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I gasp, clinging to Neska’s cock, my other hand on his hard thigh for balance. “Can I touch you how I like?” I ask Neska, breathless. The question seems like a silly one, because I can’t think straight, can’t stop myself from rubbing his perfect length against my face, my lips. I can’t help but run my hand over his skin, over the turgid shaft that practically throbs with need when I wrap my fingers around him.
“However you like,” he says, and for once, he sounds as breathless as me. “Take your pleasure.”
I moan at his wording, because sucking a cock is normally not aboutmypleasure at all. But with Zaroun sending quiver after quiver into my pussy as he lavishes attention to my core, I can’t help but be aroused at the thought of making Neska come. Of taking him in my mouth and working him even as I ride his other Aspect’s face. It feels decadent and yet so very right.
Gripping the base of his shaft, I lean forward and feed the head of him between my lips, keeping them pursed to add friction as I push him against my tongue. His breath stutters, and Zaroun moans even as he moves back to my clit, lavishing it with attention. I whimper, forgetting to be delicate with Neska and to take my time.
“It’s all right,” Neska whispers, caressing my cheek as I mouth him. “Take what you need.”
Moaning, hungry to make him come, I suck him deep. I’ve had a lot of practice with pleasuring men with my mouth, and so it’s easy for me to relax my jaw and push forward until he’s deep, the head of him being constricted by my throat. I love the stutter of his breath, and I let my mouth flood with saliva to lubricate things even as I slowly move my head to pump him, hollowing my cheeks and breathing through my nose. It requires concentration and practice, and I’m so focused on sucking him that I’ve almost forgotten about Zaroun between my thighs until he sucks on my clit, hard—
—and then another orgasm tears through me, sharp and bright.
I’m so startled that I involuntarily gasp, and in doing so, suck Neska deeper. It’s too much. When Neska groans, I pull back, coughing for air even as he floods my mouth with his release. The webs drip from my lips, strands between my face and Neska’s cock, and Zaroun makes another sound of contentment, as if he’s happy that we’ve both come at once.
Reaching out to Neska, I stroke his thigh and lick the webbing off his cock. “I’m sorry, my lord. That wasn’t nearly as long as it should have been. I’ll do better next time.”
“You were distracted.” His voice is still arrogant and aristocratic, but there’s a faint thread of amusement in his tone. He strokes my cheek again, long, spidery fingers curling around my chin. “I will allow it. Did you…enjoy yourself?”
“Too much,” I admit, and he gives me a rare smile.
I smile back and it feels…good. Natural. Easy.
Thirteen
After that,Neska leaves to return to his threads. Zaroun insists on bathing me, and so we climb into the tub together, him leisurely pouring handfuls of water over my skin as I relax against his chest. I’m boneless and exhausted, but in the best kind of way.
My head is full of churning thoughts in contrast to my sated body. I think about Neska, and how he’d watched us, and Zaroun hadn’t noticed or cared. I think about how when I touched Neska, Zaroun would moan in pleasure. Do they all watch each other take turns with me? Do they all three feel it when I touch one of them? Or are they so connected in each other’s heads that they feel another’s response and react? If so, why be jealous of each other? There must be more to it.
“There is,” Zaroun murmurs lazily, tracing wet circles on my breast. “But it is not for a mortal to understand.”
I turn to look at him, because I know I didn’t say such things aloud. “Are you prying into my mind?”
He just smiles, his eyes covered by the now-wrinkled blindfold. “Perhaps you are just easy to read?”
Hmm. I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve always been good at hiding my emotions. It’s part of the job.
A spider scuttles into the room and drops a pod near the door just as my stomach growls. A wry laugh escapes me, because of course the Aspect of the Future would know when I’m going to be hungry. The sight of the spider reminds me of earlier, though, and Apple. “Is that more fruit?” I ask him. “How do the spiders find it and bring it here when there’s nothing growing around the tower?”
“They follow the threads.”
Another enigmatic answer. “What threads?”
“Thethreads.” He teases wet fingers around my nipple, making it tighten. “They stretch from life to life, but also from plane to plane and place to place. There is nowhere and no-when that cannot be accessed. The spiders see our needs and seek them out for us.”
Hmm. “Do you think they could bring me a recipe book? Or sweets? Something other than just fruit?”
“Again?”
Again, huh? “Yes, again.” I smile as he nuzzles my throat. “What can I say? I desire sweet things.”
“Then you should always have what you desire.” And his hand trails under the water to between my thighs, and then I’m not thinking about sweets (or anything) for hours.
* * *
“And that ishow I acquired a pet spider,” I tell Aron’s anchor through my mirror. “I think they have told him to watch me and get things that I need, but I like the company.”
“A pet spider named Apple,” Faith echoes, blinking at me through the mirror. “You…you know that’s not normal, right? You know that’s fucked up?”
