Chapter Seven: The Devil's Five Way?
I wasn't at all shocked to open my eyes and find myself in Herne's Grove. But for some reason, for a moment, I almost felt disappointed. If you'd asked me why, I don't know that I could have given a reason that didn't sound like a betrayal.
"My Priestess." Herne rose from the almost marble-looking stone edifice that so closely mimicked a throne. I had my eyes lowered respectfully, and he took the two steps down from the stone dais and lifted my face up to his with a gentle touch. "I saw you today, my beauty. Thank you for your worship."
I felt the heat flush my face, to imagine him witnessing my act of worship... an intense, toe curling, back arching orgasm under my husband's body.
"I am happy to be of service, my Lord," I answered softly.
He smiled slowly, and it was a smile that made me shiver from nape to tailbone. "Are you, beautiful girl?" He asked, caressing my face with a gentle hand. I was instantly wet for him. I was never sure if it was an automatic reaction or if he willed it to be so, but I never cared. Both ideas made my heart beat a little faster. "Then serve me."
He pressed me down onto my knees, my face level with the rigid length of flesh straining the front of his soft hide riding leathers. The thick laces were pulled tight over a thick column of hard cock, and I marveled at his size even before I finished unlacing him, reaching in and freeing him only to envelop the head of his straining member with my mouth a moment later.
I closed my eyes and just allowed the feeling of him to move my body as I felt driven by the desire to give him the best blow job he had ever received. And given that I was certain I was competing with at least a few goddesses, it required all of my attention and enthusiasm.
I had him halfway down my throat when a voice made my eyes fly open.
"When E. and Pan suggested I come with them," Lucifer's voice said with no small amount of amusement. "This was not at ALL what I had in mind to be doing, but can I just say that I approve?"
"Luci!" I gasped, backing off of the cock in my mouth. He stood between a golden haired man with massive ivory wings and a shorter... man? Faun? Satyr? I was never entirely sure what Pan was other than a fascinating amalgamation of goat and man and a well known deity.
There was a flash of warning in Lucifer's eyes; concern and worry, but he covered it quickly, ever the chameleon, and instead, he speared me with just a look.
"Did anyone instruct you to stop pleasuring your Lord, Gwendolyn?" It was such a biting tone, my cheeks instantly heated up and tears welled up a little, but I dropped my eyes and did as I was told, licking and stroking the shaft before me. For a moment I resented the implication that I was just supposed to do what I was told, but when I felt the spread of moisture across my thighs, I bit back the retort on my lips and didn't comment or argue further.
Herne's hand tangled in my hair and he held my head still a moment while he trust himself in and out between my wet lips. I almost gagged a little as he slipped past the entrance to my throat.
Eros all but snapped a finger and his loose fitting toga hit the floor. Pan was wearing what appeared to be a suede loincloth and with his obvious arousal, it failed completely to conceal anything.
I had so many questions but could voice none of them. Most of them revolving why on Beltane night, while I firmly expected to be in Herne's Grove, I knew for damn sure it wasn't a full moon. And Pan and Eros... while I'd been known to invoke either for rituals of passion, fertility and desire, I didn't have any particular ties to them other than the fact that I practiced a type of magic that drew on things like lust, passion, and the divine masculine (as well as feminine) which they embodied.
"He is here because you wanted it," Herne told me quietly. "But you are mine tonight, so it will only be under my sufferance." He held my chin in his hand even as I continued to lick and suck at him. "And as it is Beltane, my beloved one, I did feel the need to put my girl through her paces." He pulled out of my salivating mouth and bent at the waist, hand in my hair, kissing me deeply, likely tasting his own precum on my lips and tongue. It made me moan for him as one of his hands found the tip of my right breast and he began to circle the tightening nub of my nipple. From my peripheral vision I saw Pan discard the worthless leather covering around his furred hips approach me on one side and I saw Eros, God of Love, approach on the other. Eros was already stroking himself, magnificently erect and almost intimidating in his size.
Continuing to use the bundle of my hair in his hand like a leash, Herne guided my lips to Eros's turgid clock and continued to use my hair as a lead while he worked my aching jaw over that exceptional member of the Greek god. I felt tears again, but this time for a very different reason; the size of the shaft being almost too large for my mouth and throat. After a moment, Herne, commanding movements by the merest touch and tug of my hair, moved my mouth over to suck on Pan as Eros knelt behind the curve of my ass caressing it and squeezing firmly. The sudden slap almost made me jump, but instead I just managed a gurgling moan around the newest cock to pass my lips.
"What do you think, Morningstar?" Herne asked almost casually, continuing to use my hair to control the intensity of my oral assaults on these three godly dicks. "Does our girl not please?"
I felt, rather than saw, Lucifer hesitate for a moment, then answer in a low, almost growl: "She is adept at pleasing," he said simply. The tone in his voice... the lack of warmth made me want to demand what the hell was wrong with him. In my experience, dreams don't get jealous. Or, if I chose to accept this as reality and not merely a dream, then I could honestly say I had never imagined a god getting jealous. Certainly not over someone as insignificant as me!
