Dumb Luck

by J G Jerome

  She chews on her thumbnail prettily as she ponders the middle distance and considers implications. She says, “My mother has been acting strangely for about a month before that last trip to Springfield. There was an envoy from the Summer Court that came at that time, the Summer Lady actually, and she’s been acting erratically ever since. It reminds me of Morgan’s behavior, just not as severe or sadistic.” She looks up at Trina and myself. “I suspect Summer has her enthralled. Do you think that you can break it?”

  Nodding, “I can think of at least one way to do it that should work, but it may require coercing her. There may be other ways as I learn these powers I’m supposed to be able to command.”

  I consider for a moment and give a quick look to Trina before asking Myra, “What would happen if you and I would marry, Myra. Marry according to human or Sidhe law...or any other for that matter. How would that impact your ability to do the things you need to do?”

  She flashes a brilliant smile at me, “Goddess help me, but after knowing you a grand total of three days, I AM ready to marry you!” Her expression turns serious. “My mother might literally explode, but she could no longer use my pussy as a distraction for the nobles. It appears to be just that - more about keeping them shocked at who my mother sends between my legs than begetting an heir.” A beatific smile blooms across her face. “Of course, in a week we’ll know for certain if we’ve taken that out of play regardless.”

  My curious puppy look probably conveys my confusion, but Trina shouts, “Really?”

  Myra smiles hugely and bounces her head from side-to-side and nods all at the same time. “Pretty sure.”

  Trina gushes, “Oh my Goddess, that is wonderful!” as she launches on Myra and smothers her with kisses. She stops to ask, “When?”

  Myra shrugs, “I felt it after the time in the car, but the night before is more likely.”

  Trina gives her a skeptical look, “You’re positive it wasn’t one of the limp-dick asshats?”

  Myra nods decisively, “Yep. You know how effective shadow-driven birth control is. Otherwise, I would probably have children from most of the Kearney State sports teams.” They roar at that as my brain starts to catch up.

  “You’re pregnant.”

  “Yes, Jack. With your baby,” Myra tells me as she crawls into my lap, pulling my arms around her. I pull her back into me and kiss her neck.

  “How do you know? It’s only been a day since the last time.”

  Trina explains, “Sidhe women generally feel it shortly after conception as the hormones flood their system.”

  Myra nods, “My mother say it’s like the earth moves, and then everything smells sharper, tastes sharper, sounds more distinct. I feel more alive, Jack. I first felt it in the car. I had this sudden awareness shortly after you left Sedona, and then my world changed. Corrina’s gotta be sick of listening to me gush about you. Shit, that probably means my mother knows too, or soon will.”

  “Hmmm,” I say. “Self-preservation may work for you there. ‘C’rina, I don’t think you want to let your commander know that you have a new Lord, do you?’ I need to rescue her before her mind destroys itself.”

  Myra nods, “Given how geas work, that is a plausible solution. As for marriage, there would be repercussions. If we married in human law she would just have it annulled, but if we married by Sidhe or Elven Law, it would be irrevocable. She might try to use Megan the way she is using me, but Megan has more dominion over her body as she isn’t the Winter Lady - at least for now.” She considers a while longer. “She will eventually try to replace me.”

  I agree, “Of course. But I am certain if we do this right you will be in a position to nominate your successor. What is required to be married under Elven law?”

  Trina goes into teacher mode as she kneels beside us and wraps us both into her arms. “Elven law requires vows and exchange of tokens be witnessed and documented by a Loremaster. We know where to find three of those. For the Green Lord, they will probably insist the traditional tokens be exchanged, which is flesh.”

  “We have to fuck in front of a Loremaster?” I ask.

  Myra turns, “No darling. We must exchange bites of flesh from each other’s bodies, chew them, and swallow them.” She looks into my eyes as I’m washed in deja vu.

  I ask her, “What happens if only one partner offers up flesh?”

  Trina says, “That essentially is an offer of ownership. The person giving the flesh is offering themselves completely into servitude. The one that eats the flesh becomes the owner of the one providing the flesh. The other is essentially a concubine. That kind of servitude can’t be forced; it must be offered. The deep flesh heals over time and the bite mark is a contract between owner and owned. There is magic to it, but we don’t really understand it. I wonder if the elves do. Anyway, it’s pretty much anathema among the Sidhe. Sidhe society frequently shuns those who only take the mark. In fact, Sidhe rarely marry in the traditional manner anymore because they don’t want people to think they might have only taking the mark as well as received one. The wedding exchange works the same way, it just goes both directions. It presupposes a deep and abiding love from both partners. There is a legend of an old knight that lived in the mountains that had fifty wives each of which he had shared the bites with and each of which had shared the bites of the other forty-nine wives.” We puzzle through the logistics of that for a moment.

  Then Trina says, “Sidhe law is simpler. Vows and exchange of tokens must be witnessed. Eventually the union must be sworn in front of the court to be recognized in the rolls, but it’s the contract of the flesh that makes it binding.”

  Myra cups my face over her shoulder to catch my gaze. “Will you eat my flesh and offer me yours my darling?”

  I’m appalled at the thought, yet drawn to it as well. All the while I feel like I’ve seen or heard of this before. Myra sees my struggle.

  I kiss her lips, “Myra Nessus, I offer you my body, my mind, my soul, and yes, my very flesh. Will you marry me?”

  “Yes, Jack. Ask me again with my full Sidhe name. Moira ab Liam Mac Nessus.” She rolls out of my lap and kneels before me on the duvet grasping both my hands. I quickly strip out of my clothes and match her posture. Trina kneels to my left, Myra’s right.

  I nod, “Moira ab Liam Mac Nessus, I, Jacques Guillaume Jerome, offer you my body, my mind, my soul, and yes, my very flesh from this moment forward until time ends, to weather all that life throws at us and all we love together. Will you marry me, Beloved?”

  Myra’s face glows, “Jacques Guillaume Jerome, I, Moira ab Liam Mac Nessus, am already yours. I have been yours since I first laid my eyes upon you and heard you speak. I offer you all that I am, including my very flesh. I will know no other man and I will love all your women as if they are my own. I will stand by you to support you and defend you from this moment forward until time ends.”

  Trina kisses Myra’s cheek, and then mine. “My beloved darlings, I witness your vows to each other and will have them recorded in the rolls of the Winter Court and the Elven Loremasters. Thus mote it be. Please exchange your tokens my darlings.”

  I reach for Myra, pull her into my lap, and kiss her deeply. Sliding my hand under her, I find her dripping wet. Being naked, Little Jack is ready to celebrate our vows. Myra grabs him and lines him up. I pull her to me as I slide into her wet furnace. Trina steadies our shoulders as we rock into each other. I pick up speed as I look into Myra’s eyes. She taps her left trapezius. I nod and say “the same for me.” She gives me an adoring smile right before her eyes roll back and she spasms her orgasm. I’m coming quickly upon my own; so, I kiss her lips roughly before dropping my mouth to her shoulder and place my mouth over her flesh.

  Deja vu washes over me. ‘Bigger!’ she screamed. ‘Take a big bite, Jack! Go deep!’

  Myra screams her orgasm as mine arrives. I adjust my bite bigger, and then I tear my love’s flesh with my teeth as I feel hers tear into mine. It’s a blissful agony as I feel my flesh tea
r away while I raise a chewing mouthful of my wife, all while mercilessly pumping my seed into her. Her nails claw my back as she pulls me to her and drives her bootheels into my ass. The meat in my mouth gets sweeter with each grind of my jaws until my mouth is full of ambrosia. Then I swallow it down. As Myra’s flesh arrives in my belly, my loins begin to fire all over again as my body burns with bliss. Myra’s back arches as I pound into her again. I kiss and nibble her throat, leaving marks like Trina sports on her neck as she squeezes me desperately inside her channel.

  Slowly we come down. We look at each other with a stunned expression. Moonglow is shining from my skin, and a rich green glow is shining from hers. “Mine” we say in unison, and then kiss ravenously.

  Trina hugs us to her as we maul each other. “Congratulations my two greatest loves. You are now husband and wife.” She peppers kisses on our faces and shoulders as Myra and I slowly diminish the intensity of our passionate hunger for each other.

  I look at Myra’s shoulder. Rather than an open wound, I see a healed bite scar over perfect musculature. Myra is touching mine.

  She looks at Trina, “I’ve never heard of that happening before. Supposedly the usual is our advanced healing kicks in, and then it heals over a week or two. I bit deep, but there is just a bite scar, that’s it.”

  Trina pulls my lips to hers and kisses me. “Just the wonders of Jack. Maybe a side benefit of marrying the Green Lord?” I shrug as I wrap an arm around Trina and pull my wife and my lover to me.

  ‘Shit! I’m married!’ I share that with the ladies, “Shit! I’m fifty years old and I’m finally married. My parents, grandparents, and brother would be so happy for me.”

  We slowly fall down to the bed, Myra leaning on my right shoulder. “That’s right, plus you have a hot mistress.”

  Trina lays down on my left. I’m naked and flat on my back with a beautiful woman tucked under each arm. “Yep, a hot supermodel mistress and the Queen of Faerie for a wife with a baby on the way, what more could a newly minted Green Lord ask for.”

  “Wouldn’t that solve a bunch of problems if I were the Queen of Faerie?” Myra chuckles.

  “Consider it my wedding present to you darling.” I tell her. She laughs.

  Trina sits up, and we both look at Myra. “He’s not kidding Myra. If the Green Lord marries the Lady of a Sidhe court, she becomes the Queen of all Fae, or the Faerie Queen if you prefer. I’m guessing part of that magic light show at the end was your investiture - coronation is optional.”

  Myra looks back and forth between us a few times before sitting up slowly. “You’re not kidding are you?” We both shake our heads. “I don’t know if I should be angry or ecstatic.”

  “I vote for hopeful and optimistic my darling wife.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asks me.

  I caress her cheek and she pushes into it. “To ensure you don’t question your own motives for marrying me knowing there was political advantage.”

  “And you know you would have, too,” Trina pipes in. Myra nods then pulls Trina into a passionate kiss. “You are always taking care of me, my darling. I should have married you years ago.” Looking down at me, “You, my diabolical husband, are going to make my life very interesting, aren’t you?” Then she pounces on me. ‘Anything to avoid boredom, my darling wife!’ I think to myself.

  Myra is desperately devouring my mouth as Trina nibbles my neck. There are four firm breasts pressing into my torso and a very wet pussy grinding into each leg. Trina whispers into my ear, “I have a commitment to keep to your wife, my Love.” She grabs a handful of Myra’s hair in her fist and pulls Myra’s kiss from my face to her own. About that time, the veil of shadows fades.

  Trina pushes against Myra’s shoulder and slides across my body to straddle Myra’s now supine form. She kisses Myra again and says, “I think it’s time for me to pay up, my Queen.”

  Myra’s eyes open wide with glee and lust. “Get your cunt on my face, lover!”

  Trina grins back, “With pleasure, my slut Queen.”

  I see Corrina sitting in the desk chair by the door. I sit up, “I’m sorry Corrina, I was trying to spare you.”

  Corrina responds over the murmured moans next to me, “Not to worry, my Lord. That ability isn’t meant to be a long-term thing. I suspect it’s impossible to hold long while aroused. I probably should do the elf-tech equivalent. Geri said Trina can get quite loud.”

  I smile, “She’s got nothing on Myra. Once you check it with the exterior block, maybe turn it back to only block interior. I don’t want to disadvantage you.”

  She nods, “That’s not quite how it works, but having it only hide our sounds will save some charge. I should have enough left for about three hours. Unfortunately I can’t undo the ring without turning the whole thing off, but they are very reliable.” She presses the button as I crawl down below Myra’s legs. The button glows blue.

  Corrina sets the device under her chair and then returns her gaze to the two beauties kissing and caressing. Myra has Trina’s ass in a clench, tugging her upward as she pouts, “Want pussy now!” Trina laughs and crawls up over to position herself over Myra’s eager mouth, leaning on the headboard. I can’t see any details, but I can see that Myra is dripping.

  Corrina quietly exclaims in awe, “They are so beautiful together! I’ve never seen them before.” I see Myra extend a hand in Corrina’s direction, and curl her finger in a come-hither gesture. I can hear wet lapping noises and Trina’s quiet moans.

  I tell Corrina, “Apparently you’re invited to the party, Corrina.” She sits in place hugging her arms around herself and squeezing her legs together.

  I pull Myra’s knees up and out; the heels of her boots will help her keep them in place. I dive in to deliver a quick couple of licks from bottom to top, which elicits a squeal from our Queen. I look up, to see Corrina still frozen in the same position. I struggle, knowing we have a limited amount of time to wear Myra out, but one of mine is wounded and needs my help.

  Finally, I get off the bed, and walk to Corrina. She finally takes note of Little Jack leading the way. She reaches out to touch him. She gives him a squeeze and a gentle stroke. I take her hand, and gently pull her to release him and help her stand. I give her a quick, chaste kiss on the lips, and guide her to the far side of the bed. I stop to ensure the drapes for the balcony are closed, and then walk her to stand by the nightstand. I turn her to face my ladies, and move behind her.

  I nuzzle her neck, as I reach around her and pull the lapels of her blazer back and down. Trina murmurs to Myra, and I look up to see them both smiling lovingly at Corrina and myself. I slide the blazer off her limp arms. I fold it and step over to place it on the chaise. I return to Corrina, and I kiss the other side of her neck as I pull her shoulder rig from her unresisting arms. She is enraptured by the site of our lovely ladies. I wrap the rig neatly; so,the straps won’t interfere with a draw. I move my electronics into the drawer to clear a spot, and put my pistol on top of the stack in the drawer. Then I wrap my arms around Corrina holding her rig in my hands, pressing my body into hers from top to bottom. I kiss her neck, “Look here for a second, my Lover.” I see her take note of what I’m holding. She curls her biceps to cradle my forearms in hers “I’m putting this on the nightstand so you can reach it if you have to. You will be ready to act at all times. You are not neglecting your duty by joining us. You have set a secure perimeter, and you are still watchful. But a good commander has to take some downtime when the situation permits. The situation permits you to join us and be loved.” I set the holster down with the grip facing the bed for a right-handed grab.

  “Is that good, Beloved Corrina?” She moans, pressing herself back into me as she nods. Then she extends her long, lovely neck to rest her head against mine.

  I slide my left hand to her waist, remembering that as the location for the fastener from Daphne’s earlier performance. I caress her waist until I find it - a simple hook & eye arrangement. I disconnect the
fastener, and the skirt unwinds and drops as Trina’s moans grow. I notice she has a hand behind her rubbing Myra in return. I whisper into Corrina’s ear, “I think there is nothing so beautiful as two women who love each other making love. Aren’t they beautiful, Darling.” She nods slowly. “They’ve been lovers since they were 16, and you have never seen them?”

  Corrina shakes her head. “Too many prying eyes,” she whispered. “I took on their guard when they came back from college. I always guarded the door to give them privacy. I tried to always do it myself so the girls wouldn’t know - the Ravens. I feel like I’ve missed so much not watching over them directly.”

  I pull away. “Stay beloved. I’ll be right back.” I quickly fold her kilt and put it on the chaise. I wrap my arms around her immediately. My lips find her neck as my left hand circles to cup her right breast through her silky camisole. My right circles her to press against her just above her mons, so she can feel Little Jack standing erect in the crack of her firm ass, pressing her panties between the full globes. I whisper into her ear, “I need you naked, Darling. We all have been denied the site of your beautiful body too long.” I nibble her neck as both hands slide down to the hem of her panties. My fingers slide inside them as the thumbs hook over them. I caress her long legs as I squat to push them to the floor. I kiss each of her ass cheeks, as my left hand moves to lie just over her mons. “Right foot, sweetheart.” she lifts it, and I pull the panties off it. She raises the left and curls it over, so I can pull them over her left boot, too.

  I give butt a sharp nip with my teeth as I stand. She turns her head to me and murmurs, “Like Daphne’s. Drawer.”