The feast was decadent. Tables spilled over with charred meats and spiced roots, wild berries soaked in honey wine, and cakes layered with enchanted frost. Phoenix dancers spun flame through the air. Mo stole the show halfway through, levitating above the crowd, glowing with glittering runes and singing "I'm too Fae for this realm" into a bedazzled pinecone while FaeNet exploded in real time.
Rhiannan had laughed so hard she cried.
But now…
Now, the laughter had faded. The halls had emptied. The scent of wine and smoke clung to her skin as she stepped into the massive private suite the pheonix royals had prepared for them, and her six mates followed like shadows set to devour.
The doors sealed shut behind them.
No more distractions. No more prophecy talk. Just primal need.
She turned to face them, bare feet silent on polished obsidian tile. Her gown slid from her shoulders like silk water, pooling at her ankles.
Elisha's golden eyes flared. Kaleb growled. Arwen licked his lips like a beast ready to feed.
And Liam?
Liam bared his fangs.
"You're dripping already," he murmured. "Fuck, I can smell it."
"I want you," Rhiannan whispered, heat curling low in her belly. "All of you. I need to feel you inside, your mouths, your hands, your cocks, I need to be ruined. I want your cum to stay in me, to mark me. Fill me up and don't let it fucking leak."
That was all it took.
Clothes shredded. Teeth bared. Growls filled the room like thunder behind closed doors.
Kaleb had her on her knees first, thick fingers curling into her soaked pussy, thumb flicking her clit mercilessly while Arwen took her mouth, groaning as her lips wrapped around his cock.
Sable dropped behind her with a low hiss, his shifting cock thickening and twisting with serpent like ridges. It pulsed against her soaked entrance as Kaleb held her ass open.
"So wet, little goddess," Sable growled. "You need to be fucked full, don't you?"
She moaned around Arwen's cock, nodding, spit dripping from her chin.
Azarion moved behind her, spreading her other hole open, slow and steady, thrusting in one finger, then two, stretching her out. Rhiannan whimpered, legs shaking.
"Two holes," he said, voice rough with reverence. "And not a single one gets left untouched."
Liam's magic slithered around her throat like a collar, and she moaned as he stalked forward, eyes burning red. He shoved her head down gently, feeding her more of Arwen's cock while Kaleb worked her nipples, pinching her clit between his fingers with practiced cruelty.
"Good girl," Kaleb snarled. "So fucking sensitive. Look at you, greedy and glowing. Beg."
She sobbed around Arwen's cock, coming hard as Sable and Azarion pushed into her together, one in her pussy, one in her ass, stretching her wide, completely, gloriously filled.
"Please," she gasped between thrusts. "More, I can take more....I want your seed, please"
Elisha stepped forward, both of his cocks hard and glistening with gold fire. He kissed her as her body trembled, then slid both thick cocks into her stretched holes as Sable and Azarion withdrew. She screamed his name, body quaking, her nerves lit like wildfire.
"Oh gods, Elisha...fuck...you're so deep, I..oh....oh fuck!"
He thrust hard, both cocks dragging against her inner walls, and Rhiannan shattered, again, again, orgasms ripping through her until her voice broke.
Liam caught her next.
He didn't ask. He took.
With her on her back now, legs spread, her body slick with sweat and cum, Liam pinned her and slid in with supernatural speed, thrusting deep, fast, merciless.
His fangs sank into her neck as she screamed, and her body exploded.
"She's perfect like this," he growled, blood on his lips. "Wrecked. Ours."
They took turns, fucking her mouth, her pussy, her ass, until her skin was flushed, her body trembling, her belly full of their seed.
And when they finally came, again, each man held her open and pushed their cum back inside with their fingers, their magic, their possessive groans of satisfaction.
"Not wasting a single drop," Kaleb growled, slapping her ass.
"Mine," Elisha said, pressing kisses to her belly.
"Ours," Azarion corrected. "Forever."
She lay in the center of them afterward, bruised, glowing, divine, her holes leaking slowly despite their efforts.
Mo texted her a FaeNet comment from the hallway.
💬 "You good in there? That room is vibrating and I'm afraid the floor might crack. Also… go off, Queen. 💅🔥"
She giggled.
Kaleb's fingers were back in her before she even fully caught her breath, two thick digits plunging into her slick cunt with no hesitation. Her body welcomed him, greedy, soaking, twitching.
"Fuck yes," she hissed, throwing her head back, that wicked grin curling on her lips. "You see that? She's starving." Kaleb grinned.
The men watched, entranced. The room filled with the raw, heady scent of sex and heat, her desire perfuming the air like nectar, and it sent a ripple through the entire circle.
They groaned. Visibly. Vocally.
"She's going to destroy us," Arwen muttered, hard again just from watching her clench around Kaleb's fingers.
"Let her," Sable growled, already stepping forward, his cock shifting again, ridges thickening, glowing faintly, his eyes pitch black.
"No," Elisha rumbled from behind. "Let us destroy her."
And then they did.
Sable dropped behind her again, dragging his tongue over her slit before slamming his snake like cock into her with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs.
"*Gods, fuck, *YES," Rhiannan screamed, her hips bucking, her body so wet and swollen it sounded obscene.
Elisha grabbed her by the waist, pinning her between them as he shoved one cock into her ass and fed the second back into her already fucked pussy beside Sable.
She howled.
Three cocks. One ruined goddess. No mercy.
"You're dripping around us," Elisha growled. "Fucking tight. Hot. Perfect."
"Say it," Sable demanded, voice guttural. "Say what you are."
She turned her head and moaned, filthy, loud, trembling.
"I'm your little goddess slut. Use me. Fill me. Break me."
That was all Liam needed.
The taste of her lust in the air had already driven him half mad, but when he sank his fangs into her shoulder, into that sweet, wet skin slick with sweat and surrender, he snapped.
He fed deep and hard, the blood high mixed with pheromones and bond magic sending him into a frenzy. His eyes rolled back. His cock throbbed in his fist. He growled like a fucking beast.
"More," he snarled. "More, more, fuck, she tastes like lightning and sex"
Azarion was kneeling now between her thighs, even as Elisha and Sable fucked her from behind. He reached through the slick mess of cum and her own juices and buried his face in her soaked pussy, tongue lapping around the cocks, licking her clit, then curling his fingers inside her with divine power pulsing from every touch.
Rhiannan screamed, full body, convulsing, sobbing pleasure, as Azarion's magic lit her up like a firestorm, her orgasm crashing through her in waves.
"Goddess. Fucking. Divine," he whispered between licks. "You're going to die from pleasure."
"Then fucking kill me!" she cried, shoving her hips into his mouth.
They didn't stop.
Kaleb shoved her mouth full again, slapping her tongue with the tip of his cock until she opened wide like the perfect little whore she'd claimed to be.
"That's it," Kaleb growled. "Gag on it, baby. Our pretty slut. Our little temple."
"The only thing I pray to is your fucking cocks," she moaned, half delirious.
And when they came?
It was everywhere.
Sable pulsed into her pussy.
Elisha spilled in both holes, both, filling her with fire and gold, so much it dripped out.
Kaleb held her head still as he filled her mouth, groaning.
Azarion fed his magic straight into her cunt with one more shuddering orgasm that made her black out for a moment.
Liam?
He bit her neck, came hard against her thigh, then licked her blood off his lips with a groan that was too close to a purr.
When it was over, they were panting, twitching, wrecked.
She lay in the center of them all, glowing, covered in sweat, cum, kisses, and bite marks.
Every hole full. Every nerve ruined. Every man spent.
"That," Rhiannan said hoarsely, a satisfied smirk on her lips, "was religious."
Kaleb curled around her. Arwen stroked her hair. Liam kissed her shoulder. Elisha pressed his hand over her belly with reverence. Azarion and Sable lay on either side like guards of war and lust.
And one by one… they fell asleep in a tangled heap of divinity and desire.