Seizing Year Four (Grim Reaper Academy 4)

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t be.” His voice was low and

husky. “You’re here.” He dug his fingers into my sides, as if squeezing my flesh until it bruised made me real. “You’re here with us.”

I looked past his shoulder at GC, Sariel, and Francis. After what had happened in the cavern, we’d found our way to my room at the top of the North Tower. GC had removed half of his clothes, and he was just getting rid of his boxer briefs, his hard cock bouncing free. Sariel and Francis were still shy around me. They’d only joined my little harem – as I liked to call it jokingly – last spring, and they were learning to share me with the false god and the demon, who were, naturally, more daring when it came to fucking. Paz and GC knew me. They knew what I liked, how I liked it, and they knew there were no limits to what they were allowed to do to me. The wilder, the better.

GC jumped on the bed, next to us, and pushed Paz firmly off me. The demon growled, which made me chuckle. I loved it when they fought over me like this. It made me feel like I was important, like I mattered.

“Shh, there’s plenty for everyone.” I reached out for GC and kissed him fiercely on the lips. He tasted of apple cider and pot. His favorite combination when he was stressed and needed to take the edge off. He’d surely had to take the edge off today. The first day of school, which we’d all skipped… We were skipping right now, arms and legs entangled, while the other students were in class.

GC started pulling at my clothes, carelessly, not at all interested in preserving their integrity. Maybe he’d forgotten I was penniless and couldn’t afford to buy myself a lousy pair of jeans. They’d dressed me all summer.

In turn, I started pulling at Pazuzu’s clothes, since GC had already taken the burden of his out of the way. As a shifter, he was a huge fan of walking around in all his naked glory, flaunting his six pack, ripped arms and thighs, and that perfect cock in its nest of golden hair, like his body had been built to be worshipped and adored. Oh, how I loved to worship him, though. On my knees, lips wrapped around that beautiful shaft, eager to earn the hot cum he’d shoot down my throat.

My tattoos came into view one by one. The sun and moon under my boobs, the fox on my right side, Corri’s detailed, realistic portrait on my shoulder blades… Geometrical figures, stars, flowers and birds scattered here and there, everywhere.

Garments out of the way and on the floor, we were three bodies, hot and needy, rolling around on the bed. Paz and GC were fighting for dominance, and my breasts and perfectly shaved pussy were their battlefield. As GC sucked on my nipples and Paz pulled my legs apart to bury his head between them, I made eye contact with Sariel. He was looking at me with hungry eyes, his hands trembling slightly as he undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. I licked my lips invitingly.

Francis had pulled an armchair closer to the bed, and was currently lounging in it, fully dressed, his cock hard in his pants, his arms resting on the armrests, hands curled into fists, so he wouldn’t touch himself. He was a strange fellow, my Francis. He liked to watch. It turned him on tremendously, but he refused to jack off, he refused to even release his painful erection from the confines of his uniform trousers. He’d wait until the guys were done with me, because he knew I’d come to him, eventually, my skin covered in sweat, my blue hair disheveled, my pussy dripping with hot cum, hungry for more, hungry for him.

My Francis was a voyeur, and fuck! Did that turn me on! He was just like me. Revenant. Ravenous. Making himself wait and suffer as the rest of us had orgasm after orgasm was punishment for what he was and what he had to do regularly to stay the way he was.

I beckoned to Sariel, and the Fallen One stepped closer. His shirt was off, but his pants were still on. I rolled my eyes and pushed Paz and GC off me, so I could crawl to the edge of the bed and pull at the archangel’s belt. Yes, to me Sariel was still an archangel. I released his long, thick cock, and took the engorged head in my mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of his pre-cum. Everything Sariel’s body produced was simply divine. They might have taken his wings and cast him out of Heaven, but he was still a piece of divine perfection. All over his body, his hair was blond and soft, his skin was pearly and velvety, and his saliva, his sweat, his cum… they all tasted like exotic fruits dipped in honey. For that, and for many other reasons, Sariel Gracewing was still an archangel to me.

Pazuzu moved behind me and positioned his cock at my wet entrance. I arched my back and spread my legs to give him better access. As I took more and more of Sariel’s cock in my mouth, Paz pushed himself inside me, and my pussy received him greedily, my walls throbbing around him, sucking him in deeper, until the tip of his shaft hit my cervix, and fireworks exploded behind my closed lids. It was so sensual, so cathartic… the way the demon’s cock filled me and rubbed all the good spots inside me, spots I would have never been able to reach with my fingers. Not that I’d ever tried… Having four boyfriends meant I never had to pleasure myself alone, unless it was to titillate them.

It didn’t take long. I was starved. We were both starved. Paz thrust a couple of times, then I felt him lean into me and hold my hips in place as he shot his seed deep within me. I moaned around Sariel’s cock, my orgasm hitting me like a wave, then retreating just as quickly as it came. I needed more. I released Sariel and sat up to look into his eyes. He got the hint, and pushed me on my back, just as Paz pulled out of me and moved aside. GC whined when he saw he wasn’t going to be next, so I grabbed his cock and rubbed it firmly, spreading the translucent beads that had gathered at the slit to shut him up.

The Fallen One was on top of me, his weight barely noticeable. After all this time, I still couldn’t quite comprehend how he was so light when he was pretty ripped himself, though not as much as GC and Paz, who’d made fitness their second religion. I wasn’t sure what their first was… Me, perhaps. I liked to think that…

It made sense his bones needed to be light, so he could fly, although he wasn’t doing much of that lately, was he? I liked him on top of me. He was gentle and caring. He never made the first step, so I always had to reach between us and guide his cock inside me. The second he was buried deep, he’d close his eyes and simply stay like that for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of my body and the tightness of my pussy. He did the same routine this time, but I didn’t mind it. Unlike GC and Paz who were rough, always in a rush and all over the place, Sariel felt safe and stable. Like I could count on him… Like I could count on the long, intense orgasms he gave me.

He opened his eyes, and I placed my hands on his cheeks. GC would have to wait a little bit longer. He protested when I released his cock, but his hand was as good as mine, and would have to do for now. Paz made a trip to the fridge, got himself a beer, then came to lie on his back next to me and Sariel. He threaded his fingers through my hair as the archangel fucked me nice and slow.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Sariel’s handsome face. I was in love with his blue eyes, straight nose, high cheekbones, soft lips… The man who’d bullied me so brutally… He was mine now, and I was his. He’d lost his wings, and somehow, that made it all okay. He was deep inside me, his cock rubbing against my G-spot, and all was forgiven. Sometimes I felt like he was the most loyal of all, since he had so much to atone for. We looked into each other’s eyes as we moved faster and rougher. The sound of our lovemaking filled the room, and when he slammed his hips harder against me, the bed started creaking under us.

“Ugh, come on,” GC whined. “You’ve been going at it forever. Dude, make her cum, so we can all move on with our lives.”

“Shut up,” Sariel said through gritted teeth.

I smiled up at him. It took him longer to come. He didn’t like having an audience, especially when that audience was a very impatient false god who was waiting for his turn. Paz didn’t annoy him as much, and Francis was easy to ignore. That was why I always tried to focus on Sariel and Sariel alone when we made love, because I knew he needed to feel like it was only the two of us to let himself go. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He buried his hea

d in my neck.

“Mmm… like that,” I whispered in his ear. “Right there. Harder.”

For an ex-archangel, he sure liked it when I talked dirty. But I needed to build it up, whisper it to him gently, as if I was making a love confession, not describing how I wanted to be fucked.

“Mmm… I love your cock. I love it when you fuck my cunt like there’s no tomorrow…” I knew the guys could hear me. Supernaturals and their sharp hearing… “Fuck my cunt.” He liked that word. It was crude and forbidden. A man simply didn’t talk like that to the woman he loved, so he didn’t. He never used it. I’d never heard him say it, even though he’d called me kuchka plenty of times when he’d hated my guts. But that was different, wasn’t it? When you said a bad word in a language that wasn’t yours, your subconscious didn’t quite register it as a bad word. “Fuck my cunt, baby. Just like that…” He came with a strained moan, jaw clenched tightly, and eyes squeezed shut. When Sariel came, it was as if it hurt him, as if he was in more pain than pleasure. He came hard and long, filling my pussy to the brim, and I could almost imagine him pouring all his love and hate into it, into me, adoring me and cursing me at the same time, claiming me as his property, then pulling out and looking at me like I was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

He grabbed my jaw with a shaky hand, looked into my eyes as his own filled with tears at the corners, and dived in for a desperate kiss. But no matter how charged the relationship between us was, how heavy and confusing the feelings we shared, he never hurt me. Never even bit my tongue or my lips. When we parted, and GC finally pulled me over to him, I could still feel Sariel on my skin, in my mouth, in my pussy… as if his very energy had attached itself to me and wouldn’t let go until forced by one of my other lovers.

GC liked to put on a show. He dragged me out of the bed, like a big cat that liked to play with its prey before it devoured it. A big cat, GC was not. When he shifted, he was a golden bull with deadly horns and a cute, wet nose. But only I was allowed to say it was cute.

“You like to watch,” he chuckled at Francis. “Watch this.”

Francis merely lifted an eyebrow. GC didn’t impress him. None of the guys impressed him. The revenant only had eyes for me. When he looked at me, he didn’t see their hands fondling my breasts or pinching my nipples. He saw my breasts and my nipples. He didn’t see their cocks ramming into my pussy, he saw my pussy pink and swollen with pleasure. He saw my body. He heard my cries of pain, desire, lust. He saw my lips, my tongue darting out to wet them, my flushed cheeks, my arched back, my round ass, and my bouncing tits. And he liked all of it. He drank me in with his eyes, and then, when I was fully satiated after hours of sex with Paz, GC, and Sariel, he knew I’d come to him and ride him slowly and lazily.