Chapter 37 | Ravinica

Chapter 37

Ravinica

ARNE WAS HARD IN SECONDS , his big pale cock above the surface of the water, stroking it with some magical liquids he’d found in the garnish vanity and had liberally applied.

The iceshaper was an indiscriminate lover. I caught him eyeing Grim’s massive rod, squelching lewdly in both hands as he stroked himself.

I let in a ragged breath, watching my lone mate at the edge of the pool with his glittering blue eyes.

What do I want my good boy to do?

He had been through so much. I wondered if he was doing this to try and forget his grief over Frida, or if he was truly horny as the rest of us, possibly from the starberries.

His rock-hard cock said the latter.

Gulping Grim down, catching my breath as Sven and Corym slowed their pace beneath the water, I stared at Arne.

Unlike with my other mates, I gave him a choice.

“What would you like, Arne?”

He swung his long blond hair over his bare shoulder and waded two feet into the water, his eyes never leaving me. “I’d like you to deliver me from my agony, little fox.” Arne’s eyes veered again, from me to Grim and Magnus standing watch over me, naked as the day they were born and alluring as a couple shooting stars.

“All these strapping men are dominating you , little fox . . . so why don’t you dominate me ? Even the playing field a bit.”

I blinked, glancing at Magnus and Grim off to the side. The hung tormentors shrugged, pouting as if giving their go-ahead.

My face twisted when ideas came to my head. I glanced past him to the bundle of goodies he’d dropped in his hurry to join the action. “Grab me your favorite toy of the bunch, love,” I told Arne.

He did as he was told. Sven and Corym slowed their incessant pounding to a complete stop, which allowed my brain to slowly filter actual thoughts back in.

Feeling warm, dazed, and like a living noodle, I hauled myself begrudgingly off Corym’s cock, and Sven pulled out of my pussy.

I felt gaped and used, my body already sore. The cold chill of the misty air dazzled against my hips as I stood and moved slowly across the pool.

Arne was returning with a sizeable dildo.

No, I realized when he handed it over and bobbed his eyebrows. It was a strap-on.

“Any magic in this thing, Cor?” I asked my elven lover behind me, lifting the sex toy over my shoulder.

Corym said, “What if I said there was, lunis’ai ? Would that stop you?”

Agreeing with his point, I tilted my head curiously at Arne.

The iceshaper gave me a devious grin. “Surprise me.”

A short minute later, I had the strap-on wrapped around my waist and locked in. The black dildo jutted out from my hips, curving like a wicked banana, and I snickered when I looked down at myself.

Arne’s eyes twinkled with lust. He stroked his cock again.

“Get on your knees and give me your ass,” I told him in a gruff voice. It didn’t even sound like me when I threatened him with a good time.

“Yes, ma’am,” Arne quickly replied, and sank completely into the water, up to the severe dips of his hip muscles.

I took one look at the slender man then lunged, hugging my tits against his chest. We kissed feverishly, hands groping each other’s hair and sinking down to our backs.

When he pulled away, he opened his mouth to say something—

But I swiftly took him by the shoulder and spun him in a circle. Arne yelped and laughed at my force, my quickness.

His ass was beautiful, tight, firm. I slapped it and he bent over, putting his hands on the edge of the pool. The amount of control I felt was insane.

Licking my lips, I stepped forward, separated my feet wider for a sturdier foundation. I grabbed both cheeks in my hands. I squeezed him, running my touch down to his balls, playing and fondling with his sack before the lust became overbearing.

Arne moaned when I thrust into him. He put a forearm down in front, rested his forehead on it, and jerked himself off when I thrust my hips just like the men liked to do to me.

I had learned a lot watching Sven, Magnus, Grim, and Corym destroy my holes. Though I was sore from their ministrations, there was something invigorating about the starberry-infused water here.

I felt like I could fuck for days .

Arne’s moans were low and cute, the dildo attached to my hips slamming into him over and over again. It had a ridged backend that fucked my pussy with the recoil, and I loved every second of it.

Clearly by the sounds he was making, Arne did too.

“Fuck me harder, fox, I’m begging you!”

My hands moved from his ass cheeks to his hips, getting better leverage over him. I spanked him once, leaving a red handprint on his right cheek, and then went to town.

The men behind me growled as they watched my fat ass jiggle while I stuffed Arne’s tight asshole full.

“Well, what are you all waiting for?” I yelled, breathless and panting from my eager thrusts. It’s hard work pumping your hips like this over and over! Now I get it! Maybe I hadn’t given my boys enough credit for how well they fucked me, because they made it look so easy and perfect and sexy.

Me? Well, I wasn’t making love. I was rutting Arne like an animal, getting hornier by the second with every cry and moan that launched from his lips.

Then hands landed on my ass, and I gasped, ripped away from the perfect sight of Arne’s slender, pale backside and his arched spine.

“Good girl,” Sven whispered in my ear. “But we can’t let you have all the fun, now can we?”

I whimpered as his wet cockhead surged between my cheeks and lingered between my holes. “No, we can’t,” I rasped.

Sven slammed into me from behind. I groaned from the intensity of it, his eager strokes rippling my cheeks with every masterful thrust.

Like I was doing to Arne, Sven grabbed my hips and laid into me. He moved with much more practiced precision than me and found a rhythm that made me drip juices all over his cock, down to my inner thighs.

Our three bodies moved in tandem, Sven fucking me and pushing me into Arne. The sounds of our sex carried through the hot springs.

The others took advantage of the lewd situation, with Corym scooting down the lip of the pool until he was in front of Arne’s leaning face.

The elf lifted Arne’s forearm, replacing his resting spot with his throbbing cock, and then he looked over Arne’s shoulder. “May I, lunis’ai ?”

I smirked at him. Asking me permission to defile the iceshaper, you filhy elf? “Please,” I said, giving him the go-ahead. “I want to see him choke on you, Cor.”

The elf’s smile stretched wide. “I will fuck anyone you want me to, goddess. Whatever you command—I’m yours.”

Now that sounded fun. I’d never thought of it that way—the lengths these men would go to please me.

I nodded eagerly, then watched as Corym took Arne by the back of his head and sank his full, pretty lips on that long, radiant cock.

Arne choked. I bucked into him harder, hilting the dildo deep into his ass, rearranging his guts and snarling as he squirmed his tight hole around me.

We had the iceshaper at both ends, fucking out all the traumas that smothered him. I wanted Arne’s mind to break—for him to see how well these boys enlightened me—so he couldn’t sink deeper into despair.

If only for a little while, I wanted him to feel what I felt when I had these five around.

Magnus seemed to get the idea, and the general vibe-shift. He cut through the water with long strides, then stood on the end where Corym was forcing Arne to blow him.

The bloodrender put his hands on his hips, stepping out of the pool and onto the edge next to Corym, who was waist-deep. “Like you said, Sven . . . when in Rome.”

I gave him a nod, noticing what he was planning.

Corym’s eyes glittered when he glanced over—

Just in time for Magnus’ studded cock to push past his lips and into his maw.

I let out a yelp of excitement. Sven groaned behind me.

We were creating a depraved train of my own making, and it made a shiver run through me. For a moment, I nearly forgot Sven was barreling into me from behind.

Then my knees started getting weak.

Magnus put his hands on Corym’s head, just behind his long, elegant ears, and face-fucked the Ljosalfar with mad abandon. He grunted and Corym gladly accepted, while he blindly brought Arne’s face sliding down his own length at the same time.

A moment later, Magnus pulled out of Corym’s mouth with a growl, splashed into the pool behind him, and stuffed the elf’s ass with his studded cock, without asking.

Corym groaned, wincing as Magnus bucked into him. “Gods, the piercings. They’re . . . you’re big, bloodrender.”

“And you’re tight, elf.”

Corym’s dick was still in Arne’s mouth. It throbbed now as he was pelted from behind.

Our lewd train was nearly complete, and I adored it—the moans, the pleasure coming from every corner of the room.

Grim wasn’t going to be denied, however. Not my largest mate. With a grumble, he stepped up behind me and his towering presence loomed over both me and Sven. His shadow from the dim torchlight cooled the air around me.

“Move, wolf. Take the other hole. This one is mine to stuff.”

Just as Sven started to object, he was unceremoniously pushed aside by the bigger, mountainous man.

I croaked when Grim bear-hugged me and lifted . My dildo wiggled out of Arne’s yawning asshole. I cried out, “Grim!” when my feet left the pool and he took me airborne.

The bear settled me down easily on his cock, planting my cheeks down and surging into my cunt, filling me completely.

I came and writhed in his grip. He bounced me like I weighed nothing. Sven moved to my front. With one hand, he toyed with Arne’s asshole, squeezing his fingers into the shape of a spear and then fisting him and making the iceshaper scream and splutter from how wide his tight bundle of nerves stretched to accept the wolf shifter’s entire hand.

With his other hand, Sven teased my hard nipples and fondled my jiggling tits while Grim rocked me in the air. His hand moved like a maestro, like a conductor, down to my stuffed pussy. He played with my needy clit, making me lose my mind.

Everyone blurred through my vision. My moans were becoming one long, drawn-out sound of bliss and ecstasy.

Arne throbbed and stroked himself, then twitched as he shot ropes of cum into the magical pool between his legs. Corym grunted, his dick hopping in Arne’s mouth while Magnus fucked him from behind and held their hips together.

The elf did the same thing as the iceshaper—pumping his hips and exploding down Arne’s throat.

Magnus pulled out of the spent elf’s gaped ass, wandered into the pool, and came to my side. “Sorry, silvermoon, but my cum isn’t going anywhere other than inside you.”

With his cockhead twitching, the tip-piercing shining, the tall bloodrender curved himself upward to get level with Grim’s enormous size. Grim repositioned me on his dick, twisting slightly, and Magnus managed to cross swords with him and plunge his studded cock into my anus.

Seconds later he was pulsing, sinking his cum deep inside me. I squeezed instinctively from the sensation, muscles clenching. It made Grim bellow, wrap his arms tighter around my middle, and bulge my belly with his upward thrust.

The bear shifter unleashed his torrent inside me, shaking and hugging my body against his like I was a sex toy he couldn’t let go of. I came for the millionth time.

Within a minute, we were spent. Gasping, panting, a tangle of limbs as Grim let me go and I staggered into the pool between him and Magnus, still drooling their cum.

I sat down on the bench, trying to gather myself from the twitches commanding my body.

Sven walked over and took the final claim of me, like I knew the savage would, and briefly smiled down at my sweaty face, massaging a hand over my cheeks and chin, pinching lightly.

I smiled up at him—

Just as he stroked his cock to completion and spewed cum all over my face.

I gasped, the others laughed, and while Sven came buckets, he groaned in a gravelly voice, “You’re mine, little menace, and you always will be.”

I let him have his fun, marking his territory. Yes, I was his. But I was also Grim’s, Magnus’, Corym’s, Arne’s . . . I was all of theirs.

We sank into the pool afterward, silent and in disbelief at what we’d just done—how raunchy and sudden and instinctive it felt. How good it felt.

We were naked when Zentha appeared in the doorway, either an hour or a few minutes later—I lost track of time in the mind-melting daze, post-fuck.

I didn’t even try to bar my arms over my breasts or hide my modesty. What was the point? Everyone was freaking nude in here, and the scent of our sex must have been overwhelming for the slender, beautiful elven woman.

With her hands in front of her belly, showing immaculate indifference as she stared at all of us and our various states of post-coital bliss, she nodded to me. “Lady Elayina will see you now, maelen . Just as soon as you get cleaned up. A dress is waiting for you on your bed, in the main chamber.”

I blushed like a cherry. “O-Okay. Um. Thank you.”

She nodded, bowing low, and then pouted. Her eyes lingered on my nude men, littered around the pool, lounging, resting. “Impressive,” she said. Her eyes returned to me. “You are a force, Lady Ravinica.”

She turned and left the room, as serious and silent as when she’d arrived.

It took five seconds of pin-drop silence before me and my men busted out with laughter of disbelief.