The men smirked and swept away their envelopes as they replaced them with tantalizing dishes they'd cooked themselves. A wide array of cuisines clustered on the table and somehow they went together. I gleefully ate a bite of Kirill's Beef Stroganoff and followed it with some of Toby's flatbread dipped in Re's hummus. Oh, that sounded naughty.
We talked and laughed and enjoyed each others company in a way we hadn't for a very long time. My lioness magic made the men like brothers but—as with real siblings—they had their disagreements. Things could get rough and tense between them, stretching their bonds. This dinner was just what all of us needed; a chance to reconnect and strengthen our connection to each other. An opportunity to remember what was most important to us.
“Time for dessert!” Re exclaimed.
The men stood and started clearing the table.
“What's for dessert?” I asked eagerly.
“You are, my sweet wife.” Re's wicked smile was back.
“Excuse me?” I looked warily from man to man.
Not that I haven't been with all of them at once before but the last time had been when I was under the influence of lioness hormones, and the time before happened when there were fewer men involved.
“This is how we'll determine who goes first with the Valentine's excursions,” Trevor explained. “You will be blindfolded, we will have dessert, and then you will pick who dined the best.”
“Who dined... ?” I gaped at him.
“Re came up with it.” Odin rolled his eyes. “But we all agreed. This night is supposed to be about you.”
“We will each have a chance to pleasure you. No fingers allowed; only tongues,” Re said. “In between, you will be bathed with cool water and refreshed for the next contestant. When we've all had a taste, you will decide which number was the best.”
I blinked at Re in shock.
“It's just a little fun, Tima,” Kirill whispered in my ear as he undid the zipper of my dress.
My clothing fell to the floor as the other men closed in. Soon, I was naked and being lifted onto the table. Kirill laid me back gently as Re positioned my legs; knees bent over the curving edge. Azrael and Odin spread my thighs as Toby came forward with a blindfold.
“I don't get to watch?” I pouted.
The men settled into their seats and grinned at me.
“You wouldn't be able to choose,” Toby said as he slid the blindfold over my face. “This way, you'll be impartial.”
Darkness blocked out the images of my men sitting at that round table in their designer suits, but I could still see them in my mind. And I could see myself; laid out naked before them, hair fanned out beneath me and legs spread wide. I shivered from the eroticism of it, the blatant sexual hedonism. The blindfold forced me to focus on my other senses and my body instantly became more sensitive; anticipating the coming pleasure. I could smell each of them and their rising arousal; a heady, primal aroma that enhanced my excitement. And all that was before they spun me slowly. When the table stopped, I had no idea who was sitting between my legs.
The men to either side of contestant #1 held my thighs apart wide enough that I couldn't even feel the man's face or hair against my skin. They allowed me no clue as to whose mouth descended on my sex or whose tongue laved at me from bottom to top in one, languorous lick. I moaned and tried to move my hips toward that pleasure, but the hands on my thighs held me securely. The other men stayed quiet as the first man feasted; making sure that I couldn't rule out who wasn't between my legs, sucking and tonguing me greedily. Whoever he was, he worked me expertly to release; the tip of his tongue flicking over my clit ferociously until I screamed.
A cool, wet cloth bathed my heated flesh, and I settled down into a glorious lassitude. Then my whole body turned with the table as I panted through aftershocks. Another man set himself between my thighs and lowered his mouth to my core. Hard sucking came immediately, and I nearly did as well. But then the technique shifted. A thick tongue rubbed over me insistently like a pressed palm before firm lips moved side-to-side rapidly. My thighs tensed and shivered through an explosive orgasm.
Before I made it back down to Earth, the cloth was back; washing me and cooling me down for the next attempt. My head spun with the table as I was turned to be pleasured by yet another mystery mouth. The wet sounds of lips on my sex added to the sensations of a flicking, sucking, and thrusting tongue.
I writhed on the table, my hands massaging my own breasts since no one else would touch me. The man between my legs paused as my hands were pulled away from my body.
“Uh-uh-uh, Lala,” Re chided me. “There can be nothing but the pleasure we give you if you're to judge fairly. Be a good girl or I'll have to spank you later.”
“That is hardly an incentive for me to behave,” I purred.
Re laughed and then it went quiet again, and the lips returned to their endeavors. I moaned and thrashed and clawed my way through every man's efforts until they had each given me an incredible orgasm and my body was left shivering and clenching through wild spasms that wouldn't stop.
“Somebody had better fuck me right fucking now!” I nearly screamed as I tore the blindfold off.
“Give us a number, and the winner will,” Re said. “Who was your favorite?”
“I don't fucking know!” I cried out in frustration.
“You have to choose, Lala.” Re smirked. “Don't ruin the game.”
