More to come tonight.
“Who’s such a big boy?” I coo to my son. “Who’s Mama’s big boy?” Erick shrieks and gurgles, his arms held up high. “Ick!” he cries out in his approximation of his name. “That’s right!” I beam at him, holding my arms out towards him. “Erick is Mama’s big boy! You gonna fly to Mama?” I’ve been trying to encourage him to fly further and further. Apollo came by to do Erick’s six month checkup. He’s pleased with all of Erick’s progress, but he recommended that we start working on some of his godly powers. Though there is no rush to see where his magical affinity will sprout, it is best to have him exercise his skills so that he’s comfortable when that affinity does come. Instead, he pushes himself up to his feet and starts taking wobbly, unsteady steps towards me. “Oh, baby,” I chuckle. “You’ve gotta fly.” I start to levitate off of the floor and I see his little face scrunch up in anger. “No, Mama!”
“Demi, what are you doing?” I ask as I laugh at our triplets playing together. Calix is flying through the air, trying out his wings. Is he super graceful? Not at all. Is he coordinated? Nope. But is he going higher and further than he has before? Absolutely. I’m proud of our little guy. Demetrios is pulling what looks like an invisible rope to try and pull Calix back down to the ground. He’s gaining powers left and right and Apollo, who just did their nine-month check ups seems to think that the fact that they each have two siblings with various powers have shown them different things that it is possible for them to do. Of course, the second that Brison sees what Demetrios is doing, he comes to help his brother, Calix, and jumps right on top of Demetrios. It sends Demetrios and Brison flying head over heels into a pile of pillows that I put on the floor, (JoJo loves decorative pillows), and Calix is somewhat slingshot into the air, higher t
“Yes! Snack time!” I say when I walk into the living room, seeing my family all cuddled up in front of the TV and watching Bluey. I have never really been into TV until this show. It’s cute and short and keeps my attention, which is admittedly very short. What are you going to do when you are literally known for your speed? Josefina and Alexander turn, smiling at us. Demi is the first one to turn to see us and he cries out, “Daddy! Táta!” Suddenly, all three boys are on us, either with flapping wings, flying, or running with a small growl in the back of their throat. Jacob smiles and grabs Calix and Demi, hugging them tight and kissing their heads. I pick up Brison and give him the same treatment before Jacob and I switch kids. Thy chatter at us for a few seconds before hearing another Bluey episode begin. Then they are scrambling down back to sit in front of the TV. Jacob and I make our way to our mates. While Jacob
Holy shit, this is so damn hot. Alex’s mouth on my cock, JoJo’s pussy strangling my finger sheathed inside of her. All I need is a connection to Hermes. I turn to him as she starts to settle. “Kiss me, Hermes.” He turns to me, the cocky grin that is usually on his face completely wiped away by a dazed, lust-filled look. His left hand comes around and pulls my head towards his. The kiss isn’t well coordinated. It’s sloppy and wet and exactly what I wanted. Hermes given over to his carnal desires. No attempts at being sexy, he doesn’t need them. No trying to look good and self-assured, he doesn’t need to do that either. I just need him. I moan into Hermes’ mouth as Alex sinks even lower on my cock, my finger going into JoJo all the way down to the knuckle. She moans again, low and loud. “I need a cock inside of me.” Both of us turn to her, our eyes laser focused on her. Even Alex stops moving on me and loo
I hold out my fork to Kurt for him to try a bite of couscous. “I swear, you’ll like it!” Kurt looks at my fork dubiously. “It has vegetables in it.” I roll my eyes at him. “You eat vegetables at the restaurant!” “Yeah, and they’re covered in sauce or doused in butter,” he insists, still staring at my fork. I sigh. How can he be in such amazing shape and be so anti-vegetable, I have no idea. “And this has spicy and healthy fats. I swear to you it’s good. I made it just like my Ba makes it and he learned it from his, Jida (grandmother).” He still just stares at my fork like it’s poisoned. “Fine,” I shrug my shoulders and turn the fork, popping it into my mouth. I close my eyes in bliss. Ok, I was putting on a little bit of an act, but the food really is good. And it brings to mind cooking day long feasts with Ba and JoJo, Mom at our antics, and Papa trying not to notice the mess in his kitchen. Good memori
So fucking many feelings are roiling in my gut at Ollie’s ambush at the dinner table. Shame that my family is so fucked up and I am the only one that’s able to keep the lights on and a roof above our heads. Fear that if Fati finds out that my father fucked us over so much with his gambling debt that he killed himself. And that sent my mother into a spiral of depression and anxiety so bad that it started her addiction to alcohol and pills. And now I have to take care of everything. And anger that I’ve been called onto the fucking carpet. That I don’t feel like there’s anyone that I can share this burden with, especially not Fati. She’s the one bright spot in my life. And Ollie is putting that in jeopardy. Luckily, they managed to talk themselves out of pursuing that line of questioning by getting sidetracked by talking about Fati’s triplet nephews. Fati had tried to stop them from asking questions, but that pis
Do you know how humbling an experience it is to know that you are about to become a father? You’re not just in charge of that child’s education. That I can handle. I do it everyday on the training field with the Elite. Granted those guys are chronologically older than my child will be, but mentally… We’ll just say that it’s like working with toddlers some days. And those are the easy times. But it’s not just the educating of the kid. It’s taking care of them on a daily basis. It’s making sure that they’re fed and dressed and clean. It’s helping them play with other kids and negotiating fights and dealing with crushes and bullies and heartbreak. It’s teaching them how to be a good person. And how do I teach someone how to be a good person when I’ve been so horrible to my youngest brother? Ryder has had a complicated life in our family. He came along a long time after Grey was born and we thought that our family was com
“Hey, Eth,” I say, walking into the house and seeing my other brother in the kitchen, sipping a beer. I give him a little wave, but don’t move to give him a hug. I hug my parents and my sister, but I don’t hug my brothers. They hug each other, but…well that isn’t the relationship that we have with each other. And though this is a meeting for us to get to know each other better and bury the hatchet, I’m not going to push my luck. The fact that I clapped Nate on the shoulder was the most that I had touched either of my brothers outside of training in years. “Hey, Ryder. I meant to tell you how well you did in your spar against Tomas yesterday, but you ran off so quickly after training that I didn’t get to say anything,” Ethan says. He’s hesitant for a second and then walks towards me. I’m not sure what he’s planning on doing until h puts a hand up to clap around my shoulder. Not quit a hug, but much more friendly than it’s been for we
“Holy shit, Hermes. That feels amazing,” I moan feeling his hands knead deep into the tissue and muscle of my back. I can hear the smile in his voice as he talks to me. “I’ve got magic fingers love. I think all three of you know that by now.” I wiggle my ass against him, giggling. “I know of something else that’s magic.” He gives a low growl. “You keep doing that and we’re going to react how you got pregnant.” I chuckle, but really the massage feels too damn good to stop. I’m a few weeks out from my due date and my back has been killing me. This pregnancy is very different from my first pregnancy with our boys. Yeah, it was hard to carry them towards the end, but other than that I didn’t have any issues. With the girls, it’s been morning sickness, pulled muscles, heartburn, and difficulty sleeping. It has been rough. The doctors say that this normal. Each pregnancy is different. This one just happens to be really
I stalk the small demon through the wasteland that surrounds Tartarus, moving on silent feet as I move towards it. It’s smaller than a human child, but bigger than the rabbit-like creatures that I was eating before. As I’ve gained strength, my appetite has increased. For food. For violence. For sex. To sate my hunger, I’ve been hunting around the cave that we are holed up in. Luckily, we are on the outskirts of a small demon encampment. I’ve been able to find plenty of food. My need for violence has been slaked by hunting my prey. No guns here in the Underworld. I have to beat them to death. Bash their heads into the rocky ground. Literally tear them limb from limb. I usually end up covered in blood and ready for a fuck. Lilith has always been a good lay. Hell, she was the first woman that I’d ever been with, but that doesn’t mean that she wasn’t one of the best. She was wasted on Adam, that stupid, God-whipped little sit of
It’s dark. Cold. Or maybe it’s hot and I’m sweating? I don’t know. I do know that I can’t see, so I must be in a place that’s dark. There’s a presence near me, it feels dark. Like evil dark. Even in the pitch blackness of the room, I can see the shadowed outline of someone hovering around me. The room is pitch black, but even in a dark room there’s ambient light. His shape takes all of that light away. And not just the light. It seems to take away any body heat. Any place that the shape touches me is bone-chillingly cold.The sounds that I hear are insectile. Buzzing and chirping. Weird pops and clicks. But only whenever the shadow is in the room.I try to watch the shadow whenever it gets close. Are there antennas? Wings? Pincers? I can’t tell.Honestly, the shape just looks like a man. Tall. Stooped. Weak. Well, at least he looked that way when I first started seeing him. Now he’s taller. Stronger. And he walks with more confidence.The pops and c
My cell seems to be getting smaller and smaller as each day passes. It fluctuates from extreme cold to extreme heat. Either way, I’m dealing with frostbite or skin melting from the bottom of my feet. There was no where to lie down, no food, nothing to drink. All there was in the cell was pain and the thick coral wall that leads out of the cell. Yeah coral. You would think that I would have been held in by something more technological or magical or something. Not fucking coral. But what I didn’t realize is that coral rock, what the gate to my freedom is made of, no matter how hard it is compared to other things, is extremely hard when all you have are your hands to break it with. My powers don’t work here in Tartarus. Not my magick or my goddess powers. I’m basically weaker than a human because the only thing keeping me alive is the fact that I’m immortal. I have no food or water to rebuild my energy. I can’t sleep to re
It’s been a month since I went to find Fatima in her family’s cabin. A month of the two of us alone up in that cabin with nothing to do but each other. Every week, Jeremiah or one of his sons would bring us a few coolers of ready-made food that we only needed to heat up.Honestly, I have no idea how we managed to stay hydrated and fed throughout the month. I think we made it outside for a while? Maybe? My ass was sunburnt for a bit, so I’m assuming me were outside for a while. All I remember is a fuck ton of sex.But now we’re back in Texas, in our home. That’s right. Our home.And we’re getting ready for my own ascension ceremony to become lune of the Moon Goddess pack.I’m standing in the bathroom, finishing up shaving, when Fati walks in. Her hair has been done and she’s wearing one of my button-down shirts with the top two buttons undone and her tits on complete display. When she bends over to grab her make up case from under the sink, all I see are white lace booty short
I had agreed to participate in my first interaction with a couple earlier this week. According to Madame Lilac, I have been making good progress and the one mated couple that I worked with seemed to enjoy my direction. Though this wasn’t something that particularly got me aroused, it was good experience. I got some good ideas.But now, I’ll be working with a new couple. One of my choosing. Two women. Their descriptions sounded a lot like Kennedy and Amelia and I was hoping that I could at least get aroused. I needed something to take the edge off. It’s getting worse and worse lately, my wolf scratching at my insides for me to find some kind of sexual satisfaction other than my hand.I never would have imagined that it would actually have been Kennedy and Amelia to open the door and come in with Madame Lilac. How could I?Suddenly, my dick is standing straight up and pushing at my zipper. Fuck me! His is going to be like something out of a fucking dream.Holy hell, this isn’t
The inside of Impulse is beautiful. Brown marble covers the floor, the walls painted in muted colors to mimic a forest. Trees, vines, and flowers grow up from mulched and grassy areas in the floor. The branches of the trees weave together up the two-story walls and across the ceiling. The chairs are plush, the tables set with fine linens and even the scent of the place is exquisite. And sitting at a dark wooden bar is a woman dressed like a sexy schoolmarm, sipping from a glass of whiskey. She’s older, but it doesn’t take away from her beauty or her allure. She scents us the second we walk into the room, delicate flaring her nostrils. When she turns, her eyes meet ours and she smiles broadly. She walks towards us, her arms wide open to us, “You must be Amelia and Kennedy. I’m Madame Lilac, the mistress of Impulse. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” She wraps me in a hug as I respond, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Madame. I’m Amelia and thi
I couldn’t really process the changes in Kurt’s body when he was standing before me. My thoughts were too hazy with the need to feel him inside of me. The need to cum. The need to complete the matebond. But when I feel him press all of himself inside of me, the stretch makes me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. But his teeth sinking inside of my skin sends me into an automatic toe-curling, back-bending, full-throated screaming orgasm. My pussy clamps down on every inch of Kurt’s hard length inside of me and my nails bit into the skin of his back. My hips move erratically as I writhe with the pleasure that seems to have made my senses completely leave my body. The entire time, Kurt’s teeth stay embedded in my mating mark and he gives sharp, quick rutting movements of his hips before her growls loudly and I can feel his cum spill inside of me. When I finally come down from my high, Kurt pulls back enough to seal my marking spot. He hasn
The second that Fati takes back the rejection, the low-level buzz where our fingers touched turned into full-fledged sparks that covered my entire body. They were comforting, full of love and the hope of the matebond. But they also caused a level of arousal within me that I was hard pressed to ignore. The smile on my face has my cheeks hurting with how wide it is and I can’t help but grab Fati’s face and pull her to me. My lips devour hers and my hands move to wrap around her hips as I pull her to straddle me. She gasps and I use that to plunge my tongue inside of her mouth. Inside my hide, my wolf is howling at finally having his mate in his arms again. That howl quickly turns into a growl of pleasure as she plasters her body against mine and she grinds against my half hard cock. I have to tell her how happy I am that she has accepted me, but I can’t find the strength to pull myself away from her lips. For the first time, I initiate a mindli