Page 18 of Fallen Stars
“Gods,” the priestess breathed as Eli continued to pump in and out, slowly, deeply, Ariete’s mouth never leaving her neck. “I’m going to come.”
Ariete tutted, finally ripping away. Blood coated his lips as he fisted himself once more and raised the woman’s chin back, almost gently.
“Not yet,” the King of Stars murmured, looking at Eli, who nodded, understanding. Grabbing the woman by the hips, Eli flipped her, and the priestess let out a surprised sound of pleasure as she found herself on her stomach.
“Ass up,” Eli said roughly, sinking his hands into the soft flesh of her hips as he lifted her pelvis. She let out a low moan as she lowered herself onto her forearms, and Ariete swapped positions with Eli.
Ariete readied himself, pushing his fingers in and out of the woman, as he coated her with her own wetness.
Eli brought his length to the woman’s mouth, holding it there, and with a grin, the priestess sank her mouth onto him as Ariete buried himself into her.
They worked in tandem, Ariete holding her hips as he moved himself in and out, and Eli grasping her hair as he moved her mouth upon him. The woman was filled by both of them, writhing and moaning in pleasure at the combination.
“Oh my gods,” she moaned around Eli.
“That’s right,” Ariete murmured, pushing himself in right to the hilt. “Pray.”
The woman flattened her tongue underneath the base of Eli’s cock, hollowing her cheeks out as she sucked deeply.
His head fell back as every jolt from Ariete forced her mouth to move deeper up and down him.
He touched the back of her throat and groaned. “Make her come,” he said to Ariete, pulling himself out of her mouth. A feral grin appeared on Ariete’s face as he turned the priestess around so she was on her back. He hauled her ass up, pushing her legs over the arm of the divan and the rest of her body lower. Eli hovered over her, kneeling on the couch by her head, Ariete between her legs.
“Open,” Ariete ordered, commander through and through. The priestess obliged instantly, spreading herself wide again.
“Dagger,” he said impatiently. Eli could tell he was close.
The priestess reached for it. “Yes,” she prayed. “Please,please.”
Ariete’s lips twitched upwards as he brought the knife below her navel, flashing quickly across the skin. Another shallow cut, but one that bled freely.
He growled, the sound unhinged as he knelt before her and swung her legs around each shoulder. He waited a moment for the blood to run before latching himself onto her sex, lapping up her wetness and blood.
Eli took his cue, pushing himself in and out of her mouth once more as the priestess’s moans became ones of sheer transcendence.
Eli’s charm was well within the room now, within their minds. The priestess sucked hard on Eli’s cock before releasing as Eli pulled himself back out again.
“Take it all,” Eli said as the priestess relaxed her throat, taking him all the way in, a glint of triumph in her eyes. She did the same again as she writhed. Only the top of Ariete’s red and black striped head could be seen as he occasionally came up for air, then he drank, and drank, and drank from her.
And there, Eli felt it. That undoing, so different in the mind of a woman than a man’s. Like a building and building, a wave ebbing and flowing, and ebbing until finally, with his cock down her throat and Ariete’s tongue inside her, the priestess clenched and shuddered and screamed around them both. Ariete groaned, standing quickly as he came on her stomach, and Eli finally did the same, spilling onto her throat.
The three sat there, panting, Ariete laughing maniacally as he fell back onto the chaise.
“Fuck,” he said, wiping the blood and arousal from his mouth. “It’s been a while since we’ve done that.”
The priestess giggled, a little abashed but too sated from having two Stars worship her to care all that much. She slumped back, spent, and with a flutter of her eyes, fell promptly asleep.
Eli—the real Eli—who had been sitting in his armchair the whole time, hadn’t removed a single piece of clothing. Hadn’t been within metres of touching either of them. He ran his tongue along his teeth, praising his own charm for snaking into their minds from the moment they had walked in. He smirked, taking his last sip of whisky.
How malleable the mind was, he thought to himself. That was the beauty of his power. Not an illusion like Elara’s magick, convincing but easy enough to prove fake. Eli’s charm… Now, that was powerful enough to enter a mind, to convince a person that they were touching you, fucking you, from merely a thought.
And he’d done that to a mortal and a Star, the two completely unsuspecting. He’d watched in amusement as Ariete and the priestess had manoeuvred and writhed around thin air, his part in the threesome merely a thought placed in the right area of their heads.
How heartbreakingly easy to convince both a Star and a priestess that what they’d just experienced was real.
How very easy to manipulate.
He rose, throwing some sort of suggestion into their minds that he was cleaning up, pulling his trousers back on.