Page 26 of Queen Takes Triune
Inormally didn’t mind Daire’s antics, but this time was Nevarre’s turn with me. It wasn’t such a big deal when Daire wanted to join me with one of the bigger, more dominant Blood, because the more the merrier in that regard. They enjoyed forcing him into submission, and I enjoyed watching it.
But Nevarre was too quiet and reserved to stand up and make demands for himself. He’d already assumed that I’d welcome another man, rather than finishing what we’d already started. And normally, maybe I would have. With so many Blood in their prime, they all wanted time with me, and while I did have an immense hunger, and had worked my way through them all in a single night…
It hadn’t been one at a time. It was much easier to fuck all eleven of them in groups of two or more.
I pushed on Daire’s bond, mentally giving him the equivalent of a friendly slap on the butt while shoving him away too.
“This is Nevarre’s time.”
Still rumbling with that deep bass purr, Daire acquiesced, but he put an extra sashay in his step as he backed away.
I touched Vivian’s bond.:You said Smoak would be willing to assist me?:
Her bond crackled with the rising phoenix.:Without question. He’ll always do as you wish, because he serves the same as I do. But in this? He’ll fucking revel in your pleasure, my queen.:
The phoenix slipped through Vivian’s bond and slid into me on a wave of fiery warmth that made sweat glisten on my skin. Burning myrrh and cinnamon filled my nose. My own gift of fire flared brighter, and the phoenix danced and writhed in those cascading flames. Power rose, baking my internal organs and heating my bones to an uncomfortable level.
The phoenix screeched, bathing me in golden flames.
I concentrated on banking the fires swirling inside me.:Don’t burn me to a crisp.:
The phoenix settled with a sheepish flicker of flames. He didn’t communicate in sentences or words, exactly, though I got the impression of contriteness. Along withsweet, hot fire.
Mehen snorted.:Join the club, asshole.:
Vivian snarled at him. He gave her a lazy, heavy-lidded dragon stare. Though he didn’t say a word, I felt Leviathan crouched inside him, tail lashing. Ezra was still bellowing for him to dragon-up and grab a log. Daire purred like a thunderstorm, trying to snag my attention.
While Smoak took the opportunity of my distraction to wallow in my gift again. My face burned like I’d fallen into a furnace.:Rik.:
“Daire, Itztli, Tlacel, Llewellyn, and Mehen: go check our queen’s borders. Xin, Ezra, and Guillaume, keep the others busy and give us some privacy. Go!”
With a scowl, Vivian stepped closer. It took me a moment to realize she wasn’t glaring at me, but at her phoenix.:Smoak! Behave yourself or she’ll never trust you to help her again.:
The phoenix flared one more time and then quieted to a rippling lake of fire. I took some deep, calming breaths, waiting for my senses to adjust to the strangeness of having him inside me.
All of my Blood could shift into another creature, but their gifts didn’t have separate personalities. Leviathan probably came the closest to actually being an individual separate from Mehen, likely because of the thousands of years he’d been imprisoned in his dragon form. But even when he was the dragon, he still felt like Mehen.
Smoak felt like an entirely different entity from Vivian. For one thing, he was male, and she was distinctly female. She preferred women—and would probably cut off the first man’s headanddick who even thought about touching her—but she was still feminine. She loved the female body and reveled in my pleasure as much as my men. She knew exactly what it felt like when someone sucked on my clit, because she’d experienced it too.
Simmering inside me, Smoak was a mythical creature of liquid fire who had one thought only—getting his dick inside someone. Anyone. Male, female, he didn’t care, but he definitely identified as male. Yet there was a fluid sense of Vivian inside him too. A kinship, or sisterhood. A deeper understanding of what it felt like to be female.
:When I was born, Smoak was both male and female for many years,:Vivian said in our bond.:It was only when I began having sexual experiences that he started to identify more strongly as male. At first…:Her bond weighed heavily in my mind, and I sensed old, shadowed hollow spots of pain. :After what they did to me, I hated him for choosing to be male. Sometimes I still forget and refer to the phoenix as she, and there is a female aspect within Smoak. But he’s primarily male and has a male’s urges.:
“It feels like you have a fever,” Nevarre whispered, rubbing his mouth against my thigh.
I wrapped another length of his incredible hair around my fist and tugged his head up so I could see his eyes. I didn’t try to be gentle.
His eyes gleamed like obsidian pools beneath a full moon, full of deep, dark secrets waiting to be explored.
Smoak swelled inside me, and for a moment, I feared my skin would actually tear under the force of his flames. My skin felt too tight. Too hot. But then he flared out of my body, casting flames down my arms. I could feel him hovering over my back, his wings shimmering over my shoulders.
Flames danced up and down my arms. My eyes felt too hot and bright, but otherwise, I didn’t feel burned or hurt.
Nevarre dragged his fingers through the flames dancing down my arm, and I could feel it, even though he didn’t touch my skin. He touched the phoenix’s essence, his fire. Smoak’s flames didn’t scorch our skin, but he made me feel what he felt. Through Vivian’s bond, he was connected to me. A part of me.
Ignoring my hold on his hair, Nevarre nudged his head closer to my pussy. Though that word didn’t feel right at the moment. Not with Smoak inside me. He knew and appreciated that sex organ, but he wasn’t interested in taking Nevarre inside us.
He burned to be balls deep in Nevarre.
