36. Kami

36

Kami

I can't stop staring at a naked Malkar.

He's gorgeous in clothes. But out of them…

His body is large and muscular yet not overly so. His hair looks silky, a pristine white with a braid at his temple. His eyes are glowing, a bright blue that's almost neon now while he stares at me. His skin is pale cream with a blueish tinge.

Like marble, he's smooth. Hairless except for his hair and brows.

There is nothing framing the treasure between his legs.

Just… wow.

Part of me wants to jump him. But calling himself my better? I'm not okay with that.

"Look, Malkar." I'm doing my best to keep my gaze on his face and not his giant dick that's weirdly ridged and pointed right at me.

But I can't get over his seductive scent. I want to lick and kiss him all over, centering on his weeping dick.

That slit needs my tongue in the worst way .

I take several steps toward him, close enough that he can disrobe me with real speed.

What, by Death's Heart, am I thinking?

I sway, trying to hold it together. It must be this place, making it difficult to think past fucking. And that's dangerous, because being unaware is as good as being dead.

"Hmm. Yes. I see what's so fetching." He stares at me naked, his eyes so bright they're hard to look at, yet I notice his pupils have elongated.

I want to look closer, but the brilliance of his irises hurts my eyes. "Malkar, I?—"

His mouth is over my breast, teasing my nipple with pointed teeth and a tongue that's thin and fast. I'm stunned and so turned on it's ridiculous as he teases my nipple into a stiff point, then gives attention to the other.

I want to resist. I think. I should?

He's pushing me up against the wall, ignoring the bed, and sucking me into a high state of bliss. Then he pulls back and puts a fist in my hair, keeping me still.

He grunts and gives a sly grin. Then he blows a breath of cold air over my nipples.

The cold isn't cold, yet it is as the essence of ice travels down my body into my core and settles over my sex.

I gasp as an orgasm crashes over me, barely aware of him turning me around to face the wall and lifting me higher, our heights too different to fit otherwise.

"You're mine," he growls as he slides between my slick thighs, drenched from that orgasm that was beyond natural, and enters me.

"Malkar," I whisper, and he keeps pushing inside, so slowly.

But he's so big and thick, and he's growling under his breath as he continues to move. I feel like I'll strangle on his dick if he doesn't stop, until he's finally seated inside me.

And then something odd happens. He gets thicker, as if he's fitting inside me with the ridges on his cock sliding into the inner grooves of my sex—that I don't have.

We're stuck together, so I'm not sure how he's going to…

He pulls us back and bends me toward the wall.

Inside me, I feel his ridges recede. He withdraws then slams back inside me.

I moan at the sensation, the pleasure-pain of his intrusion and cold length of him pushing me into another climb toward orgasm.

"Fuck. That's it. Take me, Kami. Clench me tight." He's fucking me hard, then saying all sorts of dirty things about fucking me. Eating me. Licking up my cunt.

He's fingering my tits and pounding harder into me. Then he's flicking my clit with more fingers than he should have, since two of his hands are on my breasts. And another two on my waist as he takes me?

Wait, what the…?

I glance down and see what appears to be a thin tail flickering over my clit.

And the hands on my waist are fingers attached to filaments, to wings?

He's breathing in my ear, promising heaven and hell and a clutch of perfection, whatever that is. Then Crash yells my name as he enters the room.

And I'm coming so hard I scream.

Malkar shoves twice more and moans, filling me as I seize around him, my climax so horribly ecstatic I can only stand there and wait for him to finish, lost in the drugging bliss.

But Malkar isn't done. He's thickening in me again, those ridges expanding, holding in place .

"Malkar?" Crash's voice seems higher than it should be. "What the fuck are you?"

"Mind your tongue, Firefly." Malkar chuckles in a deep voice that doesn't sound like him. He growls, and a puff of cold air tickles my back. "Hadn't expected this, but fuck me. You feel so good, Kami."

He rotates his hips and I seize again, coming once more while he holds inside me.

"Malkar…" Crash groans. "What the hell is going on?"

Malkar moves, and suddenly he's sitting on the bed, still inside me. I'm on his lap with my back to his front, staring at Crash, who has dropped his trousers and is holding a massive, erect dick.

"Come," Malkar orders him. "Ease inside our dryad."

I'm still so lost on the pleasure I'll do anything he asks me to. Talk about hot.

Or cold, as my incubus seems to be. He should feel uncomfortable inside me, so icy and thick against my skin. But he's relaxing me, his scent and touch addictive.

"That's it. Ease me." He moans. "I had no idea…"

"Malkar? Why are you so solid inside me?"

"I'm knotted, sweetheart." He nuzzles my neck, and I arch back against him, contented when he plays with my breasts, still coming inside me.

"Knotted? What are you, part shifter?" Crash says and kicks off his boots and trousers, then takes off his shirt.

He's totally naked as well, and I'm aware I'm not the only one staring at him. Malkar studies Crash as well.

"You did almost die."

Crash frowns. "What?"

"I suppose you can have a taste of her too."

"While you're, um, inside me?" I ask, wondering how this will work .

Malkar pinches my nipples, rolling them in his clawed fingers.

I sigh and come again, aware I'm really wet between my legs. But that might have something to do with the beast inside me who is releasing a lot.

"Kami." Crash is suddenly right in front of me, his dick close enough that I reach out and put my hands around him.

He groans, and a small spurt of his seed drips over my fingers.

"Eat him up, little dryad. And be rewarded by your Better," Malkar promises.

I'm still not sure about this whole "better" thing, but I'm so intoxicated by him I'm game for anything.

He lets go of my breasts and pushes me forward, so I'm bending at the waist, still impaled over him.

Crash steps closer, and then his dick is between my lips, and he's fucking my mouth.

In and out, and I widen my mouth to accept him, feeling him graze the back of my throat. To my surprise, his presence isn't at all uncomfortable. It's sexy, and I want to taste all of him.

He moans as I cup his balls. I see Malkar's blueish tail whip out and stroke Crash's flank.

Crash moves faster and clutches my shoulders.

"What the fuck? Fires, yes," he moans and widens his stance as I fondle his balls. "Swallow me, dryad. I'm coming," he warns and jets down my throat.

His seed is hot as it goes down, and the coldness between my legs offsets it with a ball of ecstasy that's making it impossible to stop.

Sandwiched between the two, I'll do whatever they want if they never stop making me feel this good.