Chapter 33

Béke Day Eight

The herbs I smoked made me feel as if I were both floating and on fire, and my skin felt tingly and hot and stretched far too thin. My thighs were already damp, and the way Ruslan held me to him only made me want more. The hard shaft beneath me was a testament to his own desire. As the material covering my legs drifted higher, exposing my flesh to the heated, smoky air in the tent, I allowed them to drift apart, providing Ruslan access to the area that begged to be touched. My nipples were stiff and straining against the fabric covering them, and all I could think about was my need to be filled.

Desire like never before coursed through my veins, and the unbridled passion flowing through the room only heightened my arousal. Before me, the priestesses" billowy dresses began slipping down their shoulders as the males toyed with them, sweat slicking the rest of the fabric to their bodies as they danced. Two of the Félvér females from the dress shop were among them, moving between Anton, Slavian, and the priestesses.

Ruslan's fingers finally brushed the sensitive inside of my thighs, and I nearly jerked out of his firm hold at the touch.

"I've got you, sprite," he murmured in my ear. "Just let go and enjoy the show."

I nodded, unable to speak as he drew lazy circles too far from my heated center. Natasha pulled Anton in for a kiss, their tongues battling as he gripped her ass and bent her backwards. But she broke away from him, grasping one of the priestesses by the wrist and spinning her flush. Their hands roamed each other"s bodies while Anton looked on hungrily from behind. When their plump lips locked, Anton sidled up behind Natasha and ground against her, his hands roaming from her body to the priestess's.

Ruslan's rumbling growl vibrated against my back as he discovered that I wore nothing beneath my dress. "It's a good thing you're wearing black because you're positively dripping. Does watching them turn you on?"

"Yes," I moaned as his finger slid against me. He teased my slit, and my breaths grew short, choppy, and I wiggled my hips, trying to get him to touch me deeper. Fuck, I needed him deeper. I already teetered on the edge, and it wouldn't take me long to come. "Please, I need more."

His answering chuckle was dark and sinister. "Maybe I'll have to fuck you right here while you watch them. You already made it easy for me. Was that your intention?"

My pussy clenched around his words. "Maybe."

His teeth nipped at my shoulder. "On the outside, you may be an Angel, but on the inside, you're a Demon, always wanting more of my cock, like a pretty little succubus."

A finger plunged into me, and the achingly slow exit had me panting, gasping, begging for more. "Ruslan, please…"

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me."

The hot breath fanned across my ear at the same time his deft fingers stroked that spongy spot on my inner walls. "Not yet. Keep watching."

The groan that left my lips was pained as I tore my attention from his fingers to the scene before me. Liliana's dress was hiked up around her waist and she and Endre moved together on the luxurious furniture, one of the Félvér I didn't know alternating between kissing her and fucking one of the priestesses he'd bent over the back of the couch. Endre and the priestess did the same, the four of them joined in a dance that sent fire straight to my core.

Unconsciously, I ground into Ruslan's hand, needing friction on my clit to come. His movements were slow, so fucking slow, as he worked me to the point of desperation. The wetness that seeped between us wasn't entirely from me, and his cock dug almost painfully into my ass. Grinding against it elicited a hiss from between his teeth, and I nearly purred with satisfaction. "Did you do this often before me?" I asked, unable to help my curiosity.

"Sometimes. But you here, right now, has me harder than a fucking diamond. Knowing how much watching all this turns you on has me wild with desire, and you have no idea how much I want to fuck you on this couch. To show them all that you are mine and you belong to no one else. I want the whole fucking world to see our mate marks and envy every moment I get to spend inside your perfect body."

"Even more than you wanted to fuck me after we slaughtered my abusers?"

The growl that rumbled against my back sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

"I don't think anything will top that, sprite. But this might be a close second. It's a shame that we killed them all already. It was intoxicating to watch you surrender to the darkness."

His pace quickened as truth spilled from his lips, and more heat gushed between my thighs moments before I floated to the stars as my orgasm tore through me. "Fuck," I gasped, my hand reaching back and cupping Ruslan's neck as I held on for dear life, riding his hand like it was my own personal salvation and the only way to see the Goddess was through him. The tingles that spread from my toes to the ends of my hair were unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it was as if my every nerve was alight with pleasure.

"That's it, fuck my hand, sprite. Fuck it until you come down from the heaven I sent you to. Because when you're back, I'm taking you to hell."

"Oh, Goddess," I breathed, my movements finally subsiding.

"We may be here tonight to worship Her, but I am your God, and tonight, you will also be worshiping me."

If I could orgasm from words alone, those would have done me in.

"On your knees," he commanded, and I wasted no time in obliging.

My mouth was a mosaic of sensations with my senses heightened by the herbs. The velvety skin of his cock gliding across my rough tongue was incredible, and as I took him deeper into my throat, the fullness of my mouth was exquisite. I moaned around him, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand and bracing the other beside me for balance. With all the slowness he'd given me, I worked him up and down, using my saliva to lubricate his skin.

"Fuck, Izidora," he groaned, his head tilting back in rapture as if he were thanking the Goddess for my mouth. His noises only encouraged me, and I sank down until I gagged on him before coming up for air. His hand threaded in my hair, guiding me into position again before he began thrusting upward and into my mouth. I felt eyes on me, but in my current position, I couldn't turn to see who was watching. That made my thighs slicken, and I dropped my hand away from his shaft, slipping it up the slit in my dress to touch myself.

"You look so fucking good worshipping your king," he growled above me, his cock throbbing and forcing my mouth wider. Tears pricked my eyes as he continued to thrust, my moans egging him on. Touching my sensitive nerves while high on herbs was like sparks bursting off a fire, each sensation taken to a level that I never knew existed.

His movements became erratic, and lust coursed down our bond, ricocheting as our highs amplified our connection. I worked quick circles over my clit, drawing closer to the edge, hoping we'd dive over together. With one last thrust, he buried his cock in my throat, hot ropes of liquid coating it at the same time my own arousal gushed down my thighs. The cry I wanted to make was stifled by his cock, but he knew that I had come all the same. I swallowed him down, and a moment later, Ruslan yanked me onto his lap, his tongue diving between my lips as he tasted himself on me.

Rough hands grabbed and lifted my heavy breasts through the fabric of my dress, and I arched into the touch, wanting the pinpricks spreading across my skin to consume my body like a wildfire. When we came up for air, I glanced over my shoulder to see Liliana had turned around, grinding against Endre with her fingers threaded in his hair, watching us. She winked at me, then turned her head to the side to kiss a priestess who had joined them.

Ruslan grabbed my chin and redirected my attention to him. "When I fuck you, I want you to scream my name. I want the fucking Goddess to see the perfect creation She made just for me, coming apart all over my cock."

"I'll scream loud enough for Her to hear me," I panted, breathless.

He growled, lifting me in one fluid motion from his lap and over the back of the couch. "My good fucking girl." Moments later, he was behind me, bunching my dress up on my back and entering me from behind. "Grab the couch."

I wasted no time digging my fingers into the plush fabric, bracing myself for the fucking my body craved. His thick length sliding into me was pure ecstasy, filling and stretching every inch of me until he could go no further. I hadn't realized I'd dropped my head until he yanked my hair back, forcing my eyes forward. "Watch," he commanded again.

So I did.

The dancers had nearly stripped out of all their clothes, most of the dresses pulled down, exposing breasts to the heady air, and all the males' chests were bare and coated in a slick sheen of sweat. Slavian had two females attending to him and each other, alternating between sucking his dick and kissing. His hands bunched both their long hair away from their faces, and his eyes were nearly black with lust. Anton was beside him with two males and a priestess, their limbs intertwined in a way I couldn't follow, not when Ruslan began moving inside me. Every slide through my slickness was like fireworks, and the force of his thrusts pushed me forward into the couch. I locked out my elbows in an attempt to remain in place, but they barely held under his onslaught.

"Ruslan," I moaned, my head arching back of its own accord as he hit the deepest part of me.

"Who are you praying to tonight?" he growled from behind me, stilling his movement as our hip bones touched. He circled his hips as he waited for my answer, and I nearly swore at the fullness.

"You," I panted, pushing back into him. "I need more."

His fingers dipped to my core, sliding around the stickiness coating my thighs. "Where?"

"My ass," I begged.

A gasp tore through me as he used my wetness to push a finger into my hole, delivering more erotic sensation to the already sensitive and heated area. "Yes," I hissed, widening my stance so he could slide deeper. At first, the intrusion was unwelcome, but the herbs had relaxed me, and watching the others had me more aroused than I'd ever been. Within minutes, Ruslan had two fingers in there, and the pressure was exquisite with his cock stretching my pussy.

A yank on my hair had me refocusing on the events unfolding in front of me. "Do you like watching the males or the females more?" Ruslan rasped, fucking me with fingers and dick, creating a rhythm so intoxicating I never wanted him to stop.

"I don't know," I panted, my attention torn between the females grinding their hips together or burying their heads between one another's thighs and the males entering each other from behind, with the last one pounding a female into the couch mere feet away.

"We'll have to do this again and again until we see which one you like better," he purred, spreading his fingers wider. Wetness dripped down my thighs as three of the priestesses lined up, the first on her back, the second on her hands and knees, lips locked on the first's, and the third licking the slit of the second while Slavian entered her from behind, much like Ruslan was doing to me.

"Fuck," I moaned, my walls tightening around him. "That's so hot."

"Which one?" Ruslan asked.

"The females and Slavian," I panted, my eyes locked on the two at the front of the line, their breasts brushing each other as they kissed, while the top one's hand slipped between the legs of the bottom one.

"Mmm, I can agree with that," he replied, slowing his pace to match those of the group. "I love watching you embrace your sexuality, sprite. Now be a good girl and take more of me, show me exactly how filthy you want to be."

He slipped a third finger into my ass, and I whimpered from his praise and the pleasure he delivered. Every nerve was strung tight, and my body was on fire. I was so close to the edge, but Ruslan was holding me back from falling off of it. "Please, Ruslan, I need to come."

"Then scream my name to the stars."

He tugged my hair forcefully, delivering a bit of pain with pleasure and causing me to arch my back so he could deepen the angle. The thrusts he delivered were brutal, our skin slapping together and mixing with the wet and sloppy sounds around us. A bead of sweat trickled down my back, sticking to the fabric of my dress, and my arms gave out as he forced me into the back of the couch. His hand dropped away from my hair, reaching around to clasp the front of my throat instead, cutting off the tiniest bit of air. On the herbs, the sensation was heightened, and stars danced in my vision, coating the others in a shimmering light. I was closing in fast on my release, and after a few heartbeats, I let go.

"Ruslan!" I screamed out to those stars, my chest shaking with the force of it. The orgasm was so intense, my entire body shuddered, and my walls sucked his cock in, latching onto it as his movements grew ragged.

"That's it. Come for me," he groaned. "Let them know I am your God."

"Fuck, yes, you are my God," I gasped out, riding wave after wave of intense release. He released my throat, both hands coming to grip my ass as he swore under his breath, finishing deep inside me, mixing his arousal with my own.

He clutched me to him, straightening my back against his chest. "You are so fucking sexy when you scream my name. And so fucking mine."

I felt like I floated among the stars, body alight in the best of ways as he pulled out of me. I was too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, and my arms trembled with how hard they worked to hold me up.

"Are you ready to go, or do you want to stay for a while longer?" Ruslan asked, his breath hot against my sweaty neck.

"I think I'm ready to go," I managed to say, the tent swaying as I took a step. He caught me by the arm before I pitched to the side, pulling me close.

"I need to speak with the High Priestess before we go, but then I'll take you home, mate," he promised, tucking me under his arm as we traversed the sea of bodies.

Liliana noticed our exit, throwing me a soft wave before turning her attention back to Endre. Domi and Kaztar were nowhere to be found, and I wondered if I had imagined them joining us or not.

The cool night air was a slap to the face as we exited the tent, and when I tiled my head toward the sky, the stars danced and sparkled in a way I'd never seen before, as if our ritual had pulled the heavens closer to us.

Judging by the position of the moon, hours had passed since the tangled web of branches was lit, rather than the mere minutes it had felt like while we worshiped the Goddess in an entirely different way. The flames of the offering were nothing more than embers, and the High Priestess stood beside them in a thin shift, the chill in the air not seeming to bother her. She glanced up from her reverie as we approached, noting the disarray of our dress with piercing eyes. "Did you manage it?" Ruslan asked her, still holding me.

She nodded slowly. "Yes, everything we planned fell into place perfectly."

"Good," he replied. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Priestess."

She swept into a curtsey, only rising when we strode away through the camp toward the waiting horses. My eyes begged for me to close them, even while we walked, and I sighed as waves of fatigue washed over me. "I don't think I'll be able to ride back."

"You can ride in front of me, and I'll tie Mistik to my saddle. I've always got you, sprite. Always." True to his word, he clutched me to his chest, not letting me slump as we returned to Ryza. My eyes could scarcely stay open by the time he laid me in our bed, and I let him undress me, turning into my pillow the moment my clothes were gone, and surrendering to the void that beckoned me.