Chapter 36 | Ravinica

Chapter 36

Ravinica

I SHOULD HAVE FELT guilty about getting so distracted like this.

Kelvar the Whisperer was injured, separated from us after saving Magnus’ life. Arne had just lost his sister, and we’d all witnessed that horrible moment. Lady Elayina was in the wind, evidently forgetting all about us as she basked in her fateful return to Alfheim. Dark elves were in Midgard, scouring the Isle, doing gods-only-knew what.

Despite all that, and my logical mind telling me to get a grip, I couldn’t feel shame or guilt. Not here. Not with my men, all five of them. Two stood with me, while the other three chuckled and conversed in the “hot springs” room.

The buzz of lust roaming through my mind was undeniable. Indefensible. I couldn’t resist. Don’t I deserve this? I asked myself. After all the battles, the turmoil we’ve been through? Couldn’t I use a moment of respite before the shitstorm starts all over again?

The answer in my mind, whether from the starberry essence or my own twisted perversions, was a resounding “ Yes, girl.”

I strode into the hot springs room, leaving the “garnish vanity” open behind me. Arne stayed back, lost in wonder as he stared at the kinky objects in that room.

Warm, inviting mist floated out from the door of the hot springs. It smelled lovely, like honeysuckle and summer, with the new scent of starberries heavier in the air than it was outside the room.

When I stepped inside . . . well, I was greeted with something that stopped me dead and left me marveling at how I’d gotten so lucky.

Sven, Magnus, and Grim were in the “springs,” an oblong-shaped pool with clear water coming about knee-high.

They were naked, already sunk to their chests in water as they sat at different parts of the bench that ringed the pool.

My eyes widened. “Oh. Gods fucking save me.”

Sven stood, dripping glistening water and luscious sex from his hard planes as he showed himself to me. His thick cock twitched between his legs, making him a perfect specimen of arousal with his dark hair curling over his forehead and movie-star face.

“The gods won’t save you from this reckoning, menace.”

My throat hitched as I tried to clear it. I was warm between my thighs in an instant, and I knew the starberries weren’t the reason this time around.

Grim leaned back at the far end of the pool, arms stretched behind him in a leisurely stance. “Come in, sneak. The water’s great.”

Magnus fixed me with one of his smoldering stares, gray eyes piercing through every inch of me. “You’ve eluded us for too long, silvermoon.”

They all had sinful gazes of pure filth.

For a moment, I tried to fight it. It was a futile attempt, and my voice came out weak and raspy. “E-Eluded? We only just retrieved you yesterday , Mag!”

“Exactly,” the bloodrender crooned. “Even a day without you is too long.” Like Sven, he stood from the softly bubbling water, which did look enticing.

Magnus looked better than the springs. His gaunt form called to me, a perfect puzzle for my thicker body, the scars lining his torso creating the most sublime imperfections that made me want to feel every inch of him. His tattoos, swirling from his chest to his thighs to every other part of him to hide the scars, seemed to pulse with energy. His cock, studded and pierced at the tip—a true work of art—was also pulsing with energy and need.

When Grim stood to join them, to show me the immaculate wall of muscle these three mates had crafted just for me, I lost my shit.

My first mate, and my largest. These studs of Vikingrune Academy were all well-endowed, but Grim’s sheer length, girth, and size always made me wince with worry and melt with anticipation. I’d never known I was a size queen until I met these men who wanted to own me piece by piece.

They all had claim on me. I would never choose one over the other, because it was an impossible choice, and one I refused to make. As I’d said before, it was either all of them or none of them.

And now, realizing I’d never actually had all five of my mates together like this, I couldn’t hold back. I was going to have my cake and eat it too, throw myself on these wickedly delicious guys, and not think twice about it.

A presence loomed behind me. Corym’s voice trickled over my shoulder, up to my ear, making me shudder with its intensity. “Come, silver goddess. Your worshippers await you.”

With a gentle push to my lower back, Corym nudged me toward the lip of the pool. I was already throwing my dirty clothes off—my boots first, then my fur coat, my tunic, finally peeling out of my pants at the edge so they could watch in awestruck splendor.

The three mates in the pool glanced at each other, smirking, knowing they had me. I couldn’t tell what Corym was doing behind me, but I knew it was naughty by the way Magnus, Sven, and Grim looked over my shoulder at him.

I took a risk and glanced back—

To see Corym nude, radiant in the low torchlight of the bubbling springs room. He caressed me from behind, working his spindly fingers over my spine, up to my shoulders, and into my hair. “We’ve got to wash this filth from your hair before we defile you all over again, lunis’ai .”

I nodded dumbly, closing my eyes and letting out a low groan as his expert touch worked me over. I rolled my head back on my neck.

He took my hand and brought me into the pool. The water was scalding hot—just how I liked it. A perfect touch to the shiver of heat that pooled at my belly and spread outward through my limbs.

Sven said, “We know what you want, Ravinica. We’re still going to make you say it.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” I asked playfully as I stepped past the bench and into the deeper pool. The water came up to my wide hips, but my men weren’t looking down there. Their gazes were locked on my face, taking in every inch of me and my burnt-gold eyes.

Sven waded through the pool to stand in front of me, suffocating me with his heat. He leaned in close, smiling in my ear. “To fuck you so hard you can’t walk out of this room.”

I inhaled sharply, my neck going taut and hollow. “Damn you and your special hearing.” I remembered what I’d said about the mood-setters in the other room.

“I agree with the wolf, this once,” Grim quipped, stepping up to get to my side. He peppered a kiss on my bare shoulder, then another one on the bone of my collar. “We want to hear you say it.”

I squeezed my thighs together under the water, glancing down at his massive cock spearing up from the surface of the springs. It dripped with starberry-infused water and precum down the broad crown of his length, down to the crease of his heavy balls.

Unable to stop myself, I wrapped a hand around that crown, smearing his lust all over my palm as Sven lowered me onto a bench so I could sit and he could pamper me. It was quite a turnaround from what I used to get from the domineering, savage wolf shifter.

While I absentmindedly stroked Grim’s huge dick to a full erection, Magnus swam over. He was on his back like a damned jokester, his cock swaying and toppling onto his tight abs as he lazily floated toward us. “We can’t hear you, Rav.”

I choked out a sound that definitely wasn’t English or Elvish. Sven was still rubbing the knots out of my shoulder, kneading my muscles and drawing out groans of pleasure from my lips. Corym had dunked into the water and taken up the small bit of real estate to my right, so he could waterfall my hair with the springs, plastering it to my head.

I never suspected I’d get precare. Aftercare? Sure, they’d swaddled me with it after destroying me in the past. But this? This was something I could get used to.

I felt cleaner already, yet so filthy at the same time.

“I want you all to ruin me,” I eked out. I still wasn’t feeling entirely confident, I realized, as the words left my lips.

The four men around me let out low growls. Corym petted me, Sven massaged me. Magnus palmed one of my heavy breasts and started teasing my pebbled nipple, while Grim leaned in above them all and kissed my lips softly.

There was groping, grabbing, and rubbing. Too much stimulation at once. Enough to overwhelm me, if I wasn’t careful. So much gods-damn man around me, I hardly knew what to do with myself.

I got the notion my mates sensed my trepidation. They could tell I wasn’t entirely comfortable yet, despite the warmth of the water lapping against my skin, and their hands doing the same.

Magnus said, “Tell us what to do, silvermoon. Command your legion.”

I opened my eyes and blinked at him—his gruff smile and pale face. Excitement danced in his gray orbs, which narrowed ever-so-slightly as he met my gaze.

That little request—“ Command your legion ”—was all I needed to regroup and get a firmer grasp of myself. My confidence came roaring back, white-hot heat shuffling up my spine and overtaking me.

“Grim, you’re going to feed me your stupidly huge cock and try to break my jaw. I’m going to sit my ass on Corym’s glorious length, while Magnus stuffs my pussy full with his shiny studded cock. I want you working together. And Sven, you’re going to put your dick in my hand and wait your turn like a good puppy.”

My mates were silent, only the rushing of blood in my ears and the gentle bubbling of water filling the room.

Then Sven said, “Damn, that’s a tough task for a wolf.”

I winked at him. “It won’t last forever, you tawdry fucking hound. Think of me as your musical chair. Maybe I’ll let you sit on me if you’re lucky.” My words were coming out thick and rough now, melting with desire. “I’m so horny for you bastards, I can’t even think straight.”

As one, my mates moved. My directive woke them out of their daze. Splashing followed, and I chuckled as they took their positions around me.

It was a Tetris event to get everyone snug and fit, but I couldn’t be happier being sandwiched between these hard bodies.

Coyrm sat behind me on the bench, running his hands down the width of my hips, down the backs of my thighs, and slapping my thick, plush ass.

I yelped, body jiggling from the recoil, and the other three stood over me with their hard cocks inches from my face, waiting for Corym to make his move as I bent my knees and leaned back . . .

Before I could sit, Corym’s hands flossed my cheeks and he leaned in.

I gasped when his warm tongue laved over my asshole, my eyes widening. “Y-You’re cheating, you cunning cunt! Eating my ass wasn’t part of the deal!”

He laughed, his voice rumbling as he feasted on his silver-haired goddess. My eyes screwed shut from the intense pleasure that shocked my body like a lightning bolt.

Before I could get comfortable and lean into him—before I could sit on his fucking face and smother him for going against my demands—Corym hugged the slight swell of my belly above my hips and splashed me down on his lap.

His cock slipped between my thighs when my ass flattened on his muscled thighs, prodding his warm length between them. He whispered in my ear, “Had to make sure you were wet and ready, love.”

“And?”

“Good and drenched.”

He lifted me by my hips. I gripped his cock and lowered myself again on him, slower this time—feeling his hard, sleek dick penetrate my rear in perfect harmony.

My mouth fell open as I sank down on him, trying to take as much of Corym’s impressive length in my ass as I could. It was painful at first, making me wince, but that pain quickly numbed into something amazing. Sensations and nerves shot off inside me, fluttering around in my belly as he plunged his cock into my guts.

Magnus took his cue, fisted his slab at the base—where the studs ended—and grabbed my trembling legs. He tilted me back using my ankles, planking me on Corym, lifting my feet above the water, baring my pussy to him.

Then he sank down into me, pushing my knees back against my tits. The abrupt cold of his piercings as he entered made me stutter and stammer with orgasmic bliss.

I writhed, shaking as the two men stuffed me completely in both holes. My eyes rolled aimlessly, trying to catch my breath and get a hold of myself.

Grim took that opportunity to tangle his hand in my hair, press forward, and slam his oversized cock into my mouth.

I choked, gagging, tears springing from my eyes as the first few inches of Grim drilled to the back of my throat.

Now I was truly stuffed, unable to catch my breath or think straight as the three men tormented my holes and ruined me like I’d demanded.

I put my hand out, fingers shaking from the men fucking the senses of out me, and felt Sven’s scalding cock land on my palm. Closing my fingers around him, I squeezed, and he grunted.

The other three moved in tandem, in synchronicity like they’d planned this out and done it before, even though I knew they hadn’t.

Corym pushed past tightness in my ass and I felt like he was slamming into my stomach. Magnus mating-pressed me from above, already moving into a ruthless rhythm that made me wonder if the bloodrender was trying to breed his silvermoon.

Grim had my head turned, so he could fuck my face from the side. I was completely immobile from the tight grips of these merciless men. They held me in place, using me, bringing an orgasm rippling through my body and making me tremble with release.

It was only a matter of seconds before another heavy climax breached my system, short-circuiting my brain. The feeling of Magnus and Corym working together—one of them receding while the other plunged—drove me to insanity. It was all they could do to both fit inside my holes, the undersides of their big cocks rubbing together.

“Your ass is too damn tight for me, lunis’ai ,” Corym growled in my ear. He didn’t even sound like himself—he sounded like an animal, like Sven or Grim. “Too tight for any of us.”

“Then scoot over and give me her hole, elf,” Sven growled. “I’ll widen it for you.”

I stroked him furiously, making him harder and harder, until he was throbbing in my grip. Sven was pumping his hips off to my left, and I jerked him blindly while my head was twisted right at the utter mercy of Grim.

The bear shifter’s heavy balls collided with my chin, swinging and clapping against me. The musk was instense, making my eyes roll even worse, screwing up my pupils as I felt I was going cross-eyed.

All the while, the piston-slams of Magnus and Corym fucking me, sandwiching my folded body between them.

My whole body jiggled with my next climax, but the pleasure was only just beginning. Because then Magnus reached down and started slapping my pussy where he fucked me, splashing water all over the place while he rubbed the heel of his palm vigorously against my engorged clit.

I shook my head, humming and losing consciousness, losing air. Darkness was encroaching from the intense ecstasy I swam in, at all ends. My free hand tapped Grim’s giant thigh, praying he would fuck the feeling from my face and the doubts from my mind, while also praying he didn’t asphyxiate me past the point of no return.

My lovable, protective bear shifter pulled back.

I gasped, choking, coughing as strands of precum and saliva shot from my mouth. “Ahhh!” I cried out, heaving when Corym barred my legs, lifting my gods-damn knees to my ears. He put me in a full nelson while pulverizing my little asshole.

In and out, back and forth, the rhythm of those two men abusing my pussy and ass was too much. Magnus punishing my clit was just the cherry on top, and I started to see red and yellow flickering lights behind my eyelids when I screwed my eyes shut to stay conscious.

My moans bounced of the walls, just as my mates bounced off me.

I was well aware we were missing one of the gang, but it couldn’t be helped. I knew Arne was dealing with so much, yet I couldn’t feel guilty about giving myself over to the utter depravity of these determined, dominant worshippers.

“Enough,” Sven growled, and pushed Magnus aside. The bloodrender snarled at him as his studded cock flew from my cunt and he splashed off to the side. “I’ve waited long enough, and I won’t let you torment me any longer, menace. Understood?”

I nodded dumbly, unable to form words. Corym’s thighs were bouncing on the bench, slapping into me from beneath.

Sven squeezed between my legs, his hard hips against my softness as I urged him closer. He grabbed my hair, pulling me forward, bending me in a new direction with Corym holding my legs back and parting my pussy lips to give him a wide opening.

The wolf slammed his cock inside me. He was thicker than Magnus, yet not as long, and it was a perfect contrast to the sleek, velvety elf-cock destroying my asshole.

I shook my head, yelling to the heavens. Crying out as my mates demolished me. Drowning in another orgasm—which I knew my men wouldn’t let be the last one.

Sven was right: They weren’t going to let me walk out of here, if I was ever able to walk again after such treatment.

Treatment I had begged for. Ordered them to carry out, like a queen to her subjects.

A voice from the door filtered into the room, echoing from the main room before growing louder.

“Little fox, I picked out some toys to—oh, Loki’s balls! You bastards got started without me!”

I looked over my shoulder at Arne, briefly able to see his silhouette in the door. He carried a bundle of dildos and naughty toys in his arms, sticking out at all ends, like a perverted, skinny Santa Claus.

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as my men continued to fuck me through my staccato chuckling.

I was losing my damn mind.

Arne dropped the sex toys with a clang, springing out of his clothes like a gods-damned cartoon. He waded into the water, slapping Grim’s ass and earning a growl from the bear shifter. Arne bobbed his eyebrows and watched the shifter stroke himself while the others fucked me.

Seemed the iceshaper wasn’t outside crying or wallowing in his misery after all.

Arne stepped close to my defiled body, his icy blue eyes glittering. “I heard you give orders to the other boys.” He tilted his head curiously, hand going down to his tapered waist, to the Adonis belt that led to his prize just under the surface. “What would you have your good boy do?”