Gav whispered into my ear as I valiantly tried to take more, kissing me gently along my hairline, telling me what a perfect mate I was, what a good girl, how happy I made them all, and how beautiful I was. I ate it up, the praise nurturing the part of me that once had felt too small, too dirty. Not equal to these men.
You’re more than equal, beloved,Mikhail thought.I would give all I have, all I have ever made or done in my long life, for one moment in your arms, and never count the cost.
I love you, Growly.
I will spend eternity making certain that never changes,he replied.We all will.
I came twice before Rumple finished, and then Righteous rushed to move under me to keep the collected wetness from trickling away.
“Good boy,” Rumple praised, stroking the mating feather on his collarbone that Ry had given him. Both men shuddered at the sensation. “Fill her up even more.”
“Fucking hell,” Ry groaned as he worked his fat cock into me. I took a deep breath. It didn’t matter how often we did this, it was a struggle every time to fit it all inside. “So wet, you‘re gushing all around me, Scrap. Do you like this? Do you like having your pussy so full of all your mates?”
“Yes, please,” I whimpered, my mouth pressed against his chest.Need more.
“As you wish,” Mikhail replied, extending his bronze wings as he perched behind me, over me. I heard the familiar slick sound of him rubbing a handful of lube from the base of his erection to the tip, and then a smaller dab on me. He sent a bolt of energy to his cock, and I felt something unexpected as he began to slide into me. Holy donuts, had he just made his cock headthinner?More tapered, anyway.
“It takes a lot of energy to change your form like that, Mik,” Rumple cautioned.
Mik scowled at him, offended. “Don’t want to hurt her. Besides, I’m a Maker. This sort of thing is second nature. Stop worrying and start using that tail she’s so fond of.”
Before he’d finished speaking, Rumple’s tail was coiling around my neck to squeeze gently, just enough to make me feel the pressure. I arched my throat up the tiniest bit, increasing the sensation. Gavriel hummed in approval and pinched my right nipple, running his fingernails lightly over the mating feather there, causing Righteous to groan.
“Not fair, Gav.”
They all laughed at him, slowing their movements slightly. “I need more, Growly,” I cried out. “Please.”
“Shush, love, I’m going to take it slow.” Mikhail had been using the very tapered tip of his cock, but now he pressed it into my ass, shifting his hips slightly. “Breathe, sweet soul. Relax and let me in.”
Underneath me, Righteous held my hips still as I collapsed on his chest, obeying Mik’s gentle commands. In small, deliberate thrusts, with Mikhail praising me the whole time, I accepted his length. When he was fully seated, with the base of his cock pressed against my ass, Mik and Ry nodded to each other, and began a slow, steady rhythm. As they moved, my release built again, my body so filled with light, each movement sent a shower of sparks around the room in a miniature firework display.
The five of us—Gavriel on one side, kissing my neck, and Rumple on the other, tormenting my wings, with Mikhail and Righteous above and below—began to merge as I rose to a final, shuddering peak. But they didn’t merge only with me.
We all merged with one another, and then with the realm surrounding us, our souls expanding and filling an ever-greater sphere around us with pure love in what was almost a dance. Almost a poem.
Perfectly balanced between the sweet and the profane.
At the edges of our merged consciousness, the void sang with us, the silence yearning for the song we had created, and were continuing. A melody of harsh curses and soft sighs, grunts and whimpers, pleas and hums of assent. Breathing that grew faster, and the slick wet slap of flesh on flesh. A bawdy song of praise rising up and into the stars. A passionate wish for love, and connection, and completion, that sailed out from all five of our souls, and beyond the Abyss.
Can we love like this forever?I wondered, once my soul began to descend, floating back into the confines of the physical form that even now was being dipped with more chocolate fondue and lavished with love. And tongue.Can our whole lives be fondue Friday?
Of course, my sweet soul,my first mate growled as they all bent to the task of showing me again just how loved I was.I can make an entire realm of Belgian triple-milled chocolate for you.
But don’t forget all your other fantasies, little one,Rumple chided, tapping my nose with a strawberry.
“Our little Scrap has a lot of fantasies, Mikhail. And we’ve only managed to make a very small part of them come true.”Whatever you want, my love,Righteous added.
“I want all the happy endings a smutty girl could ever dream of,” I admitted.
And you shall have them,Gavriel told me with a grin.All your fantasies, and all our love.
“Forever?”
All four of them answered, their voices a harmony that echoed in my soul, filled with a love that I was only now fully understanding was eternal and unchangeable.
Forever, Feather.
