Chaos God 3, page 5
part #3 of Chaos God Series
“I can take it,” I said, and I picked up the tray before Ingrid could protest. “It looks like you’re pretty busy already.”
“Are you sure, my lord?” Ingrid asked. “It’s no trouble…”
“Of course, Ingrid,” Elora assured the elven housekeeper. “We are going upstairs ourselves.”
“Very well.” Ingrid nodded. “Please, tell Lady Shalanna I hope she feels better very soon.”
“We will, thank you, Ingrid,” Elora said.
I led my silver-haired lover out of the kitchen and up the stairs, and I paused at the top.
“Why don’t you go to our room while I drop this off with Shalanna?” I suggested. “I’ll be right there.”
“Yes, my lord,” Elora purred in that playful way of hers that told me I was in for a good fucking when I joined her. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Mmm,” I hummed appreciatively at the sway of Elora’s perfect ass as she walked into our room, and then I turned to the right and went to the next door.
I considered knocking first, but I didn’t want to wake Shalanna up if she was sleeping, so I just opened the door as quietly as I could.
My black-haired lover was sound asleep in the middle of the queen-sized bed. Her pale skin had regained its soft pink color, and her full breasts rose and fell gently as she slept naked and uncovered by her blankets.
Frida was sound asleep on the floor right beside Shalanna’s bed, and she opened her eyes just enough to see it was me as I approached. Then she huffed a loud sigh and went right back to sleep.
I smiled at the peaceful look on Shalanna’s face as I set the tray on the foot of the bed for her to find later. Then I silently pulled the blanket over her middle so she wouldn’t become cold, and I leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Mmmm,” Shalanna hummed in her sleep and rolled to her side, but she didn’t wake up.
I padded quietly into the hall, closed the door, and strode over to my room. Elora had always slept in the room with me, and Shalanna spent most of her nights in here with us, too, but she kept the room next door for occasions just like this, and also so she had space for all of her belongings. I hoped that if I did ever manage to restore the Crystal Spire to its former glory, then I could have a bed large enough for both of my lovers to sleep in with me.
I chuckled for a moment as I recalled the dream I’d had weeks ago, and I wondered if I’d end up with as many lovers as my subconscious imagined.
Then I opened the cloud-engraved door to my room, and my eyes immediately zeroed in on Elora’s pale blue skin in the deep orange light of the setting sun. She was totally naked on the bed, with her legs spread open wide, and her head was hanging slightly over the foot of the bed so her long silvery hair fell to the floor.
“Well, well, well,” I purred as I closed the door behind me. “What do we have here?”
Chapter 4
Elora giggled playfully as I crossed the room and leaned over her naked body.
“I present myself for you, my lord,” Elora teased, and a bright lavender flush washed over her skin as her nipples tightened into little buds.
“A gift, hmmm?” I hummed as I caressed my hand down her front and between her full breasts.
“A gift fit for a king,” Elora sighed, and her voice was gravelly with arousal. “Do with me as you please, my lord.”
I groaned deep in my throat, leaned all the way down, and captured her tight nipple between my teeth. I stroked my tongue over the sensitive bud and nipped teasingly at its peak.
“Oooh,” Elora cooed and arched off the bed.
I braced myself with one hand on the mattress, and I pressed Elora back onto the bed with my other hand. Then I shifted to lavish her other nipple with the same attention until she shivered, and goosebumps spread all over her sides and legs.
“I love the way you play with me,” Elora moaned.
I stood back up to quickly pull my pauldrons off and toss them aside, and then I removed my tunic and flung it over my shoulder before I walked around to the side of the bed. I gripped the underside of Elora’s right knee and pulled her around so she was laying perpendicular across the bed.
“Oh!” Elora giggled.
I gave her my most devilish grin and dragged her slowly closer to me until her feet almost touched the floor. Then I laid my palms on the insides of her thighs, spread her legs wide, and stepped between her knees.
“I hope you’re ready for a good… hard… fucking,” I growled as I tugged on the laces at the front of my pants.
“Oooh, yeees, please, Levi,” Elora sighed. “I need you inside me.”
I shoved my pants down over my thighs and rubbed the head of my cock over Elora’s eager pussy lips, and I groaned as I discovered how wet and ready she already was.
“Damn,” I gasped as I thrust easily into her tight tunnel until I was buried deep inside her body. “You’re so wet.”
“You’re so hard,” Elora moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Oh, Levi.”
I took a hold of Elora’s hips and tugged her a bit closer, and then I pulled my own hips back and sank slowly back into her dripping heat.
Liquid fire rushed up from the base of my spine into my skull like an explosive current, and I took a moment to get a grip on my raging arousal. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I had the most alluring and badass women I’d ever known in my life so willing to share me, or if there was something in the air and water of this planet, but I couldn’t get enough lately. I was constantly hungry for my women, and they were just as eager to please me as I was to gobble them up.
I set a teasingly slow pace as I moved deep inside Elora’s pussy, and every time I pulled back, I drew out the moment until I was sure her patience would crack. Then I slammed back into her slowly and forcefully as her moans of pleasure echoed around the room.
I was positive the entire castle knew whenever we fucked because the open balcony gave us almost zero privacy in the sound department, but even if we’d had full walls, Elora’s cries were so loud I didn’t think it would matter. The fact that my people could surely hear the pleasure I gave to my women only made it that much hotter for me, and I saw it as a personal challenge to make them cry out as loud as they could.
“Leeeviiiii, yeeeees,” Elora moaned, and she threw her head to the side.
I reached up, cupped her heavy tits in my hands, and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples three times before I pinched them hard between my fingers.
“Oooh!” Elora gasped and arched off the bed to push her breasts further into my hands. “Yes, you know how much I love it when you play with me!”
“Oh, yeah, I know exactly what you like,” I groaned, and I caressed my right hand down her middle until my thumb found its way between us to where her clit throbbed with need. “And I know exactly what you need, too.”
“Yeeeees, riiiight theeeere,” Elora groaned deep in her throat like a cat in heat, and she tilted her hips to take my cock even deeper.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I growled through clenched teeth, and I kept an iron-tight grip on my self-control.
I picked up the pace a little bit, and I continued to pound hard into Elora’s dripping tunnel as I played with her clit. Lightning began to spark behind my eyes, and I groaned as she clamped her legs around my hips.
Elora’s muscles tensed, and I knew she was close, so I moved the pad of my thumb in long up and down strokes over her clit until her breathing started to catch in her chest. Then I fucked her hard and fast as I flicked my thumb over her clit, and I forced her into a shuddering climax.
“Leeeviiii!!” Elora cried out, pulled me as deep into her body as she could with her legs, and gyrated her hips up against my pelvis. “Ooooohhhhh.”
The trembling ripples of Elora’s hot tunnel around my shaft nearly tore my resolve right out of my hands, but I held tight to my self-control and coaxed her gently down the stiff peak of her ecstasy. I swept my thumb as gently as I could over the throbbing bud of her sex and smoothed my other hand soothingly over her taut stomach.
“Gods,” Elora breathed once she returned from the blissful abyss. “You always make me feel so… indescribable.”
“Good.” I grinned and tensed my muscles so my cock twitched deep inside her inner walls. “But I’m not done with you just yet.”
“Gooooood,” Elora groaned and caressed her hands all over her chest like she had an intense itch she couldn’t quite find.
“I want to feel you climax around me again,” I purred as I started to move.
“I am certain you will make me,” Elora gasped, and she reached up for me with both hands.
“You know I’m good for it.” I smirked.
I wedged my hands under her hips, cupped the firm globes of her ass, and scooted her further onto the bed so I could join her. I leaned heavily over Elora’s hips and pressed my cock deep into her hungry pussy as I bowed my head over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled into tight buds between my lips, and I started to pull out and thrust into her at a slow and torturous pace.
“Oh, Levi, I love you,” Elora moaned. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love you and the way you feel around my cock,” I moaned in response.
I braced myself on my elbows and shifted my focus to maintaining a steady rhythm of slow, hard thrusts.
Heat pooled at the base of my spine, and electricity started to gather at the back of my brain. I struggled to maintain a grip on my self-control, but Elora’s dripping pussy felt so incredible that I felt it slipping right out of my hands, so I leaned down and lavished a series of hot kisses along her collarbone.
“Oh!” Elora gasped, and she dug her short fingernails into the muscles of my upper back.
“Do you like the way I fuck you?” I whispered into her ear with as much passion in my voice as I felt coursing through my veins.
“Yeeeeeeees!” Elora cried out in a guttural tone.
I picked up the pace until Elora started to shudder beneath me, and her pussy quivered around my cock. I returned my lips to the tender skin under the corner of her jaw and added a firm nudge to the end of each of my thrusts until we both crashed into ecstasy together.
“Leeeeviiiii!” Elora moaned two octaves above her usual voice.
“Fuck,” I growled in her ear and pumped her full of my hot seed.
Lightning flashed behind my eyes, and the tongue-numbing pleasure speared through my brain like a rampaging golden wildfire. I groaned low and long in her pointed ear, and I felt her pussy twitching around me as I helped her ride out the waves of her crashing climax. The fluttering quivers of her inner walls drew my own orgasm out to an almost painful intensity, and I filled her with my seed for a good half-minute while we both spasmed together. Then I held her still as we both came back down from our highs.
“Gods,” Elora breathed. “I will never get enough of you.”
“Good,” I chuckled as I rolled to the side to keep from crushing her. “Because I’ll never have enough of you, either. Even if I live a million lifetimes, I’m still going to want you as much as I do right now.”
“That is a very long time,” Elora murmured, and her voice became a bit sad.
I looked at my silver-haired lover, and the tiny crease of worry that had formed between her silvery eyebrows tore at my heart. I knew she was worrying about my inevitable human life span, and she had every right to. The fact that I had, at best, another sixty years was a constant ugly thought in the back of my mind that I was regularly shoving away.
I liked to console myself with all the mysteries this world still had to offer.
Asgard was filled with power and magic I couldn’t even begin to fathom, and I knew that life spans were not a certain thing. Sylmarie was a perfect example, and her youthful appearance and very long life gave me hope that I could potentially live another thousand years at least. As far as I was concerned, it was a problem to figure out later.
“I want to show you something,” I murmured to distract Elora and myself from the looming fact of my assumed mortality.
“What’s that?” Elora asked, and her amber-red eyes sparked with sudden curiosity. “Will you show me whatever was in the trunk you and Finnern brought back from the Spire?”
“Actually, yes,” I chuckled. “Did you happen to notice the scene carved on the top?”
“I did.” Elora grinned, and she looked pointedly over my shoulder. “I assumed that was why it was delivered to our room.”
I turned my head to follow her gaze and laughed when I spotted the trunk sitting in the corner. Finnern and I had left it at the castle’s front steps, and I’d been confident Ingrid would have it brought to the right place. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see it had already been delivered.
“Well, I found something pretty interesting inside.” I waggled my eyebrows as I rolled out of the bed. “Come on.”
Elora smiled and followed me across the room to the trunk.
I lifted the lid, picked up the gold and emerald crown, and held it out for Elora to look at.
“Gods,” my elven lover breathed. “That is magnificent.”
“Finnern recognized it,” I said. “He said Hezzig’s great-great-great-great-grandfather had made it for Loki, and that it was his favorite crown.”
“I can understand why,” Elora mused as she gingerly took the crown from my hands. “It’s an impeccable piece. I am not surprised it came from Hezzig’s family line. His work is masterful.”
Elora turned the crown over in her hands and inspected the huge square-cut emeralds.
“Will you wear it?” she asked.
“I--” I was taken totally by surprise by the question. “I don’t know.”
It hadn’t occurred to me to wear the crown. I hadn’t much considered a crown for myself yet. In my imagination, when I pictured myself as God King, there was often a crown on top of my unruly hair, but much like the faces of the women in my dreams, it was blurry and impossible to make out any fine details. I’d considered having something custom made for myself eventually, but now I did have a real option at my disposal.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about wearing a previous god’s crown, though. Loki’s pauldrons were one thing, his crown was a whole different matter.
“I think it would suit you very well,” Elora murmured as she handed the crown back to me. “Perhaps you should start wearing it.”
Whether I chose to wear Loki’s crown or have one made for myself was a distant issue to decide. My people were loyal and respectful to me no matter what I looked like, and I didn’t need a crown to have their devotion. I shrugged as I laid the crown back on top of the emerald-green robes, and I closed the chest.
“I’ll think about it,” I said. “Let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired.”
“As am I.” Elora gave me a lazy smile and climbed into our bed. “Come hold me tight as I fall asleep, my love.”
“Happily,” I murmured.
I climbed in beside my elven lover and pulled her tight against my chest as I placed two warm kisses on the bare skin of her pale blue shoulder.
“Good night, my love,” I whispered.
“Mmm,” Elora hummed and nestled her silvery head on the pillow.
My elf’s breathing evened out within two minutes, and I knew she was already sound asleep. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes as I sank into the soft mattress.
A dream-filled sleep cradled me comfortably all night long, and my mind was filled with the bright future of my destiny.
I stood in the fully restored Crystal Spire surrounded by Elora, Shalanna, Sylmarie, and three other women whose faces I couldn’t quite make out. They were dressed in the bright jewel-toned robes of my previous dream, and they lounged comfortably around a massive gold and marble throne in the middle of an immense room at the top of the Spire.
A huge balcony looked out over the land, and I was pleased to see the lava fields had cooled into rich black soil, and a fresh forest was starting to emerge from the once-barren land. I could see the gentle waves of the bright blue ocean far to the east, and a pleasant village sprawled out below me with happy people bustling about their daily business.
Cheerful giggles and playful shouts suddenly filled the room, and I turned around just in time to see a dozen children of different ages burst into the room.
Elora, Shalanna, Sylmarie, and the other women smiled and laughed as the dark-haired children ran into their open arms. My ladies tried and failed to smooth out the unruly dark curls of the children as they turned to look at me with bright eyes in various shades of blue, green, and amber-red. About a third of the children had half-pointed ears, and warmth filled my chest at the sight.
I lingered for a long time in that dream, and I was content to be surrounded by the love and adoration of my ladies and these beautiful children.
“Levi,” Elora’s gentle voice pulled me slowly from the comfort of my dreams as she placed a loving kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, my lord.”
“Mmmm,” I mumbled, and I stretched my arms out as a huge yawn took hold of me. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep, dearest?” Elora asked as she laid her silvery head on my chest.
“Really well,” I said, and I wrapped my arms around her. “How did you sleep?”
“I slept hard. I am very well rested.” Elora grinned up at me. “What shall we do with our day?”
“Well, I wanted to check in with Ingrid and see where we are on our supplies,” I said. “It’ll be several weeks before we’ll be able to harvest anything from the gardens, and it’s been about a week since our last big gathering excursion.”
“That’s a good idea,” Elora hummed, and she pulled away from my embrace to stretch the sleep from her gorgeous body. “I was thinking I would go and help with the planting this morning. My mother used to keep a small garden when I was very young, and I think I would enjoy being a part of seeding the new garden.”
“That’s a great idea.” I smiled at my lover.
Elora and I climbed out of the bed and finished a bit of stretching before we walked over to our clothes to get dressed. I found that I was becoming pretty fond of the pirate-viking aesthetic of the clothes on Asgard as I pulled on my dark brown cotton pants. I tugged a simple white tunic over my head and strapped a thick leather belt around my waist before I looked over to see what Elora was wearing.
