The ship hummed with life, gliding through the cosmos like a predator at rest. They were headed to dragon territory and everyone was restless and excited.
Rhiannan wandered the halls barefoot, her fingers trailing across the rune carved walls as she followed Sasha's snarky directions to the "private suite." Rhiannan snarked back, "Lose the attitude, Sasha, I'm not the enemy here."
"Up the obsidian staircase," the AI had purred. "You'll know it when you see it. Try not to combust." Rhiannan shook her head, hoping this wasn't some insane trap designed by the hateful AI.
But gods...when she found the private suite her eyes widened.
And the moment the double doors opened, her breath caught in her throat and she clutched her chest as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
Rose petals. Hundreds of them. Scattered like fire across velvet bedding and polished floors. The lights were dimmed to starlight. Candles, real ones floated midair, their flames dancing with magic. A bath steamed nearby, infused with moonmilk and crushed herbs.
Soft music hummed from enchanted crystals. The air was warm and thick with arousal.
And in the center of it all stood Kaleb and Arwen.
Kaleb wore nothing but black silk pants that hung low on his hips, muscles taut and golden in the low light. Arwen was shirtless, his runes glowing faintly, black pants undone, hair tousled like sin itself had styled it.
"You... did all this?" she whispered in awe. She couldn't believe they had done this for her. Her. Rhiannan. Nobody. She had never felt love like this and she sobbed loudly.
"We wanted to honor you," Kaleb said softly.
Arwen stepped closer, eyes dark. "Worship you."
She swallowed. "I thought this was about the prophecy. About the mission."
"It is," Kaleb murmured, closing the distance. "But tonight? It's about you." She melted, heat poolikg between her thighs and both men sniffing the air, sucking in the scent of her arousal as they groaned in unison.
And then they wrecked her.
Kaleb kissed her slowly at first...soft lips brushing hers like a vow. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her head as Arwen moved behind her, his fingers undoing the ties of her top with practiced ease.
Her gown slid off her shoulders like water. Cool air hit her nipples, already stiff from anticipation.
Arwen's hands ran down her sides, rough and reverent. "Fuck," he whispered. "Look at her."
Kaleb bit her bottom lip and tugged. "Perfect."
They guided her backward onto the bed of rose petals, Kaleb climbing between her thighs while Arwen moved to straddle her chest. Her body ached, needing them, craving them. Her small delectable breasts pointed to the sky, nipples hard enough to cut glass.
Kaleb pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, thick and throbbing. He looked into her eyes. "Say it." He flicked her nipple hard.
"Take me," she gasped. "Please!" Kaleb growled in answer.
He buried himself inside her in one slow, brutal thrust.
Her back arched. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. "Oh my Goddess!" She screamed.
Arwen leaned down, cock inches from her mouth. "Open, goddess." That sinful grin about broke her.
She obeyed, wrapping her lips around him, moaning around the length of his shaft as Kaleb started to move, long, deep strokes that sent shivers through her bones. She was full, throat and cunt, and they were merciless.
Kaleb held her hips still, slamming into her with a rhythm that sent the bed rocking. She wiggled against him, grinding into him to find more pleasure. Arwen slid his cock deeper into her mouth, one hand tangled in her hair, the other stroking her cheek gently even as he fucked her mouth with controlled precision. He reaches out and cupped a small breast, pinching her nipples until she was panting around his cock.
They devoured her. Used her. Worshipped her.
Kaleb leaned over, nipping at her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while Arwen groaned above her.
"She's fucking unreal," Arwen rasped.
"She's ours," Kaleb growled.
Arwen pulled out of her mouth and moved behind her while Kaleb flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Her ass in the air, dripping and stretched, Kaleb lined up behind her again.
Arwen knelt in front of her, lifting her face. "You ready to be broken, little moon?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Break me." She had never felt pleasure like this and was absolutely lost in them.
Kaleb slammed back into her pussy, harder now, rough and raw. Arwen pressed his cock between her lips again, deeper this time, as Kaleb fucked her like he owned her.
One hand on her hip.
One hand around her throat.
Arwen's fingers rubbed her clit, fast and ruthless.
Rhiannan's body tensed, shaking, gasping, fucked full and overwhelmed. She moaned lustily around Arwens cock.
"Come," Kaleb ordered.
Arwen growled. "Now, goddess. Fall apart for us."
She shattered, screaming, clenching around Kaleb as her vision went white. Kaleb cursed and spilled into her, his body shaking as he emptied himself deep inside.
Arwen wasn't finished.
He pulled her up, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and laid her out. "One more."
Her body shivered in anticipation, cunt dripping and ready.
He pushed inside, her cunt slick with Kaleb's cum, and fucked her fast and deep, until she begged for more. His fingers gripped her thighs tight. He bent down, kissing her mouth as he slammed into her again and again, and when she started to cry from overstimulation, he whispered, "That's it, goddess. Let me ruin you."
Her second orgasm hit harder, blinding, endless. Arwen groaned, his rhythm faltering, and then he filled her too, body shaking as he came with a growl against her neck.
She was limp. Boneless. Wet, wrecked, and radiant.
They laid her between them, stroking her skin, murmuring praise.
"You're everything," Kaleb said.
"She's ours now," Arwen whispered.
And with their warmth around her, she finally slipped into sleep.
She stood in a forest of glowing white trees. The air shimmered with magic. A silver river ran beside her feet.
The moon hung heavy in the sky, but there were two moons now. One bright. One bleeding.
In the distance, a voice echoed:
"The Chalice lies where moon meets flame...
where roots bleed gold...
and silence sings."
She turned. The forest began to burn. The river turned to smoke.
A shadow stood in the fire.
A man.
Tall. Hooded. Horned.
He raised his hand and whispered:
"He is coming."
Rhiannan jolted awake, body drenched in sweat, heart hammering.
Arwen stirred beside her. "What is it?"
She swallowed hard. "A location. A warning. And a man I've never seen."
Kaleb sat up. "Relics? Another mate possibly?"
She nodded slowly. "It's waiting. Somewhere alive. Somewhere dangerous."
Arwen muttered sleepily, "Shits always dangerous little moon."
She looked at them, voice fierce.
"We have to find the relics and that man. We have to." Her men nodded, already half asleep, wrapping their arms around her protectively. She fell back into a dreamless, but restless sleep.