Summoner 17, page 1
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Chapter One
My life couldn’t have been any better than it was at this moment.
Nia Kenefick, my wife, was curled up against me, naked, with her head on my bare chest and her eyes gently closed as she rested. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, and I marveled at her exquisite beauty as I stroked her silvery hair.
Nia’s eyes fluttered open at my touch, and she tilted her head up to look at me.
“Hello, husband,” she greeted, and her normally piercing blue eyes were soft and warm with sleep.
Maker. I was her husband now. We’d just been married the night before.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.” My lips crept upwards into a huge grin, and I tightened my arms around my ashen-haired wife until she laughed lightly and kissed my cheek.
“Better get used to it, farm boy,” she teased. “You’re stuck with me now.”
“I’d hardly call it stuck,” I chuckled, and I tilted her chin up higher so I could kiss her full pink lips.
Nia shuddered beneath me and moaned lightly, and her kiss was deep and intense as her tongue tangled with mine. The sound of her moan was intoxicating, and while we’d just made love a short time ago, my body was entirely ready to have her again.
So, I skimmed my hand down her neck and lightly traced her delicate collarbone, and Nia let out another whimper as my hand drew closer to her pale and perfect breasts
“Oh, Gryff,” she moaned, and the blue-eyed beauty trembled beneath my touch.
I could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest, and the sensation was driving me mad.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, with my fingers mere inches away from her nipples.
“I want you,” my wife breathed, and her voice was soft yet full of wanting.
“Want me to do what?” I murmured with a playful smirk, and I traced the skin of her sensitive breasts.
“Stop teasing me,” Nia begged as she squirmed beneath me.
“Hmm, I don’t know if I can do that,” I snickered, and I plunged my hand further down her chest until I reached her nipples. They were pink and rosy against Nia’s perfect porcelain skin, and the mere sight of them in my hands was making me hard.
I teased the hard nubs of flesh, and I swirled my fingers in circles over her nipples until they grew hard with desire.
“That feels so good,” Nia murmured as she shuddered in ecstasy.
I pulled my hands away from her breasts and maneuvered myself out of the cuddled position we were in until Nia was lying beneath me. Then I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and admired the perfect curve of her hips beneath her skirt.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, and Nia’s hooded blue eyes grew dark with lust.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, and her eyes travelled up my bare chest until they met mine with a seductive gaze.
I bent down over her and kissed her deeply, and our lips were feverish against each other. Nia was all kinds of sexy, and somehow, the fact that she was officially mine now made her even more irresistible.
As our kiss grew deeper, I felt her tongue touch my lips, and I opened my mouth to gratefully receive it. Then I traced her tongue with mine and savored her delicious taste. She tasted finer than the most gourmet dessert in the world, richer and sweeter than anything else could ever be, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
After a moment, Nia gently pulled her tongue back, and we resumed our passionate kiss. Then my wife arched her back until I could feel her stomach up against mine, and her full, round breasts molded themselves to my chest.
If I hadn’t been completely turned on before, I was now, and I ran my hands down the curve of her hips.
“Mmm, yes,” Nia moaned as my hands slid further down her body, and I was about to reach under her skirt when we were suddenly interrupted by the sound of running feet. The sound echoed through the door, and a moment later an insistent knock pounded against the barrier.
“Shit,” I muttered as the knocking persisted. “Who could that be?”
“I think I can guess,” Nia giggled before she left one last peck on my lips.
I got off Nia, and she sat up quickly. Then I leapt up and pulled on my pants in a hurried motion, and once I was covered, I glanced at Nia, and the ashen-haired mage cloaked herself with the bedsheets. Once she was covered up, I opened the door.
“Heya, Gryffie!” Layla shouted as she jumped into my arms to give me a tight hug.
Then Ashla, Arwyn, Cyra, and Erin waltzed in, and the girls all sat down on the edge of the massive king-sized bed without saying a word. Nia pulled the bed sheet tighter around her, and ran her long, delicate fingers through her silvery hair in an attempt to look decent, but the flush of excitement was still on her cheeks.
I supposed Freya was still asleep, but a part of me wished my shapeshifting wife would come join the group. It didn’t feel the same without her. Still, it was nice to have so many loving, beautiful faces staring back at me from what was now my bed.
“Hi, everybody,” I greeted with a grin. “Thought it might be an emergency from the sound of that knock.”
“Oh, I was just excited.” Layla shrugged and tucked a strand of her short auburn hair behind her ear. “I want to show you my room. Are you done fucking Nia? They said I had to wait until you guys were done having morning sex.”
“Barely,” Nia retorted in a teasing voice. “Although, you guys could have come and joined us last night, you know I wouldn’t have minded.”
“Your wedding night should be special,” Arwyn explained as her amber eyes glowed with warmth and affection. “I know we have an unusual set of circumstances among our group, but I think some small signs of respect will help everything go more smoothly.”
“That’s so sweet,” Nia responded with a smile.
“You know we love you, girl,” Cyra added as she tossed back her mane of chocolate curls. “And we’re all so excited you and Gryff are finally married! Now, you can have a baby without any raised noses.”
“We would have waited longer,” Ashla informed us with a smirk, “but Layla was pretty impatient. Everything was fine until we ran out of cake.”
“Layla’s more food-motivated than any animal I’ve ever met,” Erin teased, and the orange-haired pilot shot the petite summoner an amused look.
“Okay, okay,” Layla interrupted as she bounced impatiently on the bed. “We did the nice, polite stuff. Can we go look at the house now? Please?”
“Alright,” Nia confirmed with a wry smile. “Let me throw on some clothes, and then we can go.”
We all pulled ourselves off the bed, and Nia rummaged around for some clothing. She settled for my shirt that I’d discarded onto the floor the night before, and her discarded panties, and I couldn’t help but stare at my gorgeous wife’s long and slender legs.
“Hey, now,” Cyra warned. “Don’t get too distracted there, Gryff. You can mess around with your new wife later.”
I laughed at the curly-haired summoner, and then we all headed toward the stairway.
“Maybe we should go see the landing platform first,” Erin suggested, and her amber eyes twinkled playfully as she waited for Layla’s reaction.
“Fuck, no!” the petite summoner argued. “My room first. It’s the coolest, anyway.”
“Or what if we go to the training yard first?” Cyra suggested as she continued on the playful banter.
“Or the workshop,” Ashla added with a wink.
“Ugh,” Layla groaned, and she stomped ahead of the group with annoyed strides. Then she stopped a few paces up the hall and gestured dramatically to a door to her left. “It’s right here! The training yard is all the way downstairs and in the back.”
“Very well,” the dark-skinned summoner relented with a grin. “You win.”
Layla grinned, and it was very obvious she was pleased with her victory.
So, we all stepped inside Layla’s room to inspect it, and I shook my head in awe at what she’d accomplished already. Her room resembled a playground, but it was adapted to the indoors. Grips and footholds were built into one side to create a climbing wall, a swing hung from the ceiling, and a loft in one corner was illuminated by a string of lights wrapped around the rail.
“This is fucking awesome, Layla,” I announced. “You did all this by yourself?”
“Sort of.” Layla shrugged. “I made the guys help me a little.”
“She means Braden built the entire loft by himself,” Cyra commented in an amused voice.
“And Varleth installed the swing,” Nia added.
“And Orenn made the climbing wall,” Erin finished.
“But I watched them and made sure they did it right,” Layla pointed out. “That’s the hardest part, since they’re all just dumb boys. It was a lot of work to keep them in line, but I managed.”
“Layla is definitely a capable leader,” Ashla observed in an appreciative tone. The ice mage gazed around the petite summoner’s playground oasis with a discerning eye, but she seemed pleased with her findings.
“I wish I had been there to see it,” I laughed.
“You were a little preoccupied,” Nia teased as she squeezed my arm playfully.
I smiled at her, and she winked in response.
“Besides, it was supposed to be
“Care to join me?” she asked seductively as she swung by me. Then she laid back on the swing until she was nearly upside down, and her wide hazel eyes sparkled at the possibility.
“Definitely later,” I promised, and when I kissed Layla’s cheek, she giggled and then maneuvered herself back onto the ground with the rest of us.
“I’m holding you to that,” Layla said firmly, and she narrowed her eyes in warning.
“Wanna see my room next?” Cyra spoke up with a soft smile on her lips.
“Yeah, I think we’ve given Layla enough attention.” Erin grinned. “And Cyra’s room is right next door.”
“You’re gonna love it, Gryff,” Cyra promised, and her smile widened into a full-blown grin.
“But we just got here!” Layla pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
“There’ll be plenty more opportunities for us to hang out in your room,” I assured her, and Layla grabbed my hand in response.
“Fine,” she conceded with a sigh. “Let’s go and see Cyra’s room.”
Cyra led us out of Layla’s playground, and we all wandered down the hallway. I was entranced by the museum-like quality of this enormous house, and I admired the blinding white walls, the delicate mirrors, and candle-holders that decorated and lit up the walkway.
We stopped at a door about halfway down the hall, and Cyra turned the knob and held the door open for the rest of us. We all piled in, and I could feel my eyebrows raise in amazement at the sight.
Cyra’s room was like something out of an exotic fairytale. The walls were painted a deep tangerine color, and they were lined by elaborate tapestries woven with jewel-toned threads. The thread glittered in the light of the tall candles that rose up from gold vases on the floor and bathed the room in a soft, warm glow, and the dark wood floor was littered with soft-looking pillows and woven blankets of silk and other luxurious materials.
It was heavenly.
“Cyra, this is beautiful,” I said as I admired the silky red canopy curtains that swept across the room. “It feels downright magical in here.”
“Thanks, Gryff!” Cyra gushed, and her dark eyes glinted with excitement. “I wanted this place to feel nice and cozy for us.”
“Those pillows sure look like they’d be fun for… well… stuff…” Layla hinted, and her expression was utterly mischievous. Then she flopped down onto the ground and waggled her arched eyebrows suggestively.
“That was also the intention,” Cyra admitted, and we all cracked up at her admission.
As the women continued to giggle, I eyed the pillows with appreciation. My dark-skinned lover had made her room an inviting love-den, and I certainly looked forward to revisiting that thought later.
Across the room, Cyra’s familiar, a small silver and pink dragon named Kalon, was curled up in a tiny curtained hammock and sleeping soundly. So, I crept over to the sleeping dragon and stroked under her scaly chin, and Kalon awoke with a start and let out a tiny squeak of delight as I found her itchy spot.
“Kalon certainly enjoys her new space.” I smiled.
The little dragon stretched out and then flew gracefully across the room to Cyra’s shoulder, where she perched herself daintily, and the summoner petted her familiar in greeting.
“She’s definitely made herself at home,” Cyra giggled as she laid her head gently on Kalon’s, and the dragon let out a happy chirp in response.
I admired the bond between Cyra and her familiar, and I hoped one day Dio and I would become that close.
My saber-toothed familiar and I were still becoming acquainted with each other, and while we were fairly close already, there was still a lot more bonding we had to do. I briefly considered letting him out of his crystal, but for now, I wanted to give my women my undivided attention. I would give Dio the full tour later.
“Speaking of making yourself at home,” Arwyn spoke up in her professorly tone, “we do have a tour to continue.”
“Bring it on.” I grinned.
The red-haired healer held the door open, and we all filed back out into the hallway. The next room was a few feet away from Cyra’s, and Erin made her way to the head of the group.
“This is me,” she chirped, and the orange-haired mimic held the door open for us.
Erin’s room was bright, orderly, and the opposite of Cyra’s exotic den. The walls here were painted a pale blue, like the color of a morning sky, and they were lined with long white shelves that held trinkets and models of some sort.
I curiously approached a shelf on the far wall near Erin’s neatly made queen-sized bed and grinned when I realized the models were replicas of different airships.
“You can take the pilot outta the airship, but can’t take the airship out of the pilot,” I joked and turned around to see Erin’s pale face flush red with embarrassment.
“Predictable, I know,” she said as she dropped her gaze, and I turned away from the models to properly face her. Then I grabbed her delicate hands and looked into her amber eyes.
“This room is totally you,” I assured, “and that isn’t a bad thing at all. You’re the best pilot I know, and it’s awesome you made a space that makes you feel at home.”
I kissed Erin’s hands, and my orange-haired lover smiled.
“Thanks, Gryff,” she murmured.
“This room is very cute, Erin,” Ashla spoke up. The ice mage admired the ceiling, and I followed her gaze upwards until I noticed the white fluffy-looking swirls of paint that decorated the top of the room. The amount of detail Erin had put into this room was absolutely amazing.
“Definitely cute!” Nia agreed. “I like what you did with the walls. It feels like we’re up in the sky or something.”
“Thanks, everyone!” Erin said, and the pilot’s smile grew wider as the other girls encouraged her. “I’m looking forward to us all having some fantastic orgies in here!”
“Maker,” I chuckled as I covered my face with my hands. Erin had pretty much no filter, and she just said or did whatever came to her mind.
“What?” the orange-haired beauty giggled as she elbowed me in the ribs. “We are going to need to break each of these rooms in. With an airship, you normally use a bottle of sparkling wine, but bedrooms require orgies.”
“This sounds acceptable to me,” Layla agreed. “That’s part of the reason I’ve got a swing in my room.”
“Let’s finish the tour,” Arwyn laughed. “We can talk about… other entertainment later.”
“Can we go see Nia’s room now?” Layla asked, and the brunette summoner was practically vibrating with excitement as she bounced in place. “She’s been really secretive about it, and I want to know what cool stuff she’s hoarding in there!”
“Maker, Layla, you act like I’m some kind of dragon sitting on top of a mountain of precious jewels,” Nia said with a roll of her bright blue eyes.
“Hey, Kalon takes offense to that statement!” Cyra joked, and her tiny dragon let out a huff in response.
“All I’m saying is if you weren’t hiding something, you wouldn’t have kept me from going in,” Layla insisted, and she crossed her arms against her chest childishly.
“You’re such a pain in the ass sometimes, but I still love you,” Nia laughed. “Alright, I’ll show you guys my room.”
Layla squealed in excitement, and we stepped out of Erin’s room and followed Nia up the spiral stairs and onto the next floor. I found myself marveling at the size and grandeur of our new home, and I couldn’t believe Gallahar Kenefick, the Grand Mage of Mistral and my new father-in-law, had gifted us such an amazing dwelling as a wedding gift. I made a note to give him an earnest thank you later and express my gratitude.
My lovers beat me up the stairs, and I found them waiting at a door to the left of the long hallway.
“Pick up the pace, Gryffie!” Layla huffed impatiently, and I laughed at her tone of voice.
“You really are being a bit of a brat tonight,” I teased. “Maybe I should slow my pace and make you wait even longer.”
“Please don’t put the rest of us through that,” Arwyn chuckled, much to our amusement and Layla’s annoyance.
