by Casey Morgan
“We’d be honored,” said gran, giving me a hug. “Ooo, you’ll make such a pretty bride.”
“What kind of tattoos are we going to get?” asked Tavish. “Just our names and such? Little hearts or something.”
“Hmm, let’s think about that,” I said. “I would definitely want the four of you tattooed to me.”
“That’s a lot of words,” said Ronan. “What if we just did initials in the hearts?”
“Shouldn’t we all get the same tattoo?” asked Seth. “I mean, so we match.”
“Ooo. No,” said Connor. “I’ve got it. We get one of those tattoos when you push them all together, they make one picture.”
No one else in the room liked that idea as much as Connor. They made noises testifying to that fact.
“What? That would be clever,” he insisted. “Then we could always show them off together.”
“And what if I’m away or you’re away?” said Seth. “Then we can’t do it.”
“That’s not the point,” said Connor.
“And it would be hard to find a point on our bodies that we could all mash together,” said Tavish.
“It’s easy, we pick a spot on our arms,” said Connor, holding up his arm.
“The underside of the arm?” said Tavish. “Do you know how much more painful that would be?”
“It would?” asked Ronan worried. “Can they be very small then?”
“No,” said Connor. “We’ll just get them on the other side. Why are ye making this so complicated?”
“Let’s table this for another time,” I suggested. “We could consult with the tattoo guy. Maybe he will have a suggestion. I’m sure they’ve done this before.”
“Where are you all going to live?” asked Honora, stopping the tattoo talk.
“Well, right now I’m in Seth’s place, but I’ve been looking for an apartment,” I explained.
“An apartment?” said Burt. “You’re not all going to live together? What’s the point of getting married then?”
“You know what, he has a point,” I said. “Maybe we should reconsider and get ourselves a house.”
“I’m skeptical,” said Seth. “You buy someone else’s house, you buy someone else’s problems.”
“It’s true, but you build a new house,” suggested Burt. “And in some ways, it’s a lot cheaper.”
“How so?” asked Seth.
“Well unless you’re an electrician or a plumber, you’ll have to hire those,” explained Burt. “But I build this house and rebuilt it over the years. It’s not all that hard to do.”
“Building a house seems complicated,” said Ronan.
“It is, but so what?” said Burt. “Ye got a pretty wife, lad. Ye have to grow up and do manly things.”
“I do have some background in engineering,” said Connor. “Plus, I have some friends in construction. I’ll bet we could save money.”
“And there’s five of ye,” said Honora. “Between the five of ye, ye should be able to afford it. A two-person couple struggling would just have to go in debt but you? You have three businesses here. Plus, Keira, I’m sure you make good money in America.”
“I do okay,” I admitted. “I’d have to get rid of my apartment in New York, but I was going to do that anyway.”
“Listen,” said Burt. “Ye buy the property first. That’s pretty cheap relatively speaking. Then if you had to sit on it for a bit while you gather more funds, ye do that. But I think between the five of ye, even at your age, ye should be able to swing it.”
“Ye thank a bank would give us a loan then?” asked Seth.
“With five people paying it off?” said Burt, nodding. “Sure. Wouldn’t ye if ye were the bank? Sounds like a safe bet to me.” He stopped for a minute and scratched his chin. “You know I’ve got a mate, he’s getting on in years, he’s got a little cottage and some land.”
“Where is it?” asked Tavish.
“Not far at all,” he said. “East of here, down McClellan Road. Near that tree at the intersection.”
“Oh, sure,” said Tavish remembering. “I know where that is. But that place is small.”
“Yeah, but the land is pretty decent sized,” said Burt. “Ye buy the place, live in the cottage until the house is built.”
“Do ye think he’ll sell to us?” asked Seth.
“Aw, yeah,” assured Burt. “He’s definitely got to sell. He’s moving in with his daughter. Now the cottage is a bit run down, y’see. But it probably won’t matter to you if you’re building a new house, right? It should keep the price nice and low and then you’ll have a guest cottage ye can fix up.”
“That sounds perfect,” I said excited. “Will you give him a call for us?”
“Sure, lass,” said Grandpa Burt. “It’s the least I can do.”
“What about the ceremony?” asked Honora. “Ye have to start thinking about what you’re going to wear.”
“I think where they’re going to live is more important,” said Burt.
“Oh, hush,” dismissed Honora. “A woman only gets married for the first time once. It’s got to be special and the dress should be too.”
“Will you take me around to the dress shops?” I asked.
Gran got a very excited look on her face. I could tell that’s exactly what she wanted me to say.
“You could help me plan the whole thing,” I said excitedly. “I’ll need a good flower shop too.”
“Ooo. I know just the place,” she said, her whole face lighting up. “This is going to be so much fun.”
“I’ll make the cake,” said Tavish. “In fact, I’m thinking of making five cakes, ye know, so everyone could have more icing.”
“I can get us a deal on tuxes,” said Seth.
We looked at him suspiciously.
“Not that they’ll be cheap or anythin’,” assured Seth. “What? Ye don’t want to save a little money? How many times do ye think we’ll wear tuxes after our wedding? I mean, honestly?”
“Hate to admit it, but he has a point,” agreed Connor.
“That’s fine, you boys work out that,” said Honora, laughing. “Keira and I will do all the work. Like women do. As usual.”
“Listen to this one,” laughed granddad. “Ye think a wedding was the cure for cancer the way she’s going on.”
“In a way it is,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Ours was magical and I’ve never been so happy.”
“Ye just wanted to be standing next to three other fellas,” joked Burt.
“Oh, hush,” blushed gran. “I was only teasing ye.”
We made wedding plans and house plans for the future. With my grandparents on board I knew it was going to be great.
Epilogue
Keira
Several weeks later and so much had changed. My life with the elves had really started to click. Burt’s friend sold us his cottage and I moved in. It was a little small, as he had said, so the boys still had their own places, but they were transitioning out. And on most nights, they stayed with me. Connor’s friend gave us a great deal on building the house and Connor helped in the design and the construction.
After we had the tattoos done, we held a private ceremony at Burt and Honora’s just in time for St. Valentine’s Day. We showed them off at the reception. It was a pattern of five hearts that went down the arm with our first names on them. Shanna and Mila were bridesmaids and I made Gran my Maid of Honor. She deserved it for all she had done. The flowers, the decorations, my dress; they were all perfect thanks to her.
Needless to say, the groom’s side of the aisle was a wee bit crowded. That was okay, the spill over filled my side and my parents were happy to come and support me. They never wavered once when they heard of my situation. I had a few friends that questioned it at first, but after a while all were very supportive.
“Well, I have to thank you for your advice, Shanna,” I said during the reception. “You certainly knew what you were talking about.”
“Me?” she asked
innocently. “What did I do?”
“You got me hooked up with a whole bunch of Irish elves,” I laughed.
“Well, they are addictive,” she smiled. “Ye just can’t stop a one.”
Mila was wondering around saying high to Granddad and Honora, she made eye contact with us and walked over.
“Hey Mila,” I said, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. “How goes everything with your wedding plans?” I asked.
“Oh, ya know, we should be ready in a few weeks,” she said. “I should have Honora help me. Look at what a great job she did.”
“I know, right?”
After the reception, we took everyone over to see the house and what had been built so far. It was very large and sturdy. It would have an amazing view of the ocean once it was completed. Everyone offered their compliments and we danced till the stares came out as the local sprite band played.
Finally, when the reception was over, we said our goodbyes to everyone and retreated into the cottage for some honeymoon sex.
“It was a fine ceremony,” said Seth. “Were you happy with how everything went, Keira?”
“Yeah, it was just perfect,” I said, sitting down on a bench and taking off my heels. “I can’t wait to get the pictures and video back.”
“Should we give our presents now?” asked Ronan.
“Yes,” I said, reaching to a pile of boxes on the table next to me. “Here’s yours.”
Ronan opened the box. I got him a cool leather jacket. It would make him look and feel manly I figured.
“Ooo, this is nice,” he said, grinning. “So stylish. Thanks, luv.”
Tavish opened his gift from me next. It was a 1st edition cookbook from Julia Childs.
“Wow, this is great,” he said, flipping through it. “I can’t wait to try some of these recipes.”
Seth opened his box, it was a new hand-painted sign for his shop. Which he had now names Irish Treasures. “This is by far, the best present you could have ever gotten me,” he said.
Finally, Connor opened his, it was an ancient book on secret societies I got at the Dublin flea market.
“I’ve never heard of this book,” he said. “Thank you so much. Now open our gifts to you.”
I opened Connor’s gift first. It was a book on Irish history and a framed picture of me kissing the Blarney Stone.
“That’s sweet,” I said. “Thank you.”
I opened Tavish’s gift next. He had made these elaborate cookies shaped like little houses with white chocolate dripping on them like snow. I ate one. It was crunchy and delicious.
“I tried to make them look like how our house is going to look,” he explained.
“Mmm. They’re good,” I said.
I opened Seth’s gift. It was a vintage typewriter.
“For your new office,” he said. “It can just be for show or you can really use it, it works.”
I ran my fingers over a few keys of the typewriter and felt how it moved. “This is so neat. Thank you, Love.”
Finally, I came to Ronan’s gift. I opened it. He had made a scrapbook of our adventures to get rid of the McDonnell’s curse complete with pictures, ticket stubs and illustrations of the places we had been.
“Oh, this is so sweet,” I cried. “Thank you, baby.”
I kissed Ronan and then I kissed everyone. It was a beautiful moment between me and my husbands. I wanted it to last forever.
“Guys, I just want to say,” I began. “A year ago, I didn’t even know who I was. I was stuck in a failing relationship and working in a city where I hardly knew anyone. Now I have family, a real family to call my own and I just… Well, I’ve never been more happy and I have you to thank. Thank you all so much.”
Once again, I hugged and kissed everyone. My elves thanked me back. I liked to think I touched their lives as much as they touched mine. I don’t know where I’d be without them.
“Connor,” I said. “Do you have the plans for the house handy? I want to see them.”
Connor got the plans out and rolled them out on the kitchen table.
“You see this room,” I said. “I know it would be perfect for a study, but I’m thinking it would be good for something else.”
“For what?” asked Seth.
“A nursery,” I smiled.
The boys were overjoyed. I was pregnant with our first child and we’d soon be an even bigger family. I hugged them all. There was talk of potential names and whether or not it would be a boy or a girl. No one seemed to care who the biological father was, not that it really mattered to us.
Seth was very tentative suddenly. He didn’t want to hug me too hard now that he knew about the baby. The other guys followed his lead.
“Seth, guys,” I said. “Relax, I’m not made of glass. Let’s get kinky. I want to do wild stuff on my honeymoon.”
“Okay,” laughed Seth. “What do you want to do?”
“I want you tie me up and blindfold me,” I began. “Then I want you to all have sex with me at the same time and I’ll try to guess where each one of you are inside me.”
“Do ye want a gag?” asked Ronan.
“Mmm, no,” I said, after thinking it over. “That would get in the way.”
“So, ya don’t want like a scenario where we kidnapped you or anythin’. You’re a willing tied up girl?” said Seth trying to understand.
“Yeah,” I said. “If I need any more than that, I’ll just imagine it. Now remember, you shouldn’t talk, or it’ll give it away.”
So, we stripped completely naked and I took a few minutes to get the boys nice and hard. I sucked on Ronan’s long shaft and tickled his balls with my tongue. I licked Tavish up and down his shaft, his rock-hard abs and his chest. I sucked on Connor’s cock until he was rock hard and ready to cum. I teased Seth with my finger and licked the tip of his dickhole until he was engorged. All the while, I stroked the others and they were soon all ready.
Connor found a rope left over from the construction site and Ronan blindfolded me with a piece of cloth. I laid down on the bed with my butt at the edge and my hands tied behind my back.
“My feet too,” I said. “Tie my feet together.”
Without a word, the boys obeyed. It was exciting being dominated like this. It was something I always thought about, but never had the guts to try. I was surprised by how wet I was getting just thinking about it.
Suddenly, there was a dick touching my lips. I opened my mouth and it was inserted. I started sucking it and tried to think of who it was. Then I started moaning as two different tongues licked on my ass and pussy. The sensations combined with the restraint was oddly arousing. I knew that I could be asked to be let up at any time, but the roleplaying was taking this to a different level.
I was moaning on whoever’s cock it was. After a bit, I figured it out. It was Seth. It tasted like Seth. He wore the same cologne, which I think he sprayed it on his junk.
Down below, I felt a cock penetrate my ass and I squealed in delight. I was pretty sure it was Connor. Now a muscular thick cock, which I assumed was Tavish, entered my pussy. It stretched my walls and made me moan.
“Ooooh. Oh, God!” I grunted.
Finally, a second cock, covered in lube, also slipped into my vagina. It stretched my tight little hole good. I could feel all four them fucking me in my holes. Quickly, I became overcome by the feeling of my pussy walls being stretched. I didn’t want to speak, I just wanted to experience them and moan my pleasure. I was moaning on Seth’s cock as he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth.
Above me and behind me, I could hear the grunting and groaning. With my eyes covered, I could concentrate on the sensations and feel their cocks pulsing inside me. I felt them cumming just before the cum erupted into me. I loosened my throat and accepted Seth’s gift, gobbling up his cum. I feel the hot, steamy loads of Tavis and Ronan fill my pussy. Connor’s seed blasted into my ass. All of it made me quiver inside and it was enhanced by the bondage. I couldn’t move, I could only shake
and enjoy it. Something about their strength and dominance made me cum harder than I ever had before.
“Ooooh. Oooh!” I cooed. “So good…so good.”
After a few minutes of me laying on the bed and just quivering inside. I regained control of myself and just started to pant. Seth, who had walked to a different part of the room, now spoke.
“So, what was the order?” he asked.
“Connor, Ronan, Tavish and then Seth,” I said pointing correctly with my blindfold on.
“Well, that was quite impressive,” said Seth. “Ya could tell just by the feel of our cocks, could ye?”
“There was some noise I could hear, but yes,” I said. “I know my men and I know their cocks.”
Ronan untied me, and I sat up on the bed.
“How was it to be tied up, then?” he asked.
“It definitely enhanced things,” I said. “I don’t know if I’d do it all the time, but I did enjoy it immensely.”
I popped into the shower and the boys broke out some of the reception food to eat. So, they were all sitting around the kitchen eating when I got done. We had tons leftover and tons of cake. Tavish was beginning to regret making five of them, but Seth had no such regrets. He downed his third piece of the day.
“Hahaha,” laughed Tavish. “Ye wee doughy bastard. Three slices of cake.”
“It’s my wedding day,” he said, dismissing Tavish. “Have you even had a slice?”
“I’m tryin’ to cut back,” he said. “I already ate way too much at the bakery. Do ye know how hard it is to work there and not pig out all day? Especially with a great baker like me?”
Connor looked over the plans of the house and Ronan watched him while eating his own piece of cake.
“Maybe we should start over with the design,” he suggested. “I wasn’t thinking of the wee ones when I was doing this.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” assured Ronan. “You worry too much.”
“Look whose telling who to relax,” smiled Connor. “You’ve come a long way, Ronan. You’ve got so much confidence now.”
“My wife is a big supporter,” he said. “I owe it all to her.”