by Lilly Wilder
“God, you’re perfect,” Anderson mutters, standing behind me.
His hands travel slowly over my body, feeling every indentation, every hill, every protruding bone with the tips of his fingers. I help Fynn get out of his clothes, with Anderson’s hands still on my body. Then, I turn to him, and do the same.
They take me to the bed, and I lay down onto my back. The thin fabric of my panties feels suffocating somehow. But, I dare not take it off. There is thunder in my groin, in my chest, in my heart.
Fynn’s lips clash with mine again, more demanding this time. As we’re kissing, I feel Anderson’s fingers sliding my panties down my legs, spreading them forcefully. I moan into Fynn’s mouth, noiselessly.
The heat of Anderson’s breath hits my velvet underground like an implosion. My back arches, as his tongue introduces itself to my soft, needy folds. I gasp with desire. My toes curl, as Anderson keeps licking my pussy. I adjust myself a little closer to him, all the while cupping Fynn’s face with the palms of my hands, as if scared of letting him go.
Pleasure shudders through my entire body, as Anderson’s lips pull at my clit, sucking it. My whole body starts to tremble, surrendering to the sensation that threatens to swallow me whole. He is so good, it’s as if he knows my body better than I know it myself. I’m his instrument, and he is playing the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. His fingers join in the fun, sliding in only one at first.
Fynn’s hands are on my tits, my nipples hard and erect, begging for more. There is a soundless hum in my mind, sheer bliss. My legs hook over Anderson’s shoulders, his tongue working with his fingers deeper, harder, picking up the rhythm.
I’m about to explode. Implode. Dissolve into a million little pieces. As if sensing this, Anderson quickly pulls away, leaving a vast emptiness where his tongue and face once were.
“Ahhh…” I moan, my body begging him to come back, not to leave me like this.
Fynn pulls away, and instead of his lips, I find his erect cock, ready to be worshipped. My mouth opens obediently, taking in only the tip at first. At the same time, Anderson returns with his devil tongue, making it all even more intense.
I play with Fynn’s cock, my lips curling around it, sucking, licking, as Anderson finds fury in friction, leading me closer and closer to the brink. He is focused on my clit now, rubbing the perfect spot, his fingers sliding inside of me, making it increasingly difficult to breath.
“Oh, my God…” I shout, slurping my own saliva from Fynn’s throbbing cock.
My orgasm hits me fast, an elated wave of pleasure that cuts me in half. Fynn’s cock flops out of my mouth, allowing me to fully partake in this moment. The rapture is too much. My body tenses, convulses, as Anderson’s tongue continues relentlessly, burying my pussy in more licks and finger fucks.
Slowly, I float down to earth, light as a cloud. My eyes are closed. I feel like I’m made of cotton candy and rainclouds. But, they don’t let me rest.
“Do you have a condom?” Anderson asks.
I get up, open the bedside drawer, and get one out from all the way in the back. It’s actually from the time my best friend gave it to me with the instructions to have fun. I remember just shoving it in there. Well, now, I’m having fun.
We get back onto the bed, and I give it to him. He rips the condom wrapper and rolls it on. My legs are spread out once more, and I feel the tip of Anderson’s cock press against my still leaking pussy. He slides in effortlessly, filling me up to the brim. He takes me in one long thrust.
“That feels so good…” I moan.
My eyelids lift in a haze, and Fynn is there again, his cock swollen and needy. His fingers claw my hair, pulling me closer onto him, making me take all of him in my mouth. Adrenalin surges through me. I crave them both so much. They set me on fire, I feel like I’m going to disintegrate, only to be reborn, like a Phoenix, from the ashes of my own death.
Fynn thrusts into my mouth, as Anderson fucks me. We all get carried away. Full satisfaction guaranteed with every single stroke. None of us is taking it slow. We’re past that. Our tempo is united, rhythmical. It’s a give and take of heavenly and hellish, pain and pleasure. We’re bound and intertwined all three of us: mind, body and soul.
I suck Fynn off, using my tongue, my warm breath powerful, bringing him to the brink. My screams are born and they die inside of me. Our pleasure intensifies. Rising higher and higher, until we are no longer three different individuals. We are one.
I feel Fynn’s cock rigid inside my mouth. Anderson thrusts harder and harder. There is an animal inside all of us, waiting, clawing to be released. Their effort is desperate.
My pussy and mouth clench together at the same time. We all go tumbling over the invisible edge, right into the abyss of ecstasy. Another orgasm, even more violent, more devastating than the previous one, scorches right through me. Anderson comes within seconds. He finishes inside of me, the condom keeping us all safe from any possible accidents. Fynn instantly roars, and fills my throat with his hot seed.
I feel two cocks pulsating inside of me, electrifying my every muscle. It’s a storm of our own creation, and it takes us a while to come down to earth. The aftermath is indulgent. The sizzle is gone at this point, but it is easy to just enjoy the moment.
Our breathing returns to normal shortly. Fynn lies down next to me, my head on his shoulder. Anderson lies on his other side, his hand lying over Fynn’s chest and my hips. Fynn turns and kisses the tip of nose. I lift my gaze, and for the first time ever, I see something I’ve never seen in his eyes before. There is vulnerability there. There is trust. There is love.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” I hear him say.
“This is it for us,” Anderson adds. “There is no going back now.”
They give me a second, and I can’t even think straight. I’m overjoyed.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” Fynn suddenly says more gravely. “I know this must be a lot to take in. Just know that we’re not going anywhere. We’ll be here, waiting for your decision. Then, we will do exactly as you instruct us. If you agree, we will stay by your side til the end. But, if you don’t want that, all it takes is a single word, and we will disappear. You will never see us again.”
“No,” I grab at his chest, exactly where his heart is. “I don’t want that. I mean, I want this. I want you. Both of you. I want us all to be together, and have babies, and live in the mountains, and share everything. The good, the bad, everything.”
Neither of them says anything to that. I close my eyes. I don’t need to see to know that we are all smiling. We are all happy. Finally, our real lives can begin.
Chapter 27
Anderson
When I wake up, the sunlight from the window tells me it’s much later than it should be. I overslept. As usual. I turn to the other side of the bed, expecting either Fynn or Maddie, but neither of them is here. The sheets are cold. So, they must have been up for a while now.
I prop myself onto my elbows, looking around the room. I’m in Maddie’s room. There are still some leftovers from her teenage days. Still some glittery shit on the big mirror. The jewelry that seems to belong to someone older and more sophisticated. Maybe her mom. And, a photo of the three of them, the whole family, in a small picture frame by that same mirror.
I remember Hugo back in the day. Ambitious. Cocky. I guess, we’re all cocky and think we got the world by the balls when we know someone loves us. And, his wife loved him. That much was obvious to everyone. That was how Kayne knew he’d get him. Hugo cared about the money, but he was one of those people who always thought “Fuck it, I can just go make some more.” But, he could never make another wife. Not like that one. And, Kayne knew it.
I get up, my cock exhausted from the sex last night, and grab the photo frame. Maddie looks so much like her mother. That’s probably why Kayne targeted her for his final revenge blow.
I sigh, putting it back in its place, carefully. Hopefu
lly, this shit storm is over now and we can go on with our lives. But, how? Will she agree to the more than unconventional life we would offer her? Or would she just say, no thanks?
I doubt that, after meeting her, we’d be able to find anyone like her. No way. She’s one of a kind.
With those thoughts in mind, I find my t-shirt on the floor and a pair of sweatpants, and put them on. I walk downstairs, and hear chuckling in the kitchen.
“But, how can it be alive and dead at the same time?” Maddie asks, just as I’m walking into the kitchen.
They’re both seated at the table, with a cup of coffee in their hands. She looks absolutely stunning. She is wearing just an oversized t-shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she has that morning glow about her.
“So, who’s alive and dead at the same time?” I wonder. “And, can that zombie make me a coffee, too?”
Maddie chuckles. “Sit down, I’ll get you some coffee.”
I do as she instructs, and Fynn smiles at me.
“Fynn was just telling me about the Schrödinger’s cat,” she explains.
“Not the cat again,” I roll my eyes. “He’s told me about it like five times already, and I still don’t get it.”
“You’ve never really been an intellectual, Anderson,” Fynn mocks, good-humoredly.
“And, I’m doing just fine, thank you very much,” I grin. “But, maybe Maddie can explain it to a layman better.”
“Oh, I wish,” she smiles, pouring me a fresh cup of heavenly coffee. “It just seems like a case of two parallel realities, you know, the cat is both alive and it’s not alive. I mean, you can’t know. The box is closed. So, both theories are in fact true, because neither can be disproved. At least, until there is an observation and reality kicks in.”
“See!” Fynn nods enthusiastically. “That’s exactly it. She gets it from the start.”
“Well done,” I give her a little clap, and we all laugh.
She brings her cup to her lips, and gazes at us from behind it, her eyes curious and wide.
“So, what’s our plan for the day?” she suddenly wonders.
“Plan?” Fynn repeats.
“I know you guys need to go to the station, fill out a report, explain everything that’s happened with Kayne,” she nods.
“Absolutely,” I nod. “I’ll leave Fynn to handle that.”
“So, what else is new?” Fynn snorts.
“I was thinking, maybe later we could hang out… or something,” she adds, her cheeks blushing furiously.
“About that, Maddie – “ Fynn starts.
“I don’t mean to pressure you guys into anything,” she suddenly shakes her head, as if she’s said something wrong. “I probably shouldn’t have pushed. Sorry.”
“Whoa, whoa,” I chuckle. “Hold your horses, girl. There’s something we’d like to talk to you about.”
“About what?” she asks.
“Fynn?” I look over at him. “You’re better at this official stuff. Why don’t you explain it to her?”
“Guys, you’re really making me nervous here,” she smiles, a little anxiously, as she waits for us to clarify.
“You always leave me with the difficult part of the job,” Fynn grins. “Alright then.”
He clears his throat a little, before continuing.
“The circumstances under which the three of us met were anything but ordinary. And, I think we all felt the same in the beginning. We were pushing you away, because it was too dangerous. I had no idea how this would end. And, I didn’t even want to think about the worst possibility, which by the way, almost happened.”
“Why don’t you cut to the chase?” I poke fun at him, knowing he hates that.
“Then, why don’t you do it, smart ass?” he grins back. “Anyway, Maddie… you know our story. Well, most of it. You know what we are. You know what we do. What you may not know is that everyone in our clan chooses their mate. The person we choose has to be special, in more ways than one. She has to fulfill many conditions, and I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s difficult finding the right partner, or in our case, a mate.”
I watch her as she listens to him patiently. That lingering smile never leaves her face, and I’m sure that hers is the face I want to see for the rest of my life.
“A long time ago, Anderson and I vowed that we’d choose our mate together. That, as you can expect, makes things even more difficult, because not many would consider our offer. You… did. I can’t even begin to tell you how surprised I was at that. I mean, I hoped. Anderson hoped, too. But, you just blew our minds. You are so amazing, Maddie.”
She blushes at his words, and I want to wrap my arms around her, but I refrain from doing so. Fynn needs to tell her what we want, what we need from her, and we can only hope that she will agree.
“Maybe you already know what I want to tell you, what we both want to tell you.”
He pauses, her smile widens a little. I can see it in her eyes that she knows. She senses. And, she likes it.
“Will you be our mate?” Fynn asks simply.
She looks at him, then at me.
“Will I be your only mate?” she suddenly asks, like a little child, afraid that she will have to share her favorite toy.
“Of course,” Fynn actually laughs at this one, and I join in.
“I mean, you won’t replace me with someone later on?” she blushes ever more as she asks this.
“We have only one mate,” Fynn explains. “Til death do us part, as you like to vow to each other.”
“I think I’d like that,” she whispers.
I jump to her and wrap my arms around her thin little neck, as she is still seated on the chair. Fynn walks over to us slowly. He uses both hands to enshroud us both.
“So, is there anything I need to know about this?” she asks again, curiously.
“Like what?” I reply with another question, sitting back at the table.
“Like, will we all be living together?”
“Of course,” Fynn nods. “No question about it.”
“And, our kids – “
“Are our kids,” he answers that one, too. “It doesn’t matter whose sperm made it to the egg first.”
He says it so seriously that we can’t stop laughing at some point. Even he joins in. After a few moments of incessant laughter, she continues dreamily.
“And, where will we live?”
“I have a big house on the outskirts, just at the foot of a nearby mountain. I always wanted to live there once I settle down. And, I think Fynn agrees, as well.”
“There’s a view of the mountain from the window?” she smiles.
“It’s breath-taking,” I assure her. “And, you don’t need to worry about anything. We’ll take care of everything, of you, the kids, absolutely everything.”
“Oh, I have no concerns about that,” she beams. “You’ve proven yourselves to me more than once. I trust you with my life.”
I feel as if someone grabbed my heart and won’t let go. Maybe that’s what love feels like. It’s a bit scary. A bit overwhelming. But, you don’t want that hand to ever let go of you, even if it does occasionally squeeze a little too tight.
Chapter 28
It’s been a week since life has returned to usual. At least, it’s trying to, and we are doing our best to accommodate the new developments. For the time being, while my dad is at the hospital, all three of us are still living in his mansion. I’ve taken it upon myself to keep up with the cleaning and the usual housework, with a little bit of hired help. After all, it’s an unnecessarily huge house. I kept telling him to sell it, and just get a smaller one, maybe somewhere in the mountains, but his reasoning was always that he lived in this house with my mother, and he will die in it, too. I guess I understand.
I always thought living with someone would be difficult. After all, it’s two souls adapting to a new level of existence: co-existence. And, with us, there are three
souls. However, it’s been nothing but smooth sailing. Anderson and Fynn are still very much different, but it is so easy to talk to them. I guess, it’s easy to find common ground when all parties involved wish everyone to be happy. And, that’s all I want, to be happy with the two of them.
It’s lunch time, and only Anderson is home. Fynn is at the station. He is needed on some top secret president-related matter, and it’s only him, so Anderson is given the day off. I thought he’d be a little offended, but he actually welcomed the day off, and spending it at home with me.
We sit down to have lunch together, and I relish his smile and his compliments about my new-found cooking skills.
“You always seem to outdo yourself with your meals,” he smiles at me. “This meat is so tender and I love the sauce. Is that avocado?”
“Yes, and just FYI, you love me, so you have to say that,” I giggle, waving a fork defensively in the air. “Don’t think for a second that I don’t know your game.”
“No, I love you, so I don’t have to say that, because you already love me and I don’t need to butter you up. You’re ours.” He winks at me, then blows me a kiss.
“That’s true,” I shake my head jokingly at him. “But, - “
At that moment, the phone rings. I usually don’t pick it up when I’m having a meal with them, but this time, a gut feeling tells me I need to.
“Sorry,” I tell him, wiping my lips on the napkin, and then grabbing the phone.
“Yes?” I reply, without recognizing the caller number. “Yes, this is she… He is!? Oh, my God… yes… of course… Of course… I’ll be right there, thank you. Goodbye.”
I hang up the phone with trembling hands. My lips are dry, and I feel like I’m both out of breath and out of words to explain what just happened.
“What is it, Maddie?”
He gets up from the kitchen table and walks over to me. His hands rest on my shoulders, and I’m grateful for the support. Otherwise, I’m afraid I might slump down onto the floor, like a heavy bag of potatoes.