Their Hybrid
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He chuckles and lets me guide him between my legs. When his tongue touches me there, right where I want him, I almost fall apart. His tongue is a wicked instrument of lust, moving in circles just fast enough to drive me crazy.
He flicks his tongue over my bud one more time before entering me with it, sucking hard and swallowing my wetness. I put my hands on his head, both to guide him to my sweet spot and to steady myself. I’m a mess, moaning and quivering, and then screaming when he makes me come. That was too fast, too quick, but I can’t help it. My knees buckle but the other two have seen my predicament and then I’m in Andrew’s arms as he carries me over to the bed. He gently lays me down and spreads my legs, then kneels on the floor, looking right where Dan’s tongue was a moment ago. I must be glistening with wetness.
James lies down on the bed beside me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasp and arch my back at the same time as Andrew enters me with a finger. He glides in easily and adds a second one. I groan in protest. I want more than his fingers. I never get to complain though, because Dan has moved onto my other side and silences me with a kiss. His lips are hot and soft. I can taste myself on them, and on his tongue when I open my mouth to let him in. He kisses me passionately, but I have to force myself to respond in kind because my senses are overflowing with being touched by three men at once. James is massaging my breasts, his fingers twirling my nipples, while his tongue is drawing lines across my belly.
Andrew removes his fingers from me and before I even realise what’s happening, he fills me with his hardness, stretching me with that strange sensation between pain and ecstasy. I moan against Dan’s mouth and he gently nips my bottom lip in response. I love when he does that.
I spread my legs further and push my pelvis forward, giving Andrew even better access. He takes full advantage of it, thrusting into me with new vigour. Dan’s kiss is keeping me from making all the noises I’d like to make, but occasionally, a moan slips out, especially when James starts suckling on my nipples.
I close my eyes and let myself drift, thinking of nothing but the pleasure my husbands are giving me. One orgasm blurs into another as Andrew comes inside of me with a loud groan, his place quickly taken by James. Hands run over my breasts, lips brush over my skin, and at some point, I start stroking someone’s erection, eliciting sounds that only make me grip him tighter.
We’re a mess of sounds and touches, all connected by our shared love for each other. I wrap my legs around the man who's still pushing into me, who’s filling me up completely. We’re teetering on the edge, but I can’t bring myself to let us jump into bliss. That will mean this moment is over and they’ll stop touching me. I'm not going to let him go. I'm not going to let any of them go. They’re mine, my husbands, my men, and I am their wife, hybrid or not.
CHAPTER NINE
My husbands look better than ever. Their skin is flushed in a healthy rose shade rather than their usual pallor. They don’t cough as much and they seem happier here in the countryside. They’re not as stressed, either. I’ve never been so relaxed as I am here, and it’s just the same for them.
We’ve extended our honeymoon by two weeks to spend Christmas with Aunt Laura. I think she enjoys the company as well. None of her own children will be able to come here for the festivities, so it saves her from having to travel to them or be here on her own.
I’ve really come to like her. Of course, I’ve not forgotten her earlier hostility, but I’m now convinced that was just due to her being worried for her nephews. Maybe she saw me as someone taking advantage of them. Maybe she would have even been the same to a human woman.
“Darling, would you pass me the tea?”
I smile and pour her a cup, handing it back to Aunt Laura. She’s throning in her armchair as always, but instead of her usual knitting, today her lap is covered in wrapping paper. I’ve been helping her wrap presents for her relatives, all the while worrying that I don’t have anything to give to her and my husbands. I had planned to get them something once we were back in the city, but now that we’re staying here, there’s no way for me to buy them something. There are no shops near the farmhouse, and I’ve been told that taking the carriage to the nearest village would be too dangerous on my own. Hybrids are rare here and Mr Brown’s attitude is widespread among the locals. Aunt Laura’s had a bit of a cough in the past week, otherwise she would have come with me. So here I am, stuck, resigned to having nothing but my love as a present for my men.
“Only one more to go,” Aunt Laura says with a smile, putting yet another beautifully wrapped present on the pile next to her. “Then we can move on to yours.”
I look at the floor. “I don’t have any yet.”
She grins and points at a chest in the corner. “Surprise!”
I frown, confused. That chest is always there, but I’ve never opened it. With a shrug, I get up and kneel down in front of it. The mahogany wood is beautifully polished, making it shimmer in the light of the fireplace. Inside is an assortment of items, all of them familiar.
“I found your list,” Aunt Laura says softly. “I hope you don’t mind I had one of the servants buy them for you.”
I jump to my feet, run towards her and give her a hug.
I’d forgotten the list I’d written with the things I’d give to my men if I could. Most of them were just dreams, items I could never afford. A new pocket watch for Luke. A chess set for Dan because a few of his chess pieces have gone missing and he wants them all to match. For Andrew, an illustrated copy of Homer’s Iliad.
“It’s nothing,” the old woman chuckles while I can’t stop blubbering my thanks. “I’m glad the boys are getting what they actually want. I would never have known what to give them. You did me a favour, darling.”
“Thank you,” I say for about the hundredth time. “You don’t even know how much this means to me.”
She pats my back. “It’s lovely having young people in the house again. It’s been quiet here for far too long.”
“I’m trying to persuade them that we should stay a little longer,” I admit, finally letting her go from my overenthusiastic hug. “Their business seems to be going well while their assistant is looking after everything. They don’t need to be in the city, they can keep their eye on it from here.”
“I agree, it’s good for them. They never should have moved to the city, it’s not good for them. Their health has always been poor, but living in all that smog and smoke with their lung condition is simply idiotic.”
I smile at her choice of words. She’s right. My husbands are idiots for not living in the countryside where they can be outside without dying from coughing fits. Here, the only thing they have to be careful with is the smoke of the fireplace, but as long as the wood is nice and dry, it doesn’t affect them.
“Now, let’s wrap those presents,” Aunt Laura says and points at the chest again. I smile, now a lot more enthusiastic about the upcoming celebration.
THE SERVANTS HAVE BEEN sent home, each of them with a box of goodies to open the day after Christmas. The new cook doesn’t start until after the holidays, so our Christmas meal is simple, but still more opulent than what we would have had back home.
A large plate of roast beef is surrounded by bowls of vegetables and a basket with thick slices of bread. I pour yet another helping of the most delicious gravy over my food.
“Are you trying to teach your meat to swim?” Andrew asks with a laugh.
I grin and wave my spoon at him. “It’s not my fault the gravy is so good. It would be a waste not to eat it all.”
“Eat as much as you want, dear,” Aunt Laura says, smiling widely. “There’s more gravy in the kitchen.”
I raise an eyebrow at Andrew and continue eating my gravy-drenched vegetables.
After lunch, we retire to the sitting room and sit around the fireplace. Dan pours the men some whisky and a gin for both Aunt Laura and myself. I can’t drink much alcohol, it messes with my machine parts for some reason, but
a little gin won’t hurt, I’m sure.
Before he sits down, Luke takes something from the mantlepiece and hands it to me. It’s a small bronze box, simple and unremarkable. I look up before opening it. All three man are staring at me expectantly.
“Open it before they combust in excitement,” Aunt Laura says drily. “I can’t stand the tension.”
I smile and take the lid off. Inside are four rings, the same colour as the box, but so much more special. Tiny cogs are soldered together to form the rings, then twisted and entwined until it looks like they’re grating against each other.
I take the smallest of the rings and hold it up to see it closer. Small traces of silver decorate the cogs, almost imperceptible until light hits the metal and they begin to sparkle.
“It’s beautiful,” I gasp, slowly putting it on my ring finger.
“Wait until you’ve seen the best part,” Dan says and holds out his hand. “Give us ours.”
I hand out the other three rings until we’re each wearing one. The men get up and Andrew pulls me to my feet.
“Give me your hand,” he whispers and I do as he asks. As soon as our skin touches, the ring begins to quiver, shaking slightly on my finger.
“What’s going on?” I ask but Luke interrupts me by wrapping his hand around mine from below, his fingers touching that of his brother. The ring’s vibrations increase, making my entire arm tremble. It’s a strange feeling, but not uncomfortable.
“And finally, me,” Dan says and curls his fingers around my wrist.
Suddenly, the cogs of my ring begin to turn, first slowly, then faster until they reach a steady rhythm. It’s not a steady movement, no, it’s a pulse, a sound that reminds me of something.
The sound of a beating heart. A human heart.
“We didn’t have a ring for you when we got married,” Andrew explains. “But that gave us the time to find the perfect one.”
Their rings are turning as well, the cogs fitting perfectly together.
Just like us.
“Happy Christmas,” they say as one and when I look up into their eyes, I know that I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
~The End~
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