by Viola Grace
She glanced up at her audience then fastened her eyes on the floor. Keeping them there seemed safer—the glowing eyes were too intense for her.
Her hands reached behind her to loosen the clasp on her bra, and she did it swiftly then shoved her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them.
Mortification coloured her a delicate rose, and she could see the blush reaching her thighs. Her hands rubbed against her sides as Esmy plotted her next move. She had no idea what to do.
Thankfully, they took care of that for her.
Looking down as she was, she had an excellent view of the hands that now began to caress her. Two fastened on her shoulders and began to stroke down to her breasts while the other two caressed her from behind, stroking her ribs and caressing her ass.
“I think that we will handle the rest of the evening,” Orlyn whispered in her ear, and she realized that it was his cock pressing into her ass as his hands kneaded the globes. He leaned over and began to lick and suck at her neck and shoulder. Boral moved from standing before her, caressing her breasts, to kneeling in front of her, suckling and kissing at her nipples.
The bolts of pleasure at their mouths on her were incredible. Boral moved his mouth lower, her ribs, her belly and then used his hands to part her thighs. As his mouth closed on her heat, her legs gave way, and she fell into Orlyn’s waiting hands as he chuckled into her neck.
Boral used both his lips and tongue to caress and part her folds then paid special attention to the tiny bud at the top of her sex that was now inflamed and shrieking for contact. As his tongue flicked at her, he slid two fingers inside her, stroking into the wetness that had been spurred by their activity. Her hips bucked against him, and she was grateful for the hands supporting her. Orlyn was not going to stand idly by though. He moved one hand from her ass to her breast and began to tweak and pull at the engorged nipple. Goose bumps ran down her flesh as she squirmed in their embrace. Her flailing hands found Boral’s hair and became fists to lock him in his torturous position. She was so close.
A particularly viscous and sharp bite on her neck was all it took. She arched and wailed her release, locked in the grip of the two fey.
Before the spasms had eased, she was on her back on the bed, and one of the hard cocks was sliding into her. She didn’t know which because in the few moments that she had been insensate with her release, they had slipped a blindfold over her eyes.
Her back arched as he slid deep within her slick and snug channel. Oh, gods, this is too much. She moaned and clutched blindly at the strong shoulders above her, hearing a deep chuckle. Orlyn. It was definitely Orlyn. Her hands stroked his arms, shoulders, chest, and back, learning the feel of him. Her hips rose and fell as with every thrust and twist of his hips, he stroked a sensitive spot deep within her. Unbelievably, she felt herself starting to cum again. Her body tensing and heaving as it sought the pleasure and found it within easy reach.
A high, keening wail sounded, followed by a hoarse shout from above her. She realized that he had been waiting until he could take her with him. She collapsed back into the sheets and was too exhausted to protest when an arm came around her and flipped her to her sweaty belly.
A pillow was tucked under her hips for comfort and a second hard member plunged into her wet cunt. She groaned as he worked inside her, the previous seed left within her slicking her passage so that he slid home easily. He set a slow pace, rocking forward then retreating with knowledgeable precision. Every thrust sent the head of his cock past that sensitive area at the front of her vaginal wall. She whimpered, and her hips began to rise to meet him. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she started when male fingers unclenched them and tangled with them. A mouth found hers and kissed her deeply; in seconds she found her breasts pillowed on a chest that had slid under her at an angle. The male body beneath hers gave her an outlet for the need for contact that the shaft sliding within her ignited.
Her hands and lips were ravenous. She stroked every inch of skin she could reach and tangled her tongue with the mouth beneath her. His lips ate at hers and one of his hands fisted in the midnight blue of her hair.
The tension within her rose to a pounding need that eclipsed her previous experiences. She felt that she would be on this precipice forever when she felt a sensation she was not expecting.
As his cock drove into her from the rear, one of her lover’s fingers had made its way to her anus. Using her own ample juices to lubricate it, it rubbed delicately at the little rosebud then began to ease its way inside. She squirmed against the pressure, forcing it deeper. A second finger joined the first, and she was going to object when her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.
She moaned, long and low, shuddering in the arms of her lovers. The man under her stroked her hair and kissed away the tears that had begun to seep out from the edge of the blindfold.
The male behind her began to drive faster, riding her hard, seeking his own release. A few moments later, he groaned his release, and she felt his seed spurt into her in time to the jerking motions of his hips.
She relaxed against the chest beneath her and raised one shaking hand to the blindfold on her eyes. She was wrong—the body beneath hers was Boral. Orlyn may have laughed earlier, but he had not been the one inside her at the time. This was confusing.
She turned to look behind her and saw Orlyn, sweat dripping from his brow, resting his head on her back. He withdrew slowly and pulled his fingers from her ass just as slowly. She winced.
“So how did you like his fingers in your ass?” Boral asked from beneath her.
She gave the matter serious thought. “It was... different. Not bad, just different. Do I have to think right now?” She broke off on a yawn.
“No, sweeting, you don’t. Rest, we will be here when you wake.” Orlyn lay beside them then took her into his arms and cuddled her against him. Boral flanked her from the other side, one of his hands on her breast. She shivered at the cool air in the room drying the sweat from her body, and suddenly, a coverlet appeared over her.
This fey magic thing could be handy if only she learned how to use it. Ah well, she closed her eyes, cuddled with her companions and slept.
Chapter Seven
Waking, as the early dawn light was sliding through the window, Esmy rose on one elbow and turned to look in the mirror. Her own face looked back at her. She smiled. Her reflection was completely her, marks of the night’s passion stamped in a map on her pale flesh. As she watched, a hand came up to caress her breast, delicately trailing over her nipple, then scoring lightly with its nails. Another hand trailed behind the first, gently rubbing the marks that had been left during the last encounter.
“Why didn’t you wake us?” Boral’s sleepy voice sounded from behind her as Orlyn’s hands continued their exploration.
She turned to kiss him deeply, “There was something I had to see, first.” Her tongue delved deeply into his mouth as Orlyn began to taste the flesh he had so recently reacquainted himself with.
Tangled together as they were, soon she lost track of whose hands were doing what. Her own hands roved over smooth, muscled arms, chests, backs, buttocks in a dizzying feast of the senses. As one male body thrust into her moist channel, the other began to ease into her rear passage carefully. It felt hard and slick and she realized that it had been lubricated for this purpose. She struggled against the pressure on her ass for a moment, then began to relax as devilish fingers began to circle her clit. She cried out and rocked gently against them both.
Her eyes closed to the sparks of magic that were flying between them. This was beyond anything she had felt before. The slow thrust and retreat of both hard members deep within her had her moaning in time to every movement. Her hips began to buck against them as she drove with her lovers to find release.
She clutched at Orlyn for support, kissing and biting at his throat as she tightened her muscles around them with every flexing of their hips. Boral’s hands were on her breasts as he pushed and pull
ed his cock out of her nether passage, rubbing against his friends’ hard presence within her through the delicate barrier of skin. Suddenly he groaned his release and slumped forward, driving her down onto the other hard cock impaling her.
“Oh gods!” The hard shove onto the equally rigid cock within her sent her over the edge. She worked her hips against him in the throes of her release, bucking and clutching him within her slick walls. She gasped for air as the room spun around her and she felt Boral pull out of her ass.
Opening her eyes, she met Orlyn’s heated gaze. “My turn,” was all that he said.
He grabbed her sore ass, and tumbled her to her back. Boral looked on in amusement. When he met Esmy’s startled eyes as Orlyn began to thrust hard and deep, he said, “Orlyn took it easy on you last time. I think his restraint cost him.”
Esmy moaned as the coil of lust began to wind itself within her once again. The hawk-like features above her had a vicious ferocity that she had never seen before. Anywhere. Her breath was coming in gasps as darts of pleasure shook her with every impact. She began to climax once again. His driving rhythm did not let up and she began a breathless scream as the wave of pleasure continued without abating. Tears flowed from her eyes, magic swirled throughout the room, lighting tiny fires that flickered out. Finally, he roared his release. Pounding his cock into the tight grip of her velvet heat and spewing its load deep inside.
He fell forward, his forehead resting on hers, his chest heaving like a bellows. His hips jerked in small spasms, then were still. With him remaining inside her.
Boral was laughing like a loon next to them. He was hooting his amusement at her astonished features until she reached out a limp arm and swatted him.
Her body was completely boneless. She couldn’t move. She closed her eyes and sighed.
A sweet kiss touched her lips. Her lids fluttered open and she met Orlyn’s gentle smile.
“I think we need a bath.” His voice was husky as he continued to kiss her gently.
“Good idea, I’ll tell you when I can move again. Probably next week sometime.” A weak grin was all that would make it past the fatigue she was feeling.
He chuckled. “Boral, if you would bring our lady?” He slowly eased out of her, watching her absorbed look as he pulled from her welcoming flesh. He flashed his friend a grin, then moved into the bathroom, running water into the giant tub.
“My pleasure.” He scooped her into his arms and walked into the room after Orlyn.
He tested the temperature of the churning bath with his foot, then nodded and stepped into the tub with Esmerelda still in his arms. Orlyn took a seat next to the couple and leaned back in the water, turning his hair into a flaming waterfall of color. She felt the heat of the water climb her body as the water level continued to rise.
When it reached the juncture of her thighs, she flinched at the wet heat touching her sensitive flesh. Her ass was really in discomfort.
“Oh, poor baby, sore?” Boral rubbed her strained female flesh gently to ease it, with fingers that petted and aroused while he soothed her.
She squirmed on his lap to avoid those fingers, but eventually had to reach down with her own hand to stop his.
“Enough, Boral. I am a little sensitive right now.” She scooted off his lap as he sat there, astonished that she had stopped him.
Orlyn was smiling. “I don’t think that it was her cunt that was sore. You should have known better.”
Esmy ignored them both as best as she could, and reached for the soap. She slicked up a cloth and began to bathe. Ignoring them was not that easy, as they were both within arm’s reach and watching her with disturbing attention.
They watched the cloth circle around her breasts, and the way she bent her arms to wash her back, thrusting those same breasts high above the water. When the washcloth rubbed across her belly and continued lower, she had the focus of everyone in the room. Her fingers trailed over the lips of her sex, delving between them to wash the sensitive tissue free of the sticky residue of her evening and morning. She delicately touched the swollen tissues of her abused ass. Methodically she began to wash her legs, her thighs, calves, and then her feet.
When she finished, the water had turned cloudy with soap. Her companions were visible only from the pectorals up. Sweat rode on both their brows, and the eyes fixed on her burned with lust.
“Wow, guys, if watching me bathe gets you hot, you should see me make breakfast.” She rose to her feet and began to exit the tub when a sharp tug on her hand yanked her back with a splash.
A searing kiss waited for her as she came out of the water with a splutter. Four hands ran over the territory she had just scrubbed, and two erections prodded at her from either side. She pulled away from Boral’s mouth and stopped him. “Whoa, I was not kidding when I said I was sore. But maybe there is something else we can do. Get out.”
“What?” Both of them looked perplexed. She smiled. She couldn’t really blame them, their blood was not exactly rushing to their brains right now.
“Sit on the edge of the tub, both of you. I can’t hold my breath that long.” Finally catching on, Orlyn was the first to comply. As a result, he got her mouth around his raging cock, her tongue swirling around the head and flicking across the tiny opening. She sucked and licked at him with devoted attention and reached out with one hand to gently roll his balls. His groan of contentment caused her to smile around his turgid organ and she redoubled her efforts while reaching for Boral with her other hand.
Boral groaned as her delicate fingers wrapped tightly around his erection and began to stroke up and down with firm pressure. He watched her caress Orlyn and felt his blood boil at the vision of her standing to her waist in water, her breasts bobbing with every motion of her head. In only a few minutes he felt his seed pressing for release. His head flung back and tension corded his neck as he fought back his release.
Esmy saw that he was on the edge, and she withdrew her mouth from Orlyn. She released his sack to tug at his cock with her hand as her mouth replaced her hand on Boral.
His eyes flew open as her head replaced her hand with scalding wet heat around the head of his cock. His shout of surprise was garbled by his groan of release as his sperm shot out of him in a thick pulse. She drew back just as his cum flew out, and it draped across her shoulder in a pearly strand.
She once again replaced her mouth on Orlyn and felt the shudder that went through him as she resumed her ministrations. She continued until he shuddered in his own release, his hands fisting in her hair to draw her away from his member, up for a kiss as his cock twitched and spent against her soft belly. Boral had flopped back with his chest heaving and a foolish grin on his face.
As she met his lips, she felt his smile. A few seconds later, his laughter was echoing in the room. Esmy sat back in the tub with a splash and waited for his laughter to subside. This was not something she had expected of him. According to Isowyn, he had the most serious mind of any of the fey that she had ever met. He never smiled and laughing was out of the question.
“Ok, I give. What’s so funny?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, becoming uncomfortable at the amusement they were showing at her expense. She hadn’t been self-conscious while pleasuring them, but she was starting to feel it now.
“If that is what you do when you don’t want us to fuck you, we have to wear you out as often as we can.” He slipped back into the water and cradled her against him. Boral did the same and cuddled against her from the other side, kissing the side of her neck.
“So, what do you think we should dress her in for the Winter Ball? I think as little as possible would be perfect.”
“Mmmm... I would have to agree. Or some silk that promises to go transparent if it gets wet.” Orlyn’s mouth was on her shoulder, nibbling gently.
“Okay, I get it. You enjoyed that. Sorry. I am just not used to this kind of thing.” She relaxed against the supporting arms.
“Darn, I suppose you will just have to practice. Dil
igently, frequently, enthusiastically, and with extreme focus on the goal.” Boral was trailing his fingers slowly over her breasts. “I hereby volunteer my humble body for your practice sessions whenever the impulse strikes.”
Orlyn frowned at him. “How very selfless of you, but I insist that I be the one to suffer her attempts. It is the least I could do.”
“Okay, you guys work this out, I am going to get breakfast. Let me know who will suffer my clumsy attempts. I’ll send him a condolence card.” Pushing their heads and hands away, Esmerelda exited the tub and wrapped a towel around her, tucking it over her breasts.
The debate on who would prove a better testing ground continued as she walked out of the bathroom shaking her head.
She set up breakfast, eggs and toast, juice and coffee, and waited for the guys to come down. They finally did, dressed only in their trousers from the night before, giving her a lovely view with her breakfast. Since her mouth was watering, she started to eat, studiously keeping her eyes on her plate.
“So, last night was fun. Will I see you again? I am not up on the etiquette.” Despite her efforts to contain it, the query came out anyway.
“Didn’t Isowyn tell you?” Orlyn looked surprised.
“Tell me what?”
“Now that you have been accepted as a member of fey society, you are to be trained in all your magics, not just the glamour you have been using.”
“Though it is very powerful,” Boral added around a mouthful of bacon.
“Indeed. But raw power can be dangerous. We are your tutors.” Orlyn had to slap her back to stop her from choking on her coffee.
Boral shot her an impish grin. “Yep, everyday for the next three years. You have a lot of time to make up.”
Orlyn looked impatiently at Boral. “This is a serious matter. To properly get control of your magic, you need extensive training. We are here to provide that.” He paused, then continued. “Isowyn has given you a trust to support you for the next fifty years. It will allow you to focus on the business of learning to be fey. Our customs, traditions, and particular habits will be explained to you. Transformation magic will be shown to you, so that you may rearrange your environment at will.”