Luther's Pride Part 49 (Alt) (Patreon)

Helena’s crude joke didn’t get her any laughter, except from Eira and Rhosyn, who giggled into their fists and tried to hide their smiles. Still, no one argued against her suggestion, and Luther offered his arms to his wives. Criella took his right arm, and Helena took his left. Rhosyn, Jo, and Eira locked arms, walking behind them as they re-entered the house. 

It was quiet in the halls without the servants. They worked hard to minimize their presence, but Luther had grown accustomed to seeing people in the hallway and hearing their low conversations in the rooms before he entered. Perhaps they didn’t realize how good his hearing was, though so far they’d said nothing unsavory about him. If anything, he found their constant gossip about his travels and theorizing about his future amusing.

Yet silence reigned. The only sounds in the mansion were the breaths and footsteps of Luther and his wives. They’d have to make their own dinner tonight, unless the kitchen had set something aside, but Luther didn’t mind. He missed cooking, though it had been a while since he’d used a stove and not an open flame. 

Emily must have gone to her room or the library. She wasn’t in the parlor when they peeked inside. He didn’t know which destination she’d picked, and he didn’t begrudge her either. Her words and counsel stuck with him as he and his wives climbed the stairs. Criella had been his counsel on matters of the local lords and the people he’d met after his father’s death. He hadn’t yet met his peers, though. The nobility from other territories were a mystery to him, and one he needed to study.

He hated the idea of arriving at the duke’s castle unprepared. It wasn’t as if he’d know friend from foe on sight. He’d need to know their reputations, their history, their friends, and even then it was never certain. People worked in their own self-interest, including Luther. She’d made her point about his relationships being mercenary so far, and he was determined to seduce his wives, both present and future.

“Perhaps we should eat lunch first?” Luther asked as they climbed the stairs.

The party stopped, each of them turning to look at Luther. A man, on his way to his bed with five women, had suggested they stop and eat lunch first. 

“Is that a euphemism?” Criella asked. “Because I enjoy a husband who knows how to use his tongue.” 

Luther laughed. “Yes, well, that is something I’m good at, but I thought maybe it might be nice to spread some romance before we dive into our marital bed.” 

“Is helping me survive an ambush and celebrating being alive not romantic enough?” Criella asked. “You saved me today, all of you, and for that, I love you. Even those of you I don’t know well.” 

“But we could get to know one another better,” Luther said.

“We could talk all day and all night,” Jo said. “But we cannot rush our spiritual connection to one another.” 

“And does it have to get in the way of sex?” Helena asked. “Can’t we have pillow talk afterward?” 

“That’s an excellent point,” Criella said, pointing at Helena. “What brought this on?” 

“Just something Emily said,” Luther admitted. “I haven’t been remarkably romantic toward any of you, and it’s a disservice to you, as my spouses. You deserve more than politics and sex.” 

“We enjoy it, though,” Eira said. “And sex is part of romance, is it not?” 

“It is,” Luther agreed, reaching the top of the stairs. “But so is getting to know one another better. The connection between spouses is important. The greater the connection, the mightier the union, yes?” 

“Yes,” Helena said, patting Luther on the back as they reached the apartment. “Now take off your clothes.” 

Luther laughed, shaking his head but not disagreeing. The connection between two people, emotional, spiritual, or however anyone wished to describe it, was a balance of the mental and physical. The proximity of his thoughts to theirs, and his body to theirs, built the connection. Sex was a shortcut, which was why the temple used it for the union ritual, but it was not the only way to maintain a connection between spouses. 

The group entered the apartment together, closing the door behind them as the women spread out to the sofas and chairs surrounding the fireplace. Luther set another log on the fire and stoked it, using the bellows to flare the embers and catch the log. The others were already undressing, and he began untying his cravat. 

“Tell me, Helena,” Luther said. “What is your preference for foreplay?” 

“Anything that works up a sweat,” Helena answered without hesitation. “Sparring, for instance. Wrestling is fun, too.” 

“You brute,” Luther said, chuckling with her. “What about you, Jo?” 

“Caressing,” Jo answered after a pause. “Running my hands over a partner, or letting them run their hands over me, exploring each other’s bodies. That prepares me for what’s coming.” 

Luther wasn’t sure if she’d made a pun, so he let it slide. “Eira, Rhosyn?” 

“I prefer visual stimulation,” Rhosyn said. “Stripping, teasing, dancing, and those sorts of things. Watching my husband undress, for instance, is very arousing.” She paused, letting her eyes wander over his collarbone as Luther removed his jacket.  

“I prefer mental stimulation,” Eira said, unlacing her gown behind her. “Conversation of a lewd and seductive nature can melt me long before we approach the bed.” 

“And you, Criella?” Luther asked. “Or shall I guess?” 

Criella hummed to herself, thinking in a low monotone as she considered the options. “It varies, but I suppose I prefer a partner who knows how to use their tongue for foreplay. Though at other times sweeping the books off a table will do.” 

Luther laughed, though the others didn’t get her reference. That was before they were in the picture. 

Removing their clothing was a lengthy process, given how many layers each person wore. “Shall we bathe first?” Luther asked, gesturing to the bath connected to their apartment. 

“It couldn’t hurt,” Criella said. “They healed me, but I haven’t bathed after my battle.” 

Luther grinned, looking at Helena and the others. “You heard her, ladies. Let’s drag her to the baths and scrub her down.” 

“What?” Criella asked, looking at them as they approached her. “That’s not at all what I–Luther!” 

Helena and Jo grabbed Criella, lifted her, and carried her into the baths in their shifts. Luther, Eira, and Rhosyn laughed to see them go, but Criella didn’t jaunt away or teleport out of their grip. She wasn’t truly scared or angry, even though her tail slapped against Helena’s arm in protest at her rough handling. 

Helena started the baths, letting steam fill the tiled room as Eira and Rhosyn scampered into the pool, just as naked as the day they were born. Luther followed them, laughing as he watched their slender bodies sink into the water. The benches on either side soon filled, with Luther sitting between Eira and Helena, while Jo, Criella, and Rhosyn sat across from them.

“Oh, this is decadent luxury,” Jo said, closing her eyes. “Gods above, I’m glad I married you.” 

“Because now you have access to a hot bath whenever you want it?” Luther asked, not judging her, but mocking her. 

“Because now I have access to a hot bath with my handsome husband and lovely wives whenever I want it,” Jo said, correcting him. “And I can’t imagine another scenario in which I’d have been part of a union that would have married Criella.” 

The statement was a slap across the face to Luther, but when he looked at Criella, she only nodded her agreement. 

“I love you too, Jowangshin,” Criella said, her hand slipping onto Jo’s thigh beneath the water. 

Luther knew they had a history and were friends, but the statement still struck him as offensive. Still, he played the fool, as usual, choosing to mock Criella rather than correct Jo. “So you’ll tell her you love her, but refuse to admit it to me until you’re at death’s threshold?” 

“Don’t be jealous,” Criella said. “It’s different with you. Jo and I love each other from our time together as friends. You and I have more history than that, a stronger relationship for it, and more baggage from it.” 

Luther scoffed. It was true, but it still sounded like a qualifier to him that didn’t need to be there. The others may have had political reasons to marry him, but Criella’s reasons for not marrying him had been the same. In the end, love won. She’d confessed her feelings and agreed to marry him, but the long-lasting denial still bothered him, even if she swore it was for his benefit. He hated that her status as an Asmodean was so damning in high society’s eyes. 

“Luther, are you upset?” Eira asked. “Or is this more banter between you?” 

“He’s mad that I’ll say such a thing so casually to Jo, but I refused to marry him for so long,” Criella said. She gleaned his thoughts on the matter well enough without having to do more than read his eyes. “Even though he knows it was for his own good, so that he could marry well.” 

“I’d rather love you than marry well,” Luther said. 

“And I’d rather you live than marry me and die for it,” Criella said. 

“Well, it’s an old argument,” Jo said, cutting in before Luther could offer a rebuttal. “And a null one, yes? We’ve married you, Criella. You’re one of us now—a Le Fey lady. Whether our union grows from here on out won’t matter. We are strong, and with Luther? We’ll be even stronger. No one else has his arcanum, or even knows about it.” 

“We’ll need to train,” Helena said. “That will also help our connection grow stronger.” 

“Later,” Criella said, her eyes closing as she rested her head against the stone ledge. “Right now, I just want to relax.” 

Luther took a deep breath, relaxing with the others as the steam rose from the bath into the air. Criella was right, which only annoyed him further, but he couldn’t press the issue. Besides, it was in the past. They’d married. Now, they got to live their happily ever after, managing the valley for his father, completing his father’s work, going on adventures—and Luther stopped. Adventures.

His father’s final excavation site for the tomb of the old fey lord was on a map somewhere in the library. He supposed Criella might still want to go on the expedition, but of course the oath ceremony was more important. No doubt there would be something else after the ceremony. Before they knew it, autumn would become winter, then spring. The world would turn until they came to the end of their lives and realized that they’d never left the valley. 

A hand on his thigh distracted Luther from such thoughts. He opened his eyes to see Eira’s slender fingers caressing him beneath the water. He reached over and returned the favor, rubbing Eira’s smooth thigh beneath his palm and grasping her with his fingers. His pinky stretched toward her along the side of her thigh, and she gulped. 

They weren’t the only ones doing such things beneath the waterline. Helena raised her foot, pressing it between Rhosyn’s legs. Criella noticed and added her tail to the mix, stretching across the gap to slither between Helena’s legs. Jo realized what was happening and added her hand to the action by slipping it between Criella’s legs. Caressing became the game. No penetration, but squeezing, pressing, and rubbing drove pleasure into everyone, and Luther swallowed as Eira clenched her fist around his cock. 

Luther turned, kissing Eira as she stroked him. Then Helena tugged his shoulder, and he turned to kiss her as her hand joined Eira’s. Criella mirrored Luther, kissing Jo, then Rhosyn, with equal passion. The women around him loved him, and each other, but their love was new, with recent permission to explore. He noticed the tentative movements between them growing bolder as their partners reacted with positive moans, groans, and encouragement. Even Criella seemed uncertain, but learned the difference between positive reactions and indifference as she teased the others. 

Luther smiled, watching Criella twist as Rhosyn played with her breasts at the water’s level and Jo rubbed between her legs. She arched her back and locked eyes with Luther, grinning at him. His mind flashed back to the pyres, to the battle she’d fought alone that morning, but he shook off the thoughts of what might have been. She was here, and she wasn’t alone. She’d never be alone again. 

“Luther, sit on the edge,” Helena said, patting the stone ledge behind them. 

Luther lifted himself out of the water, sitting on the ledge with his feet on the bench instead of his butt. Naturally, this put his dick in the air, but the steam softened the blow of the temperature change. Eira retook his length in her hand, pumping him, and Helena joined him on the bench. She gestured, and Eira joined them, forming a row. 

Rhosyn swam forward to Helena, checking her expression before she parted Helena’s thighs. Helena’s legs were so thick and muscular that there was no way Rhosyn’s slender limbs could part them. Helena spread them at her touch, letting her hands slide along the rigid muscles until her lips pressed against Helena’s lower lips. 

Criella and Jowangshin followed Rhosyn’s example, swimming forward, kneeling on the bench and parting the thighs of their opposites. Criella grinned at Luther, kissing and nibbling her way along the inside of his thigh. The bite of her fangs against his muscular legs was soft and didn’t pierce his skin, but the sensation was electrifying. Almost as electrifying as when her long tongue unfurled and licked the underside of his shaft. 

Luther tightened his grip on the ledge and gasped as Criella sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head for several quick strokes before she withdrew. Criella kept one hand on his thigh to brace herself and used her left hand to pump his shaft. She alternated between sucking and licking the tip, teasing him, pleasuring him, and making him want to grab her horns and sheath himself in her throat. 

Eira leaned back, placing her hands flat against the stone tile behind her as she hooked her legs over Jowangshin’s shoulders. Her small but round breasts prickled with water droplets from the bath and the steam, with rivulets dripping off her limbs to the floor. 

Luther did the same, letting himself lean back to give Criella more room. She took advantage of the space, swallowing more of his length into her mouth as she pumped him with one hand. 

Helena moaned, her hands holding Rhosyn’s head against her as the woman ate her wife out, licking, munching, slurping, and humming against Helena’s clit. 

Jowangshin’s style differed. Like Criella, she was less frantic to please and more methodical, drawing out their partner’s pleasure rather than rushing to the finish line. Jo kissed and nibbled as she caught her breath between dives into Eira’s pink pussy. Eira cried out her pleasure, making her stomach quiver as she braced herself against Jo’s tongue. Jo pulled away, kissed her thighs, hugged her middle, and pressed her breasts against Eira’s stomach until she slid down and used her tongue again. 

Helena reached over and grabbed Luther’s face, kissing him, though with none of the precision or gentleness she’d demonstrated before. She had no restraint left in her. Rhosyn’s frantic work between her legs had driven Helena into her own frenzy, and she passed it on to Luther, who passed it on to Eira. 

“Please,” Eira begged. “Don’t stop, Jo, let me—” she cut herself off as Jo looked up at her from between her legs and made eye contact. She held Eira’s gaze as she brought her to orgasm, and Eira curled forward, holding Jo’s head against her as she shook. 

Luther looked at Criella, who was watching him as she sucked his cock. She tilted her horns toward him as if reading his mind. The black ram’s horns curled from her forehead to behind her pointed ears, sweeping back with her black hair. He reached for her horns, grabbing hold of them with a soft grip. Like hair, it wasn’t as if she could feel his grip on them, other than the effect it had on her scalp. 

She grinned, or tried to, as he pulled her closer to him. Luther plunged his cock into her mouth, and then her throat as he guided her along his shaft. Criella rested her forearms atop his thighs and gripped his hips, letting her claws dig in when she needed to pull back. Otherwise, she let him control the pace, and he throbbed inside her, aching with his need for release but wanting more. He wanted more than Criella’s throat. 

Helena shook, suddenly pushing Rhosyn away as she came and clamped her legs shut so she could squeeze and shake without worrying about hurting the frail woman. Helena stood tall, thick-muscled and curvaceous. Rhosyn was a waif by comparison, slender and thin. Helena closing around Rhosyn would be like a bear hugging a sapling with enough force to snap it like a twig. 

Rhosyn giggled, swimming away to her bench as she watched Helena implode. “Come,” she said. “It’s my turn.” She pulled herself onto the opposite ledge and spread her legs. 

Helena caught her breath, watching Rhosyn rub herself as she waited. Jo joined her, leaving a gap between them for Criella. Eira recovered first, swimming over to Jo and returning the affection she’d shown. Like Jo, she kept her pace methodical, kissing and licking as she went. Helena swam over half a minute later, having recovered. While her method wasn’t as frantic as Rhosyn’s, it was forceful, making Rhosyn cry out and grab fistfuls of Helena’s hair as she weathered the storm. 

Criella worked harder, sucking hard enough to dent her cheeks, but it wasn’t enough for Luther. He released her horns, pulling her off him before he pointed to the opposite ledge. “Go lie on your back.” 

“But you haven’t achieved release yet,” Criella protested. 

“I will,” Luther said. “But when I release, I want it to be inside you.” 

Criella swam backward, giving him a show of her plump breasts and smooth, hairless red skin. She smiled at him as she reached the opposite ledge and pulled herself into a sitting on it, like he was. 

Luther slid into the water, swimming forward toward his goal between Criella’s legs. He kissed her thighs, sliding his hand along her torso until his palm reached her sternum between her breasts. He pushed, and she reclined back until her back was against the warm stone tile. 

Luther licked and fondled her pussy lips with his mouth. He played and toyed with her before dragging his tongue from her hole to her clit and back again. Each stroke opened her further to him, and the beads of moisture changed from droplets of water and steam to arousal. Her taste changed with it, and she grew sweeter on his tongue with every lick. 

Criella moaned, arching her back as Rhosyn and Jo took her hands, forming a chain. Like Luther, Helena and Eira were kneeling on the bench, but Luther had to confess that the stone wasn’t comfortable. He shifted, moving to stand on the bench. He smiled as the height aligned for what he wanted. Luther rested his cock atop Criella’s pelvic muscles and slid it forward and back, rubbing her from above until he pulled back far enough to notch himself at her entrance. 

She met his gaze, her sharp red eyes glowing with passion. “Please, Luther, put me out of my misery.” 

Luther grinned and pushed forward, sliding into her as if coming home to stay. He filled her, and she took him, hot, wet, and volcanic. He gripped her hips as she’d gripped his, letting his nails dent her flesh. He pulled and pushed her, not enough to move her, but enough to move himself within her. 

Criella arched her back, wrapping her legs around him and crossing her ankles behind him, trapping him inside her so he had no choice but to push deeper. She moaned her anguish into the echoing chamber, and her vocal release encouraged Rhosyn and Jowangshin to do the same. They became a chorus of intense pleasure until Criella’s pleasurable moans formed words. 

“Luther, I’m about to, I’m about to—” Criella trembled beneath him, her fingers clawing at the ledge as she gripped it tight and shook. 

Every sense conspired against Luther’s restraint to shove him over the edge. His eyes enjoyed the sight of her trembling breasts and body beneath him. Her sweet arousal still danced on his tongue. The smell of her skin and arousal filled his nostrils. The chorus of pleasure echoing through the bath caressed his ears. Her body’s fierce clamping choked his length inside her. Together, they drove Luther over the edge and into bliss. 

He emptied himself inside Criella, pouring his soul into her with every blast that splashed against her insides and redoubled her pleasure, making her moan in ecstasy. 

Luther smiled at making Criella the first of her side to reach orgasm and slid back into the water as he pulled out of her. Criella, for her part, remained where she was, legs open with her butt on the ledge as she recovered. Her tail stirred the water in a contented sway before she closed her legs and sat up with them crossed. 

She met Luther’s smug grin with a roll of her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile that played at the corners of her lips. 

Rhosyn reached her limit next, followed by Jo, both of whom relaxed on the stone, letting Eira and Helena rejoin Luther on the bench in the bath. They cuddled against him, and he put his arms around their shoulders as they soaked, happy and content. 

“It’s a wonder we should ever leave this room,” Criella said, kicking her feet gently in the water. 

“The bed is more comfortable,” Helena suggested. 

“And there’s less pruning there,” Eira said, holding her hand to Luther’s face to show him the water-pruned fingertips on her hand. 

Luther chuckled. “Let’s dry off, but don’t worry, my ladies, we have all afternoon, evening, and night.” 

“Some of that should be training,” Criella said. “We don’t know what awaits us at Castle Beaudivere.” 

“Shh,” Luther said. “Someone go silence her. Sit on her face until her tongue is too tired to form words.” 

Helena stirred, moving toward Criella like a crocodile through the water, mostly submerged as she crept forward except for the bridge of her nose and above. 

“No,” Criella protested. “Luther, call her off.” 

“No, I don’t think I will,” Luther said, and he laughed as Helena sprang from the water and Criella sprang from the ledge. The chase was short, and Criella was laughing as Helena captured her in a towel and kissed her. 

Eira tugged on Luther’s hand, and Rhosyn took his other, guiding him from the bath. “Come, husband. I think you promised us all afternoon, evening, and night?” 

“Poor man,” Rhosyn said, joining in the teasing. “He won’t be able to move tomorrow.” 

Jowangshin laughed, rising out of the water to follow them. 

“That sounds like tomorrow’s problem,” Luther said, grinning from ear to ear as he swatted Rhosyn and Eira’s pert butt cheeks. “For today, we’re celebrating life, and I intend to celebrate for as long as there’s life in me.”