” Zephyr gasps and works himself backward into V’s probing fingers. “I shall not break, Vasili Romanov. Nor will I beg. But—Goddess—”
“You want to strangle my dick in this tight greedy hole of yours, don’t you, Your Resplendence?” Vasili rumbles in hisKrampus voice. His slitted goat eyes lift from Zephyr’s writhing frame to lock on mine. V’s cruel smile freezes the breath in my lungs.
“Well,” Zephyr pants, then goes all Dark Fae formal, “if thou art in the mood for the granting of Christmas wishes… then yes.”
Ronin is still collapsed half over me, sweaty and panting, brow resting on my shoulder. Now his head jerks up on a sharp inhale as he twists around to stare.
Max is braced on trembling arms between my legs, limp and quivering with his own aftershocks. Yet his head, too, turns slowly to eye the couch.
