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“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.
