Chapter 7
After all of that, after all of the fighting, and the killing, and the magic, the three of them wanted to pass out.
Layla had found that she liked being an Avatar of Taweret, keeping the goddess as a helper as she searched for more relics that could potentially be dangerous. She split ways with the other two Avatars in Egypt, finding her own way through the desert as she searched for more artefacts. She exchanged numbers with them, making sure they kept in touch or else she would come to hunt them down.
She also warned Marc if he didn't, she'd find him and hurt him.
While Marc went to sleep in their shared room, Dabria still had work to do. She worked with the local law enforcement to go through the bodies of Harrow's men, making sure they were given a proper burial. It took several hours and it was morning by the time she did finish.
Marc sat in the bed, the covers low on his hips but he couldn't sleep. Even as day came and he had been up for more than twenty-four hours, sleep didn't come easy to him or Steven. Neither could sleep but Khonshu, who had been speaking to them since the start of them trying to sleep, disappeared as the sun rose.
The door creaked open as Dabria came in, dragging her feet into the room before she dropped her bags and sighed. She didn't speak as she stripped down her desert outfit to her underwear, going to the shower to wash the sand off.
"How are you feeling?" Marc asked, coming to stand by the open door of the bathroom. The shower was glass, cut in half so a part of it could hide most of the body as the person showering.
She stood there, the rest of her clothes on the floor as hot water came down on her, "I've got sand in places where sand shouldn't be. And my shoulder is killing me."
"You should go to sleep," He said, leaning against the door in nothing but his dark underwear. "You look tired."
She stood with her back to the water, letting her sore muscles relax under it, "You're one to talk. You have bags the size of the moon under your eyes."
"I couldn't sleep when I got back. Tried and failed," Marc said.
"More than once," Steven said from the mirror. "I tried to make us fall asleep too. Nothing worked."
"At least you tried," She muttered. "I was busy with the bodies and stuff. Anubis likes me to make sure the bodies are always put away before I finish my day, even if it is just me telling someone where they are."
"Oh, that's nice of you," Steven nodded.
"It's the least I could do, I did rip their hearts out," She stopped the water, looking at Marc. "Hand me a towel, would you?"
He did, passing a fluffy white one over to her. She took it, wiping herself down quickly before putting it around her so it covered her body.
"I'm gonna just gonna pass out in bed soon," She smiled sleepily, stepping out of the shower in the towel.
She went into the room, rummaging in her bag for clean underwear before she put them on under her towel. She dropped the towel, shrinking on a loose, cropped tank top.
"Go away," She said instantly as Khonshu appeared before her, "I'm serious."
"The gods have a request of you," He said, looking at her and then at Marc. "And you."
"What do they want?" Marc asked, watching as Dabria sat on the bed, her legs curling under her. He walked over, standing next to her. "What could they request of us now?"
"Oh, bugger!" Steven snapped. "After all of this, we can't even have one night, can we?"
Khonshu spoke clearly, "Their Avatars are dead and they need new ones. They want you to find them."
"Why?" Marc asked. "How are we supposed to find them Avatars? Who is going to believe us when we say Egyptian gods are real and they want you to be their human vessel?"
"It would not be any human. They have already chosen," He said. "It will be your duty to find the person. The gods cannot contact the humans themselves, they are far too weak due to what Ammit has done."
"So they want us to become bounty hunters for their new Avatars?" Dabria sighed.
"You will be in their good favour if you do it," He prompted, trying to persuade her. "They will be in your debt."
"Have you ever heard of a god wanting to be in a mortal's debt?" Marc asked her, shrugging. "They must be desperate then."
"If they're willing to ask us, they must be," She agreed. "What do we get out of it? We're already halfway to immortality because we're Avatars."
"Yeah," Steven asked. "What do we get out of it? We're putting our hide on the line if we do what they ask."
Khonshu looked at them all, even glancing at the reflections to see Steven. "They'll forever be in your debts. You could ask them for…anything."
"Anything?" Dabria whispered, hopeful.
Khonshu knew what she meant, what she wanted. It was something that could change the course of her life. It was something completely unattainable because more than several gods were needed to make it so, even Anubis himself couldn't do it.
Oh, she longed for life.
"Anything."
"I'm up for it," She nodded to herself. "I've not got anything better to do. Do you wanna join me or are you going back to London, Marc, Steven?"
Steven looked to Marc, raising a single eyebrow before shrugging. "I don't mind. I've already been fired from the gallery."
"Alright then," Marc said, crossing his arms. "We'll join you."
"Do they know where the people even are?" Dabria asked.
"They have new matches," He said. "This map holds all five new Avatars. As they move, the dots move. We also have the names."
A parchment map appeared before them, laying on the ground. It showed the world map, with five golden dots on it, two in America, one in the UK, another in Italy and finally one in Japan.
"You have all the time in the world to find them," Khonshu said. "But the gods would prefer it sooner rather than later."
"I want a couple days of rest," Dabria insisted. "Cause after the last couple weeks, I need it. We all do. We can start planning our trips then."
"Alright," Marc said, trying to stifle a yawn. "Let us sleep. We'll leave soon enough."
"Hmm. Good night, dear jackal," Khonshu almost snickered. "Moon boys."
Marc groaned as the god left, rubbing his eyes. He closed the curtains to the morning sun, grumbling under his breath about meddlesome gods.
He sat on the lounge seating, roughly fluffing up a pillow while Dabria went over to her bags and quickly went through them, packing.
Dabria watched him lay down on the lounge, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" He said, giving her a look, "Going to sleep. I suggest you do the same."
"I'm packing," She piled her stuff from around the room into her bags before taking out her phone. "I'm making a headstart to England tonight."
"No, you're not. You should go to sleep," He turned to face her.
She shrugged, "I've lived on less sleep than this. I'll be fine. Go to the bed, there's more room there than the lounge. The room's been booked for the next couple days so leave when you want to."
When she bent down again to grab some clothes, her shoulder pinched and made her hiss.
Marc was standing instantly, coming over to see that the wound had begun to bleed again.
"Damnnit, Dabria," He muttered, taking her hand and quickly making her sit on the bed. "You're bleeding again."
"Fuck," She hissed, pulling the side of her collar down but it wasn't enough. She gave up, taking the crop top off and watching as Marc's eyes glanced down once before returning to her face. "You've seen me topless already, Steven."
"It's still not the same!" He said from the mirror, but he looked up and at her as Marc took a good look at the wound.
"You'll need stitches again."
"Damn."
"Let me get the aid kit," He strode away, going through the drawers and cupboards to try and find it.
"Hey, don't you have the healing ability?" She asked, leaning back on one arm as the other was in her lap. She sat in only her thong now but she didn't care. She felt safe with them.
"What do you mean?" Marc asked, still trying to find it. "I can heal myself."
"Have you even tried to heal others?" She tilted her head, watching as he found the kit and came back to her. He kneeled before her, a pretty sight of muscles, abs and handsome face, and opened the kit. "You haven't even tried, have you?"
"No," He said, glancing up. "Why would I?"
She sat up, slouching a little as she leaned towards him.
"For gods' sake, Marc," Steven hissed, covering his blushed face in the mirror. "Stop looking at her tits!"
Dabria laughed, "I'm not fussed. I just want this stupid wound gone. Do you want me to teach you how to do it?"
"Shouldn't you stitch it first?"
"Stitching it would inhibit the healing process, Steven," She said. "It heals from the inside out, so the stitches would be healing into the wound as it closes up. It isn't hard to learn how to do it."
"Alright," Marc's tongue poked out at his dry lip, nodding as he waited for her instructions as he scanned the wound. "How do I do it?"
"How squeamish are you about blood?"
"Not at all,"
"Good," She smiled, taking his hand and putting it on her shoulder. "Because you're gonna be touching my blood for the next couple minutes as I teach you."
"Alright, I'm holding your bloody shoulder. What next?" He asked, looking rigid as he forced himself to not look down again. He himself was only dressed in his briefs and her in her underwear. Only two little articles of clothing between them.
"You need to stop being so tense," Dabria put her hand on his other shoulder, gently squeezing it before letting it go slack. "Okay. Your god is Khonshu, meaning your ability comes from the moon and nighttime. But it's morning now so it might take a little more energy to heal me."
"Whatever it takes."
She worked him through it, instructing him to take his time and imagine his powers accumulated into his hands. It worked after getting him to relax, letting his hand glow a very faint white as did his eyes.
It was an attractive look but she had to concentrate on helping him.
"Come on," She encouraged, "Now imagine it going into my skin, going deep into the wound, knitting it closed. Imagine the cells coming together, healing it as they worked their way outwards. There you go…"
Dabria clenched her teeth, feeling the burn.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It just burns a lot."
Marc grabbed her other hand, letting her clench it.
She let out a shuddering breath, "Keep going. It's supposed to hurt. Means it's healing well and clean."
He just nodded, feeling the warmth of her blood on his hands before he felt a sudden and extreme heat on his wrist. He retracted his hand like it was burned, looking at his wrist.
"Is that supposed to happen?" He asked, showing her the area.
A black tattoo appeared on his right wrist. It was a circle with two black curved lines coming around one side. The moon disk some gods would wear in their Hieroglyphs.
It looked like a similar symbol to what Harrow and his men had, but his being of Khonshu's doing.
"What the fuck is that?" Marc almost snapped. "Khonshu, explain!"
He appeared, standing over them both as Marc stood, using her knee as an anchor point as he did so. Khonshu leaned on his staff, looking at them both with his dead eyes.
"Hmm, I did not expect to see you both like this…" He laughed darkly, "That little tattoo is my insurance. It will keep you safe. Dear Dabria here has her little Ankh and ring, but you have nothing. I thought it was time to get you a little bit of protection too."
"What's it do?" Steven stood in the mirror, coming close until all of his body was there. He looked at his version of the moon disk, finding two straight lines instead of the curved ones that Marc had. "Why's mine a little different then?"
"You are not the same person as Marc," He said. "You are still my Avatar as you had chosen to be a day ago. I need a way to make sure that you are safe, even if I am contained. I fear it is the same fate Anubis has right now but it is not the place to talk."
She nodded, looking down at her wounded shoulder. It had healed up well.
"At least, I'm not injured anymore," She said, trying to lighten the mood up. "Right, I need to leave."
"No," Marc stood in her way, not even letting her step away from the bed. "You need to sleep."
Khonshu sighed, "I am not watching this little foreplay of yours…"
"Idiot god," She muttered before trying to sidestep Marc, only to have her arm grabbed. "For fucks sake. I don't need sleep, I need to find the Avatars for the other gods."
Marc had to take a deep breath, suddenly pulling her close until he was barely a breath away. He eyed her lips for a split second before he met her eyes, his hooded and dark as hers flashed with some of her powers.
She tried to get her arm out his grip, only for him to grab her wrist and suddenly swipe her feet from under her. He shoved her to the bed, making her yelp in surprise as soon as she felt his weight on her and his elbow went into her side.
Steven took over, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to hurt you!"
He kneeled between her legs, watching as she brought a hand to her side before waving him off.
"It's nothing," Dabria lifted herself onto her elbows, smiling softly. "Just shocked at being manhandled so suddenly."
Steven made his concerned face, mouth slightly open as he tried to figure something out.
"You didn't like that…" He frowned, quickly scrambling off the bed. "Oh my god. We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. We thought you would've liked… Oh, we were wrong. Sorry!"
"Steven!" Marc hissed, standing in the mirror with his hands on his hips. "Calm down, for gods' sake."
Steven clutched his head as he continued to mumble about consent and other things.
Dabria had enough, standing until she was in front of him. She cupped his chin with one hand, pinching his cheeks a little together before she kissed him.
That calmed him instantly.
His shocked face was adorable, the way his jaw would drop and all tension would go away. He flushed a little when he realised, gulping.
"Oh, for fucks sake." Marc rubbed a hand down his face, gesturing with the open hand at Steven. "Kiss her back!"
"Why?" She turned, walking over to the full-length mirror as she ran her hands down from her shoulders, down her breasts, cupping them, before letting her fingertips trail down to her stomach and across both hips. "Won't you?"
Marc looked half feral in the mirror, his eyes gazing down at her form with something that made her instincts come to life and told her to run.
There was no running when she felt his right-hand snake up to her throat as he replaced Steven, standing right behind her as he locked another arm around her waist.
"Don't worry," His voice was low and husky as his left hand trailed down to her underwear. "I will."
When she gulped, his hand tightened on her throat, just enough to make her feel it before he suddenly lifted her by the waist.
Tossing her onto the bed, she landed with a small squeak of surprise before she found Marc on top of her again.
He was a solid mass of muscle and letting her hands trail his body felt like heaven. He let her do that for a moment, quickly leaning down until he could kiss her. It was a soft, chaste kiss until she decided to gently nip at his lip and snicker at his shocked look.
Marc bit her bottom lip carefully, listening to her little gasp before he smiled. "You shouldn't bite me then."
"Oh, shush," She rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me," He laughed, the sound making his chest vibrate against her.
"Oh, yeah?" Her lips curled into a wild smile and Marc half knew what she was going to say. "Make me."
His laughter was dark and slow, making him move until he could trail a finger down the side of her face. "Is that how it's gonna be, Dabria?"
She realised how much in trouble she was in, "I don't think I'll regret this but, yeah. Let's see if you can. I dare both of you to try and make me."
Steven took over, his wide-eyed expression beautiful as he took her in as she laid under him. "You look so hot right now."
"I know," She trailed a hand down his chest, quickly linking her legs around his hips and flipping them over. Her lips curved a line up his neck, onto his jaw and finally to his lips as her right hand cradled his jaw. "You look so good under me."
He just nodded, leaning up to kiss her, "I don't think I'm as rough as Marc but…"
"I don't mind," She smiled at him, slowly moving her hips as she sat on his thighs until she felt the quickly growing erection. "I'm a considerate lover so don't do something on my account if you don't want to."
"There are a lot of things I wanna do right now…" Steven gazed at her breasts, watching as they bounced with her laughter. He groaned as she sat down, barely touching his clothed cock and grinding against it. "Can I?"
"Of course, you can," She said, grabbing his hands until he held her breasts softly.
He kneaded them softly, rolling his fingers over her pierced nipples, "Did they hurt?"
"Like a motherfucker," He pinched one very softly, loving her little gasp. "I was high on painkillers and numbing cream when I got them done."
"How old were you?"
"It was two days after my eighteenth, my piercers weren't open on the day I turned eighteen,"
Steven played with them a little, twisting them and making sure it didn't hurt her. After a second, he put a hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, bringing her closer so he could trail kisses down her collarbone and chest.
They were all soft and caring, gently on her skin before he nipped lightly at one breast. She arched into him, making it known she liked it. His hands went up and down her back and hips, eventually gripping onto her ass gently before he began to play with the band of her underwear.
Marc switched over, making his nips a little stronger. His hand drifted down to her underwear, stroking her through it as she leaned over him, her knees on either side of his hips. When he spread his legs, it forced her open even more on top of him, enough so that she half laid on his chest as he stroked her.
"Someone's gone awfully quiet, hasn't she?"
That little mocking tone of his electrified her as she gazed up at him.
"Oh, really?" Moving until she was on her hands and knees above him, this time kneeling between his open legs. She grabbed both his hands, putting them above his head. "Let us see if you can keep them there then while I suck your cock."
"Oh, you cruel bitch,"
Dabria moved down the bed until she was face to face with his straining cock. She cupped it with her hand, feeling it swell at her touch as he groaned. Letting it free of the dark material, she played with the tip. Her thumb grazed the tip, stroking very slowly down his length before she set a kiss on the head.
With one wet lick, Marc bucked into her mouth.
"Since when did you have a tongue piercing?" He demanded as she swirled her tongue against his cock again.
She stroked him, twisting as needed as she added her spit to her hand to let it glide. "I had my tongue pierced when I was seventeen. And no, I don't have my vagina pierced. As lovely as it would have been, I don't fancy having it out of action for the time it would take to heal."
She twisted her hand, tightening her grip just enough. Marc groaned, his abs flexing as he tried to not move. It was too good and she wasn't even using her mouth yet!
When she did use her mouth, it took everything in him to not move. Dabria was a spiteful creature and she could stop if he moved his hands. He gripped the sheets, careful to let her continue her slow torture on his cock as she let him slip in so slowly, he felt like it was an eternity when he hit the back of her throat and she hollowed her cheeks to suck him in.
"Dabria, please," He hissed out as soon as she worked her way up and done twice, letting him out of her mouth to lick all the way from the length, making sure her piercing flicked at his tip.
"You sound so good begging, Marc," She licked him again, popping his tip into her mouth as her hand stroked him. She licked her lips afterwards, "I wonder how Steven would sound…"
Almost instantly, they switched.
Steven whimpered as she worked his cock slowly, tightening every so often to watch him flex in earnest. He tried so bad not to move his hands but he needed more, wanted more, wanted her to touch him, wanted to touch her.
He laced a hand into her hair, making her almost purr like a cat as she let him. When she went down on him again, wet mouth working his hard cock, he gently guided her. He wouldn't push her, not knowing if she liked it rough when sucking cock.
When she added just a hint of teeth, letting it graze the sides as she went up and down, Steven switched out but Marc didn't replace him.
His hand pulled her away from his cock, making her look up at him. She was gorgeous, eyes lined in dark kohl and still piercing in their gaze as she licked her lips.
She smiled and tilted her head, "Why are you here?"
Jake smirked, quickly hauling her up until she was level with him. "Just wondering if I could join in."
"Glad you're asking," She kissed him, letting her hand drift down to his cock.
He shoved her aside, making her gasp in shock before he laid on top of her. His hand was on her throat, gently holding her down as he laid harsh, close to bruising kissing all along her jaw and throat. His other hand went into her underwear, circling her clit as her legs fell open.
"I think I might get you ready for the others," He whispered into her ear, his breath hot as he kissed her jaw before making his way down her body. It didn't take much for him to kiss each breast, suckle both nipples to see her arch into him before he was at her crotch.
He kissed the covered mound.
"What about Marc and Steven?" She asked between moans as he just mouthed the area. "Can they see what you're doing or what? Do they know yet?"
"Oh, they can see everything I'm doing to you, Darlin'," He smirked, his fingers fiddling with the sidebands of her underwear. "They've had an idea of there being another one of us, but I guess it's time to introduce myself. Jake Lockley, at your service, boys."
"I swear if you don't—" He ripped the sides of her underwear, pulling it away from her soaked centre before he dragged a single finger down her cunt. "Oh god."
"I'm no god, sweetheart," He said, bringing his mouth to her clit and licking once. She arched into his mouth, making him repeat the motion.
"He's doing well," Steven muttered from the mirror.
Marc scowled but didn't move his eyes from her as Jake began to lick and suck on her clit, getting her even wetter than she already was. "Yeah. Look at her now."
She grabbed Jake's hair, pushing him to her so he could eat her better. "Please."
"Look who's begging now," He licked down to her hole before sucking on her clit again. He worked a finger into her, a second joining quickly. Curling them just right, she began to wither below him. "Much better."
"Fuck you," She half yelled, her voice turning into a gasp and then a whimper when he pinched her clit. It was a delicious amount of pain and pleasure.
"Aww," Jake continued to curl his fingers in her as his other hand went up to her breasts to pinch at one nipple. "Is someone a pain slut?"
"I will bash your fucking brain in if you keep talki—"
He whacked a hand against her hip, just low enough to hit one of her cheeks and make her squeak in surprise. He lifted her hips, shoving her further onto the bed until he could crawl onto it too. He laid on his back, beckoning her forward. It didn't take much to coax her into sitting on his face but she hovered.
She looked down, seeing him buried between her legs as he ate her out well. He got frustrated quickly.
"If I say sit, I mean sit, not hover," He shoved one of her knees, grabbing her hips and pushing her down onto his mouth.
She was close enough to the wall to lean forward, bracing herself as he worked his tongue into her with quick swipes of his tongue. Adding his curling fingers, he sucked her clit like it was a lifeline, working her higher and higher onto a pedestal of pleasure as she began to grind onto him for more.
Jake let her do this, glancing up at her as she worked her cunt on his mouth.
Marc and Steven were both watching from within his mind, both feeling, seeing and hearing everything he did. They weren't left out of all this action.
Their switching was almost seamless, letting all of them have the pleasure of making her moan.
When Marc moved her off his face, all they could do was stare at her as she lay on the bed.
She was a sight.
Skin flushed with the palest shade of pink, pulsing to life. She playfully glared at him as she flexed her thighs to get some sort of friction but nothing worked. He took pity and traced a finger down the lips there, up, around, and down, close to the clit but barely not there.
Dabria propped herself up again, "Is this how it will be? Okay then."
She grabbed him by the shoulders, getting him to sit where she had been while she straddled his hips. He barely had time to react before she was grinding down on his clothed cock.
His hands flew to her hips, trying to still her but she pinned them so they were just above his head. As she rolled her hips, getting a little bit of friction but not enough to get off, he realised she was doing it for his pleasure, to get him hard and aching for her just as he made her.
Her breasts were barely brushing his chest as she was leaning over him and moving her hips. The sight was hypnotic for them, her beautiful face, her breasts moving along with her pelvis grinding against him.
The only thing that would have made it better would be if they were inside her but that would be rectified soon enough. They would allow her to have fun.
Steven allowed the rhythmic movements of her hips grating against him as he saw pleasure start to build in both of them, but he didn't want to end this prematurely. Jake had to get her to move a little as he ripped off his underwear, revealing his cock as it strained in the air.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, gently stroking it up and down until it pulsated in her hand and his hands were clenching the sheets.
"Grab the condoms from the side," She said. "We'll be safe."
He handed her one, watching as she opened it and put it to her lips.
Dabria slid the condom onto his cock by swallowing him whole. He gasped with the warmth of her mouth around him, but it soon went away because she sat up, rubbing a finger down the edges of her lips.
She straddled him again, letting his cock rub against the inside of her thigh but not touching her. She aligned it, grinding her hips a little as his hands clenched onto her hips as she did so. Moaning a little as it hit her clit, she stopped before she aligned the cock with her hole and sank.
They both groaned as they connected, Dabria letting him slide right into her wet pussy with ease.
They placed their hands on her hips again, letting her have control for now as she moved and ground against their cock. She looked perfect there, eyes hooded in ecstasy as she rode them and her hands trailed all around them. She felt good, warm and like home, as she rode at her speed, slow but long, she kept at it until her knees began to hurt and she let them have control.
All three of them were seamlessly having control. If one's desire for a certain thing was big enough, one could do it.
Such as Marc's desire to take her on her back so they held her by her thighs and ass, making sure she was secure before moving so she was on her back and they were above her.
Dabria locked her ankles behind his hips, keeping him as close as possible as he used his arms to keep from completely laying on her.
She bit her lip as she grated her hips against him, making his pulse in her before he began to slowly thrust into her. She gasped before groaning, clinging closer to him as he began to quickly add different techniques to see which pleased her the most.
They quickly found the one that worked for them both, using his muscles to move his hips and grind into her just right which would make her whine and audible gasp into his ear, which further encouraged him.
Dabria pressed her chest into his as Steven kissed her moaning breaths away. This time he bit her lower lip, suckling it between his teeth to tease her. She groaned, hand in his hair as she kept him close as he moved.
Tucking one arm right at the bend between her back and butt, he made her arch her back to accommodate him and it just allowed him in even more. Marc dug his face into her shoulder, grasping the base of her neck as he pushed her chest to his. She wrapped her legs around his hips, easily moving with each thrust to help them both.
Her nails raked down Steven's neck and back, hearing his low whimpers and groans. She grinned, knowing it would leave marks on his otherwise blemish-free skin. Dabria knew she already had a couple of hickies across her breasts and collarbone, but when he suckled on her pulse, she almost came there and then.
She whimpered, a sudden whine came out of her which she hadn't heard before.
Jake's little nips turned rougher, using teeth to bite and suckle the skin around her jaw, neck and shoulders, never breaking it but bringing enough force and pressure into his erotic bites to leave his own little signature on her body.
Their thrusts slowed with a groan from both of them, none of them wanting to slow down at all.
She just raised her head to allow the onslaught of rough and harsh kisses and nips onto her throat.
Her neck was completely exposed as he trailed kisses and nibbles down her shoulders and chest. Dabria was completely vulnerable to him and his exploitation of her newfound turn on. He trailed harsh kisses down the side of her throat, suckling the pulse before biting into the meaty bit of her throat with a grunt.
Each and every one of his bites and suckle would leave a mark.
A deep-seated whine came from her, shocking her a little as Steven only laughed into her throat. He appeased her by trailing his hand down to her clit and began to flick and rub at it. Shock went away and was soon replaced with her hips beginning to thrust, trying to chase both of their orgasms.
He shifted until his thighs were just under hers, bringing her closer to him and yet allowing him deeper into her. Her lower half was raised a little more than the rest of her, allowing him access and both of them pleasure. He grabbed one of her hips as he thrusted before putting the hand to good use in pleasuring her.
With each new pass of his thumb against her clit and thrust, her toes curled and her hips thrusted back in time with his. She dug the heels of her feet into his back, urging him further and further into her until he was also a grunting mess above her.
They were beautiful, all versions of their pleasure on their face as she watched them.
She was edged further and further up the high steepness of pleasure, so close to the tip, metres away, feet, inches but she couldn't get there. Her stomach flexed and tried to work a climax out, failing to and causing her to rest an arm over her eyes in frustration as she bit into her lower lip to try and add another layer of something.
"We're close," He muttered into her neck, his breath hot but somehow sharp against her skin. He kissed her skin, tasting the salt and the electricity of Magic to help stop him from completely biting down.
Dabria gasped with each rougher thrust he began. She clung to him now, letting him have more control so she could have more pleasure.
They lowered their mouth to kiss her breathless.
Just as they felt her cunt begin to pulse and clench around them, her back arched to move her hips and pressed herself closer to them. Thighs trembling with each vibration of her pulse. Their hips worked her through one climax and their fingers sent her into another one straight away, just as intense and lightning-like as the first.
They came too, hot and fast and beautifully as he groaned into her neck.
Just as quickly as it started, their climaxes were longer and a lot slower to crash, taking several long seconds to realise that it was over.
Marc laid on her as he released her and caught his breath just as she did. Her hands stroked his back, letting him take his time.
They both gasped as they separated, taking a moment to get their breaths.
"That was fucking brilliant," Dabria sighed. "How the fuck were you able to do that?"
"We worked together," Marc shrugged, getting rid of the condom quickly before he went to the door of the bathroom. "Shower?"
"I'm too tired."
Steven pouted, "come on. You'll feel better with a hot shower with me, us."
"Fine," She fake-reluctantly said, getting off the bed. "But I get to choose the temperature."
It was burning hot, Jake complained more than once.
When they got back to the bed, the men hesitated. It would be the first time the three, now four, would sleep in the same bed at the same time. Before, both Avatars took turns.
They hesitated, looking at the door and then the covered window. It was Marc who said, "You're sleeping closer to the window."
She knew what he meant by that.
They wanted to sleep nearer the door, just in case something happened. It meant they would be attacked first and they could fight first, killing any intruders before they got to her side of the room.
"Oh, stop it," Steven complained. "Go to bed. I'm tired too, you know. Marc, get your arse into that bed, pull the covers up and lay your head down. And. Go. To. Sleep!"
Dabria laughed, watching as Marc climbed into the bed with a grumble.
She got under the covers, laid down and closed her eyes. As she didn't hear Marc do the same, she took a deep breath in, turning over to see Marc sitting with his back against the backboard.
She got out of the bed, standing at the end when she grabbed Marc's ankles and pulled until he laid down. He was shocked, to say the least, unexpecting her to do that so he didn't react as he normally would. He just watched as she nodded to herself, climbing back into bed to lay next to him.
"Sleep," She said, getting comfy. "And I mean it. Avatar of the night or whatever, you need sleep. Don't make me make Steven come out and make both of you sleep. Or worse, Jake."
"Fine," Marc grumbled, hiking the thin covers over his legs. He laid with hands behind his head.
"I swear…" She glared at him. "Do I need to rock you to sleep or something?"
He grinned, flashing a fierce smile which made her suddenly realise what she said.
Dabria slapped him on the chest, "Not like that! I'm too tired for a third round."
He laughed before he settled, calm as he lay on the bed alongside her. It turned quiet, only the sunlight of the day coming through the gaps of the curtains. Life wouldn't start for another couple hours in Egypt, so they had a few hours of peaceful sleep before they would be able to hear people outside.
"Is she really gone?" Marc asked. "Ammit, I mean."
Dabria turned to look at him, "Why?"
"I'm curious," Jake said. "She is a god, ain't she?"
She sighed. "No, she's not gone but she is linked to Arthur Harrow who is suffering in the Duat at the moment. You can't kill a god, only contain them. To kill them is to strip them of their powers and condemn them to a life of humanity."
"That got deep quickly," Steven muttered.
"Marc asked," She shrugged. "To even try to kill a god is a death wish. Can you imagine the hell you'd live in if you did kill one? Your soul is never the same afterwards, and since we work with Egyptian gods, our scales would never balance."
Jake quietened after that, Steven and Marc shrinking into the back of his mind at that. They still remembered what happened when they died, remembered what happened and how Steven had to find out the hard way about his creation. It wasn't something either of them were ready to speak of so they kept it to themselves.
Jake's memories of the Duat were still separate, luckily.
Neither knew if Dabria had any clue about it but they hoped she didn't, not that they didn't want her to know but rather they weren't ready to discuss it with anyone, even themselves.
