My question was answered soon after I thought it, because my body started to build up. The alternating cocks made me ache and the fingers on my clit made me desperate, and I focused for a brief second on sucking harshly at Zan’s cock. The unexpected suction wrung his orgasm out of him, his body jerking and hitting the back of my throat as his release spilled on my tongue.
I swallowed every drop, and with no time to spare because the fingers pressed just right to force me into another orgasm.
This time my moans and shouts weren’t muffled, my body jerking and twitching. “Fuck, please come,” I begged, uncertain who I was asking. “I can’t take this anymore. Come in me. Fuck.”
Abraxas released first, his tropical scent perfuming the dusty library air around us. He hissed and bucked against me, pulling us out of the rhythm. Bennett didn’t seem to care, because he came too with a loud roar and a string of curses. Kirin and Waylon followed, cum spilling out of the pixie’s hole and drenching Kirin’s thighs. Waylon only whimpered when his cock released a weak spurt of release, his body trembling with as much intensity as mine was.
I didn’t know how much time passed with all of us sitting there, panting.
By the time we moved the sweat on my skin was tacky, Bennett’s cock softened to a point where I felt the ache in my pussy from how he’d stretched me before. Abraxas was still hard when he pulled out, but he wasted no time in tucking his cock back away in its pouch.
Kirin gently tugged Waylon off of him, laying the small man down on the couch, half draped over his lap. The pixie was dead to the world, completely passed out with his breaths coming slowly.
Zan moved a respectful distance away, once again acting like I’d change my mind about being OK with his presence now I was no longer horny. He had a bad habit of distancing himself, and I wanted to find out why. But not right now. Right now, all I wanted to do was sleep like Waylon.
“Can I sleep in someone’s bed right now?” I asked, trying to stand and failing because my legs were too weak.
Bennett pulled me to sit sideways in his lap instead. “Use Waylon’s bed, birdie. Then we can keep an eye on both of you.”
He stood with me in his arms, taking away the tough decision of whether or not I would try to walk. Kirin carried Waylon in much the same way, neither man bothering to pull on any clothing. I was asleep with the gentle rocking of the journey down the stairs, before I even hit the mattress.
Chapter 20
Iwokeupinthe bathtub.
“Fuck this shit,” I muttered under my breath, barely giving Zan a chance to do his usual ‘I hope she’s OK’ spiel.
“Sorry?” he asked, backing away.
“Not you, Zan. Sorry. I’m going to get dressed, though, so I’ll see you later.”
He backed away, confused, and I opened the door an inch to peek out. Kirin was making his way down the hallway, and I used one hand to wave him away. “I’ll meet you in the living room.”
I closed the door again, hoping he would take my order to heart and wait in the living room instead of bursting into the bathroom. My brain needed a minute this morning.
Was it too much to ask to cuddle for a while after a six person orgy? Heck, to have a proper sleep? There was no way of knowing how long I’d been sleeping before I’d been killed, but I had to imagine it wasn’t long. My mind didn’t feel well-rested, and I was hyped up from the aftermath of the orgasms. Not that my body remembered, which was a blessing. I would have been sore after taking two cocks at the same time.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I grumbled to myself, stripping everything off to put on new clothes.
Sleeping with the enemy wasn’t my style. Solstice was always raving about a good hate fuck, but not me. Then again, I wouldn’t consider what we did a hate fuck. It had been soft and gentle and affectionate, and I’d been cared for. Way too close to being a love fuck, actually, considering one (or more) of the five men was dead set on killing me and resetting this day.
Unlike with Kirin and Zan, the sex yesterday hadn’t been about feeling in control of something in this uncontrollable situation. In fact, that was the most out of control I’d ever been.
Yet, I hadn’t panicked.
That was the most concerning thing of all. I should have panicked, but I was comfortable.
Fighting a groan, I headed out into the living room, where a group of confused men were waiting for me. I went through the explanation I’d told a thousand times in the past and then set out to wander the house. My brain was going to take its time turning back on after being shut down. Last clue I’d found had been a time. What I needed was the spell, but what I didn’t have was any damned idea of where to find it.
I would’ve gone to the library to read random books in hopes I’d find something valuable, but the orgy memory was too fresh. The library could wait until I was certain I wouldn’t get horny the second I walked into the room.
My wandering took me in circles. Upstairs, downstairs, staring out the window beside where the tree broke through into the house. Downstairs again, staring at Felix’s secret stash of food before ultimately deciding to eat nothing. Avoiding his office as usual, because I still wasn’t keen on the idea of facing the terrifying ghost again.
By the time I realized someone was following me, my feet were sore, and I was certain I’d walked more than I had in a single day ever before.
Waylon was easy to miss, his slight form sneaking around and hiding in the shadows, not following too close behind. I knew now why Kirin had never realized he had company when he was raiding Felix’s stash. I had to wonder how many times the little pixie-demon had followed me before. This time, I assumed he’d only slipped up because he was sick of going in circles.
“If you’re going to be following me, I’d rather chat as I wander,” I said, turning my head to look behind me.
