Page 79 of The Surrender

“Fucking—”

“Sweet bloody—”

“Gods and saints be damned—”

“Holy sinners...”

I’m not entirely aware of who said what. All I know is they’re sweaty. I made two gods fucking sweat! My sex gives off little pulses, murmurs, and aftershocks of countless ‘tiny deaths’ as I milk them.

They stay buried in me, holding me, rocking me, rubbing against me. Until they become soft. And I grow tired. And worn. When they finally pull out, I feel every inch of smoldering soreness.

They touch me with their fingertips. I tremble as they rub their come along my center, chuckling at how much spills out and oozes down my thighs.

“Damn,” expresses Kyan with approval. “Look at that gaping snatch.”

“Love her flesh, so pink and swollen and sore from our cocks,” Merikh agrees as they toy with my folds and part the lips to examine me closer.

A liquid and languid heat fills my veins, and I shiver from every touch but don’t stop them. I don’t think there’s anything my boys could do sexually that would not be a turn-on. My brain scrambles for anything, but I’m pretty much down for everything. And up. And in every other direction. I laugh inwardly.

“Same time tomorrow?” Kyan asks Merikh before kissing my cheek and pawing at my tit.

“Mmm…” I moan and curl up against him. “I’d probably die.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time during a hard fucking,” Merikh mentions, and I shiver at the memory of Thayne’s full-blown dragon cock penetrating me until I literally died and needed the three gods performing life-saving measures while Drago cursed his dragon with every iota of his being. Only for me to rise up and pounce on him, begging for more like the dirty bitch I am.

But… “Things are different now,” I remind them and press their hands to my belly.

“Gonna love watching your tits get larger, Quinny dear.”

I giggle at Kyan since he can’t keep his hands off my breasts. They were never overly large since I’m on the petite side, and I was skinny and emaciated in the Borderlands. But ever since Drago fucked me and the boys have fed me and doted on me, I’ve grown stronger, healthier…fuller.

By now, I’ve learned Kyan is a tit man. Mayce is the ass. Drago is my pussy. And Merikh is…everything. He makes this clear when he grips the back of my hair and kisses me something hard and fierce while roaming his other hand all up and down my body. If they keep this up, I’m going to fall apart again.

Thankfully, they carry me into the lake and rinse me off, but they don’t remain inside for long. Enough to heal the gaping hole.

“If you ruffians are quite finished, it’s time for supper.”

I flick my head and blush at Mayce, who stands on the opposite side of the bank. Even with the wind raking over his pale gold hair and pulling at the threads of his robes, he is the embodiment of beauty and intoxication. I imagine there must be a dark side to him, but I can’t imagine what, aside from those fleeting glimpses of his kinky side and penchant for plugging toys into my back hole.

“Drago is already eating,” he adds, eyes darting between Merikh and Kyan.

“Oh, we best not waste time,” the angel chuckles and gets to his feet, proud and unashamed nudity on full display for his other Curse-brother. “The damned dragon has an appetite of a hundred hogs. Let’s go.” He seizes my wrist and tugs me closer, weaving one arm around my body.

“Um…” I widen my eyes as Kyan takes his place on my other side, and I gesture to their flaccid but still-huge cocks resting against their legs.

“I suppose we shouldn’t stroll right in,” the God of Air laughs and folds his arms around me, curving his wings. “After all, this isn’t Mayce or Drago’s court.”

Mayce narrows his molten brown eyes, curling the corners of his knowing mouth into a simper. If his court is anything like Drago’s, with its public orgies and the dragon’s love of exhibitionism, I imagine it’s salacious. My curiosity runs rampant and rouses eager goosebumps along my skin.

I can’t even begin to wonder what Merikh’s court is like.

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I feel so much smaller in his arms.

QUINTESSA

“You’ve brought life back into the Court of Air, Quinny dear,” Kyan says as Eyn-Amaru prepares me.

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