cock of yours while Stavros fills you up,” Devya said.
Her words were a spell. For the first time in my life I didn’t give a fuck whether God did or didn’t approve of my sexuality, I just wanted to be with these two people, touching them, being touched by them. Stavros held my face in one hand, my balls in the other, our chests pressing together with every labored, moaning breath.
“I want to fill my mouth with you. To taste you as Stavros kisses you until you can barely breathe.”
I made a sound like a wounded animal into the kiss, white lightning starting to threaten to crack and send me tumbling out of this heavy, heady place and into an inferno.
“Now that’s an idea,” Stavros said, pulling away from the kiss.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to—”
“Hang on, Zach,” Stavros said, and then he pushed on my chest, Deyva scooting back to hold me in her arms, my aching, pounding cock suddenly beating like a drum and with no one to touch it.
And then Stavros was on his hands and knees, hovering over my twitching length, licking his lips and smiling up at me. “This good?”
Oh, fuck. I gaped at him and he started to sit up. No! I reached out, grabbing his face and pulling it back to my crotch without thinking, his warm breath skidding over my swollen cock, making it leak.
“Yes, Father,” I said, holding his gaze, grinning with him for a moment.
He licked once, and I thought I might explode. He must’ve known how close I was because he didn’t tease or hesitate, just wrapped those wide lips around me and started to suck, sliding right down and circling my base with his hands.
I shouted and bucked, tapping the back of his throat and making him grunt around me. Deyva’s lips were against my temple.
“We’ve got you. You’re so beautiful. Just let go, Zach, it’s alright.”
It was more than alright. It was blindingly bright and scorching. It was wet and dense. Stavros’ happy hum as he lapped at my length did me in, Deyva’s hands stroking my chest and comforting me as I shattered, arching in her embrace, fucking Stavros’ mouth as I came, and came, and fucking came. Like I hadn’t ever really done it before. Like I was feeling this all for the first time. Stavros sucked and I whined, trying to escape the sting and sweet heat, Deyva kissing my cheek and making a soft sound in my ear, almost like a purr.
“Do you want to taste him or do you want to watch me finish him?” Deyva asked.
“Both,” I said, not really thinking it through, just sagging into the weightless feeling that was taking over.
Stavros pulled away, giving me one last pat and a wet kiss on my hip, and then I twisted just in time to watch Deyva tackle him down to the mattress. Stavros’ head hit the wall as she swallowed him whole, his hands diving into her hair. I’d thought I lost control as I came, but Stavros was almost brutal by comparison, scooping up Deyva’s hair in his hands, grabbing onto her horns, and fucking her mouth wildly and without pause. She hummed, her eyes shining gold, and then green, lashes batting as Stavros’ stomach swelled and then trembled.
“Oh, fuck, babe, Zach! Fuck!”
I pushed myself around on wobbly arms and took Stavros’ mouth in a kiss as Deyva finished him, swallowing his shocked bellow against my tongue, tasting myself there. One of Deyva’s hands slid up his chest and covered mine over his heart, the pair of us sharing the pounding rhythm under our fingertips as Stavros came and then sank into soft shudders.
Deyva sat up, squeezing my hand and I turned her to her next, ready and waiting. Her mouth met mine, hungrier than before, and her tongue was coated in Stavros, bitter and salt and musk. We licked each other, moaned and chased every bite and suck and stroke. Stavros pulled Deyva up his chest, and the three of us were one complicated circle of legs and arms and lips until I lost track of whose mouth was on my neck, whose hand was in my hair, whose skin I was stroking.
If this was sin, it was divine.
19
Feasts of Flesh and Touch
Azariah
“Holy Mother of Beelzebub,” I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut as I pulled on the flight feather on my right wing. Fire burned up my back from my twisted position, and agony ran through the muscles of