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"I'm so sorry."
I felt his soul flutter away and stillness filled the air. I sobbed endlessly, until Lazarus came and picked up my weakened frame.
In the end, I won the battle. But it was only the first of many.
Epilogue
IMOGEN
Lazarus squeezed my hand as Dean’s body was lit on fire. It saddened me that no one would remember him in a good light. No one would know his sweetness or be able to mourn him. Forever he would be known as a murderer, a sadist. The circus would ensure that all that remains does not stir. Jin stood at my back, and Rodrigo held my other hand.
Lazarus had decided to stay. He’d said I was worth more than his freedom. He couldn’t live without knowing I was safe, nor could he live without our Ringmaster. I loved him all the more for that.
“Do you think it will come back?” he whispered as we walked back to my tent.
“I think what happened to Dean will always haunt me. It wasn’t his fault. He had been haunted by that evil way before I even got to him.”
“We all have our demons, my Goddess.” Jin grabbed my other hand.
They silently took me back to my room and in that dark silence they undressed me and filled me with the sweetest of kisses. Each one purring sweet loving words into my ear, soothing the ache I felt inside. It was a deep emptiness that Dean had left behind. One that left me weak and open for an attack.
But the succubus had stayed away. She’d let me mourn my love. Maybe it was because I had put up energy barriers to keep her out, or maybe it was because she knew what I was now capable of, but she left me be. What everyone didn’t know was that Dean had taken a part of me. His death had weakened me as I predicted.
As Lazarus’ covered mine, and both Jin and Rodrigo’s tongues lapped at my breasts and core, I held onto them. They meant the world to me, and I could never let them go.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them all, a tear escaping down my cheek as Lazarus slid inside of me.
He fucked me so gently, showing me love with each stroke. He leaned back, taking me with him, offering me to Jin who slid inside my puckered hole. I cried out as Rodrigo’s hands stroked my face and breasts. I stroked the soft hair, his chiseled jawline, the soft beard that lined it so perfectly.
“I want to taste you,” I moaned into his mouth.
Grunting eagerly, he stood over Lazarus, offering his cock to me. I licked the tip, sucking on it playfully as each of my men fucked me harder.
“My, Mistress.” They all groaned collectively as I took him in my mouth.
This is how they were meant to be. All mine to devour, to be fucked by. Tonight wasn’t about magic or bloodlust, it was about mourning someone that belonged to us all.
I looked down at Lazarus whose eyes were filled with love.
“I love you,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him.
Then I reached back for Jin with one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, with my other I pulled Rodrigo in to press his forehead to mine.
“I love you all.”
“We love you, Mistress,” Rodrigo whispered against my lips.
The magic transpired through my fingertips and down their spines, they all arched back in unison. Each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
“Fuck me,” I purred as I took Rodrigo back into my mouth.
He gripped my hair, fucking my mouth in slow steady thrusts just like I’d ordered. My pussy pulsed around Lazarus’s thick dick. My ass gripped around Jin’s. They grunted, and I could feel their pleasure draw closer.
“Take me. Please. Claim me as your own.”
“You’re ours,” Lazarus growled, holding me down as both cocks found their rhythm.
I gripped them, my pussy pulsating my heartbeat on them as the wave of pleasure hit us. My magic swirled around us, echoing the feeling.
