Page 32 of The Pixies' Chosen

Havoc’s hips work in response, fucking my other mate’s mouth and hand, and heat coils deeply, sending my arousal gushing only to be slurped up at once by the mouth fastened upon me, his tongue plunging rapidly in and out of me until the walls of my channel squeeze and pulse around it with a moan.

I gasp for air as I ride the orgasms ricocheting through me. I grasp blindly for an anchor and Tryst’s hot upper cock bumps against my fingers and slides against my lips. I respond instinctively, running my fingers over it as I draw it into my mouth, the honey-sweet taste of him flowing into my mouth as his entire body vibrates with his muffled growl of pleasure. His hips kick as I suck hard on one of the knobs, sending a hot, thick spurt of cum over my tongue. We lie there for a time, our hips jerking beneath the caress of mouths until my mates break away and jump into the air, their panting heavy in the air as they stare wildly down at me.

I stare up at them, their dark cocks bobbing above me, shimmering with the slick of their seed, and my pussy clenches with need. Havoc’s long tongue runs over his lips but is captured by Tryst’s mouth when he suddenly leans and sucks it into his gold-splattered lips. Havoc’s wings tremble with pleasure, and he reaches down to stroke Tryst in long, pulling tugs that makes the male quiver and hum with desire before breaking their kiss with a gasp of pleasure.

“Mating flight,” he rasps, and Tryst nods eagerly, his hot gaze falling upon me.

Swooping down, he lifts me, his wings spreading wide and his shimmer beating a rapid flicker in his belly. He holds me there against them as he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to the attack of my lips and tongue as he shoots up in the air, simultaneously spilling splatters of cum onto the branch when my tongue strokes over a sensitive spot along the protective plates of his chitin.

Up and up we fly with the beat of Havoc’s shimmer lighting the air behind us. Tryst spins us in an arc and his hips curl inward, his thighs tucking under my ass to spread my legs wide. He enters swiftly with one firm stroke, his cocks piercing me unerringly all at once. He moans in my ear and his legs drop, freeing me even as his cocks pin me on his rocking pelvis. His growls echo in my ear as he works his cocks in and out of me, the slide of the knobby lengths stroking back and forth through my passage. I dangle from his arms, gravity dragging me down upon the cocks thrusting repeatedly into me, the pointed tip of his upper cock hitting the mouth of my womb just right until I’m crying out my pleasure as my pussy convulses, our combined fluids streaming from my body.

I’ve barely ceased coming when Havoc catches up and snatches me against him, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me wide for his invasion. I’m sandwiched between the males, their wings humming in unified flight as we spin once more through the air and one set of cocks slips free and another set drives into place. Havoc’s moan rumbles through me as he seats himself within my pussy and ass. The first glimmer of his presence brushes over my awareness, but I’m distracted by the blunt head of his upper cock when it doesn’t hesitate to start taking its unique pointed shape as it nudges against my depths. It presses insistently against me as his hips rock, plunging in and out with every rapid snap of his hips. I gasp and whimper, mychannel squeezing around him before his cocks also yank free, spilling more fluids between.

Back and forth they share me as they somehow dip in crazy whirling flight. Up is down and down is up, and the colors of the world bleed together as their cocks take turns claiming me, their emotions dancing over my nerves and within my mind. Their love and passion, their commitment and adoration. It all melds together in a shifting, twisting being as all three of our mouths mate. Hands grip each other tightly, keeping our bodies melded in flight, and cocks plunge so sweetly inside of me. Their seed spills and spills, flooding me in unending rivers as the tension of my pleasure winds deeply inside of me until I ignite and burn with a scream and bliss slams through every cell of my being. Havoc’s pleasure howls and spirals through my being at the moment as his cocks erupt in hot spurts filling me completely.

We drift slowly to the ground, still pressed intimately together. Grass teases my skin as Havoc’s cocks pull free, his body shifting as he kneels in front of me. My body relaxes for only a moment before Tryst’s fingers graze over me, awakening me once more before his cocks slide home. I lie on my belly in the grass, gasping as he ruts over me. Havoc’s spent cocks bob, and he caresses my cheek with his fingers until I greedily open my mouth for him and suck his upper cock between my lips.

“Ammayi,” he rasps, and he moans as he begins to thrust, feeding me one cock and the other in succession. “Make me hard for Tryst, my love.”

My cheeks flush with pleasure, my ass rising to meet Tryst’s every thrust as my mouth slides over Havoc’s cocks. My breasts swing pendulously, my nipples lightly grazing the grass, sending further stimulation through me even as the grass brushes against my clit with every thrust of the cocks invading me. I tremble and whimper around the cock filling my mouth untilHavoc pulls out with a soft moan, his seed dribbling from his tip and from my lips as he stands.

I lick my lips, savoring his taste with a hum of delight, but whine in the next breath when Tryst suddenly stills. He shakes over me, his cock jumping within me with a hot spray. His deep groan echoes through me, and his next thrust is harder and more eager as his legs spread widely over me, opening himself up for Havoc as we move together. Pleasure, passion, and love continue to weave between us as our bodies rock and sway, the motion growing wilder until our cries echo to the crabapple tree standing above us, blessing our union and our love.

CHAPTER 25

HAVOC

Shadows spill in around the tree faster than any natural shadow can move and from their twisting depths crows fly forth, the caws echoing among the trees as they congregate in the branches of the fairy apple tree. Trepidation rising bitterly from within me, I clasp Ammayi close and slowly tuck her behind me. My mouth parts and my tongue curls as I breathe the spark of a flame from between my lips. My queen jumps at the fire hovering there, her fingers digging into my arm, but I cannot afford the distraction to reassure her, so I entrust it to Tryst as the male murmurs soothingly into her ear.

The shadows are still moving with something alive at their heart. It is thickening and twisting on itself, and my wings stiffen alertly in preparation to take to the air and strike at a moment’s notice. Pixies do not have many defenses againstzaabi, but even a massive ogre will suffer from taking pixie fire directly to the eyes. If it can help us escape with our queen to safety, it will be enough.

The air howls evilly, stirring spirits of the night and death. At this moment it is as if I am in the heart of the Dark Forest, in the midst of the bone fairy court where the bones of pixies rattle in their trees and upon their eaves. The largest of the crows hops to a lower branch and then to another until it perches parallel to me, its beak gaping and feathers puffed out alertly. I angle my body slightly to shield my queen from it, but its eye aligns with the shadows unexpectantly as power rolls brightly within its gaze.

Dread settles deeply within me as something flutters and moves forward, stepping out from that darkness. It is like something from one of Ammayi’s movies and the grimmest imaginings of the inner Dark Forest. I am ready to die for my queen and nest brother, and my muscles tense as the caw of the crows resting in the trees erupts all around us.

“Ah, Havoc, there you are,” Zora says as she steps from the heart of the shadows and smiles. “I see that you have found your queen.”

I blink at her, my fire dying on my lips. I glance toward the crows warily, but they merely flap their wings and preen themselves as the shadows slowly retreat and with it the sense of threat that had risen.

“Ah, yes,” I say slowly as I exchange a confused look with Tryst. I feel Ammayi shift as she tries to peek around me, but I keep her solidly behind me as I give the bone fairy a polite smile. “Did you happen to find whom you were seeking?”

“Oh yes,” she replies flicking a hand in the air. “That useless son of mine got himself caught by a human female and is currently engaged in something productive… or reproductive perhaps. Much like you were,” she points out with a chuckle.

“Havoc, who is this?” Ammayi whispers, and I groan.

“This is Zora?—”

“The bone fairy queen and gifter of the extraordinary shrinking powders which made all of this possible. Well, that and some exceptional help from my crows to keep you all moving on the right path. Especially you,” she says, giving me a pointed look.

“Your crows?” Ammayi echoes and she pushes past my wings with a frown. “Your crows scared the shit out of me.”

“Ah, but they were effective,” Zora counters. “That part was actually my brother’s idea, but a good one. Everyone is so determined to do things their own way that they don’t realize when they need a good push to commit to moving in the right direction.”

“Your crow made me spill the powder on Ammayi,” I point out.

“And made me run in a panic across the yard,” my queen says sourly.

“Chased us every time we left the nest,” Tryst adds, and the bone fairy grins at that observation.

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