“I know you can take at least eleven orgasms,” I remind her, slowing down to make this last longer. “This is nothing. Breathe and look at me. You don’t need to do anything else. Let’s both forget the world and just be here.”
She gives in with a shaky nod, and I plow between her legs, me on top of her in the grass, the way it was between the first of us before the world was made, Mokosz with Perun, Mokosz with me. Now Jaga is my goddess, and I worship her with my cock and lips, kissing love into her mouth until she keens under my touch, ready to come again.
I force her over the edge, then coax her with gentle words and kisses, and it thrills me so much when she bares her eyes to me with no more lies in the way, and they are soft and wounded, so very loving.
“I’ll win this for you,” I whisper, believing the words with all the ardor of my lust. This is the trouble with honesty spells. It’s not a lie if I believe it’s true, but that can change, oh so fast. “I’ll defeat him for you. And you must be brave after, you must stay and be mine. Promise me. Promise you’ll stay after I win.”
She sighs and closes her eyes, and after that, no matter how much I coax, beg, or threaten, her eyes do not open. Not even when I make her come three more times, and not when Strzybog appears with a laugh.
“I should have guessed you were fucking. Come on, lovebirds, everyone’s waiting!”
Jaga turns her face away with a grimace and crosses her ankles behind the small of my back, urging me on. I trained her well. She doesn’t mind an audience at all. I speed up, gathering her to me as close as I can, and make her come one last time, joining her in bliss.
This time, I don’t stab her with my thorns, and we slowly come apart while Strzybog watches with a lecherous expression, his gaze trailing Jaga’s breasts and ass. I shoot needles into his eyes, and he jumps away with a curse.
“How dare you! And on the morning of a mission! You’re mad! Fucking bastard. Motherfucker!”
“Just pull them out and you’ll be fine. And between us both, you’re more likely to be a motherfucker since I don’t have a mother. Have you ever done it with Mokosz?”
He curses and disappears, leaving behind a fierce wind that whips our faces as we gather our things. Jaga creates a fresh outfit for herself, the same leather and boots combination I adore so much, and I merely repair my torn shirt and belt. If I am to fall today, I’ll go in the clothes she ripped up to get me naked, with my cock sticky with her juices.
“Ready?” I ask, offering her my hand, but Jaga’s already stepping through her fiery portal, which promptly disappears when she’s gone.
I wrap myself in shadows and move to the Hall of Fires, where everyone waits.
Nyja gives me a sharp look, her eyebrows raised in question. I shake my head.No, I have not claimed Jaga’s soul.Her shoulders slump, her mouth pressing into a grim line.
“Does everyone know what to do?” I ask, taking in my allies, who are gathered in front of me looking serious or pissed, in the case of Strzybog. His eyes have already healed.
“I just need some of Jaga’s blood,” Jutrzenka trills, bouncing in place from excitement.
“Here.” I throw a pouch of rubies I’ve infused with Jaga’s sweet magic yesterday when she lay in my arms. “It’s not blood but her pure essence. Even better.”
And it can’t be used against her.
“You had already agreed to do it, remember?”I remind Jaga when she gives me a sharp, mistrustful look.“Yesterday when we discussed this, you said yes. I harvested your essence without you knowing to make it the most potent. Hope you don’t mind. It’s better than giving anyone your blood, believe me.”
Jutrzenka looks inside the pouch with a frown, then giggles, the sound eerie and unfitting. I think she needs some reinforcement, so I go to her, putting my hands on her shoulders in a friendly, not too romantic yet intimate gesture.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask. “It will be dangerous.”
Her eyes light up, and she beams in a wide smile that makes the air around her shimmer gold. “Of course. I’ll do it well, and I will please you so much.”
I smile and nod, then step away. It’s time to begin.
“Strzybog and Jutrzenka,” I command. “Go.”
After they disappear, Strzybog in a whirlwind, Jutrzenka in a soft golden glow, I nod at Rod. He steps out, and I catch Chors’ eye. He’s at his full strength since it’s a full moon still, and he gives me a sharp nod. Only he and Rod know that I don’t fully trust Jutrzenka, and Chors approves of me sending my other son to make sure she does what she’s agreed to do.
That is, impersonate Jaga and be the bait for Perun.
“And now we wait,” I mutter under my breath, my hand reaching up to my goatee before I arrest the movement. “Everyone ready? Do you have the poisons?”
The King of Bees inclines his head, buzzing in affirmation. I swallow through my tight throat, shaking my head. This can’twork. The plan is too simple, too audacious, too silly. Trusting Jutrzenka to do anything right is our first mistake, and Perun will never be fooled anyway, and…
“Stop. I hear all that. We’ll be fine.”
I look at Jaga, who watches me with a serious expression. Her fists are clenched, and she’s as tense as me, yet her eyes shine with hope.
