An invisible shaft started moving in and out of me as Odin worked the slippery head of his erection into my other entrance. I moaned from the dark pleasure of that plum tip breaching me with a physical pop as Re filled my mouth with his gleaming, gold-dusted rod. He poured his glass of champagne over my chest and hastily leaned over me and sucked the liquid off my breasts. His tongue trailed through the valley between my breasts and then slowly up the side, making sure to get every drop as he made his way to the peak. I wanted to hold his head to me tighter but my hands were full of my other lovers.
“Are you fucking her ass?” Toby asked as a hand I assumed was his trailed down my belly and rubbed my clit in slow, fascinated swirls.
“The Wolf helped Vervain move past all of her sexual hangups,” Odin's voice was low and sexy as his cock worked its way deeper.
I shuddered around him, my body pulling him in greedily.
“I've never done that before,” Toby murmured.
“Lala's ass is made for sin, with the most delightfully tight, tiny, pink hole,” Re groaned around my nipple. “I had to fuck it at least once a day on our honeymoon. You simply must try it.”
“My ass is not a damn piece of chocolate to be sampled,” I pulled away from Re's cock to say.
Odin slid himself all the way in with both his magical and physical cock, and I moaned.
“What was that, Lala?” Re asked in a teasing tone.
“I said; you're next, Toby,” I purred.
Toby's eyes widened, and then he started to smile.
Re cried out and spilled sweetly down my throat; his hands clenching on my breasts as he did. He drew away at last as I sucked him clean, and I finally lifted my head for a beautiful view of Odin. He pulled me back down the table so I could rest my head better, his body bucking against mine as he held my legs tightly against his chest. He had the time to take his clothes off and was magnificent in the candlelight; his massive muscles golden and slick with sweat as the fresh scent of him rolled over me.
The other men had taken seats around the table to watch and wait their turn. They stroked me covetously, fingers circling nipples and my clit, as my flesh rippled from Odin's powerful thrusts. Then Odin shouted out his release and pulled out of me to come across my belly. I reached down to rub him as he did, and he shivered as he hands clenched on my thighs.
When Odin came down from his erotic high, he cleaned me off with one of the wet towels they'd been using, and Toby and Trevor moved forward.
“Enough of this shit,” Trevor said as he lifted me off the table. “You can have her ass, I want that sweet pussy.”
Trevor and Toby had both undressed and surrounded me in glorious, muscled, male flesh. Trevor placed one of my arms around his shoulders and moved the other around Toby's while they faced each other and sandwiched me. The position put my lower half flat between them while my upper half twisted to face outward. It gave me the ability to divide my kisses between them. I was kissing Toby when Trevor lifted one of my legs up along his side and Toby took the other. They hooked my knees over their elbows, suspending me between them. And then Trevor slid into me. I felt Toby at my back entrance, his cock slick with something. I glanced over at him with a question in my eyes.
“Olive oil,” Toby said with a grin. “It's good for the skin.”
I gasped as Toby slipped inside slowly while Trevor started a steady pounding. But soon, they got a matching rhythm going with one sliding in as the other came out. My mind couldn't wrap itself around the pleasure. My head rolled deliriously on my neck like a broken doll. Trevor had his free hand working my breast, and Toby sucked greedily on my throat.
“Fuck!” Toby lifted his head and groaned. “You were right, Re; this is mind-blowing.”
“When it comes to sex, I'm always right,” Re's voice had gone low and sexy.
The way Toby held my leg up and out toward him, put us on display for the other men. Our audience took it as their due; watching us with lascivious stares as they casually sipped their drinks. It was deeply carnal—putting on a show for the fine gentlemen with my two savages—and I was nearly to my orgasm when Kirill groaned and started shedding his clothes.
“I'm sorry, Tima.” Kirill resumed his seat and started stroking himself. “But zat is too fucking hot to vatch vithout getting hard. I'm going to need you again.”
My gaze went to the steady strokes of Kirill's hand over his long shaft, and I shivered when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over his flushed, glistening tip. Then he reached down and palmed his balls; lifting them as if to display them for me, and my whole body shook at the steamy, suggestive sight.
“I think we all will require more turns; possibly several. This will be a very long night, Lala. Long and hard,” Re's molten gaze locked on my core as Toby and Trevor held me between them and plunged my depths.
Re started removing his clothes too. They all did.
I screamed out in ecstasy, both the passion and the promise of more to come sending me over the edge.
“Happy Valentine's Day, Minn Elska,” Trevor whispered in my ear.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The next day, my Valentine's adventures began in India. The other men had drawn numbers from a bowl to determine the order they'd be going in. After Kirill would be Toby, then Azrael, Trevor, Odin, and Re. Re didn't seem the least bit upset that he'd have to go last. He said it gave
