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He crosses the room to our sides and Ossev slips me off his lap, caressing my naked backside as he reclines back on the bed, watching as Neska stalks me and pulls me to him so he can kiss me in a fierce, possessive manner that I would have hated a few months ago and now makes me quiver with hunger.
Neska claims my mouth, biting down on my lower lip and making me whimper with need. He nips me hard and then licks away the flash of pain. “Have you been good to Ossev?”
I moan, because hearing the word “good” does something to me. “So good.” I reach for him. “Did you watch?”
The thought makes me quiver deep in my belly. And even though I just climaxed, I know instinctively that they’re not done with me. They never are after just one orgasm. They always want to give me more. And shamelessly, I will alwaystakemore.
He doesn’t answer, but his gaze is unrelenting as he watches me press against him.
That’s all right. I know the answer. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes and no.” His gaze dips to my mouth. “I liked that you came. I did not like that it wasn’t me.”
“It can be you,” I say, breathless. “I’m right here.”
Before I can say anything else, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me up against the wall. Spiderwebs tangle into my hair as Neska covers my mouth with his, devouring me even as he slides his robe off. My arms go around him and we’re kissing each other roughly, me biting his lip as he pushes between my thighs. He surges deep and I cry out with pleasure, clinging to him.
Neska takes me hard and fast, his breath heaving as he hammers into me with sharp, punching strokes. I’m slick from before, my body making wet, feverish noises as he claims me, but he doesn’t seem bothered that I’m still wearing Ossev’s leavings, or that the other Aspect remains on the bed, watching us. He’s part of this, because we’re all intertwined. The thought is an all-consuming one and it arouses me. I dig my nails into Neska’s back, holding on tightly as he drives into me, and when I come, it’s with a harsh, wrung-out cry in my throat and a climax that feels as sharp as a knife.
From the hiss that escapes him, I know Neska comes, too. His arms tighten around me and I slump forward from the wall, into his embrace. He holds me close, my legs locked at his waist, and brushes his lips over my cheek. “I liked that,” he murmurs, just low enough for only me to hear. “Thank you.”
I smile into his neck, sweaty and sated. “I am here to please you, my lord. All three of you.”
“You do.” He carries me over to the bed, laying me down beside Ossev’s reclining form. “You always do.”
Ossev reaches for my breast, squeezing it, even as Neska moves beside me, and I realize that again, we’re not nearly done. They both touch me, their hands skimming over my skin. Neska kisses me, and when I turn my head, Ossev is there, his mouth as eager for me as the other. They play with my body until I’m whimpering with need again, and then Neska seats me atop his cock so I can ride him, and I jerk off Ossev, his release spraying over my skin while we kiss.
If Zaroun was here with us, this might be perfect.
Fourteen
Havingtwo of the Spidae in my bed at the same time becomes the routine, and an exciting one. It seems that no sooner does one leave my side than he is replaced with another Aspect. Zaroun will spend hours in bed with me, touching me everywhere, and Ossev will join us. When Zaroun leaves, Neska will take his place, and then remain while I sleep. When I wake up, I will find both Zaroun and Neska with me in the middle, caught in a tangle of limbs.
They’re not interested in touching each other. Their focus is solely upon me.
It’s intense, too. I’ve had two lovers in my bed in the past, but never so regularly. The Spidae take care of me, though, ensuring that I’m never too tired for bedplay. I get plenty of naps and Apple brings me even more food than I can possibly prepare. Ossev helps me in my garden (well, he mostly stands around and looks perplexed when I dig in the dirt) and Zaroun bathes me and then rubs my shoulders.
I feel pampered and adored. Some people might find it overwhelming to have to satisfy three lovers, but it doesn’t feel overwhelming to me. They’re careful not to push me too hard, and when it’s one of the rare days when I don’t feel like touching or being touched—or I have my period—they hold me and we talk instead.
Neska especially frets when I have my period. He doesn’t like it because it causes me pain and makes me tired. He tends to me carefully and even cuts up fruit for me when I don’t want to get out of bed. The next month, my period doesn’t come and I’m worried I’m pregnant.
“Not pregnant. I’ve stopped the cycle for you,” is what Neska says when I ask. “I didn’t like that it harmed you.”
Itdidn’tharm me, but I can’t say I miss it. I’ve no desire to be a mother and being rid of a week of cramps and bloody discharge? It might be the greatest gift they’ve given me yet. They didn’t ask me if I wanted it stopped, but I know how the three of them think now. They saw me hurting and strove to fix it. If I asked them to return it, the three of them would be confused why I’d want to ache for a week every month, but they’d do as I asked.
The mirror that allows me to look out onto the world and communicate with the other anchors soothes any anxiety I might have about being trapped here. I feel connected to others like me, and it lets me gossip with the others. When I get bored or restless, I can watch other people going about their lives and I’m reminded of how good I have it here, tucked away safe in the tower with three gods to watch over me.
Sometimes I use my mirror for other things, too.
I’ve been inspired by Ossev’s proclivity for watching, and asked the mirror to show me a mortal couple in their bed. I watched for only a few moments, my breath in my throat, before Neska joined me. He pulled me into his lap and played with my pussy, rubbing me to release as he narrated naughty things into my ear and we watched the couple in the mirror. Since then, both Ossev and Neska have watched things with me, sometimes all three of us together. Perhaps I should feel a little guilty for intruding on someone else’s privacy, but after the first time, I make sure that we find a couple that is in public in some way so I don’t feel as if we’re spying.
So yes…things in the tower are good. My garden blooms with plants, and though I don’t have as much free time since I’m spending so much of my day with one of the three Aspects, I garden when I can. My sewing hasn’t been as prolific, but I’m not too worried. I’ve got plenty of dresses and still find the time to stitch when I speak in the mirror with Faith (and now Max, Rhagos’s anchor). We chat about everything and nothing, and I like having that outside connection, even if I feel no desire to leave the tower.
I’m quite content here.
Mostly.
There’s only one small thing that makes me wonder…why are we not all three together? At once?
