Author's Note:
This chapter continues much in the spirit of the last one. Namely, deep and excessive sexual indulgence. Hope you enjoyed that last time, because this will be much the same.
However, also like before, this one comes with a good bit of lore expansion sprinkled in, too. More than last time at that. I'm definitely planning a big expansion of this story soon -- leaning a lot further toward adventure, conflict, and thrill. There'll be a setting change, some all-new perspectives, and some new goddesses. Maybe a cast shake-up, too. Won't spoil my plans, but there's big stuff coming for fans of the Love and Fortune universe (especially those wanting a bit more tension in the story!)
But in the meantime? As this introductory 'arc' winds down... get ready for some celebration of the best kind.
Thanks as always for reading!
Chapter 11: The Haven
Morning light came streaming into Belle's opulent bedroom. The African sun was rising over the Haven, and as Ben's eyes fluttered open, he saw the whole room lit by its rays. Despite Kenya's heat, the air was fresh and cool; through a cracked window, scents of flower gardens and sounds of birdsong drifted in.
In a word, he felt... blessed. Wasn't this place blessed, after all?
He wasn't sure how long he had slept, or what time it had been when he and his lovers had finally stumbled into the almost comically massive bed together. Either way, he felt rested. Energized. Last night's endless romping and revelry should have taken everything out of his body -- should have had him waking with groans and aching muscles. But Zawadi's magic had restored him fully overnight. All he felt was ready. Ready to take on the day.
Ready for anything.
He felt the gentle brush of lips on his bare skin. Someone was kissing his chest. And then someone else was, too. Hands moved slowly along his arms and upper body; one set of lips moved to his neck. A tongue licked him from his collarbone up to his chin -- then flicked against his left ear.
"Mmm... good morning."
He'd woken with so many lovers splayed around him that, at first, he'd hardly even cared who was who; all were beautiful, all open to play, all eager to make him happy. But the whispered voice was unmistakable. Lenore.
He turned and drank in the sight of her: snow-white hair fanned out against the pillow, eyes bright and awake. She smiled, then leaned in for a kiss he accepted eagerly. Before her lips had even parted from his, a second voice murmured to his right. "You slept like a rock, baby."
Moka. He chuckled lightly as he turned, meeting her warm, nude embrace. "Bet I wasn't the only one."
"Ah, no. Last night was really something, wasn't it?" The Colombian girl giggled as she snuggled up to him; Ben felt her fingers trail down his stomach, pausing just before his crotch. He became aware of how fast a certain part of him was waking up now.
"Amazing," he softly replied.
"In all kinds of ways, hm?"
The new voice was husky and musical, originating further down the bed than the lovers at his sides. It was a voice he was still getting used to, but one he was quickly coming to love. Priyanka had crawled between his legs, he realized: propped on her elbows, feet dangling over the edge, dark and lustrous hair cascading over her shoulders as she smiled up at him. Ben's cock twitched as her fingers encircled him; she gave him a slow pump up and down. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure.
"Mmm. Hard already." The Indian beauty's eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips, making Ben's mind dance with the prospect of what she might be thinking. "I could get used to that."
"That's the thing about him." Alicia's voice joined in, not far away -- she was sitting cross-legged on the left end of the mattress. "A part of his magic. Always raring to go. Always willing to please." Like Priyanka, her gaze was locked on Ben's erection, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation as the Indian girl's hand began to move faster on his shaft. "Goddess knows we've all enjoyed that."
"I'll bet. I like how he feels in my hands." Dragging a finger along the ridge of his crown, Priyanka collected a drop of precum that had gathered there. She brought it to her lips and sucked it clean. "Mmm. Taste is nice." Her tone was teasing, playful, like a child with a new toy... or perhaps a cat with a mouse. "I should try some more."
When she lowered her mouth, when she began to suck him in earnest, Ben thought he might melt. Her lips were velvet-soft and warm; her tongue was a wet, hot caress against his length. Her eyes stayed on his as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him with every pass.
"Fuck. You're good at that." Ben's voice was a low growl.
Priyanka pulled back just enough to answer politely. "Thank you." And then her head was back down again; her mouth was moving faster. Ben groaned and leaned back against the pillows as she worked him.
Maybe to say he was coming to love Priyanka would be putting it lightly.
He felt movement around him; saw figures stirring from the edges of his vision. He didn't need to see them to know who they were. He could feel their minds, sense their energies, as surely as he could feel their hands and bodies on his skin. Rasha and Aya were rising and stretching together, with Belle beside them; Ben watched as his cousin traded long kisses with both Middle Eastern sisters in turn.
"It's morning, huh?" Belle spoke, still slightly groggy. For a moment she met Ben's eyes. "Thought I'd just sleep all day. After last night? Oh, man."
"Same," said Shaheen, rising to her knees as she stretched out like a cat. "But I feel great."
