Beth's Acceptance

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  Lindál’s hands were on her ankles, caressing the tender inner flesh. She shivered in reaction. He was on his knees before her, concentrating on his task. Carefully, he lifted her foot and stroked the inside of her ankle with his tongue. She felt the sensation transmit itself to her clit, which swelled in response and began to pulse.

  Zack pushed his hands beneath the ruined waistcoat, exploring the upper plains of her torso and Beth pushed back against his chest, her hips jutting out, her breasts pushing out, begging for his touch. Her nipples were inflamed peaks, rubbed to sensitive trigger points by the fabric of her waistcoat.

  “Please...please,” was all she could say, her voice hoarse.

  “Please, what?” he murmured behind her.

  “Touch me.” She was aware that Lindál had sat back to watch.

  “Take off the vest, first,” Lindál said. His hands rested on her thighs, his own impatience registering as the thumbs moving in restless circles on her flesh, sending little sparks and fluttering quivers to her genitals and making her breathing uneven.

  Zack pulled the waistcoat from her shoulders, baring her from the waist up. Lindál’s fingers tightened on her thighs momentarily.

  “Now,” he said hoarsely.

  “Now?” Zack asked her, his hands coming to rest just below the swell of her aching breasts.

  “Now,” she confirmed.

  He captured them in his hands, squeezing the hard nipples between his fingers and elongating them. Beth gave a gasping cry at the rush of pleasure that shot through her at his touch. Her pussy squeezed hard and oozed moisture, as her clit and labia bloomed. She was quaking with the intensity of the feeling, which emphasized how empty her pussy was.

  “More,” she said. “I need more. Fuck me, please.”

  She was being carried. She felt something warm and hard beneath her. Wood. The table. The whisper of cloth. She turned her head. Zack. Naked. Truly magnificent. She held out her hand to him. “Come here.”

  He moved toward her. His cock was erect—a hard, wide, bulging tool with a flaring head. The testicles below were heavy and big. He was heavily muscled, but lean and tight through the hips. “Just gorgeous,” she murmured.

  “Beth,” Lindál murmured from her other side.

  She turned, knowing she would find him waiting naked for her, too. He was surprisingly human in anatomy, but with less body hair. His skin glowed with an inhuman perfection. She could see the muscles beneath, moving as he moved. He was not as well muscled as Zack, but he was strong—she could see that and had already had proof of his strength and speed. He was broad across the shoulder.

  His cock was ragingly hard. Longer than Zack’s but not as wide. He was just as perfect as Zack.

  “There is something we want to do, first,” Lindál told her.

  “And that is?”

  He kissed her softly, then reached for the hem of her skirt and tore the skirt from hem to waistband. He pulled it from her body and tossed it to the floor. “That’s better.”

  “Much,” Zack agreed with a growl.

  “That’s the something?” she asked, her heart fluttering and her pussy gushing even more juices now that she was naked and exposed upon the table between them.

  “No,” Zack replied. He caressed her face, then leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, at the same moment that Lindál took the other in his.

  Beth threw her head back, gasping at the double assault on her breasts and began to writhe upon the table. Her nipples had always been ultra-sensitive, with an almost direct link between them and her clit. Now, with two men licking, sucking and nipping at her breasts, she could feel herself hyperventilating out of control. Her climax was approaching.

  Their two hands touched her knees and swiftly climbed to her soaked pussy and began to play.

  Beth quickly lost sense of whose hand was doing what as the medley of sensations built a wave of pleasure in her so intense that she felt like the coming climax might possibly make her heart stop. She was frightened by the power of it, but there was no way to stop it.

  Their fingers were everywhere. Massaging her clit. Three or four of them were fucking her cunt, reaching high and hard to push back against her g-spot. One slender invader pushed into her anus, spreading her in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

  Abruptly her climax broke over her and she screamed. For a moment it felt like her heart did stand still as secondary waves washed over her, making her pussy contract around the fingers still inside her.

  She grew aware once more of sensation, of Zack’s lips on her temple and Lindál’s fingers on her ankle, stroking in maddening little circles. Both of them wore satisfied little smiles.

  “So which of you was the one with your fingers in my pussy?” she croaked and was shocked at the used sound of her voice.

  “Both of us,” Lindál said. “I told you, it was something we both wanted to do.”

  She considered that. “Cooperative little arch-enemies, aren’t you?”

  “When the occasion is worth it,” Zack responded.

  “Who gets to be the first one to put his cock there?” she asked.

  They glanced at each other, then at her. Zack lifted his brow.

  “Both?” she gasped.

  * * * * *

  “It’s not possible,” she insisted, as Zack settled himself on the huge bed, even as her still-throbbing pussy clenched in delight at the idea. Lindál was behind her, his hand on her waist, coaxing her forward.

  “Your muscles will stretch. Truth me, you’ll love it.” Zack sat on the bed, his engorged penis thrusting upward, dark with blood. “Come here.”

  She hesitated. “No condoms?”

  Zack’s eyes darkened moodily. “I can’t contract or transmit human diseases. Besides, vampires don’t procreate by sex.”

  She could feel herself blushing. She looked up at Lindál. “Can Elves?”

  “Yes, but I have never lain with a human until now.” He spoke with a calm that assured her. “I will use one if you wish, but you are quite safe with me and I trust you utterly.”

  Just like that. Complete faith thrust into her hands.

  “You covered a hell of a lot of ground in your reading,” she complained, her cheeks burning even harder.

  Lindál began to smile. “It was very educational.” He kissed her. “Are you on the contraceptive pill?”

  “Waay too much ground,” she whispered against his lips.

  “That would be ‘yes’, then?” he said, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock against her ass, nudging, a reminder of what was to come. Her excitement flared.

  “Yes,” she told him.

  Lindál handed her to Zack, who kissed her, his hands buried in her hair. “I love your hair,” he growled. “Don’t ever cut it short.”

  “I’ve never been able to afford to,” she said with a gasp, when he released her lips. He was pulling gently on her hair, rolling her head back, exposing her neck and breasts to his lips.

  Behind her, she felt Lindál settle on the bed. He brushed her hair aside and stroked her back and ass, leaving her flesh on fire and making her tremble.

  Zack was watching her face, gauging her readiness and for an instant she saw a hint of the two hundred years of experience stored there. Then it was Zack again, the man who had left her sleepless and sweaty for months. He suckled on her breasts and she moaned helplessly.

  Lindál was lifting her, his hands around her waist, as effortlessly as if she were a china doll, as Zack rolled back on the bed. Her womb clenched as she realized what was about to happen and her pussy gushed moisture, preparing the way.

  Zack kissed her once, hard, his hand on her jaw to steady her. Then he gripped her hips as Lindál rested her upon him. “I have imagined this moment...” he said hoarsely then closed his eyes and guided her hips as she sank down upon his massive shaft.

  Beth opened her mouth in a soundless gasp as Zack’s cock spread her pussy wide in a way she had
never experienced. Even as slick and ready as she was, he still filled her completely.

  “Now,” Zack said, opening his eyes and reaching for her. He gently drew her down upon his chest, stilling her protests with his lips. “Wait, you’ll see,” he told her. He put his hands upon her hips and she felt Lindál’s there, too. The tip of his cock nudged her pussy. There was a small amount of pressure and Beth felt her pussy give entrance to Lindál’s cock, too. Carefully, he thrust in until he was lodged as fully as Zack. “So hot,” he gasped. “So tight.”

  It was a delicious sensation, one of stretching and acceptance, of fullness that Beth would never have the appropriate words to describe. “I’m so full!” she cried.

  All four hands on her hips were holding her up and now both men carefully withdrew, then pushed back into her, coordinating their thrusting.

  Beth cried aloud, sure she was going to melt around them and evaporate altogether. She was vibrating with her growing climax. It was coming quickly, explosively.

  “I can feel it coming,” Zack gasped.

  “Yes,” Lindál panted.

  “Beth’s. I can feel Beth’s. Reach out,” Zack insisted.

  Silence for five rapid heartbeats, as their cocks continued to ram into her, destroying what little sanity she had left.

  “The elders release me!” Lindál croaked, as his hands on her hips gripped even harder. “No. Zack...quickly.”

  “Fuck...!”

  The motion of their cocks became rocky, frenetic and close to climax. Their own excitement fed into her own and her climax bloomed, ripping through her at an unprecedented power, making her pussy clamp down hard on the two cocks still pumping within. She heard them both gasp and felt the spill of hot come inside her, even as her pussy was rippling with aftershocks.

  Panting, she closed her eyes, resting against Zack’s chest, as they each slipped their cocks from her. Their combined seed spilled from her pussy as she lay exhausted, and she smiled to herself. “You were right,” she murmured against Zack’s chest, as his hand came to rest against her back. “This was the right way to do it, the first time. Both of you together.”

  “It wasn’t my idea, actually. It was the son of morning, over there.”

  She turned her head to look at Lindál, who was emerging from the bathroom, a cloth in hand. He gave a small smile. “More reading,” he said. “For a university, your library has a surprisingly large erotica section.”

  “It’s supposed to be for research,” she said.

  He smiled again. “It was educational,” he said. “Keep still.” He gently cleaned her pussy and thighs of the juices and come, leaving them clean and sweet. Then he leaned down and kissed her pussy. “Better.”

  “It seems a shame to wipe away the evidence of such a landmark occasion,” Beth said.

  Lindál lifted a brow and got to his feet. “There’ll be others,” he said confidently.

  “A perverted son of morning,” Zack rumbled and patted her ass. “All your fault.”

  “It was,” Lindál agreed. “One look at your long legs and green eyes the exact color of the sea that I have grown up next to, and that red hair of yours like the flames of a smith’s forge, and I knew I would break every law our race holds sacred to have you.” A shadow crossed his face and was gone just as quickly. “So far, I have,” he added.

  As Beth tried to pull together her scattered wits he turned to Zack and said casually: “You may not need to eat, but Beth and I do. Is there any chance in the humans’ hell that you have real food in this apartment?”

  She shook off her shock and sat up. “Yes, there is. He ordered it in on the way here. That was what he was doing when he phoned ahead.”

  * * * * *

  “It doesn’t bother you to share me, Lindál?” Beth asked, as she ate the omelet he had cooked in the surprisingly well-stocked kitchen. Zack had left the apartment to feed. When he first announced where he was going, Beth had felt her shock circle through her, campfire tales and late night horror movies leaping to mind. Zack’s mouth had turned down. “Vampires haven’t fed upon human prey for nearly a century,” he said dryly. “We’ve been using artificial blood for the last decade.” But he had still chosen to feed away from them.

  Lindál paused from eating, considering her question. He was wearing the borrowed leather pants, the zipper only half-drawn, and nothing else. Her gaze kept drawing to the flat pale flesh of his lower abdomen showing beneath the open zipper. “Does it bother you that you must share your attention between two men?” he asked.

  “God no! I feel...lucky. Overwhelmed. I don’t know what I did to deserve the two of you.” She stroked the chiffon housecoat over her thigh again. It covered her from neck to toe and barely hid a thing...and was possibly one of the sexiest garments she had ever worn. Between Lindál’s state of undress and her clothing, she was being kept on the edge of lust.

  “That’s something we have yet to figure out, the why.” He began to eat. “But it doesn’t bother me, because apparently it’s supposed to be this way. There’s a reason for it.” He considered the piece of omelet perched on his fork with a faraway look in his eyes. “If there must be another man and it must be a vampire, then Zachariah would be the one I might have chosen, had I been given the choice.”

  “You knew Zachariah before?”

  “I knew of him. Eternals...Elves and vampires...well, we all know of each other.”

  “Like opposing football teams know the strengths and weaknesses of each other’s players?”

  Lindál considered. “I would have used a military analogy, but that one will do. Zachariah is a philosopher, did you know? The vampires have a nickname for him, one they would not dare use to his face. They call him—“

  “Say it aloud, elf man, and I really will kill you where you stand,” Zack said, from behind them.

  Beth swiveled on her stool. Zack stood in the doorway, looking fresh and rested. There was color in his cheeks. He was wearing black jeans again and a black shirt. She had a sudden longing to rip them off so she could see the gleam of flesh and healthy muscles beneath.

  “Wiki,” Lindál finished, with evident satisfaction.

  Zack growled.

  “As in Wikipedia?” Beth asked, trying to hide her smile.

  Lindál nodded, watching Zack as he strode toward the elf. Lindál held his ground as Zack came right up to him and continued to calmly eat his omelet.

  Beth’s laugh escaped despite her best efforts and Zack spun to face her, his expression thundery. She clutched her stomach with her arms, trying to hold her laughter back and failing.

  Zack strode around the breakfast bar towards her, unbuckling his belt. “Right,” he said, his look morphing to a smoldering lust that evaporated her laughter instantly. She responded like daisies in sunlight, her body straightening, her back arching, her nipples crinkling. Her genitals swelled, blood rushing to them, responding to the dark promise in his voice.

  Lindál put his plate down, Zack’s change in mood communicating itself.

  Zack yanked on his belt and the leather whipped out of the carriers with a quiet whisper that sent a shiver through her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her backwards so that she was lying across two of the backless barstools, her arms stretched over her head, across a third. Quickly, Zack tied her wrists together and bound them to the frame of the third stool with his belt. “I can take that smile off your face, darlin’” he drawled.

  “Make me,” she taunted breathlessly.

  “Make her scream,” Lindál suggested, coming around the bar. “It’s such a delightful sound.”

  “My pleasure,” Zack ground out. He opened up the three pearl buttons on Beth’s gown, which dropped down on either side of the tall bar stools like drapes, leaving her naked and on offer. He gripped Beth’s ankle and propped the foot on the edge of the breakfast bar. “Move it and I’ll figure out a punishment that’ll make you regret it. Understand?”

  She shivered and nodded.

  He pulled
the fourth stool around level with Beth’s hips and propped her other food on that, opening her up wide to him. Then he ripped open his jeans in one movement. His cock spilled out, hard and ready. He gripped it and stroked it, as he stood between her knees.

  She could already feel copious wetness gathering at the entrance of her pussy, ready to welcome him into her. She was trembling, anticipating him.

  Lindál moved next to her hip, watching. His cock jutted above his half-open fly, throbbing visibly. He rested his hand on her abdomen and began to stroke, making her quiver and squirm. “Beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.

  Zack’s cock battered into her with no gentleness this time. He entered in one ferocious thrust, coming to rest buried to the hilt, making her hips flex hard and her back arch against the delightful assault. But she wasn’t given a moment’s pause to appreciate Zack’s possession of her. Lindál’s fingers curled over her mons and squeezed, coating themselves in her juices. Then they slipped between her nether lips, even as Zack began to pound furiously into her, and stroked her clit and labia. It was a hard, swift massage, designed to evoke a shockingly fast climax, which it did. Before she could barely draw breath, her orgasm wrenched at her and she screamed, her body locking hard around Zack’s pulsing cock.

  After, she barely had the strength to lift her head off the stool. She was so tired.

  “You may not need sleep, but we do,” she heard Lindál say softly. “Sleep and after that, we must talk, above all else.”

  “For that is what you’re good at,” Zack muttered.

  “While vampires are good at naught but bloodshed. Leave it for daylight when your instincts can do nothing but whimper, son of night,” Lindál added. “I’ll use your bed. I’ve always found guest rooms chilly and unwelcoming.”

  She felt the chiffon gown being drawn around her and arms lifting her. “Sleep,” Lindál whispered.

  Warmth, softness. Strong arms around her. The scent of Zack. Plus Lindál. Comfort and low light. Peace.