The bath was a temple. Candlelight flickered like stardust over the warm surface, casting golden glows on Rhiannan's glowing, damp skin. Her baby bump, soft, small, divine, peeked above the water, kissed by rose petals and enchanted steam. She sighed, sinking deeper as her men gathered like predators circling prey. Hungry, reverent, and barely holding it together.
Arwen moved first, his fingers trailing reverently over the curve of her belly. He pressed his lips there, eyes dark with awe.
"Even her womb smells like magic," he murmured. "I want to guard every breath she takes."
Kaleb knelt on the opposite side, brushing wet hair from her cheek as he ran warm oils over her shoulders and arms.
"She's perfection," he muttered. "And she doesn't even know it."
Rhiannan smirked, because, oh, she knew. Her hormones were on fire, and every touch lit her up like a fuse. She sat up slowly, water dripping down her small but swollen breasts, her eyes locking with Liam's.
"You gonna just watch?" she asked, voice honey laced sin. "Or are you gonna make me scream?"
That was all it took.
Liam moved like a storm. He yanked her from the bath in one smooth motion, cradling her dripping body as if she weighed nothing. His mouth latched onto her neck, feeding while his other hand slid between her thighs, and found her absolutely dripping.
"Fuck," he growled against her skin. "You're already begging without a word."
Her head dropped back as he bit deeper, his fingers curling inside her with practiced cruelty, and Azarion stepped in behind her. He whispered divine magic, his hand glowing as he pressed his palm over her clit.
She came so hard she nearly blacked out.
"That's one," Elisha chuckled darkly, catching her as her legs buckled. "We're just getting started, goddess."
They laid her down on the massive bed like a precious sacrifice. Naked. Glowing. Desperate.
Rhiannan dropped to her knees, ass arched high, her small breasts full and jiggling with each breath. Her bump was cradled between them as Liam slid two fingers into her slick heat, curling them up until her moans became broken sobs.
"You love this," he whispered, licking her moans off his lips. "Being our good, ruined girl."
Behind her, Arwen's hand slid over her ass and dipped into her other hole, his breath hot on her neck.
"So fucking tight," he said. "And you're gonna take every inch."
Sable growled, his snake like cock twisting eagerly. Rhiannan grinned at him wickedly, as he lifted her in the air and thrust into her so deeply she couldn't move. He fucked her with wild abandon until his hot load filled her already dripping pussy, leaking down her legs.
Elisha stepped in front, his two thick cocks glistening as he stroked them slowly. She opened her mouth with a greedy little moan, licking her lips like a starved thing.
"Come on, goddess," he said. "Let me feel that throat."
One cock slid deep. She gagged. Then swallowed. Then reached for the other one with her hand as if her holes couldn't possibly be full enough.
Kaleb was next, sitting on a throne-like chair, cock in hand. She crawled over, her body dripping with lube, magic, and want. She climbed into his lap and lowered herself down onto him with a growl of pure satisfaction.
"She's so wet it's like a blessing," he moaned.
Azarion lined up behind her and slowly pressed into her ass, filling her completely.
Her body, divine, trembling, overflowing, took them all. Her belly glowed faintly with goddess light. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and Arwen couldn't resist suckling on one while pinching the other, sending her into another orgasm.
She came again. And again. And again.
Every thrust, every growl of "mine," every groan of worship only fed her desire.
The room was heat and noise and magic and power.
By the end, she was limp and boneless, dripping with their love, glowing with divine energy and completely, utterly wrecked.
Liam brushed her hair from her face, lips soft against her temple.
"Our goddess," he whispered.
"Always," the others echoed.
The room was bathed in soft amber light, a glow that shimmered off sweat slicked skin and tangled limbs. Pillows were scattered like clouds beneath them, and Rhiannan lay at the center of it all....nude, glowing, utterly wrecked and loved. Her bump rose softly with each breath, the divine babies within sleeping soundly, warmed by the strength of her seven bonded mates curled around her like a fortress.
Azarion lay behind her, one hand splayed protectively across her belly, the other tangled with hers under the sheets.
"We're going to war," he said softly. "And I'm a god, but even I'm scared. Not for me. Never for me. For you. For them." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "I couldn't survive losing you."
Kaleb grunted in agreement, one arm draped over her thigh as he stroked her calf.
"We'll fight to the last breath. But what if we're not enough?" he whispered. "What if love and loyalty and magic still aren't enough to beat that bastard?"
Rhiannan didn't speak yet....she just held Kaleb's hand tighter.
Elisha sat up, leaning against the headboard, his long fingers rubbing small, comforting circles over her ankle.
"We've got relics. An army forming. Allies." His voice was calm, but his dragon eyes burned. "Still… war means loss. I've lived long enough to know it won't spare us all."
"But we'll scorch the world if it touches her," he added after a pause. "I'll burn every fucking kingdom to ash."
That earned him a nod from Sable, who was tucked by her feet, his demon eyes glowing faintly red in the dim light.
"Let them come," he growled. "Let them fucking try. I used to think I'd die alone. Now I'll destroy fate itself before I lose what I've been given."
Arwen, curled beside her with a hand gently resting on her hip, smiled softly.
"I just want us to live long enough to see what our kids look like," he said. "To teach them how to sail, to throw knives, to cast spells." His voice cracked. "To live. Not survive. Live."
Liam sat at the end of the bed, running a cloth gently down her leg. Quiet for a moment.
"I used to make jokes about everything, but this isn't funny," he said finally. "I keep dreaming about coffins. Empty ones. Not sure if that's a good sign or a bad one."
"But if anything tries to touch you or those babies, I'll fucking erase it from existence."
Rhiannan reached out then, threading her fingers through Liam's and pulling him closer.
"We're all scared," she said, her voice rough with exhaustion but steady. "But fear means we have something to lose, and that's what makes us strong. We'll be ready."
They pulled her into the center of the nest, surrounding her. One by one, they kissed her, bump, lips, cheeks, hands, and whispered promises into her skin.
The room faded into peaceful quiet, the kind that only comes when you're held by love after being torn apart by need. Outside, the stars watched. Inside, the gods rested.
Because at the end of this week, war would stir.
But tonight?
They had each other.