Page 4 of The Goddess is Angry
“That was epic,” George said.
So was George without her clothes on. Holy shit. She was tall with lean muscles from playing dodgeball. Those legs were perfection. Her breasts were perky, and that ass was super tight. If Oscar and I were going to be with a woman, George was exactly what I pictured.
My boyfriend was polite and respectful, but he turned into a bit of a caveman in the bedroom. He knew how to manhandle me just right. George was an insanely powerful witch with more gods in her family than anyone had met in the past several hundred years, and Oscar totally manhandled her, too.
He picked her up and threw her on the bed. Unless something went down with West and Church, I was pretty sure no one had ever done that to her before, because her dad was probably terrifying. George looked like she was loving every minute and totally not going to tell her dad about this.
I already knew how I wanted to play this, but foreplay first. One thing I was learning about George. She would manhandle us back. Oscar needed that, and I loved it. I dove between her legs, and Oscar pressed his cock against her lips.
I’d seen her in magical combat. She hadn’t given off any displays of how strong her magic was aside from giving Kaylee snakes for hair, but I could feel how much power she gave off. She could have flung Oscar across the room for just assuming she wanted to suck his cock, but she didn’t. George opened her mouth and grabbed his ass to pull him in deeper.
She was so damned beautiful. I was flicking my tongue on her clit while Oscar fucked her mouth. I slid my fingers inside her and started working her G Spot. George was responsive as hell and she tasted divine. Oscar and I alternated who was in control, but he was never passive when someone was sucking his cock. George had an amazing gag reflex because I’d done this with Oscar countless times before, and it took me a while to control mine with him.
Oscar couldn’t hear cries of pleasure anymore, but he could feel them, which is what I had planned later. I doubled my efforts, both to make her feel good and so Oscar could feel her cries around his cock. I learned from her cries and writhing what she liked and kept doing it until she came on my tongue and all over Oscar’s cock.
Perfect.
George stretched and looked extremely pleased with herself.
“You two come as a set and I’m not getting between that. You probably have preferences with what you do together that I haven’t learned yet. So, teach me how to be a part of you. I have a pretty good idea of how Oscar likes things. How do you want me?
“With Oscar between us,” I said.
The first time Oscar and I made love after his accident, we stayed up late talking. We didn’t lose anything, but he said he missed hearing the noises I made. So, after that, we experimented with different positions where he could feel me. If he was between George and me, he could feel both of us. I couldn’t give him his hearing back, but I could try to give him the little things I could.
George just sighed and stretched like a cat.
“That sounds perfect.”
I got the lube out of her nightstand. She got the good kind, too. This is what Oscar and I used. It was functional and got the job done. The first time Oscar and I experimented with a woman, she had glitter lube, for some insane reason. It chafed and my cock looked like a disco ball for a while. Glitter dick really had me doubting I was also into sex with women for a hot minute.
Prepping Oscar was easy. I could do this in my sleep. I knew exactly how he liked it. If Oscar wasn’t the passive type in bed, George wasn’t either. I knew how Oscar liked to be touched and she was doing it just right. She was licking and biting how he liked it.
When Oscar was ready, he shoved George on her back and she let him. And George took it a step further. She spread her legs and started massaging her clit with hooded eyes. Damn, she looked good. Oscar had Chantico, but he couldn’t shift into an animal. He didn’t have anything growly built in, but he gave a pretty passable growl when he took her in. So did I, for that matter.
Oscar groaned as he slid into her. I gave them a minute to get settled, then added a bit more lube to my cock. I lined my cock up with his ass and slowly pressed in. Oscar’s ass was divine. Eventually, I’d know what George felt like, too.
George had these insanely long legs. She could stretch them out and hook them behind my ass. Yeah, George wasn’t a passive witch. She could have laid there while I fucked Oscar and Oscar fucked her. George totally didn’t do that. She was telling me how she wanted it with her heels on my ass.
And I loved every minute of it. I mostly only took directions in bed. If you tried to tell me what to do when I wasn’t fucking, I usually reacted badly. But this? George could top me all day, even if she was technically on the bottom right now.
Oscar enjoyed it like this, too. The harder I fucked his ass, the more he pounded into George. Sometimes, we were like this together, but George seemed to really love it, too. It was perfect and neither of us was going to last long at this pace. We were honestly just waiting for George.
I could feel a tingling in my spine that it was going to happen any minute now. We weren’t exactly having much sex in the dorms. Church usually went where George was, but West was a little clingy, even though he knew damned well I’d learned sign language as a child because of my sister. I was pent up and wishing we’d done something together before this, so we’d last a little longer.
Oscar had a plan. He wedged his hand between them and started massaging her clit. Oscar always had a plan, even when it came to sex. George was clawing his back and screaming her orgasm shortly. I could finally let go. I stopped holding back and let my orgasm overtake me.
My world exploded as I spilled into Oscar. He wasn’t that far behind me. I knew Oscar’s happy noises. His orgasm was just as big as mine.
It was a tight fit, but we were able to squeeze into George’s bed to snuggle. I couldn’t believe I didn’t like her at first. She was perfect for us. Her humor matched ours, and talking to her was easy. George matched us sexually, too.
She was perfect for us. And to think, I almost told her to get lost when she sat down at my table looking for that commission. I was an idiot sometimes.
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These people were something. There was a time the mortals in this realm respected Death. They revered it and they honored their dead. They honoredme. I went back to the dodgeball field after I got the students away and the Paranormal Investigation Bureau shooed me away like they were better equipped to handle death than I was.
Bitches.
