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The hands on my hips, sliding my pants down, were big enough they had to belong to Wraythe. He managed to take my panties with them. I had to do a little hip wiggle, but Zeal, Ela, and Talin seemed to be occupied with each other enough that none of them noticed. That gave me the chance to strip Wraythe from the last of what he was wearing.
"Wraythe, put her on the couch," Anver said, his voice deep and rough with passion.
That wasn't a sound I was used to hearing from him, and I liked it. Anver didn't want to be touched, but he had desire. He was a man filled with passion. Hearing him take control? It fit him in a way I hadn't expected.
Wraythe seemed to agree, because he scooped me up into his arms and then laid me down on the couch. It was only a few steps, and yet I took the chance to grab his bicep, feeling that massive muscle flex when he took my weight. When he stepped back, I let my eyes travel down his body, loving the size of him. All of him, from his chest to his thighs to the hard, erect dick so close to my lips.
"Uh-uh, Nari," Anver said, warning me off. "You have to enjoy the show." He flicked a finger at the other three, kissing each other's exposed skin as they continued to undress.
Talin's olive skin was cool beside Ela's golden, and Zeal's dark sand color was shadowed with all the lace on his body. Pressed against each other, they looked like something Inspiration should sculpt into marble. "Beautiful" made me think of summer days and sunsets. This? It was seduction come to life, daring me to give in - and I wanted to.
"Wraythe, keep her busy," Anver said. "You don't need to kiss anyone else, and her pussy's waiting."
"Please tell me he's stroking himself?" Ela begged between kisses on Zeal's chest.
Talin glanced back, then moved in to suck at Ela's neck. "No, but he should be."
Zeal just caught Talin by the jaw, pulling him close enough to kiss. His tongue made a fast pass through Talin's mouth, sampling him, and then the god sank to his knees. My breath stopped even as Wraythe crawled onto the couch, right between my legs. My pulse was hammering, unsure what I should be watching.
Anver was so powerful sitting there, his hard abs exposed for my enjoyment - and theirs - while his eyes drank us in. Wraythe's hands slid up the insides of my thighs, spreading me open so his lips could kiss across the junction of my legs. Then there was Zeal, trailing the hard tip of his tongue up the base of Eladehl's dick while the god's hand pushed down the length of Talin's. Fuck, he was pleasing them both.
I whimpered, and Wraythe's tongue spread me open, driving inside to seek out my clit. He lapped at my body, pressing hard enough to make my back bend when he passed over that knot of nerves. Before me, Ela was twisted enough to kiss Talin. Zeal slid his mouth down Ela's length, then pulled back to do the same to Talin. Both men were panting, clinging to each other for support as their god toyed with them.
"Where?" Anver suddenly asked, pushing himself out of the chair.
"Beside the bed," Ela gasped. "Same as always."
Lubricant, I realized. With this many men, that wasn't just optional. Anver walked behind the trio, heading for the bedroom, but I didn't try to watch. Wraythe slipped two fingers inside me, pumping my body higher even as his lips sucked at my clit. Focusing was nearly impossible, and yet I didn't want to miss a thing. I wanted all of this. I'd spent so many days dreaming of this moment, and now it was happening. Instead of Ela hating himself, he was being loved by a god, and we were all driven higher by the power of that, wanting to be a part of this moment.
My leg wrapped around Wraythe's back, as my fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me. Talin's hand was on the back of Zeal's head, sliding over those short curls with nothing to hold onto. Ela reached down to hold him as well, and his palm landed right over Talin's. Their fingers tangled while Zeal continued to switch from man to man, sucking his way down each dick before moving to the other.
Then Anver dropped a bottle on the table in the middle of the room - the one that separated his chair from the group of us. That put it in Talin's reach, so he grabbed it, holding the end lazily in his free hand while Zeal continued to work them both, alternating between his hands and his mouth.
"Taking your time?" Ela taunted, "or did you just want me to shove your face into the couch?"
Anver chuckled. "He's playing. I want to see Nari come first. I want to see her back arch and her legs clamp down on Wraythe's neck. I want to see how tight her nipples get when she loses control."
"Fuck, I have a new fetish," Talin groaned, thrusting into Zeal's mouth the next time the god wrapped his lips around Talin's length.
Wraythe simply murmured against my pussy and sucked harder. His hand moved a little faster, pressing against the upper wall to massage my clit from the inside. I could feel my core tensing. My legs were trembling, but a part of me wanted to hold off. I wanted to fight the pleasure that was building, to make this last as long as possible.
"Let go. Let me see you, Nari," Anver begged softly.
Those words convinced me to stop trying to take control. I relaxed, letting my hips buck, riding Wraythe's mouth as he ate me out. I could feel every muscle in his shoulders flex with his movements. My breasts were begging for him to touch them, the weight a sensual distraction. And deep inside my body, the pleasure was growing into a pressure that wanted to be released. Flicks of his tongue, sucks from his lips, and thrusts from his hands were bringing me right to the edge, but I wouldn't fight this. I wouldn't try to make it better, longer, or anything else.
I simply took, letting Wraythe love me the way I liked most. This massive man was mine. Maybe not all mine, but in this way, he'd have no other. I wanted to share Talin and Ela. I loved knowing that Anver's eyes were devouring me. All of that made me feel so beautiful and powerful, but the man between my legs always made me feel loved. He gave, wanting nothing more than to make me feel good, and it was working.
Between one breath and the next, my orgasm hit. I felt my body lift from the couch, and my hands pulled Wraythe even closer. I needed him. I wanted this to keep going. I loved how he felt with me so much that I even forgot to worry about the men seducing each other only a few feet away.
But the moment I came back down, Anver was already taking over. "Zeal, fuck her. Lift her ass up and let us all see you slide into her body. Wraythe? Push that dick down her throat until I can't see any more."
They moved. Wraythe dragged himself from between my legs and Zeal immediately settled into the same place. The god leaned over me to steal a kiss, but Wraythe trailed his fingers up my arm, allowing me to keep track of where he was. Then, without warning, he and Zeal lifted, sliding me higher, until my head hung over the arm of the couch, perfect for me to lean back and take Wraythe.
"As beautiful as a god," I said as I reached for his dick, guiding him to my lips.
At the same time, Zeal pressed in. I felt him teasing my entrance, pushing, and stretching me as he entered my body. Wraythe was a little slower, taking his time about pressing into my mouth, but his eyes were watching where Zeal and I were now connected.
"Ela, his ass," Anver said.
