Epilogue

EPILOGUE

BELLADONNA

“Are you sure?”

I smile at Rusalka, because it’s the same question they’ve asked me a dozen times leading up to tonight. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been together two full years now, or that we both knew this day would come. They still want me to be sure and safe in this decision. “I’m sure.”

They eye the door we’re about to walk through almost nervously. “If at any point you change your mind?—”

“Rusalka.” I wait for her to turn to face me fully and take her hands. “I want this for our people, yes, but I want this for us. You and me.” I won’t pretend that it’s been the easiest path to get here. The insidious nature of my internal whispers still strike at the most unexpected times. It hurts. I don’t think it will ever stop hurting entirely. But I have ways to deal with that pain now. I talk to Rusalka. I garden. I spend time with our people. There’s even a therapist of sorts—a soul-healer, Rusalka calls nem—that I’ve been seeing. Jacquiel is good at asking questions and giving me ways to fight through to the other side. I like nem a lot—even when I hate nem.

All of this has brought us here, to this moment, to this party.

“Are you ready?” I squeeze her hands. “I know we’ve talked about this, but if you’ve changed your mind, I can keep the birth control pendant on and it can be a normal party like we’ve done in the past.”

She takes a deep breath and pulls me into her arms to hug me close. “No, that’s not it at all. I want this, too. You know how much. If you’re sure, then I’m sure.”

“I’m sure.” It’s the truth. Every day of the last two years has been filled with the kind of safety I barely dared dream about back in the human realm. There have been learning curves and Rusalka and I argue on a semi regular basis about various things, but those arguments have solutions and can be talked through. No one is leveraging threats of burning in an everlasting hell if I don’t act according to rules I don’t believe in.

“Then let’s go.” They push open the door and hold it for me to step into the room. It’s the same one all the parties are held in, big and luxurious and filled with a variety of furniture to lounge on…or play on.

Zhenya sees us first and bounds over, only a sheer robe covering zir body. “You’re here.” Ze kisses me lightly on the lips and then does the same to Rusalka. “Let’s have some fun!”

I share one last look with Rusalka before I’m swept away in Zhenya’s enthusiasm. I’ll find her at the end of the night, if not before. The concept of ethical non-monogamy was strange to me at first, but the longer I’ve been here, the more it just fits us. At this point, it’s just the parties that we attend on a regular basis, but if that changes in the future, then I have no doubt we’ll talk it through and find the best past forward for us—and any partners we engage with.

It’s a…relief…to know that one person doesn’t have to be my everything the way I was taught. I love Rusalka with everything I have. That doesn’t change the way my heart flutters a little with Zhenya’s hand in mine as ze leads me to where Danik and Feofan sit on a love seat, a glass of wine in each of their hands. “They’re finally here!”

Danik smiles at me, flames dancing along his skin. “Inna only arrived a few minutes ago. They’re hardly late.”

“I’m impatient. Let me live.” Zhenya wraps zir arms around my waist and props zir chin on my shoulder. I can feel Rusalka’s gaze on us, and it makes me squirm in the best way possible. All of the succubi and incubi in the room notice it. How could they not when they can sense my desire? Zhenya presses a kiss to my cheek. “Gods, you all bring me so much joy.”

I reach up with suddenly shaking hands, and I swear every person in the room focuses on me with a level of attention I can feel like a physical touch. I lift the birth control pendant—a gift from Azazel—from over my head and set it down carefully on the table next to Danik and Feofan’s chair. “I’m ready.”

No one responds with words, but magic charges through the room. When we discussed this party and how it would be different than past ones, Rusalka and I decided that we’d like to have the Insomnior Court be part of the process in a very real way. All except Zhenya agreed—ze said “Not me, love. I’m happy being bibi to all the little ones and not have any of my own.” Ze is still here, of course. Zhenya loves a party more than most and wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Feofan takes my hand and tugs me down to straddle him. “You look lovely tonight.” He cups my hips as Danik shifts to stand behind me, replacing Zhenya. I catch sight of them drifting over to Rusalka, to sink between her spread thighs. Our gaze meets in a charged moment that makes me shiver.

This is happening.

If everything goes to plan, tonight I’ll end up pregnant with a baby that’s ours. Mine. Hers. The Insomnior Court’s. The entire territory’s. To be loved and cherished and raised with the option of being territory leader after Rusalka steps down. But only if they want to. They will be raised with an abundance of love that still baffles me on my bad days. They will never be taught to feel shame for something that is natural and hurts no one.

Danik skates his hand down my stomach to part my robe, and Feofan anticipates him, already stroking me between my legs. I don’t need succubus or incubus magic to call the surge of desire I feel in response. It’s all me. It’s all joy.

I lose myself in their touch, in my touching them in turn. Pleasure ebbs and flows in a lazy seduction that only makes everything hotter. Especially when Danik’s lips brush my ear and he says. “We’d like to take you together.”

Together.

I shiver, already nodding. “Yes. Absolutely.”

Feofan laughs softly. “We thought you might say that.” He tugs me down until his cock presses to my entrance. “Relax, darling. We’ve got you.”

Relax. An impossible task when I’m quivering with anticipation. We’ve done this before—Danik and Feofan, yes, but also Rusalka and Inna and other combinations. It’s become one of my favorite things. I lean back against Danik as Feofan works me down his cock until we’re sealed together. A blush works its way through his light-brown cheeks, his flames dancing higher around us. “Now Danik.”

Neither of them have chosen to be particularly massive tonight, but there’s two of them and the fit is tight enough to throw back my head. At least until I feel the very familiar sensation of Rusalka’s attention on me. Of their flames reaching across the distance to stroke my face.

I open my eyes to find them watching me, their eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as Zhenya licks their pussy while Inna fucks ze from behind, holding zir hair back so I can see clearly how ze works Rusalka with zir tongue. It makes me shiver, which in turn makes Danik and Feofan moan in pleasure.

They kiss over me even as they fuck me slowly, their cocks filling me almost to the point of pain. I can’t move well in this position, so I give myself over to their movement, their touch. Building and building and building until I feel like I might die if I don’t come.

Rusalka’s flame cascades down my chest and over my stomach to press to my clit as Danik and Feofan pick up their pace. “Together,” Danik mutters in a strained voice.

“Together,” Feofan echoes, his grip spasming on my hips.

The pressure against my clit increases, pulsing in exactly the way I need. “Together,” I gasp. It’s as if the word unlocks my climax, shuddering through me as Danik and Feofan’s pace increases and then they’re coming too, filling me with their seed.

They barely ease out of me before Inna appears at our side. “My turn, love.” They scoop me up and carry me to the couch where Rusalka reclines, Zhenya now in her lap, her hand between zir thighs. Inna topples me down next to them and presses my legs wide. They laugh, the sound pure seduction. “Feofan and Danik filled you right up, didn’t they?”

I look down my body to where the evidence of that is all over my pussy and thighs. It makes my whole body clench. “Yes.”

“Then you’re ready for me.” Tonight, their cock is bigger than normal with a wicked curve that I already know I’m going to enjoy immensely. They press me wide as they enter me in one slow stroke. I reach out without looking, catching Rusalka’s free hand and lacing my fingers with hers as Inna fucks me. They pound into me, making my back bow and my eyes roll back in my head.

Inna kisses me as they come, filling me and then overfilling me. Seed gushes down my thighs as they pull back, grabbing Zhenya around the waist and lifting ze with them. “Come here, you.”

Zhenya’s joyful giggle makes me smile. I slump down next to Rusalka and watch Danik and Feofan make out, shifting against each other in a way that makes me think they’re recovering from their orgasms faster than normal.

“Come here, little one.” Rusalka tugs me up to straddle them and cups my face. “Are you ready?”

“For you? Always?”

They kiss me slowly as their flesh stirs between us, their form shifting to accommodate a penis. I’ve known they could do this for years, but it’s one threshold we haven’t crossed. Rusalka’s always used their fire or fingers or tongue. But tonight is different in a lot of ways, so it stands to reason that it will be different in this way, too.

Their claws prick my ass as they lift me onto their cock, before those change too, morphing into fingers. I kiss them with everything I have, and then when that’s not enough, I whisper, “I love you so much, Rusalka. I want to have a baby with you.”

“After tonight, there’s a decent chance you will.” She eases me down her cock, going so slow that I have to resist the urge to rush her. Rusalka shifts one of her hands to the base of my neck. “But I’m selfish in that I hope you don’t end up pregnant right away.” She strokes my clit as she fucks up into me, one lazy stroke at a time. “I liked watching the others fill you, little one.”

“I liked it…too.” I can barely keep my eyes open. My earlier orgasms have nothing on the one that’s coming, building on the pleasure that came before. “I’m close.”

“I know,” they say simply. “Take me, little one. Take every drop.”

My orgasm reaches a crescendo and my body takes over, grinding down on their cock even as Rusalka curses under their breath and comes deep inside me. They shift, laying me down on the couch and kissing me thoroughly, but make no move to withdraw. “I love you, Belladonna. Beyond words.”

I can barely open my eyes, but I wrap my arms and legs around her. “I love you, too. So much sometimes I think I can’t breathe past it.”

Rusalka’s low chuckle makes me shiver. “Keep breathing, little one. We have hours before dawn and we intend to use every bit of them.”

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