11. Belladonna

11

BELLADONNA

Every single time I’ve even thought about sex has come with a lash of knowing I shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lust, shouldn’t fantasize, certainly shouldn’t touch myself. Even when I push back and try to fight it, that feeling of shouldn’t is still there, whispering in the back of my mind. Right now, it’s completely drowned out by the liquid heat in my body.

The need.

“Come here, pretty human.” Zhenya is breathless, probably because ze is on Danik’s cock, rocking in a way that makes my thighs shake.

I cast a glance over my shoulder at Rusalka, but they haven’t moved from their spot on the wide couch. They lounge like I imagine a monarch would, one long leg draped over the arm of the chair, their chin in their hand, amusement and interest in every line of their perfect body.

Is there a word stronger than “need”? There must be, to encapsulate the overwhelming urge I have to turn fully back to them, to kneel before them, to beg them to touch me, fuck me, go down the same list they used earlier, checking off boxes along the way.

But Rusalka waves those long black-tipped fingers at the trio behind me. A clear order. An order that makes my stomach hot and squirmy.

I turn and accept Inna’s waiting hand, allowing them to pull me into Zhenya’s arms. It’s sensory overload. All three of them are so beautiful, so soft, smell so good, it threatens to overwhelm me, even with Rusalka’s magic propelling me.

“Go slow with our precious Belladonna,” Zhenya says, a playful flirtation in zir voice. Ze cups my face, still rocking on Danik’s cock, and pulls me down for a light kiss. It’s nearly the same move Rusalka made, but it feels drastically different. Good, but?.?.?. different.

That doesn’t stop heat from blooming inside me as if ze fanned flames I can’t see. The sensation only gets stronger when Inna presses against my back and draws my hair to the side, baring my neck. They lean in and inhale deeply. “You smell decadent.”

Each touch, each brush of their lips against my exposed skin, further quiets the voices in my head that I never wanted to claim as my own. I feel light and free for the first time in my life. Is this what being drunk is like? Maybe I should have tried it a long time ago.

I lean back against Inna, a giggle slipping from my lips. “This is wild.”

“Darling, you have no idea.” Rusalka’s voice wraps around me as if she’s reached across the distance and stroked her claws down my sternum. It makes me shiver harder. I like what the others are doing to me. I like it a lot, but I want her.

Inna keeps kissing my neck, their fangs pricking my skin even as their tongue soothes the tiny pain. It makes me jump and jolt and shake as if I’m no longer in control of my body. I’m not certain I am.

“May I?” This from Danik, whose hand is snaking around Zhenya’s waist toward me.

“Yes.” The word is out almost before he has a chance to finish speaking.

He brushes his knuckles over my stomach in a downward motion.

Zhenya’s hands join his, and they pull at the fabric of my dress. At least until a soft sound from Rusalka makes both of them pause. I can’t see her from my current position. That feels wrong, somehow. Unacceptable. “I want to see,” I murmur.

Zhenya laughs. “Of course you do.”

Inna tugs me out of Zhenya’s grasp and guides me to a spot on the couch next to Danik. He catches my hand, raises it to his lips, and brushes a kiss against my knuckles. My gaze follows the movement, then continues to where his eyes glow a deep orange. That should scare me, maybe. But how can I be scared when the heat there is all lust and no threat?

Danik nods to Rusalka. Her eyes glow, perfect twins to his, but despite the beautiful people arranged around me, all mostly naked, her attention seems to be on me. Flames flicker around her, twining with her pale hair and licking across her exposed shoulders. I was too nervous before to fully comprehend the masterpiece that is her dress. I can see her.

Inna kneels in front of me, a distraction I don’t know if I’m grateful or resentful for. They don’t give me a chance to decide. They shift forward, pressing my legs wide, and run their hands up my outer thighs. My dress is long enough that they’re not touching bare skin, but this is closer than I’ve been to anyone other than?.?.?. Well, the less said about my sole sexual experience, the better.

Shadows flicker over their pale skin and meld together over their hands. Their eyes lean closer to red than orange, but the same desire that’s in Danik’s gaze, in Zhenya’s, is here with Inna. Their hands stop at the tops of my thighs, the slight pressure of their claws through my dress a promise of more to come. “May I?”

There’s only one answer. There’s only ever been one answer. This feels good. We’ve barely done anything, but this still feels so good. There’s no talk of we shouldn’t or what will people think? or any kind of judgment about the destination we’re clearly headed to. It’s free in a way I still can’t fully comprehend.

But as I answer, it’s Rusalka’s gaze I meet. “Yes.”

Her lips curve, whether in approval or amusement, I can’t begin to say. I don’t get a chance to find out, not when Inna dips forward and presses their mouth to my center. The slick silk between their tongue and my heated flesh is barely any barrier at all.

The touch jolts me out of my pleasant inebriation—barely. It lingers at the edges, soothing me into lust-filled relaxation, but the question demands an answer. I stare down at them, my mouth hanging open, my eyes far too wide. “Wh-what?”

They stop instantly and lift their head to look at me. “I’m sorry. You said yes, so I thought?.?.?.” They shake their head. “I’ll stop.”

“No!” I make an effort to compose myself, but how am I supposed to be composed when I know that is an option? Of course I’ve read about oral sex, of course I agreed to it when Rusalka went down her list, but somehow in all the fantasizing, I never realized it would be like this. “Please don’t stop.” With my consent, the sensation of magic settles back over me once more.

“If you’re?—”

“She was clear, Inna.” Rusalka examines her claws.

There’s a new tension in her body now. Is she angry? Did I do something wrong? I must have. She arranged this lovely experience for me, and I’m ruining it.

Before I can figure out what I’m supposed to say, Inna dips back down and covers me with their mouth. This time, there’s no hesitation, no doubt. They lick me through the fabric as it becomes wet with my need. Slick. Slippery.

“Relax, sweet girl.” Zhenya moved while I was distracted, shifted to face Danik as ze rocked on his cock. Ze leans toward me and smooths my hair away from my face. It’s a downright sweet gesture, somehow not remotely at odds with the way Inna has parted my folds and is gently rolling their tongue against my clitoris. “Let Inna take care of you.”

How can sex be care?

I can’t find the breath to ask the question. Not with Zhenya’s claws stroking over me. Not with Danik draping one long arm over my shoulders, tucking me against his body even as tension weaves through me, tighter and tighter. He’s?.?.?. anchoring me. Keeping me steady even as I unravel.

Inna urges one of my legs up and over their shoulder, spreading me wider. My dress is a laughable barrier between us, but they make no move to remove it. Instead, they seem to savor this act of giving just as much as I’m savoring the act of receiving.

In the midst of this, my gaze finds Rusalka again.

She doesn’t appear to have moved an inch, but there’s something tense about her, as if she’s about to spring into motion. As if she’s holding herself back.

That won’t do. “I need?.?.?.” I lift my hand to reach for her, to beg her to join, but then Inna’s fangs prick my skin through the fabric on either side of my clit and pleasure explodes inside me.

My back bows, and my head slams back into Danik’s arm. Zhenya catches my arms and murmurs soothing words. She presses kisses along my jaw, and Inna just keeps working me with their tongue even as their teeth seem to sprout delicious flames inside my skin.

It’s too much. I can’t—I don’t?—

I think I scream. Maybe I cry out Rusalka’s name. It’s all a blur until blessed darkness takes me.