Ch 30- Serenity

Our clothes hit the floor in record time. My three beautiful ladies coaxed the necessary offering out of me with practiced precision and great enthusiasm. Under their collective attention, I lasted less than five excruciatingly pleasurable minutes. 

Cum poured out of me onto the soft earthen floor–puddling hot and thick. 

“That’s it, tiger.” Violette growled in my ear, biting and licking approvingly as she and Lucy pumped me as a team. 

“Yes, baby, cum for us, just like that!” Lucy gushed, lust flushing her voice. “Show us how much you like our hands!” 

I groaned, squeezing a generous handful of one of each of their breasts, hanging on for dear life as more and more hot liquid rushed through my shaft.

“I always marvel at how much she’s able to produce.” Lorna remarked, drifting before me, turning slowly, teasing me with glimpses of her nakedness.

“She’s a big girl.” Violette said, eyes fixed hungrily on my throbbing shaft. “It’s proportional.”

“Perhaps.” Lorna said, amused, as she hovered before my face, brushing her delicate, insubstantial toes across my chest and shoulders.

“Make the call, baby. Let's meet our new companion.” Lucy purred from my shoulder. 

[Familiar Bond] 

The splattered pool of cum glowed and a multicolored, iridescent summoning circle formed. 

Vague forms flitted through in an ever accelerating procession of shadows. 

As they flitted by, I felt a little like I was spinning a slot machine, but instead of money, I was playing for the Wayfinding integrity of my party–forever.

And now… I didn't have the option of rejecting whoever showed up and trying again. 

I hadn't had to before… but before, I’d had more roles available to fill. We’d gotten lucky with Violette. Now? 

Only one role would do. 

A form stopped, its dark head curiously eying us. 

I held my breath. 

Huge, feathered wings unfurled from her back, like the sails of a ship. 

The winged form rose to hover into the canopy over the circle, glowing bright like the shadow form was a mould being filled with molten gold. 

It solidified swiftly. 

Massive, white-feathered wings wreathed her. 

Red-gold hair, tinged with sunset hues of distant fire, rose above her in her own updraft, gleaming at the edges like blown coals.

A molten halo,  tipped with glowing antlers framing her hair above her.

White sashes of fabric draped from her shoulders outlining her form. 

They were more the suggestion of robes than robes in truth, doing more to accentuate her form than hide it. They fluttered with her slow wing beats, the thin fabric rippling against a tall, slender body, graced with supple curves and powerful arms. 

I thought she was wearing a feathery blindfold across her brow and over her eyes. But as we watched, one by one, six smaller wings fluttered open like the slow blinking of a great cat. 

Looking closer, within the feathers of each of the six wings on her head, innumerable golden-irised eyes peeked. Their independent searching was disorienting. Seemingly random. But the more I watched, the more I caught glimpses of a maddening reason to it, like a dance. Or a language.  

I had to avert my gaze to her lips, to avoid the growing disorientation.

The angel’s hand flicked out a gesture and molten metal streamed from her halo, rushing in a sizzling river to the tips of her fingers. It steamed into the glowing shape of a great sword. 

She whipped her fingers to point at me, and the sword followed, rippling and hissing. I sensed the multifarious regard of her hidden eyes. It was eerie. 

“Behold.” The being spoke in a symphony of voices, tuned and braided into a single chord. 

The music was regal, cold, and… hostile.

I waved, doing my best to disregard the simmering sword tip leveled at my nose from above. 

“Hi, I'm Eir!” I tried, “Thank you for answering my call.” 

The angel’s great wings beat in long, slow strokes. 

Looks more like she’s swimming, than flying. Or maybe her local updraft was enough to keep her aloft and the wings were more decorative. Which would be worth it. They were incredible. They shimmered with an iridescence that I associated with the sails of flying galleons. 

Lorna announced like she was at a grand ball, “May I present, Lady Serenity, Knight Errant of the Rising.” 

“The Last Knight of the Rising.” Serenity corrected, in a choir of one. A minor chord, this time. Its shifting filled me with a nostalgic ache of grief like a tiny piece of my heart was too far away. 

“Do you know everyone in the entire Astral?!” I demanded, eying my solemn ghost girl, as I tried to shake off the feeling. 

Her hands were folded delicately behind her, but her gaze was sharp, fixated on the angel. 

“I do not.” Lorna said slowly. “Lady Serenity and I…” 

“Are enemies.” Serenity answered, her music turning dark.

The sword seemed juuuuuuust a little closer. 

“Have a long history that includes conflict, however I would characterize our relationship as–” Lorna started. 

“Arch-enemies.” Serenity said. The sword, which seemed to be made of bubbling, liquid sunlight held in the shape, let out a burst of heat that ruffled my hair. 

Lorna sighed, “--respected rivals.”

“Gotcha.” I said, surreptitiously sliding a step back from the incrementally descending sword tip.

Violette’s bow creaked into existence and hissed as she drew back an arrow. 

A summer breeze rustled under Lucy’s red sneakers, as she bounced on her toes, ready for a fight. 

I waved them down hastily. “Like sports teams with friendly rivalries? Do Astrals play sports?” 

“Opposite sides of six wars.” Serenity said. 

“Seven, if you count Valus.” Lorna said, blandly.

“What’s the score?” Violette asked. 

“Ohhhh it doesn't matter who–!” I started. 

“Six and zero, my favor.” Lorna stated, utterly toneless. 

From our bond, I felt just a sliver of smugness, but it was quickly suppressed. 

Serenity’s lip curled, and her head-wings fluttered all at once before settling back to their slow rhythm. 

“Five and one, your favor.” Her voices asserted.

Lorna shrugged.

“I apologize, Eir.” Lorna said, positioning herself directly between me and Serenity. “I made a mistake, suggesting these Vows. I will find a way to circumvent this setback and we will get you someone more… suitable.” 

Serenity bristled, her wings flaring wide and glorious. Gods they were humongous. Me and Lorna and Violette could probably lay down across them and not quite touch the ground. “I am suitable.” she insisted. 

“I was here first.” Lorna snapped over her shoulder. 

I blinked. Lorna didn’t snap. Certainly not in that waspish tone.

“Lady Chaos herself guided me hence.” Serenity said. 

“Likewise.” Lorna snarled. 

Both paused. 

“Chaos!” They both cursed together. 

Great. I'd made these Vows to try and garner Chaos’ FAVOR. Instead, apparently she'd sent Lorna’s arch nemesis, the moment I couldn't send her away. 

I stopped. What could I do? I was committed to accepting Serenity. 

Lucy, Violette and I watched in shared shock as Lorna and Serenity… bickered. It rapidly devolved through rehashing who was on the right side of various wars none of us had ever heard of… to a discussion of who was prettier. 

...???

The sword was forgotten and it streamed back into her glowing, pronged halo. Lorna had risen to meet Serenity in the air and they were now practically nose to nose. 

I supposed that the weapon going away was a good development. But this was a lot. And from the person I would've expected it the least from. Serenity and Lorna clearly got under each other's skin in a unique way that only centuries, perhaps millennia of rivalry could allow. 

“You’re a spectre.” Serenity chorused, contemplatively. 

Lorna narrowed her eyes. 

“Eir cannot touch a ghost.” Serenity reasoned.

In a flash of sunlight, her clothes went the way of her sword, disintegrating and flowing into her halo. 

Her body was miraculous. Angelic didn’t even begin to cover it.  Angelic and strange.  Her face was beautiful, but genuinely difficult to look at. Something about all those hidden eyes made me feel like I was not quite on top of the planet. Off center. Which should be possible, on a sphere. But...!

"Behold!” She proclaimed, rotating in a slow, entrancing waltz through the air. Her red gold hair shimmered as she tossed it magnificently. 

Long slender frame, sunkissed skin, perky little breasts with delicious looking puffy, pink areolas begging to be sucked on, miles and miles of strong legs and–

“BOOTY!” Lucy groaned, staring at what I had to admit was the best ass in the universe.  

Good…Gooooood good butt. 

Like she’d spent lifetimes surfing a coast somewhere sunny. 

Fuck, maybe she had? 

In a world of mystical treasures, her butt was a crowning jewel. Wars would be fought over this ass. 

“We should talk.” I said. “You and Lorna obviously have a complicated past, and if we are going to be bonded, we should–”

“Wonder if she tastes spicy?” Violette mused. 

“Because of the forge-y heat-y theme?” Lucy tilted her head adorably, one rabbit ear drooping to the side. 

“Or maybe like… smokey but also metal?” Violette nodded. 

“Ew.”  Lucy wrinkled her nose in disgust. 

“I taste like sunlight.” Serenity chorused, looking between the two, perplexed.  

Oddly easy to read her expression. Something about all the eyes sort of…put it directly into my head, without even consciously looking at them….

And what the hells did SUNLIGHT taste like?! 

I fought back the overwhelming desire to find out immediately. 

“First.” Violette called. 

“Eir’s first, obviously.” Lucy huffed. 

“But after that.” Violette clarified. “If she’s down.” 

“Obviously. Together?” Lucy offered. 

Violette's lengthy tail lashed wildly. 

“We need to talk!” I cut through the insane conversation, before it sent my brain too far off the rails imagining all three of them playing together. 

“There is no need for discussion.” Serenity said. “My relationship with the Lady of the Lake is irrelevant. You have only to bond me.” 

Great wings gave a tremendous flap and in a gust of cool night air, I found an extremely gorgeous, extremely naked angel slamming into my chest. 

“OOOOOOF!” I cried as the wind left my lungs. 

My back hit something warm, and gloriously, luxuriously soft. 

It was like landing on a cloud that has just been dried by a fire. 

Serenity was on top of me, straddling me tightly. She pressed her body against mine. Her headwings tucked tightly across her eyes. Or where they’d be if she was human.

It gave her a masked, or blindfolded look that… I found…was really doing something for me.