The dragon estate was quiet. Too quiet. Rhiannan knew she was in deep shit.
She'd pulled a full goddess stunt again, teleporting into enemy territory, rescuing a princess live on FaeNet, and bouncing back home with zero backup. Now? She was being hunted... not by enemies, but by her own damn mates.
She padded barefoot through the golden halls, trying to act casual. Like she wasn't about to be devoured alive.
They found her in the massive shared bedroom. Five divine males. Each one looking like a different brand of sin, shirtless and furious.
Kaleb's voice was low, growling, "You think you get to scare the fuck out of us and just walk back in here like nothing happened?"
Arwen, eyes glowing, stepped behind her, hands gripping her hips. "You need a lesson, goddess. A reminder that your body belongs to us just as much as we belong to you."
Elisha was already shifting slightly, smoke curling from his nose. "And it's a damn privilege to protect you. Not a fucking game."
Sable didn't speak. He just stared. That deep, black red gaze boring into her as if he could see every defiant thought in her head.
Liam, ever the snarky one, tugged off his jacket and smirked. "Well, darlings, let's punish her properly. And by punish...I mean make her forget her own name."
They took their time. Restraining her gently but firmly, binding her wrists in silken ties that matched each of their powers. Each male had a hand on her, mouths marking her neck, thighs, breasts, every inch.
Kaleb bit first. Sharp and claiming. Arwen followed with a slap to her ass that left her gasping and moaning.
They took turns. Teasing. Touching. Taunting.
Sable slid behind her and let his fingers tease the inside of her thighs while whispering filthy things in her ear. She writhed when he showed off the strength of his tail, pressing her open, holding her down, fucking her with slow precision while his tongue danced up her spine.
Liam couldn't stop talking. "So tight. So wet. Damn, you were made for this."
Rhiannan lost count of how many times she came. The mattress was soaked. Her skin marked. Her hair wild.
Elisha was the last, he growled, fucked her with both of his ridged cocks while her body trembled from overstimulation. He roared his orgasm, marking her with golden fire that shimmered on her skin.
At one point, the guys started arguing about who made her scream loudest.
Sable, deadpan: "My snake dick has a curve. That's not even fair."
Kaleb: "Bitch, I invented control. You just happen to have a novelty."
Elisha literally blew smoke. "I have two. I win."
Rhiannan, voice hoarse and eyes blazing, silenced them all with a grin.
"If y'all have time to argue, then clearly I'm not done being worshipped."
They devoured her again.
And when the sun finally rose… all six of them were passed the fuck out, naked, marked, and very satisfied.
They didn't move for twenty four hours.
Even gods need a nap.
Rhiannan stretched like a satisfied cat, sore in all the best ways. Every inch of her ached deliciously. The scent of sex, sweat, and dragon fire still clung to the sheets like perfume.
But then she heard the water running.
She opened one eye.
Sable was dragging her toward the shower, his mouth curled into a wicked grin. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"
The moment she stepped into the steamy chamber, the door slammed shut behind her, and five naked, glistening gods closed in like predators.
It was chaos.
Hands everywhere.
Tongues. Teeth. Growls.
Kaleb pinned her to the tile with expert hands, kissing down her chest while Arwen bit the inside of her thigh. Liam slipped between her legs, licking her like a dying man who finally found water.
Elisha, already grumbling, spun her around. "Hold onto the wall, goddess. I need to remind you why I come with a warning label."
She moaned something that sounded like "please wreck me," and suddenly one of his cocks slid in, then the other. Rhiannan screamed, biting into Liam's shoulder as Sable wrapped a fist in her hair and whispered, "My turn's last. I'm going to paint the damn ceiling."
They shattered together under the scalding water. Moaning. Laughing. Roaring. Her nails scraped down chests. Her teeth marked skin. Her legs shook for an hour afterward.
The servants heard everything.
Later… at Breakfast...
They strolled into the royal dining hall like they hadn't just shaken the castle foundations.
Rhiannan's hair was wet, tangled. Her neck littered with fresh bite marks. She looked glorious.
Kaleb and Elisha looked smug as hell. Sable wore that deadpan demon stare. Arwen blushed when a maid winked at him. Liam? He strutted in with his shirt inside out and a shit eating grin.
A servant coughed and whispered, "The king has two cocks, I wonder where he.."
Rhiannan snorted tea right up her nose and into her sinuses. Cackled like a banshee.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said, waggling her brows as every servant burst into muffled giggles.
Even Elisha chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y'all are gonna make me a goddamn meme."
Liam raised a brow. "Only if they can animate what you did to her on that wall."
The mood was flirty and fun.
But the laughter faded as reality settled in. The divine realm's challenge was just the beginning.
Rhiannan stood at the balcony, wind catching her curls as she whispered, "He's still out there. The entity. And he won't stop."
Kaleb kissed her temple. "Then neither will we."
Arwen added, "Time to train harder."
Elisha cracked his knuckles. "Let's see if that training room can survive round two."
And Sable… that dark delicious demon… simply pulled a dagger from his belt and said, "Let's go break something."