Page 46 of A Song of Saints and Swans
“Shall we give our good boy a show?” Rena purred up at me, gripping my thighs in that dominating way of hers that made my heart sing.
I nodded, and lowered myself to her waiting mouth, gasping as she immediately swiped her tongue up my center, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
“Fuck,” Jarilo choked out.
Same boy, same.
Marena’s gorgeous sky-blue horns appeared, and I grabbed on for leverage—already knowing I would need the support.
Once I was steady, the goddess of winter’s death wasted no time. Sucking my clit into her mouth, she insatiably thrummed against the sensitive bud, making me whimper and flinch, her thumbs rhythmically caressing my opening, only occasionally dipping inside to tease. Never as deep as I would like.
More, more, more.
Having been lovingly scolded before to not hold back, I shamelessly rode Marena’s face—grinding against her talented mouth as I chased my orgasm.
The sounds I was making might have embarrassed me with previous partners, but I knew my gods wanted every part of me I could give. They wanted to understand my pain and pleasure so completely that they gave me everything I needed in return.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,Anhel,”Jarilo murmured, and Rena hummed her agreement against my skin.
That was all it took. Dropping my head back, I moaned and shuddered through my release, feeling wetness gush out of me to the goddess and altar below.
“Please…” the god of springtime begged, as I realigned my body with Rena’s to deliver a sloppy kiss.
Tasting like immortality, indeed.
“Not yet,” Rena sternly replied, although she smirked up at me with a wink.
Gripping my hips, she began grinding our clits together—the sensation of her pussy sliding over my still fluttering one making me groan.
Then—because Marena loved it when I screamed for her—she unleashed her infamous icicle dick.
I arched back as it tunneled inside me, the shock of cold in my heated core making me go rigid.
Goddess!
“You’ve got this, dove,” she cooed, running her fingers lightly over my skin to soothe even as she grinned mischievously. “Make me melt.”
Not wanting to disappoint my mistress, I collapsed against her chest, burying my face into her neck and rutting against her with all I had. Our breasts were slick with sweat, and the feel of her soft skin on my overly sensitive nipples made me sob.
I won’t survive this!
“Fuuuuck,please,dearest,” Jarilo whimpered, sounding like he was in danger of crying himself.
His twin took pity on him. “You may join in, Jar, but only to giveherpleasure.”
I didn’t need to see the god to know he was immediately on his feet and kneeling behind me on the altar. My suspicions were confirmed when I felt his large hands on my ass, lifting me up and spreading me open so he could deliver a long lick.
“Oh, fu…” I choked out, my words turning into a squeal when he speared my tighter hole with his tongue.
“Such a perfect plaything,” Rena praised, burying her hands in my hair and pulling so hard I yelped. “So perfect for us to share.”
“Mmm, yesss. Please,please,share me. Pleeeease…” I babbled, delirious with pleasure.
Marena thoughtfully hummed, barely breathless, while I unraveled. “What do you think, Jar? Should we see if her cunt can take both our cocks?”
Oh, fuck…
Jarilo came up for air with a bright laugh. “You know I won’t last a minute if we do that—let’s save it for the summer solstice. Right now, I’m dying to see my cum dripping from her ass.”
