Page 20 of Fool's Bargain

Witnessing their unbridled pleasure was a little bit of an addiction of mine, and when I joined in the orgies they were present for, it was more to watch them perform than to find my own release. I envied their power, their size, and the massive cocks they wielded that compelled half the nymphs in the Haven to clamber over themselves to ride.

The images began to cascade together in my mind, my cravings dictating a rapid transition as my pleasure reached its peak again. Dorian whispered a promise into my lover’s ear, but his gaze stayed fixed on mine.

I need to be inside you.

I was drunk with the anticipation of him fulfilling that whisper. I kept a hand against her pussy, the heel of my palm rubbing against her clit and my fingers keeping her parted for my teacher. Dorian’s thick, veined cockhead teased at her opening and a shudder of pleasure coursed through my body as his shaft pushed in, grazing my fingers as he went.

I moaned into the rough fabric, shoving three fingers into my pussy and fucking myself, while in my head Dorian fucked the woman from my vision. Kyril and Theo hovered at the edges, their two bodies pressed in at the sides, squeezing and caressing her with one hand while they stroked themselves with the other. I wanted to see her covered in their seed, to lick it off her until she came for me too.

As if commanded by my dirty thoughts, all three men grunted their release. Dorian pulled out of her at the end, his cock still pulsing creamy fluid from the tip, coating her swollen folds. Kyril and Theo both aimed low on her belly, as if knowing where I wanted them. And then I licked, tasting the salty-sweet stickiness of the ambrosia they’d coated her with, running my tongue across her mound to lap it up before delving in to suck Dorian’s spend from her soaked lips. I took her clit into my mouth, the tiny nub pulsing against my tongue as I sucked. My own orgasmic cries became hers in my head as I took her to her peak.

The fantasy dimmed as my body relaxed. I still clutched at the dummy with one hand, the fingers of my other sunk deep inside me. Blinking, I took a deep breath and righted myself, withdrew my hand, and sucked my fingers clean, imagining they were coated with her juices instead of my own.

Then I stood there, a little baffled by the turn the fantasy had taken and what the hell it might mean. I didn’t make a habit of craving male contact, but it wasn’t repulsive to me. Sex felt good no matter which partner I chose, so long as we both wanted it. For Thiasoi maidens, it was simply less of a temptation to choose female partners. And it wasn’t as if I’d fantasized about actually fucking one of my teachers. I’d wanted to watch them fuck someone else.

Her.Whoever she was. Hell, I’d wanted tobeDorian in that fantasy so much so I could taste it, but I didn’t have a dick and wasn’t quite as adept at shifting genders as some of my nymphaea sisters were, though we could only ever do it for fun, not to breed. I couldn’t deny that I also got off on seeing all three of my teachers come, then tasting them mixed with my dream girl’s delicious flavor.

The taste of their semen wasn’t a mystery to me. When a new class of Thiasoi maidens was chosen, they participated in a celebratory orgy where they melded for the first time. The single meld let the teachers have a brief window into their chosen student’s psyches, to better understand how to teach them. It also allowed the students to understand each other so they could work better as a unit. I’d been the only one assigned to the three male teachers, and all three of my instructors had sampled my juices and I’d tasted theirs in return, the exchange of sexual fluids the only way to complete a deep enough meld. The only thing deeper would be a blood meld, something I would forever regret not having with Pithys.

That initiation had been no more than a ritual, even if it had been a very satisfying one. An exchange of sexual favors with mouths and tongues and fingers doing all the work. I’d caught the jealous glances from my classmates, none of whom had been brave enough to solicit attention from the three satyrs during the orgy, despite clear interest. Something about the trio scared the others, but I had only been intrigued and more than a little ambitious at the time.

“You bitches just can’t handle a dick the way I can,” I’d said, grinning at them, but awash in bittersweet musings at how entertained Pithys would have been to watch me that day.

I’d dived into my training the next day with fervor. No more had been said by any of my teachers on the topic after the fact. I hadn’t even pictured them naked until now, which was strange, as I actuallysawthem in the buff regularly. Not a twitch of interest from my nethers on any of those occasions, and I hadn’t sensed anything from them either.

At least, not until earlier today when I’d licked my blood off Theo’s dagger without even thinking. But you didn’t go around leaving bloody blades in the Haven. Not after what had happened.

I was sure I’d seen a flash of heat in his eyes for just a second. At the time, I’d dismissed the resulting tingle between my legs. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and I’d been back to humming that song from my dream and daydreaming about the mystery woman with the interesting designs on her skin.

Was it some prescient vision I’d had of my own future? I hadn’t been fully initiated by the Diviner, so I lacked the deeper connection to the River the veteran Thiasoi possessed. They could see a person’s future and past with a taste of their essence. Yet even with that ability, we were limited. We couldn’t see our own futures any more than we could see our own eyes without a looking glass. But what had Theo seen in me earlier today? Something that had given him a hungry look. That look would have been enough to give me dirty thoughts if I hadn’t already been having them.

A chilly breeze blew in off the sea and my skin prickled with goose bumps. Where the fuck was Dorian? The sun was setting and the scent of cooking fires reached me from the cove where the festivities would be held tonight.

My stomach twisted with disappointment. Since starting my training a year and a half ago, they’d never once blown me off. They wouldn’t leave the Haven without saying goodbye, would they? The very thought made my throat tighten with hurt and I swallowed to quash it. They were my closest friends after all the time we’d spent together. My classmates weren’t exactly approachable and I didn’t feel comfortable opening up to any of the other nymphs in the Haven. Not as comfortable as I felt with Kyril, Theo, or Dorian.

Grunting in irritation, I grabbed my things. I’d sulk off to a bathing grotto somewhere and get ready for the party, maybe find a nymph I could distract myself with for the night. But when I turned, I smacked right into an enormous wall of satyr so hard it made my head spin.

10

Ione

“Ione, is it?” the enormous man asked.

I blinked up at him, mouth hanging open. “In the flesh,” I blurted when I regained my voice.

MotherfuckingNephwas standing in front of me. I took a step back and cleared my throat, preparing to bow as was customary when greeted by a Dionarch. My heel caught on the edge of one of the stones marking the boundary of the training ring. I lost my balance and flailed, stomach lurching in horror that I was about to fall on my ass in front of him.

Neph shot out a hand and caught me by the upper arm. “Steady there, kiddo. I don’t bite.”

“I didn’t think you did. I just thought I should, you know,assume the position.” I cracked a smile that probably failed to conceal how fucking nervous I was.Themost powerful satyr and one of the two rulers of the Haven was talking tome. And he knew my name!

He let out a deep, suggestive chuckle that made my insides turn to jelly and fresh warmth swell between my legs. Dion’s fucking balls, this guy was powerful.

“That isn’t what I’m here for, Ione.” His face turned somber. “Have you spoken to Kyril, Theo, or Dorian recently?”

“I saw them at lunch, but not since. Dorian was supposed to meet me for training tonight but he didn’t show. Is...” I frowned, my expression matching his. “Is something wrong?”

“Mm.” He nodded. “Theo and I have a standing dinner meeting. As training director, he checks in with me weekly. He’s never missed a meeting. And I can’t seem to find him or either of the other two anywhere in the Haven.”

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