by Gayle Keo
Ian cleared his throat uncomfortably. “The human’s purpose is that of pleasure. She is to be a concubine.”
*****
Maya felt foolish for staring at Ian and Michael with her mouth hanging open but this night, hell the whole entire week was unbelievable. The dream that had shocked her and embarrassed her it had been a warning, a preview of what was to come.
“Is that what you want of me?” She murmured. “To belong to you both?” She swallowed hard at putting herself in such a position. But deep in her heart, she knew that this was why she couldn’t make the difficult decision to love only one of them. It was not her choice; somehow she was involved in this feud just as much as they were.
“The prophecy says that if the heirs are satisfied, then the families will keep the peace. The humans that reside near these woods will not be harmed. “
Maya thought of the hysterics of the people in her town. How they were living in fear, of how they were ready to kill every single wolf in a hundred-mile radius if that was what it took to keep people from disappearing. If her being intimate with the men in her life helped the greater good, she was willing to do it. Maya was coming to the conclusion that she was a selfish person who didn’t know how to control her urges. What better way to take care of herself while she was able to take care of those around her, those that didn’t even know about werewolves or peace treaties?
“Don’t let the ginger pressure you.” Michael attempted to comfort. “You have no ties to us. You don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”
Maya shut her eyes once more and willed herself to find strength. “Michael please.” She whispered. “I do have ties with you. If I don’t do this, you will continue to fight, and I don’t want to see you harmed by ignorant humans or each other. I accept.” She finally let her voice and body tremble as she became wrought with emotion. “How do we fulfill this prophecy?” She remembered her dream, she knew the answer, but something made her ask anyway. “Do you take turns?”
It seemed impossible for Ian to look any more uncomfortable than he had during the course of the evening, but his jaw set further and he brow furrowed as he attempted to stammer the words. “It must be consummated altogether.”
Maya nodded, not surprised in the least. Now she understood why she seemed to remember the rangers cabin. She knew now what was going to happen inside. Without a word she approached the old building and walked up the rickety steps. She reached for the tarnished brass doorknob, and it turned, the door groaning on its hinges.
The dark room was exactly how she remembered it. It was bare with the exception of a desk pushed into the corner of the room. The moonlight from a waning moon cast shadows across the floorboards. Maya turned around to find Ian and Michael standing close to the door. Ian shut it behind them. The squeaking door caused the silence that followed to be almost painful.
“Lowell, when it comes time to take her, you can have her first.” Ian offered. “You knew her first.”
Michael nodded once before he stared into Maya’s eyes. “Are we really doing this?”
The fact that it mirrored her dream gave her the chills. This was indeed mean to happen. She nodded her head quickly, trying to quell her nerves. “This is what I want.”
Just like he was on replay Ian went to stand behind her. “Then who are we to refuse?”
It was time. Maya knew that she wouldn’t be interrupted by her sister this time. It was truly happening.
*****
Maya decided that she wanted what happened to her next to be different than what she had seen in her dream. If she was going to experience a threesome in the flesh, she wanted to savor it, and she wanted to be in control of her destiny.
Instead of letting Ian take off her clothes, she removed them herself. Though her hands trembled, she pulled them off on her own. Once she was completely naked, she stood before them as proudly as she could and let them take in her wavy blonde hair and beautiful hourglass shaped body. Though the men were from different clans, though they might have had their differences, they stared at Maya with awe and desire. But before they could put their hands on her, she strode to Michael and began to kiss him fiercely as she undid the buttons on his flannel shirt.
Kissing him was easy; it was just like it had been that night after her date or that night by their cars. Once his shirts were gone, she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Just when Michael looked like he might become ravenous, she turned from him and made her way across the room to Ian, where she gave him the same treatment. She kissed him and found that he was more aggressive than he had been earlier in the night. Soon the trio was completely naked, and Maya was ready to take things into her own hands once more, and as she dropped to her knees, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was literally going to be taking things into her own hands.
“Come here,” She instructed.
When both men obeyed, she looked at their strong manhoods and tried her best to not feel intimidated. She started off easy, caressing Michael and Ian with each of her hands. When they began to respond she once more turned her attention first to Michael, not just because Ian had given permission, but because of the two, she was more comfortable around him. She peered up at him before kissing his member. While she continued to pump her hand around Ian, she took Michael into her mouth and began to bob up and down, not falling into a rhythm as to keep him on his toes. One minute, she would go as fast and as deep as she could, the next she would go slow and use her tongue to draw patterns on him. She’d alternate until he hissed and even groaned with pleasure.
Making sure that he wasn’t feeling neglected, Maya turned her attention to Ian. Knowing that he would be expecting a similar performance to what he just witnessed with Michael, Maya made sure to change up her technique. This time, she started out slow and attempted to take as much of his penis into her mouth as she could manage without choking, eventually increasing the speed until she focused primarily on his tip, and tried to use enough pressure to make Ian want to lose it.
There was one thing about her dream coming to fruition that made her feel very proud. In both realms, she loved the way it felt to pleasure a man, and she couldn’t believe that while she took care of one with her mouth that there was yet another that was enjoying what she was doing with her hands.
Knowing that she didn’t want to all the work, she eventually let them both free and laid down on the floor. She pushed her hips up in offering as she laid with her arms above her head. She let her eyes do the talking, she didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but she ran with it. Michael knelt on the floor beside her as he cupped her breasts, continuing what he had started a few nights earlier. Ian made his way down to where she had spread her legs and very carefully he touched her close to her entrance until he finally placed two of his fingers inside of her and mimicked what would be happening to her shortly.
Maya laid there with her eyes shut and rode the waves of pleasure. She could feel the arousal in her body growing, and she reveled in the fact that she wouldn’t have to hold back. She could be as loud as she wanted with no fear of judgment. So when she began to feel hot, and Ian’s fingers began to slide in and out of her with ease, she let him know that she liked it. She mewed and moaned when Michael finally bent over her chest and kissed and licked her breasts.
Why had she been ashamed of this? God, she’d never been more ready for something in her life.
Maya wiggled away from her lovers and sat up, catching her breath for a moment. “How are we going to do this?” She gasped.
“Ladies choice,” Ian offered as if waiting with bated breath for what she would decide.
“Although, may I make a suggestion?” Michael said face flushed. “I’d prefer to not be super close to Lyall. Feud aside. I’d much rather focus on what you’re doing Maya.”
“Fair enough,” Maya replied. “Michael, I will bend over, and you can take me from behind. “Ian I will go down on you until it is time to switch.
/> Once they got into position, Maya couldn’t help but scream out with pleasure when Michael finally entered her. For a few minutes, she enjoyed the rush of finally feeling every bit of him, of finally getting past a mountain of desire. She hoped that she would get to experience this feeling again. After she was used to the rhythm, she took Ian into her mouth and the moments that followed were both ecstasy-filled and utterly surreal.
Michael made love to her until Maya could feel herself reaching her climax, she was reaching her peak and just like she had enjoyed having power over her lovers, Michael, in turn, seemed to enjoy being able to take care of her. Maya was nearly shocked by the way she screamed when she reached her climax. Michael’s thrusting had become so fast that she thought for sure that he would have been right behind her, but he pulled out of her, and the men quickly changed places.
Ian felt different, but in a way that still made Maya cry out as he slid every inch of himself into her womanhood. Where Michael had been consistent, Ian was full of tricks. He thrust in and out, he swiveled his hips, and soon Maya was cursing because it felt so undeniably good that she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
She removed Michael from her mouth as hissed. “I want to finish you both.”
“Not before I finish you first.” Ian murmured behind her. “It wouldn’t be fair if one heir brings you pleasure, but not the other.”
Maya wasn’t sure if that was part of the prophecy or not, but she was not going to stop him from what was making her feel light headed and dizzy. Several moments later, it was too good to contain, and she screamed and began to speak in tongues as once more she tipped over the edge.
She slid way from them for a few seconds so that she could move to her knees. The heirs made their way over to her, and she pumped both of their throbbing members with her hands until they groaned and reached climaxes of their own. Then all that was left was the panting. It was like everything that had happened was finally taking its toll on her. She felt exhausted and spent, but at the same time, she was unbelievably happy. Having sex with the both of them was like taking a weight off of her shoulders. If she hadn’t discovered the truth, it would have been more crushing than ever, because the pleasure that she had just felt would have made it harder to pick only one of them. Thank god that sometimes the truth was stranger than fiction.
“What happens next?” She asked.
“You go back to how things were,” Ian whispered. “You can decide when you want to be with either of us. We never have to meet like this again.”
“How can we ever go back to the way things were?” Maya asked.
Michael took her face in one of his hands and caressed her cheek. “It’s true, everything has changed. But the Lowell’s and Lyall’s will not fight. Not as long as you live.”
*****
“Have you heard? The five missing people were found in the woods last night?” An excited elderly woman said to Maya a few days later while she scanned her groceries.
“I did hear that, so sad about the three that were found dead, though.” Maya didn’t have the heart to tell her that the five people that had been found were all a show for the humans. Or that they were actually werewolves that had been released from the adversary’s land. “You saved forty-five dollars. Have a great day! We all can, the woods of Whitney are safe!”
As she watched the customer leave she smiled when thought of the Lowell’s and Lyall’s being adversaries. She was responsible for their peace treaty, though they would probably never see past their differences, and would be watching her until she took her dying breath. In the days since the three had made their consummation of the prophecy, she’d already seen black and red wolves watching her. She’d learned that her home sat on Lyall land, but that Catskill Grocery was on Lowell land so she’d seen red wolves outside her house and a black wolf lurking near the store. They were watching out for her, always guarding what belonged to them both.
It was the time of the full moon so she was alone while her lovers dealt with their alternate forms. She wasn’t necessarily sad about this. As much as she was at peace with the fact that she had helped protect innocent lives, and that she didn’t have to make a difficult choice, she still had many questions.
How was she going to explain to her mother that she had two boyfriends? Someday, how was she going to be able to explain that she couldn’t marry because the feud would probably start all over again? If she conceived a child who would it belong to? Would the Lyall’s and Lowell’s become one strange mutated family? Maya figured that she would have time to figure it out when it happened.
“Maya, Maya, sweetie, you can shut down for your break.” Her manager smiled at her, completely unaware of the inner conversation she was currently having.
“Great! Thank you!”
Maya had bought a drink and a muffin from the bakery before she went up into the break room where she decided to check her phone. She wished there were text messages from her wolves but no such luck, they were stuck in their animal form until the moon began to change again.
Maya was determined to look on the bright side. She had two men to compliment her in very different ways, she had two lovers to satisfy her needs in ways that she never knew were possible. Everything would find a way of working itself out. Now she found herself more inspired to work than ever. Not only did she need to finish paying for college, but she really needed to get her own place. There would be fewer questions that way.
Even though she knew they wouldn’t be able to answer for a few days, she still typed out a text message and sent it to the both of them.
Hope you are safe and looking forward to seeing you when you return.
She smiled as she hit send. Who would have thought that a dream would have so much meaning? Who would have thought that her life would have come to this? She really was a human peace treaty.
THE END
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Bonus Story 20 of 36
Immortal Souls
August Delacroix walked the streets of Paris alone. Finally, she had left the glory of the wealthy streets behind her. She now wandered wherever her feet carried her. It had been so long, so painfully long since she had laid eyes upon her home. It had been well over a century ago. Her heart shattered. August was lost in her misery when she suddenly found herself walking a dimly lit street that harbored houses of the old nineteenth-century fashion. Her senses picked up a scent that she had not witnessed in many years. It smelled of a mixture of old pine needles and lavender.
As August drew closer, she could not believe her eyes. Somehow, after all this time, August’s feet had brought her back to the old estate where she had resided as a mortal child, along with her father and her brother, The Rue Chavern. She stopped sharply and looked up at the abandoned building. Most of the estates on the street were also boarded up and lonely. She fondly remembered the days when the old street had been thriving. So many memories in that place.
August knew that she shouldn’t enter the one place that had caused her so much turmoil in her mortal years, but a strength within herself told August that she had to face that which harmed her. She may be immortal, eternal, but she too could feel anguish just as mortals felt it.
Using her senses, she found the back entrance to the Rue Chavern, boarded and untouched. The place had been abandoned for years. The wood that covered the windows was old and weathered, falling apart from age. August tore off the long board that held the back entrance shut and threw it into the jungle garden. It fell into the grass with a hiss. She entered the big house with her heart racing and her fear prominent.
August didn’t know what she was expecting revisiting her childhood home. Coming back here couldn’t turn back time, or could it? She wasn’t sure why she was still grieving for a life that was lost to her over two hundred years ago. She didn’t know if she was grieving; she didn’t know what it was that she felt.
As soon as August entered, she felt the old dusty room reach out its ar
ms to embrace her in a welcoming gesture. It was strange that she felt so comforted stepping inside a place of death, but it was rather fitting. Everything remained as it had been on the last night that she had been mortal.
The downstairs was completely overrun with cobwebs that disguised the small square dining room table that had once graced the kitchen. In the distance, she could hear the faint noises of rats. It smelled old, the Rue Chavern, and it felt so very old. It smelled of musk and dust. A pleasant smell, she thought. To her, it smelled of home.
Looming in the far corner stood the shadow of the old winding staircase that led up to the bedroom. Ever so slowly August approached it. Her eyes were fixed on the stairs as if she could not look away. She knew what she was doing to herself by even being in the vicinity, but there was no turning back for her now. Carefully, August ascended the staircase, its old, withered fragility creaking beneath her heavy boots. She reached out to caress the hand rail that was laden with thick dust and cobwebs. The dust and cobwebs clung to her hair and face as she went higher and higher, her heart threatening to burst from out of her chest.
Then August saw the bed as she reached the top. A silent rage suddenly consumed her as she stood motionless, staring at the bed where he and August had lain together so many times. She wanted to tear it apart, wanted to destroy and then burn it before burning the rest of the place to the ground. But she knew that she didn’t have the strength to part with such a memory. She loved this house as if she was still mortal. She would always love it. Always.
August approached the bed carefully. It was beautiful, made from dark oak wood of the finest nineteenth-century fashion. It was what would be called an antique if mortals managed to get their hands on it. She wouldn’t allow that, though. This bed was too precious a gift from her mortal lover than the cursed dark gift that he had bestowed upon me a year later. Everything was still intact. The lace curtains hung at the bedside, partly drawn in a bow-like fashion just the way he liked it. The bed itself was a mess; the blankets disturbed.