Luther led the way to their apartments, walking in the middle of the chain that the Le Fey union formed. The mansion stairs were wide enough for them to walk in a V, and he imagined that if they added any more partners, they should soon form a diamond. He wondered how many new suitors might approach them before he left for the mountains, and how many challengers might arise in the interim. He hoped for minimal attempts on both counts, but lying low might not be an option after his display at the Duke’s castle.
The closer they stepped to the apartment’s door, the more difficult it became to worry about the future. Tomorrow, and its problems, were far away. They stood opposite a bed-shaped gulf, and Luther knew he had an hour or more before sleep. A glass of water, a fire in the fireplace, a warm bed with soft pillows and smooth sheets waited for them.
Luther opened the apartment door and gestured for the ladies to precede him inside. They did so, each nodding their thanks. Typically, a servant performed such duties. The absence of one suggested that their chatter and flirting in the dining room had reached the staff, who gave them their privacy.
The maids had lit the fireplace in the main chamber and set a table with wine and small desserts behind the sofa. Everyone relaxed as they entered the now-familiar space they called theirs. This private sanctum was a place where no guests had trodden. It was their domain.
“Wine, my lord?” Eira asked, handing him a glass of it. The light-red wine clung to the sides of the glass as it swirled within its chamber.
“Thank you,” Luther said, not drinking it, but toasting with it. He raised the glass toward them, holding it out to declare his intent. “To our union.”
Helena raised her glass, pressing it against his. “To our might.”
Rhosyn raised her glass. She joined it to the others, forming a triangle as she tilted her head and selected her toast. “To our cheer.”
“To our success,” Jowangshin said, raising her glass to form a square with the others.
Eira joined them, turning the square into a circle. “To our love.”
Luther imagined the toast Criella might make. The glowing crystals in the walls didn’t display her. She must be in the library. If she were here and able to participate, he imagined she’d toast to their adventure.
“To our next adventure,” Luther said, finishing the toast. The glasses clinked, and each member took a sip of their wine. The sweet taste coated his tongue, turning his breath into something sugary and delicious.
Luther set his glass down and reached for Helena. He kissed her, tasting the wine on her lips and tongue as their breaths mingled. He was gentle, careful, as if afraid to break her, but Helena showed no such restraint. Her kiss was full of passion and longing, as if she’d missed him from a long journey away.
Their kiss made the others smile, and they laughed as Rhosyn tugged on Helena’s silver sleeve.
Helena turned away from Luther and kissed Rhosyn, passing the kiss to her. Their lips and tongues danced while the others watched, a rosy blush forming on Jo’s cheeks as she realized she was next. Soon enough, Rhosyn disengaged from Helena with a smile and turned, putting her arm around Jo. Jo kissed her and held out her wineglass. Helena took it from her and set it aside. Now free, Jo let her fingers trace the line of Rhosyn’s jaw from her ear to her chin. When the slow trail ended, she left the kiss and turned toward Eira.
Eira gave Luther her wine glass, and he set it upon the table. Then Eira and Jo kissed. Eira put both hands on the other woman’s muscular torso, leaving one on her hip. She slid the other along her firm abs until she came to Jo’s breast beneath her silk robe. She squeezed, which made Jo gasp and end the kiss.
Eira then turned toward Luther, and they kissed while their hands roamed each other. She kept one hand on his butt, and the other roamed to his front, sliding outside of his trousers until she found what she wanted and squeezed.
Luther’s breath hitched at the forwardness, but the thrill of it sent a shiver through him. He groped her in return, letting his hands slide along the fine linen of her emerald dress. She didn’t gasp, but she smiled through their kiss, breaking it enough for Luther to turn to find Helena waiting for him.
Helena slid her hands over Luther’s shoulders, taking off his jacket. Eira helped, catching it and laying it over a nearby armchair without leaving the circle or breaking the spell that had fallen over them. Luther returned Helena’s favor by unhooking the top of her dress between her shoulder blades, but he didn’t have time to unfasten every button before Helena broke the kiss.
Rhosyn and Helena kissed as Luther continued his work. He unfastened the buttons on the back of Helena’s silver dress until it split open from the dimples at the bottom of her spine to the top. The halves fell open to reveal her white undergarments, opening like lily petals.
Helena, meanwhile, helped Rhosyn out of her dress while they kissed, and continued her work as Rhosyn kissed Jo. The cycle continued, with each woman coming undone in degrees as the kiss traveled between them.
Jo turned her kiss to Eira, who found that turning her back to Luther gave him access to unfasten her dress as Rhosyn unfastened Jo’s. The kiss spread and grew in heat with each pressing of lips. Their quick fingers unfastened their clothes and dresses, leaving the women in their muslin petticoats. The dance between their tongues quickened its tempo, and what started as a slow, tender plod became a tango. Raw passion began as tenderness, which burned away as they relinquished their self-control.
Luther’s shirt came off next, with Eira and Helena tugging it over his head before Eira kissed him. He crushed her petticoats as he embraced her, but left removing them to Jo as he turned toward Helena and kissed her. Formal garments had their challenges, but removing them piece by piece and layer by layer allowed them to take their time and enjoy themselves.
Warmth from the fireplace washed over them, keeping them comfortable and even encouraging Luther to remove his clothes. Their kiss continued, and with each passing, the petticoats came off like the dresses before them, with the surrounding partners working together to coordinate their unfastening.
Helena let her petticoat fall once Rhosyn turned to kiss Jo, after Luther had undone the clasps and string holding it in place. She stood in her stays and shift, admiring Jo, who hadn’t worn the more formal gowns to dinner.
Jo’s robe fell aside, and she was naked as she passed the kiss to Eira. The deep lines of her muscles aroused Luther, especially when combined with her soft breasts and feminine silhouette. Watching her stand between Eira and Rhosyn, the slender, graceful twins in their unfastened petticoats, made him stiffen and yearn to drag everyone into the bedchamber.
Instead, the kissing and touching continued, tongues dancing as hands wandered and squeezed with affection. The teasing touches weren’t enough to draw anyone to the edge. They stoked the fires in gusts and sparks, driving Luther to want more as Eira and Helena’s lips whetted his appetite and sharpened his hunger.
Untying the strings of each stays proved a difficult task. The binding undergarments were softer than corsets, but had just as many sewn buttonholes to unlace. Helena helped him by flexing her back and moving her shoulders together to create slack. Once the string was loose through the holes, the stays fell forward. That left Helena, Eira, and Rhosyn in their shifts, the shapeless white garments that covered from their scooped necklines to their knees. The soft flesh of their breasts hung loose on Helena and Jo, though neither dropped far. Eira and Rhosyn didn’t droop without their stays; the wide necklines of their shifts letting their nipples slip into view as they moved.
Luther was still in his trousers, but Eira and Helena unlaced his boots as Jo and Rhosyn kissed. Each woman knelt on either side of him, with Helena in her stockings and Eira in her shift, making it difficult for him to withstand the strain against his trousers.
Jo’s muscular form crushed Rhosyn’s shift between their bodies, outlining Rhosyn’s graceful form as her areola stiffened against the fabric. Her neckline fell aside, exposing one breast as Jo moved the kiss from her lips to her neck. Rhosyn stretched her long neck and lifted her chin, closing her eyes as she reveled in the attention.
Luther stepped out of his boots as the kiss moved between Jo and Eira. Their embrace broke the silence between them as Eira moaned her pleasure into Jo’s mouth. Jo responded as if electrified, throwing herself into the kiss even as Eira ended it and turned toward Luther with a haze of lust coating her expression.
Eira unfastened his belt and trousers as she kissed him. Her tongue wrestled his, and she moaned once more as Luther’s hand squeezed her exposed breast, as the shift’s large neckline allowed it to slide off one shoulder. She surged toward him, but Luther turned aside from her and beckoned Helena to him.
From behind, Eira lowered his trousers as he turned and kissed Helena. Helena used her free hands to wander over his body and find his length between them once Eira exposed him. She tightened her grip on it, squeezing her affection into him as she stroked him. He was steel in her hand; their foreplay making him hard enough to show his arousal for anyone who looked, even before they removed his trousers. Helena’s fingers flexed around him as she played with him while they kissed. Then, her hand left him, and she removed her shift before she turned to kiss Rhosyn.
Rhosyn climbed Helena as they kissed, throwing her arms around the taller woman’s neck. She hoisted herself up as she wrapped her bare thighs around the woman’s waist and hooked her stocking-clad calves behind her. Helena held her, standing as Rhosyn obscured her front, but acting as if there were no added weight.
Rhosyn’s lithe and waifish form seemed airy in her shift compared to Helena’s naked muscle. The healed skin from Helena’s burns was fresh and so pale it glowed in the firelight. Silver ribbons marked the difference between her stockings and her thighs. With her platinum blonde hair, Helena was as white as her shift. Her smooth skin was flawless porcelain. If it weren’t for her height and the lines of her thick muscles in her arms, torso, and legs, she might have appeared to be a doll.
Rhosyn slid to the floor, letting her feet land after several minutes of kissing. Luther didn’t know why he, Eira, and Jo didn’t kiss in the interim, but they watched the kiss like an unspoken rule of reverence. The kisses were becoming longer and more passionate. Each meeting of the lips and wrestling of the tongues transferred their love and passion from one to the other, letting it grow and bloom. Each point of contact allowed more life to flow into them, and the bonds between them strengthened in the forge of their passion.
Rhosyn removed her shift, standing in her stockings that reached an inch above her knees. She’d fastened them with red ribbons at the sides, holding them in place. Jo wore none, and her leg slid between Rhosyn’s as they kissed, hooking around one of her calves from the inside.
Jo turned and kissed Eira, letting her other thigh slide between Eira’s legs as Eira rolled her hips over it, the shift catching against her. Eira removed her shift and kissed Luther, grabbing and stroking him as Helena had on her turn.
Now that they were naked, Luther broke the circle. Instead of turning toward Helena and kissing her, he reached for her hand. She took his, and he held her and Eira’s hands.
“Come with me,” Luther said, walking backward toward his bedchamber and pulling them with him. Of course, he doubted he could move Helena without her willingness or an arcanum at play, but she walked with him once more. She reached out and took Rhosyn’s hand. Eira took Jo’s, forming the chain of the union once more. Jo and Rhosyn didn’t complete the chain, but left room for their missing member.
Perhaps that was unintentional on their part, but Luther appreciated it. Together, they moved into the bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. Helena kissed Luther, resuming the exchange of passion between them, but she didn’t grab his dick. Instead, she lifted him and set him on the bed with a grunt.
“Are you okay?” Luther asked, knowing that he wasn’t light, but Helena’s strength, even without her arcanum, was enough to move more than him. Still, she winced in pain after the motion.
Helena ignored the discomfort, nodded, and passed the kiss to Rhosyn. This time, when they kissed, Jo and Eira kissed too, leaving Luther alone on the bed as he watched them. He scooted toward the pillows atop the sheets, and the girls stopped kissing to strip off the stockings. They piled into the bed with Helena and Rhosyn on his right, and Eira and Jo on his left.
Rhosyn and Jo kissed, their lips meeting as they stood on their knees with his hips between them. Helena and Eira moved closer and kissed either side of his neck as their hands wandered lower. Eira’s hand wrapped around his shaft, her graceful fingers not as firm as Helena’s, but her strokes proved slower and more loving in her touch. Helena’s hand found his balls, and Luther’s eyes flew wide with momentary fear, but she kept her grip light, and her fingertips remained soft against him as she fondled him.
Jo and Rhosyn broke their kiss as they had a silent conversation, and Rhosyn shifted aside so that Jo could straddle Luther on her knees. His tip tapped against her as Eira stroked him, and Rhosyn moved behind Jo, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts as Jo rose and fell over his length. She enveloped the top of his cock, still standing on her knees over him, while Eira pumped him with her hand. The sensation was wondrous, while the sight before him was a masterpiece of lust.
Helena scooted closer to him, and he gestured to direct her as she leaned toward him, feeding her breast to his lips. He kissed it, then let his tongue explore the soft curve under her breast as he sucked on her nipple and squeezed her other breast in one hand, and Eira’s in his other. Eira shifted, arching to give him better access, keeping her hand on his dick, squeezing him as Jo rode him, dropping far enough to trap Eira’s hand.
Rhosyn’s hands wandered low on Jo’s body, searching out every pinpoint of pleasure that made Jo flex and moan. Her hand trailed over Jo’s abs as her fingers slid past her pelvic belt and reached the end of her pubic mound. Rhosyn’s long, graceful fingers stretched, and her fingertips rubbed tiny circles with gentle pressure at the top of Jo’s pussy.
Jo’s warmth washed over Luther as she coated him, and the hot, wet vice of her inner muscles clenched and relaxed in waves as she rose and fell. Meanwhile, Eira continued pumping him from below. She lowered her hand as Jo descended and raised it as Jo rose, matching her pace and speed. She acted as if she were attached to both of them and refused to release either.
Luther couldn’t hold his focus as Helena took his hand, removed it from her breast, and placed it between her legs. Instinct took over, and his fingers curled to find her hidden pleasures wet and waiting for him. She humped his hand, urging him onward as she pressed his fingers inside her, pleasuring herself with his fingers more than he was pleasuring her.
Eira gasped as the flex of his fingers inside Helena caused him to pinch Eira’s nipple without thinking. He released her, but she grabbed his hand before it could escape and put it back.
“I didn’t say stop,” Eira said. “Keep going.” She hooked her leg over his torso, rubbing herself against his hip. The warmth from her made him stiffen further inside Jo, who descended far enough once Eira moved her hand to take his full length inside her. She remained where she was, low in his lap, and rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing herself with Rhosyn’s fingers trapped between them.
Jo reached behind her and pleasured Rhosyn the same way, rubbing and fingering her as Rhosyn rubbed her with one hand and groped her breasts with the other.
“Gods above,” Luther panted, doing his best to hold back his eruption.
“Don’t blaspheme,” Jo warned, but she smiled when she said it. “Cum for me, husband, I want you to erupt inside me.”
Luther closed his eyes, wanting to do just that but knowing he wasn’t ready yet. He would be soon, though. The tense muscles in his legs were tensing and flexing without his conscious effort. The pleasure flowed between them, each movement sparking a fresh surge as their passion grew frantic.
Eira rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him in short but rapid motions that made her sweat as her breathing quickened and her body tensed. Helena moaned and let her head rock back as Luther flicked his tongue over her thick pink nipple, while fingering her, or letting her finger herself with his hand. It was tough to tell from the way she sometimes let him work, and sometimes held him against herself, as if afraid he’d pull away, or soften his touch.
Jo rocked on his shaft, moaning as she lifted her head. Rhosyn bit her neck, sucking and kissing as they fingered each other, with Rhosyn hugging Jo from behind.
The cycle continued. Passion and pleasure flowed from Eira through Luther into Helena and Jo to Rhosyn, back to Jo, Luther, Eira, and Helena. Luther rode the tide as the waves surged toward the shore, rushing toward the inevitable beach with breathy gusts and low, keening moans rising from the depths.
Eira and Helena came first, seizing him and overwhelming his senses as they clung to him. Luther arched his back, clenching his teeth as he struck the end of his journey and erupted into Jo. Jo shivered and curled forward, her body tensing until it vibrated. She shook as she came, her long black hair shaking with ripples of pleasure as Rhosyn squeezed her from behind, holding her upright and in place.
Rhosyn herself let out a muffled cry of pleasure as Jo turned enough to kiss her, then moved her lips to Rhosyn’s pale neck, where she bit and sucked. Seeing his opportunity, Luther brushed his spirit against Rhosyn’s, not to distract her, but to make the request. Rhosyn nodded, understanding his intent, and showing more trust in him than she had of late.
Luther shifted his spirit to the swirling lust of Rhosyn’s, matching her and joining her spirit to his. Rhosyn crashed sideways as pleasure overtook her and Luther, making him shake beneath a surprised Jo.
Helena caught Rhosyn, and Jo fell to the other side, joining Eira as Luther slid out of her. Rhosyn trembled from the overwhelming sense of pleasure, and Luther released her spirit, leaving her to her orgasm as it devoured her. The pleasant buzz of post-orgasmic bliss clung to him, dragging his shoulders to the mattress beneath him.
He rested against the pillows behind his head, and every muscle they possessed released its tension. Sweat glistened on Luther’s brow from the bodies surrounding him, but he didn’t care. None of them did. The pile of bodies cuddled together, limbs sliding over limbs and torsos crushing against torsos without a single thought spared for discomfort. No such discomfort existed in any position after the bliss they’d experienced.
Luther found his life, his sense of love, and the peace between them full to the brim. He turned his head and found Criella lying naked at the far end of the bed. She wasn’t asleep, but her face was peaceful, with the merest hint of a smile. Had she watched? Or she’d felt the connection stir into passion and arrived in time to join them in sleep, if she could sleep. She likely couldn’t, but she’d rejoin them in the flesh soon enough. As it was, he was happy to have her spirit with them.
The others didn’t seem to notice, but Luther couldn’t blame them. His exhaustion from the day was catching up with him. Despite the energizing effects of his release, relaxation sank him into the bed, anchored by his wives. He blinked, trying to keep his eyes open, but the blinks were sluggish, his eyes opening less each time.
Tomorrow, the work began. For now, Luther enjoyed the peace that settled into his heart. He reached toward Criella, and she rested her hand over his. Her long, shiny black nails made no indentation on the sheets beneath them, but that didn’t matter. They were happy for now, and once Luther completed his next quest, they’d be able to live happily ever after.