by Viola Grace
Once all of the guests had had the opportunity to batter at her talent and the control that she had recently learned, they went in to dinner.
The comments about her made her feel like a house trained pet for the first part of the dinner, until the comment, “So, what is it about her that made you petition for the honor of being her tutors? Not that Isowyn or Erak would deny any of your requests.”
A polite row of giggles rang through the guests until Orlyn looked slyly at Elyonwy and asked her, “What elements are represented in our dear Esmerelda?”
Eylonwy finally understood her reason for being invited. “Why, she is made of Earth and Air. As is all of her magic. A perfect complement to your fire and Boral’s water. You have been looking for a woman like her for quite some time, have you not?”
“Indeed. She completes what we have felt all too keenly to be missing.” Boral reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. She smiled back, but her mind was whirling.
So that was why they had been so eager to take her on as a pupil, not to mention lover. She knew that they had elemental magic, but she had never associated her own talents with that most rare of fey skills. Elementals were drawn to complete a set. Normally, it would have been two couples or four friends, but with her odd pedigree they had circumvented convention with a single addition. How convenient for them.
She took a sip wine and asked the question that had been burning in her mind since she noticed it. “Eylonwy, that ring you are wearing is a giant wedding ring, is it not? Where is your husband?”
The conversation stilled and most of the other guests looked appalled. Eylonwy simply laughed. “My husband is asleep. For at least the next hundred years. Cormor will waken, we will have twenty years together and then he will sleep again for three hundred years.”
“That’s horrible! Is it a curse?”
“No, it was the fey and giant council’s decision, to keep us from creating too many children.” Eylonwy smiled at Esmy. “Unlike the majority of the fey, a fairy with Warder blood can keep to an almost human reproductive cycle. It was a matter of overrunning Realm with half-giants or making the slumber part of our marriage arrangements.”
“How many children do you have?” This was just too fascinating, even if the rest of the guests looked distressed.
“Cormor and I have nine children to date. Our descendants are in almost every species of Realm at this time.” Eylonwy looked down the table at Mitski and winked. The other elf looked discomfited at the reminder that she was not pure blooded. “Of course, the tainted blood is an embarrassment to some, like my granddaughter Mitski here. Her mother decided to ignore her warder talents and wandered off to find a male dryad. It took her nearly two hundred years and multiple continents, but she did it.”
“Well, you have to admire her persistence.” Esmy pondered the situation for a moment, then got an evil grin. “Have you just considered getting your husband a vasectomy? Then he wouldn’t have to sleep and you could spend a lot more time together.”
Eylonwy was astonished. “Why didn’t I think of that? I remember glancing at an article on it twenty years ago, but hadn’t thought about it for him. I’ll have to ask him about it the next time I visit.”
“You can talk to him?”
“Well, just because he is asleep doesn’t mean he can’t hear me. We have been communicating about our children and grandchildren for years. As well as the newest trends in magic and spells.” She gave Esmy a piercing look. “Your friend Isobel has had access to a number of new spells recently. The fourth member of your little group is an Archive, isn’t she?”
Wow, that was unexpected. Eylonwy had seemed so friendly and innocuous. “Yes, she is. She is currently in the custody of her family and they are seeking protection for her.”
A murmur of astonishment went around the table and even her tutors looked surprised.
“What kind of new spells?”
“Anything, from summoning a taxi to slowing an elevator. The new mirror spells at use in most of the council halls are of her design. As are a variety of anti-detection spells to make life in the human world more accessible.”
The table was buzzing now and she spent the next three courses explaining the details of a variety of one-use spells as well as an auto reverse command for any spells cast in the last forty eight hours.
When dessert was served she was relieve to be able to concentrate on the cheesecake stuffed with fruit and drizzled with caramel. It was odd, but tasted so good.
It had to be a goblin touch that had them stuffing a New York styled cheesecake with wild berries—no one else would have enough hands to separate layers without shattering the original cake.
The rest of the party went by with only polite chit chat. Apparently the elves thought that they would be able to ask her questions about the Archive at a later date. It was well after eleven when the last fey guest passed through the double doors and the goblins closed them with a sigh of relief. They didn’t seem to like the guests and Esmy could really empathize with that.
Aside from Eylonwy, only Mitski and Venril had bothered to engage her in regular conversation over drinks in the great library adjacent to the dining room. The rest of the guests could go back to their fairy castles for all she cared.
“Wow, that was a long night.” She stretched her arms over her head and rose up on her toes. The hair hadn’t interfered with her ability to think as much as she had anticipated. She had to give Treal credit, it hadn’t even shifted during the evening.
“Yes, it was. Now we need to get you to bed.” Orlyn swept her into his arms and Boral led the way up the stairs with what Esmy could only guess was an urgent pace.
Chapter Eleven
Being carried around by one of the guys was not new to her but the restless energy in them was. They had something planned, she could feel it.
Instead of turning to her room or their own they proceeded to the wall at the end of the hallway. Stopping in front of the stone wall Boral placed his hand on it, Orlyn shifted her and followed suit. “Touch the wall, Esmy.” The order from both was unmistakable.
Her hand was shaking slightly as she ran her fingers across the cool surface. It was cool as she touched it, but the instant that contact was made she felt a warming pulse through the wall. A swirl of energy came from their combined powers and a doorway opened in front of them.
“What the hell is that?” Her hand tried to draw back and it was stuck in the energy thrall of the vortex. The whirlpool of energy reached through the wall where a room was taking shape. It was an open archway in the hall that hadn’t been there before when she went exploring.
“It is our rooms. Yours, mine and Oryln’s. We are the only ones able to access the room, and now that it is keyed to our combined magics, we are the only ones that will be able to open the doors.”
The doorway had become a stable archway, they began to step through it. While Boral stepped through ahead, he halted just inside the new room. As Orlyn moved to follow, Esmy saw why. The room was being created. Out of stone and their combined magic a room was being called into reality.
A bed large enough to land aircraft in finished forming along one wall, near one of the dozens of mirrors that dotted the walls and stands that sprouted. A vortex moved rapidly and a fantastic bathroom with a tub large enough for six and three sinks with mirrors was the result. A closed of area was obviously for the more personal of needs.
Dressing tables, closets, chairs, a fireplace all were spun into a room of their collective taste and imagination. The draperies took on the midnight rainbow of her gown. As a last touch before the magic swirled out, fairy lights dotted every corner of the room and coiled down every column on the bed.
When she could breathe again, “What just happened?”
“These are our rooms. Neither yours, nor mine, nor Orlyn’s. We all share them equally.” He smiled at her in delight. “It was an experiment actually. Only an elemental of both air and earth could have joined with us to
open this door and create this room.”
“So, we created this room. Together. It wasn’t actually here before.” Her mind slowly processed the wonder of the occurrence that her eyes could not deny. A room had indeed occurred in front of them, and she hadn’t felt power leak from any one of them.
“Yes.”
“And that big bed is for us to share?”
“Yes.”
“And we are standing in the hallway?” She began to laugh at the speed with which they moved. Her careful coiffure was down in seconds and her dress was up and gone before she could stop her gasp of mirth. A moan took its place as one hot mouth settled on her breast and two hands spanned her waist.
“Let your magic go, Esmerelda. There is nothing and no one here that can be harmed by it.” The wet heat of Boral’s mouth trailed lower and she fought against her own restrictions to let her talent run free. She heard a murmur of satisfaction as her hands sought and found the hot and hard cocks that she desperately wanted within her.
Orlyn’s fire blazed in his eyes as she stroked firmly down the shaft and thumbed the head of his erection. He shuddered and Boral moved back as she dropped to her knees to take Orlyn into her mouth.
He groaned in reaction and shuddered as she increased suction on the hot member taking up residence in her mouth. Hands drew gently down her back and she felt the cool rush of water around her as the fire in Orlyn swelled to all portions of his body.
The elements drew on her, pulled at her as she continued to work on her victim. When Boral thrust two fingers into her and began to circle her clit with his free hand they broke free. Her moisture called to him and his fingers were replaced with the smooth hard flesh of his cock as they now surged together, each seeking release.
Air, fire, earth and water were swirling around them as the rhythm of mating took them over. Sweat was running down their bodies as they slid together in unison, each body seeking their own release and driving to ensure the release of their partners.
As the air thickened with lust and magic, she moaned as Orlyn began to spasm in her mouth and Boral followed moments later. A sharp stroke of his magic across her clit had her convulsing around them and they shuddered together as their bodies spent.
The magic kept circulating in the room, sparking tremors of aftershocks through them all. With the fiery taste of cum on her lips, Esmy straightened and surveyed the scene of the disaster. She sighed in repletion, and a small smile played around her mouth as she announced, “Can you imagine how much more fun it would be if we actually made it to the bed?”
Orlyn groaned and then chuckled at Boral’s dark comment. “That’s it, get the syrup.”
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The joining of the elementals was felt throughout Realm, and the waves of power were appreciated by all. After all, magic had to come from somewhere.
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.