7 Deadly Instincts (The Sinfire Chronicles Book 1)

Ames was so upset they had to leave the party. She healed Gray and apologized to Lilian for over-reacting. She didn’t elaborate on the strange thing she’d said about fire and the ruins of the world, but Gray knew she’d seen a little of the vision he’d had.

Lilian pretended she didn’t know she’d seen something, and went back to giggling and acting silly, though both her eyes and her words told a different story. The princess staying with Pinch, Midj, and Tomi but Gray and his wives were going home. It was a little after midnight, but it wasn’t unusual for the Yullolly Night party to last until dawn. No one worked on First Day and the market would be closed.

Ames was still so on edge even when they climbed the stairs at Sunreach Manor and walked to their room. All three of them sat on their bed, talking.

The Quelling elf couldn’t stop frowning. “I felt the trouble. I saw the fire. I saw her push you. She’s not a good person, Gray. There is fire in her. Or maybe I’m jealous, but I don’t feel jealous. I feel sad.”

“Why?” Rynn asked gently, taking Ames’s hand.

Ames sighed. “Because I was feeling good and sexy, and that’s what I think of when I think of Yullolly. Midj has her house and yes, there is eating your regrets for the past year, and clinging to your hopes for the coming year, but that’s not what I feel. There was a book that Yalinda gave me—”

“Was Yalinda the serving girl?” Gray asked.

Ames nodded. “She and I, we, she taught me a bit about pleasure, the pleasure that two women can give each other. She also gave me a book of spicy Yullolly stories. One of my favorites was about the gods and goddesses and how they came to Midmere to have sex. I think we talked about how lust made Midmere because chastity was shy, but it was lust we were talking about. Lust who didn’t just want Chastity to fuck her, but fuck her hard, in all parts of her…if you know what I’m saying.”

Rynn’s eyes widened. “That wasn’t in the book, was it?”

Ames smiled shyly and nodded. “In great detail. There were pictures of the acts. In her mouth, in her womanly flower, and in her…in her unspeakable place.”

Rynn giggled. “We can speak of it. We all have one, even Gray. I’ve heard of sex like that. I didn’t believe people did it until I found a book where they described it. I had that book away so my parents wouldn’t find it. Truth be told, I stole it from a book vendor since a nice girl couldn’t buy it.”

Gray had to grin. “You didn’t call it her womanly flower, did you?”

Ames giggled. She was obviously feeling better. “Should I have said her center? They sometimes use that term. I’ve never understood it. It’s my not center. That would be my core. I like bliss slit.”

“You don’t!” Rynn erupted, red-faced.

Ames gave her a long look. “What do you call it?”

“My kitty,” Rynn said. “Or it’s just me. I just say me. I don’t know. Are we really talking about this?”

“What would your Aunt Florence say?” Ames gave her a friendly push.

“She’d tell me not to be such a prude.” Rynn paused. “What other stories were in your book?”

Ames closed one eye. “Well, the one that was the most shocking wasn’t Lust and Chastity.”

Gray interrupted. “I still can’t believe Lust is a goddess and not a god.”

“Little do you know of the desires of women.” Rynn leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He felt the sweat on her face. They were all still a little sweaty from the dancing, and he figured that they would probably be getting even more sweaty.

Ames continued. “The one that has stuck with me was Wrath and Patience.”

“Again, the Goddess of Wrath?” Gray shook his head.

“Oh, yes,” Rynn said. “I understand that. Did you see how angry Amaranthis was? She was furious. That was wrath.”

Ames blushed. “Yes. I must admit, I had a little sip from Pinch’s drink. It was very potent. Anyway, Wrath and Patience play a game, where Patience ties up Wrath, and then, he, he treats her very poorly. Very poorly indeed.”

Rynn was confused. “What do you mean poorly?”

“It was a game of pleasure and pain,” Ames tried to explain. “It was the God of Patience, after all, so he got the Goddess of Wrath very excited, and then, he would slap her face, or choker her, or whip her quivering ass. It went into detail about the marks he left, and how she was in ecstasy, even in her pain. It does make one curious.”

She tried to maintain eye contact with Gray, but she ended up looking away.

Rynn nodded. “I’ve heard of such things. Again, I thought it was just fantasy, but maybe I understand it. There is this physical sensation of love-making, that feels so good, and yet, at the same time, I enjoy the weight of Gray on me, his strength, his passion and his power. Sometimes it makes me feel small and helpless and vulnerable. I’m surprised that I like the feeling but I do. I think it is like that…when I am in that place of vulnerability.” She smiled. “Any more stories for us?”

“Yes,” Ames giggled. “I read that book over and over. I can go into great detail about what all the gods and goddesses did to each other over Yullolly, when the celebrated the creation of Midmere.”

“Another one,” Rynn licked her lips. “I love hearing about them.”

She must. Her nipples were hard under gown, and Gray could smell her excitement.

Ames seemed to like being the center of attention. “You had the God of Gluttony tempt the Goddess of Temperance with honey and cream in unexpected places. There was this whole section on cake between the two. I would like to try that, maybe, mixing love-making with food.”

“We can ask Midj to cook us up something,” Gray said with a laugh.

Rynn was shocked. “Oh, if she knew what we wanted to use her cooking for, she’d die of embarrassment for certain. Or I would. Another one, Amaranthis. A good one.”

The Quelling elf thought for a moment. “Oh, yes, how could I forget. This one reminds me of us sometimes. I thought about it on our first night together. On one Yullolly, the Goddess of Kindness invited the Goddess of Lust to join her and her husband. The two goddesses tied up the God of Envy, and then they made love right in front of him. The God of Envy eventually ripped through the ropes and fucked them before spraying their faces with his seed.”

Rynn fanned her face. “Well, that does paint a vivid scene. Happy Yullolly.”

“What about you?” Ames asked. “Do you know any sexy Yullollly stories? You did have that book…”

Rynn wrinkled her nose. “Well, mine were far more tame. It was just the story of Simon and Aestia but there was one part I liked. It was the first night, when Simon was showering Aestia with gifts, that he saw her, um, pleasuring herself. It was after he’d given her all the gifts, but she still wasn’t sure about him. However, he was handsome and kind, and so, she had certain desires she wanted to take care of. She knew he was watching, and she wanted a little bit of a thrill, and so, she got naked, all the way, and so did Simon, and so, they watched each other. When they finally reached the crescendo of their pleasure—”

Ame interrupted. “I love that you use the old way of talking about that.”

Gray chuckled. “I remain unconvinced.”

Rynn gave him a playful plat before continuing. “In this book, on the second night, they took it so deliciously slow, kissing and teasing each other for hours and hours. By the time he finally did lay her on her back and slide into her sweet sex, they were dying to be with each other. Aestia had a kindness resonance, I guess, but when he started thrusting into her, with each thrust, he gave her a different resonance until she had all fourteen, just like him. Then, when they crescendo’d together, their souls were bonded until the end of the time. It was the happiest union in all of creation.”

Ames eyes twinkled. “You know about the Velvet Touch at Midnight, don’t you?”

Rynn got even more embarrassed. “Yes. Of course. Why am I not surprised that you would bring it up?”

“What’s that?” Gray asked.

Rynn gritted her teeth. “Well, some think that Simon’s and Aestia’s bonds were so deep that they had ultimate trust, and they explored every aspect of lust together. Nothing was forbidden or taboo. They even brought in the gods themselves, though they were still killing each other, but in this version, the gods had stopped the war because they wanted to have sex with Simon and Aestia in all kinds of ways. It’s very, um, lewd.”

Ames giggled. “And you said your stories were tame. That doesn’t sound tame.”

Rynn got up. “Okay, I am soaking wet and dying to do all sorts of nasty things with you both. Less talk! More sex!” she stripped out of her dress, dropped her underclothes, and cupped her own breasts, wiggling her body with lust.

Gray glanced over at Ames. “Should we help her? Or tease her more?”

“No!” Rynn jumped on the bed, threw Gray on his back, and straddled his face.

He ended up looking up at her face, above her muscled belly and her sweet little breasts and hard nipples. He had to reach up and grab them as he tongued her sex and she shuddered.

“Oh, yes, Gray,” she hissed. “It’s not going to take long. Dancing got me started, and what we did last night, and talking about all those stories. No wonder Tomi likes the legends. They’re so stimulating.”

Gray wasn’t going to argue about that, not right then, but Tomi liked sifting through the legends to get to the facts of the actual history. What Rynn and Ames had been talking about was just erotic interpretations.

He felt Ames undo his belt and strip off his pants and underclothes. Soon, her mouth was on him—and not just her mouth but her hand, stroking him, and giving him so much pleasure.

He kept one hand on Rynn’s tit and grabbed the Quelling elf’s head, stopping her for a second, so he wouldn’t erupt.

A second later, she was taking him deep into her mouth.

Rynn turned to look. “Ames, you look so good naked. You look even better naked and sucking on Gray like that. I can’t… I can’t hold back.”

Gray found her button, and a second later, she was grinding her sex on his face, before letting the ecstasy take her. She gasped, over and over, as her body thrummed with the crescendo of the her pleasure. Her core was vibrating with the energy—he could feel it—and his core was overflowing with mana from his lust resonance.

Just the one orgasm wasn’t enough for Rynn.

She got off him but stayed on her hands and knees. “Get behind me, Gray. Oh, please, grab me, take me, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

But Ames grabbed him. “One moment, Rynnanatha. Let me taste you on his lips.”

Then he was holding the naked Quelling girl, who had somehow stripped in all the excitement while he still had his shirt on. She licked Rynn’s essence off his lips before sucking on his tongue. At the same time, she gripped his hard shaft.

As for Gray, he reached down and touched the wet lips between her legs. It was obvious that Ames had enjoyed the storytelling as well.

She pulled back. “Rynnanatha needs your services, but perhaps she can also help me in my need. Do you think she will?”

“Yes!” Rynn shouted. “Please, Ames. I’ll do anything.”

“Quiet!” Ames reached out and slapped Rynn’s upturned ass, hard.

The elf girl yelped even as the slap seemed to echo around the room.

Instead of getting upset, Rynn moaned and shook her ass. It had hurt her, but maybe stories of Wrath and Patience had opened her mind enough to explore that line between pain and pleasure.

“Well, Gray, will she service me while you service her?” Ames asked.

He was seeing this whole other side of the Quelling elf. “I think she would do anything at this point. Let’s not keep her waiting.”

Ames laughed and slapped Rynn’s ass again. “Oh, she is a naughty thing, choosing lust over envy. I think there are worlds upon worlds of things we could do together. I like spanking naughty girls like her. I like it a lot.”

Ames smacked Rynn again and grabbed her hair. “Beg for it.”

Rynn whimpered, “Please, let me lick you while Gray fucks me. Please, I want it. I want it so badly.”

“Good girl.” Ames went and licked Rynn’s face before settling herself down in front of her.

Gray got behind the elf girl and teased her quivering lips. Then, he found her hole, and pushed himself into her.

She grunted but couldn’t say a word because by that time, Ames had grabbed Rynn’s hair and was forcing her face between the Quelling girl’s legs.

Ames was propped up on the many pillows of their bed, gazing down, as Rynn did her best to lick every inch of her opening.

Gray couldn’t hold back. Grabbing Rynn’s red ass, he started pounding her, over and over. Rynn would’ve been shrieking but her mouth was filled with Ames’s sex.

Over and over, Gray slammed into her, and the minute he started to lose himself to his climax, Ames came, hard, shuddering over and over, spilling her juices into Rynn’s hungry mouth.

Gray could feel all three of their cores, throbbing, filled with life, and the various colors of their souls were mingling together—gold for him, for Rynn, mixed with Ames’s midnight blue, to turn into a dark green. The mana swirled around them, as Gray gasped.

It was intense…and so wonderful, all of them joined in their love and lust.

They eventually fell sweaty and satisfied onto their pillows, with Gray on his back. Rynn was curled up on his right and Ames on his left.

“Did you like it, Rynnanatha?” Ames asked uncertainly. “We probably should’ve talked about the spanking before. I felt your need in the moment, and I experimented.”

Rynn giggled. “I did like it, Amaranthis, in that moment. It would be something for us to maybe explore when things ever turn dull.”

Ames reached across Gray’s chest and touched Ames’s hair. “Things are never going to be dull with the three of us. I love you, Rynn.” She then caressed Gray’s face. “And I love you with all my life, Grayson Fade.”

Outside, a sudden wind came up, hurling snow, which would probably mean an end to the dancing on the other side of the wall. Or perhaps not. The partyers seemed like nothing would drive them from their dancing.

Gray knew that they would have to talk about Lilian and Ames’s attack on her at some point, but right then, he didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Ames, though, knew where his thoughts had gone.

“No, Gray. You saw what she is.”

“I don’t know what I saw.”

Ames settled onto his chest. “Let’s not talk of her fire and despair. Let’s just be happy right now and forever.”

Too bad forever never lasted very long.