Everything is possible.
I don’t even realize the others are around us until I feel Rebecca’s slender fingers on my chin and she tilts my face for a long kiss.
The god comes, and a mortal man would be spent and sore right now, staggering with the weight of so much pleasure, but he’s not a mortal man, not entirely, and so he pulls free of Saint with his c**k still spilling its seed and looks around at the five of us on the platform.
“More,” he says, panting hard, c**k jutting out lewd and dark from his hips. “I want more.”
The night blurs then, the fire and lust and champagne kicking through our veins, stirring us into something past frenzy, luring us into the sacred, wild magic of Beltane night. Saint climaxes inside me as the god pushes Becket to his stomach and mounts him with a thr
