Pleasure's Offering (24 page)

Their love seeped into her, borne up through the multiple, crisscrossing bonds they all shared. But it was more than that. As her lust rose, bringing her magic with it, Zoa could feel the power of the garden as well, the sacred tree and the white altar, the heart of Dezira’s white moons for generations. All of the sensations wove together, and Zoa felt the goddess’s purpose grab her. Suddenly, she was two, herself, writhing on the sheets as Jeric and Izar drove her body wild, and the dark city below, full of anger and fear. For a moment the disconnect sent her reeling, but a gentle hand, firm and white as the moon in the sky steadied her for what must come next.

Gentle as Dezira’s light, Zoa reached out with her power,
their
power, the power born of the potent alchemy of love and lust freely given between three Chosen whose bonds ran deeper than gods or magic, and lifted the heavy pall. She ripped away the last remnants of Toric’s magic like rotted cloth, and then, as Izar’s fingers hit just the right spot, Zoa came in a bright white burst. The pleasure rode through her into the night. She let her own power flow with it, her natural gift for increasing lust multiplying her own until the magic was rolling through the city, banishing the dark rage and discontent.

When the throbbing between her legs finally eased, Zoa collapsed panting on the sheets, but her lovers barely gave her time to recover before they were on her again. Zoa gasped as Izar lifted her like she weighed nothing and set her on her knees in front of him, trailing kisses down her back as he pressed himself against her entrance.

“What would you like, beloved?” He whispered against her skin.

Zoa moaned and answered the best way she knew how, pressing herself back until he slid inside her. Izar gasped at their coupling, and then he began to thrust, his lust rippling through the magic they were building like golden sunlight. As he started to move, Zoa reached out and grabbed Jeric, pulling him toward her. He came eagerly, his cock long, hard and ready as she brought the tip to her lips. She drew him into her slowly, savoring the difference between Izar’s thick, hard cock pounding into her ever more desperately and Jeric’s steady, rock-hard pleasure throbbing and jerking against her lips as she slid her mouth down him.

Jeric’s cry sent a tremor through her as she reached the base of his shaft. He was fully inside her now, just as Izar was, all three of them joined with her as the link. The thought filled her with warmth and she began to suck Jeric for the pure pleasure of feeling him gasp. She was bringing them all together, just like that first night, but it was so much more now. Now the lightning that had always run between them was more than mere lust, more than Dezira’s pleasure. It was deep and abiding and so, so precious. And as Izar’s thrusts grew frantic and Jeric’s hands slid through her hair to hold her head as he arched under the pleasure she was giving, Zoa came with a force that surprised even her.

Again, the magic rippled out of her, wild and uncontrolled now. For a moment, Zoa panicked. She’d just cleared the last of Toric’s influence. This next step would be the one that calmed the city’s rage. It needed to be powerful, but controlled, which meant she needed to be mindful. But as she flung out her mind to catch the magic, she felt the familiar feel of Jeric’s power. She looked up to see him grinning down at her, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he carefully turned her wild magic and merged it back into the enormous force that was building all around them.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

Zoa moaned at the promise in his voice. She was throbbing from the force of her orgasm, and Izar made a desperate sound, but rather than coming, he pulled out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling Zoa up against him. She squealed in surprise. His cock was pressed against her back, hard and pounding. He must have been close, but when she tried to move to take her back into him, Izar held her still.

“Not yet, beloved,” he whispered in her ear, his voice hot and desperate as he echoed Jeric. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Zoa closed her eyes as lust raced through her, and then moaned again when Jeric’s hard, hot body pressed against her front, his shaft entering her with a satisfying thrust. The feeling was maddening. She was pressed between them with Jeric’s hard, hot cock pounding into her and Izar’s length pressed into the small of her back, hot as a brand. Izar held her steady, kissing her neck and shoulders as Jeric thrust into her, his head bowed so he could lavish her breasts, drawing her pink nipples between his teeth.

Zoa cried out and writhed, unable to stop her body as the pleasure took complete control. If Izar had still been mortal, the godtouched strength of her wild motions would have knocked him over, but he was Chosen of the Sun now, and Solus’ Avatars were strong enough to hold a white moon down, which was exactly what Izar did. He held her tight, one hand under her thigh, angling her for Jeric, the other hand draped across her lower belly, the middle finger flicking over her clit with each rocking thrust.

For his part, Jeric had given himself entirely to Dezira’s lust. His magic trembled around them as strong as Zoa’s own, but where hers was light and warm and fluttery, his was heavy and solid, a deep weight holding the power firmly in control even as his own began to slip.

“Oh gods,” he moaned, burying himself in her. “Oh, Zoa. Zoa, Zoa, Zoa.”

He thrust every time he said her name, and with each thrust, Zoa felt all of him, both between her legs and in his magic. She felt his love for both of them and his fierce longing to protect, to hold her and Izar as long and tight as he could, the deep, abiding desire that had driven Dezira to mark him with her white moon. The magic was building faster than ever now, a beautiful, blinding-white combination of her and Jeric, and running through it all like a gold vein through the earth was Izar. The captain was panting against her back now, his fingers frantic on her clit as he grazed his teeth over her neck and shoulders, worshiping her with his lips as he told her how badly he wanted to fill her, how he loved having her on top of him, how he loved the sight of Jeric’s cock sliding in and out of her.

His words coupled with Jeric’s desperate thrusts were too much. The pressure building between her legs was almost enough to make Zoa weep at the beauty of a world where so much pleasure could exist. And then, as Jeric buried himself to the hilt, she exploded, coming in great waves.

The pleasure seemed to go on forever. Zoa didn’t even know where her body ended and the magic began anymore. She was one with the enormous power, the great feeling of wonderful contentment and promise, of sweet delight and blinding ecstasy. But as she floated back down to herself, Zoa realized something was wrong. An orgasm like that coupled with so much power should have made them all come at once, sending the spell out to the city below at last. But the magic was still there, hot and strong as lightning around them, and that’s when she realized Jeric was still hard inside her. So was Izar behind her, and the force of their combined lust was nearly enough to send her over again.

“Not yet,” Jeric panted in her ear. His voice was dazed and thick with pleasure, but it was determined too. Determined and sweet with promise. But then, before Zoa could ask what he meant, Jeric pulled out. Zoa nearly cried out at the loss, but the frustrated sound morphed into a moan of delight as Izar’s cock took Jeric’s place, pumping into her with furious need.

His hand clamped down on her, drawing her back against him with a primal force as he thrust his cock deep inside her, his fingers teasing her throbbing clit until each thrust felt like a tiny orgasm all its own. She writhed against him, thrashing as the pleasure overloaded her body, but she was trapped between the men as Jeric held her in place.

Unable to move, she lurched forward and kissed Jeric with all the fury she couldn’t get out through her limbs. He met her in kind as Izar’s thrusts sped up, his finger working a million tiny miracles on the nub between her folds until Zoa was shaking from the intense pleasure. But just as Izar’s bucking reached a furious pace, and Zoa braced for the wash of his orgasm through the bond, he pulled out. Again, the loss was only momentary, for almost before she felt him leave, Jeric was there, thrusting into her with a fury all his own.

They took turns after that, each man thrusting until he was nearly gone and then pulling out to let the other take over, and all the while they kept Zoa caught in the middle, kissing her and sucking her until her body was a fire between them. Control was impossible, Zoa could only try to hold on and ride it out. She’d thought she’d known what love could be between them. Already, Izar and Jeric had given her the most intense sexual experiences in her life, but even those paled beneath what they built in her now. The orgasms came faster and faster until they merged, raising her up on a tide of pleasure that built and built and built with no end in sight. She felt like Dezira herself was lifting her up, pulling her out of her physical shell until she was nothing but the beautiful white power that was now threatening to burn away the three of them in an explosion of moon bright fire. And then, just when she thought there was no way things could possibly get better, they did.

Izar had just pulled out to let Jeric enter, but rather than pressing his cock into her back as he had before, Izar moved it to her ass, the hot, wet tip pushing into her sensitive flesh. And then, in one swift, beautiful motion, he slid into her. His cock was hot and slick, and Zoa cried out, the endless orgasm spiking as her two men filled her completely.

She could feel them both so clearly. The bonds were so open, so jumbled, she could even feel herself through them, hot and slick as she gripped their cocks. She could feel the intense pleasure that shot through both men as each felt the pressure of the other’s member through her walls, the intense feeling of oneness. Zoa felt it too. The sensations all ran together, bleeding into and through each other until Zoa barely knew which of them she was. It didn’t matter, though. As Jeric and Izar began a pounding rhythm, nothing mattered except the feel of them inside her, filling her completely, joining their pleasure with her own as the magic built and built and built.

At last, after a final, wild thrust, she felt Izar’s body tighten as the orgasm hit him with the force of an avalanche. His pleasure surged through the bond, catching Jeric, who’d been on the edge for a while. He tensed as well, the pleasure exploding through him as he grabbed Zoa with all his strength, pulling himself into her with wild thrusts as the orgasm pounded all three of them in great, pleasurable blows. And as their orgasms struck her, Zoa’s enormous, building peak of pleasure finally slid over the edge, and she came with a force she’d never known she could.

The orgasm was like a living thing, as if it was a great work of magic. It hit her so hard she nearly blacked out, but there was no escaping this pleasure. It lit every nerve she had, filling her veins with painless fire. Her body convulsed as the pleasure overloaded her senses. All she could feel was the enormous release as, finally, the three of them let go of the spell they had built together and the burning white magic crashed over the sleeping city as if it was a river bursting its dam.

Woven into the power as she was, Zoa had no choice but to be tumbled along with it. The magic spread for miles in all directions, shooting out in a great wave no one was immune to. The feel of it was pure love, bliss mixed with the deep contentment of a powerful longing satisfied. It ran the full length of the Capital, through good neighborhoods and bad, touching citizen and refugee without discrimination, and everywhere it touched, the city grew still. When Zoa finally floated down, slowly coming back to herself, the night was so silent she could hear the sound of the river nearly a mile away.

As the world came back in bits and pieces, the first thing she felt was her lovers. Jeric and Izar were still wrapped around her, each pressed against her skin and silent as the city. They were both glowing with love and contentment, their deep breaths rising and falling in perfect unison. As the last of the power left her, Zoa let herself collapse into their love. They caught her effortless, and the three of them sank into the deep cushioned pallet, tumbling instantly into the same deep, peaceful sleep they’d given the city.

And for the few hours left before dawn, Solus’ city was Dezira’s, deep and silent and completely peaceful beneath the light of the waxing moon.

* * * * *

When Zoa woke at last, she was in her own bed at the temple. At first, she had no idea what had happened, but then bits and pieces came back and she settled into the soft mattress with a deeply contented sigh. She had slept very late. The sun through her windows was nearly to the horizon and her body was stiff and sore, but beautifully so. She stretched as if she was a cat, enjoying the feel of muscles well used, and then, because her magic was still too spent to manage even a tiny calling spell, she crawled out of bed and rang the bell by hand.

She was working on getting back into bed when the door opened, but rather than the expected acolyte, Jeric stood in the doorway. He was dressed in the elegant white robes of Dezira’s chosen, and he looked well rested, as well as very relieved to see her.

“Thank the gods,” he said, reaching down to scoop her back into bed. “We were beginning to worry you’d never wake up.”

“How long have I been asleep?” Zoa said, rubbing her eyes.

“Two days,” Jeric said.

Zoa blinked. “Two
days
?”

Jeric nodded, laying her on the mattress before sliding in beside her. “Silas said it was natural, seeing as you were at the heart of what was apparently the largest act of Dezira’s magic ever performed without an orgy. Still, even he was getting worried when you didn’t wake by lunch.” He pulled her close and pressed a kiss against the crown of her head. “I could feel you were all right,” he said, his lips feathering over her hair. “But it is nice to see you awake.”