Page 2 of A Song of Saints and Swans
Praise the Goddess he’s wearing underwear.
“That’s enough, suge. Why don’t we give Vasi our presents now?” Asa’s voice was stern, but he was smiling at Tan like the sun rose and set at his command.
This sparked the familiar ache I felt, deep in my gut, whenever I witnessed the four of them mooning over each other.
“Oha! Me first!” Tan shouted, and I braced for whatever his gift might be. “I decided to hold that old busybody Cass to her promise that anything Vasi wanted was on the house…”
Nox was already shaking his head as Tan emptied a duffel bag full of sex toys onto the table with a dramatic flourish.
It was no secret how Vasilisa and her Riders recharged their powers—not that they seemed to need an excuse to mount each other like animals.
But a pile of dildos certainly cements the rumor.
“Thank you, Tan,” Vasi murmured, her face as red as the lipstick I wore. “I do wish you’d chosen to wait untilafterour guests left to present these to me…”
Oh, just you wait until you read those books I gave you.
We all looked to Asa to go next. The Rider tossed aside the strap-on harness he’d been fiddling with and dropped to his knee at Vasi’s feet.
“Sweetness.” He earnestly gazed up at his witch. “I didn’t think it was possible to love a woman the way I love you, and I have been simply tormented trying to come up with a gift to appropriately match the depths of what I feel.”
Every woman—and a drunken Tan—dramatically gasped when Asa pulled a green velvet ring box out of his pocket and snapped it open. “Luckily, I saved a souvenir from when we killed Matthew.”
Vasi’s cheeks pinked again, only this time, it was with pleasure. “It’s perfect, my Beautiful Sun,” she purred as she pulled what appeared to be a ring made from human bone out of the box and slipped it onto her finger.
She and Asa then eye-fucked each other so thoroughly, I feared we’d immediately be hustled out the door so Mt. Dildo could be put to good use.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
“You fuckingmudak,”Nox groaned, swiping a large hand down his face. “How the fuck am I supposed to follow something as metal as that?”
A dreadful hiss sounded from the storage cellar beneath us, and I vaguely recalled there was a house spirit down there who apparently didn’t like foul language or inappropriate behavior.
Good luck with this crew.
“Nox,” I interjected, giving the big guy a whack on the back of the head—harder than was probably necessary. “Your gift is perfect, too. Go on, dummy, give it to her.”
Still scowling, Nox pulled out the gift bag I’d handed him and wordlessly pushed it across the table to Vasi. She gave him a secretive smile before yanking the tissue paper out of the way, gasping in delight when she saw what awaited her inside.
Just like I knew she would.
With trembling hands, Vasi pulled out the skeins of yarn in rich earth tones—running her fingers over the worsted wool like it was made of precious jewels. Her gaze flickered to the loom, gathering dust in the corner, before she happily flung herself into Nox’s lap.
She didn’t verbally thank him, but I swear, I saw a tear track down her face, making me proudly smile at her Rider. As the one in charge of the purse strings in this family, it had been up to me to purchase the yarn, but the gift was 1000%hisidea.
“Hmph,” Tan grumbled. “I still think mine is the best.”
“And I’m sure you willallagree later on, in your fucknest,” Marena cackled. “But first, let’s enjoy this treat I picked up from one of the best bakeries in Moscow—Spartak cake!”
“Mmm, my favorite,” Nox growled in Vasi’s ear and I tried not to gag on the pheromones emanating from the four of them.
Marena ignored the commentary, efficiently passing around plates and forks before serving everyone with enormous slices. “Aaand, a little Russian birdie told me you’ve never had pineapple before, so I tracked down some of that as well—no easy feat this time of year!”
Vasi giggled and swatted Nox on the shoulder before sliding onto the bench to enjoy her sexually suggestive cake and fruit. The Spartak cakewasdelicious, and I even had to admit it was cute to watch her try pineapple for the first time.
It warmed my black heart to see my friend so happy, because if anyone deserved to be surrounded by men who loved her enough to put a human bone on her finger, it was the last Baba Yaga.
Well done, you bewitched dicks.
