She stops, buried deep. I lose a shuddering breath, disappointed, but then Jaga becomes two, her zmora stepping sinuously away with a wild, wicked grin. Jaga grabs my hips and urges me to come up until I kneel in the fragrant grass, with her still inside me. Her zmora lies down on her back in front of me, spreading her thighs open, and Jaga gently pulls my hair, whispering in my ear.
“I want your cock inside her when I fuck you. Can you do that?”
I nod even as sweet dread pools in my stomach. “I won’t last a minute.”
“Do you have a spell for making it hard again after you come? Woland could fuck me a few times in a row with no breaks in between. I’m sure you can, too.”
I let my head fall back against her shoulder, and she kisses me lazily. I don’t pull away even when my neck hurts.
“I’ll do anything you command. I’m y… Fuck.”
She chuckles and gently bites my earlobe. “Trying to lie to me again? Naughty man.”
But it’s not a lie. I’m scared of the strange thing that happened when I told her first, that fluttering in my chest, a strange lightpulsing through the bond between us. Gods claim mortals, not the other way round.
It shouldn’t be possible for me to be claimed. And yet, I will not risk telling her I’m hers.
“Good. Then put your cock in that eager cunt. Look how wet she is for you. We both want you so much.”
It takes a clumsy moment of shuffling around because Jaga refuses to pull out of me, but finally, I am inside her zmora, my body shivering from how hard I’m trying to hold back my orgasm. Jaga braces herself on her arms, her thighs wide behind me, and rocks. I’m not really fucking her zmora, but Jaga’s thrusts cause delicious friction, and I turn into a pitiful, moaning mess.
When I come, clenching tightly around her, she hisses and stops, digging her fingers into my hip as she struggles to control herself. I shiver and beg, my body a vehicle for bliss as I’m surrounded by her from both sides, the most perfect place for me to be, with two Jagas holding me close.
That orgasm breaks me a little, and Jaga’s caresses and cooing words of praise rebuild me until something heals, a bad memory forgotten.
“You did so well, my perfect Weles,” she whispers, brushing hair off my temple. “I am very proud of you. I love how you love this. It could be so good… Ah. We’re here and now, aren’t we? No use thinking about the future. Ready? It’s my turn to come.”
She takes me harder, faster, and I moan through it, ordering my body to climb that peak again so I can come with her. Her zmora snarls in pleasure, and I press my shadows between her legs, mercilessly attacking her clit. I need them both to come now.
Jaga howls, speeding up, and then their orgasm rushes through our bond, debilitating and ecstatic. I join them, coming deep inside her zmora that’s just as infertile as Jaga, and Icollapse, breathing hard. The zmora kisses my cheek with a pleased huff. Jaga pulls out and lies back in the grass, staring at the golden clouds lazily stretching across the sky.
I grunt and push myself up, giving her zmora a tender kiss. “I love you, too, pretty girl.”
She smiles, baring her sharp, predatory teeth, and melts away.
“Did you manage to keep it?” I ask, turning to Jaga. “Perfect. Let me clean you up.”
I lick her clean with attention and care, and she watches me with dark, sated eyes. Her shaft hardens again under my ministrations, and she shakes her head, tearing out clumps of grass.
“I think I’ve had enough.”
“Of sex or having a cock?” I ask, kissing my brand on her scar.
“The cock. Maybe both.”
She relaxes, and the magic changing her anatomy slips out of her grasp. She becomes a woman between her legs, and since I’m already down here, I kiss her gently and seek her wetness with my tongue. She sighs and lets her knee fall to the side, opening for me.
“I’d like to fuck you as Woland now,” I murmur against her clit, brushing it with my lips. “Please.”
She is silent, and I nuzzle the crease of her thigh with my nose and kiss her hip. “He misses you so much. It’s been such a long time.”
She stares at the sky with glassy, unseeing eyes. “I don’t think Woland ever fucked me just because he wanted,” she muses softly without accusation. “It was always a manipulation of some kind.”
“He only wants to be with you,” I say, the words out of my mouth before I can stop them, the“only”such a bald-faced lie.
Yet—I said it. I glance at her, my girl loose and relaxed, and my heart beats faster. She must have used up all the magic in myblood. Every lie it stopped, every time she used it to control me, drained that magic.
I can lie. And she doesn’t know it.
