by Sahara Kelly
Thorne and Persephone looked at each other.
“What do you think, honey?” he asked, watching as she chewed on her lower lip.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had any kind of a stimulant, unless you count coffee. What does it do, Norman? Do you know?”
“Not until I’ve got some research out of the way, no. Let me go hunt up some old records and download some of the information for you. Give me an hour or two, Thorne. How’s that?”
“That will earn you the biggest and best raise I can manage, Norman.”
“And we’ll name the first one after you,” added Persephone with a little grin.
She couldn’t see Thorne’s frown, but Norman could. He chuckled. “Let’s not go that far, Persephone. We’ll discuss names for your kids after you have ‘em. First things first.” Rubbing his beard for luck, Norman toddled off to do research, and Persephone snuggled into Thorne’s arms again.
“I don’t want to be here right now. Let’s go home.” Thorne tugged Persephone to the door.
“Fine by me. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
Thorne caught his breath as he realized that home meant Persephone. Not his apartment where his stuff was, but anyplace he could be with Persephone would be home to him. He held her even tighter as they walked back through the corridors.
He was not, he promised himself, going to lose her. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do, he was staying by her side. Forever. Until there were no more fairies at the bottom of anyone’s garden.
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The door slammed behind Persephone with a comforting thud, and she sighed as she crossed the room to the windows. Thorne came up behind her and snuggled her into his favorite spot, tight up against his chest with his arms around her, cradling her breasts. His cock moved slightly as she tucked her bottom back against him.
They both enjoyed the feeling, as they watched the last of the sunlight fade.
“Persephone,” said Thorne quietly. “There is something else that might help us with the Flight business.”
She tipped her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “Really? Tell me.”
He gazed out of the window. “I don’t want to.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand, Thorne. I want to make this Flight with you, more than anything in the world. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it. I have to walk through fire? I’ll do it.”
“Would you have sex with someone else?”
She froze. “What are you saying?” The words fell in whispers from her suddenly cold lips.
“Honey, you need to increase the size of your wingspan, right?”
Persephone nodded, getting an inkling of where this conversation was going.
“And sex helps, right?”
“Yes.”
“So how would you feel about having sex with maybe more than one person?”
She swallowed. This was not something she’d considered. “I don’t quite get it, Thorne. I know what you’re saying, but I don’t want anyone else but you. How could it possibly work with someone else?”
“Well…” Thorne held her tight against him, like he was telling her without words that she was part of him. “Suppose, for example, I was to ask someone else to join us, and we could kind of share an experience.”
His voice was rough, and Persephone didn’t dare meet his eyes. She was afraid of what she might see. The way he held her told her this was painful enough for him, and whatever decision she made would only add to the burden.
“I guess—I guess a lot would depend on who, and exactly what kind of rules we’d have…”
“How about Sal?”
She blinked. If it had to happen and it had to be someone else, she couldn’t imagine anyone better. A shiver crossed her body as she considered the impossible combination of herself with her own wingmate and the incredibly sensual Sal.
“You really think it might work?” She turned to face him, knowing what she had to do.
His eyes told her of his conflict, and she reached out to cup her palms against his cheeks.
“Thorne, I will do anything in this world, in whatever world, to take the Nuptial Flight with you. If I don’t, my life will be nothing.”
His eyes glistened as he watched her.
“If you think that adding Sal to our bed for one night will help my wings grow, then I’ll do it. “
Thorne sagged in relief.
“With one condition…” She raised a forefinger and tapped him on the nose. “If we need rules, you get to set them.”
“Me?” Thorne nearly squeaked in surprise.
“Yes, you.”
“Why me?”
“Because I love you, and I believe you love me. You know what it will take to get my wings growing some more, and only you can set the boundaries and guidelines for us. Whatever you say we can and cannot do, goes. You tell us who gets to put what where, and we’d better be clear about it up front. Okay?”
Thorne swallowed, and gently bent his head to kiss her. His lips touched hers softly and reverently, and he smiled as he pulled back.
“I don’t think I could love you more than I do right at this minute. You are a constant surprise to me, Persephone Jones. I took the liberty of contacting Sal before we left the office. He’ll be here shortly.”
Persephone quirked an eyebrow. “How did you know I’d say yes?”
“Because, if I may quote, I love you and I believe you love me.”
Damn the man, thought Persephone. When he was right, he was right.
Chapter 12
“You what?” Thorne Leatherfly’s roar must have rocked the entire world of Fairyland, thought Persephone as she stood behind him in astonishment.
“I brought Clover along for the fun.” Sal stood in all his sparkling blueness, with an ecstatic smile on his face. “It was pretty obvious what you needed. Everyone’s talking about my darling girl over there and her wonder boobs. It was only a matter of time before you realized that there’s nothing like a good orgy to put the inches on your wings.”
Thorne shut his mouth with a snap. “This is not going to be an orgy.” Sputtering through clenched teeth, Thorne slammed the door and turned as Sal and Clover fluttered over to Persephone.
“Sweetie, this is going to be such fun. God, Clover and I couldn’t wait. Actually, we didn’t wait.” He giggled as he whipped out two bottles of something from under one wing. “Happy Nuptial Flight, my love.” He kissed her on both cheeks and would have gone for the mouth but Thorne was too fast for him.
“Enough, Sal.”
Sal pouted, but moved over as Clover gave Persephone a big hug. “I’m just so excited, Persephone,” she said. “I’m dying to see Thorne without his clothes on and you know I love these.” She glanced down at Persephone’s breasts and rubbed her own against them.
Persephone was shocked to feel a thrill run through her. She’d never felt any interest in exploring her sexuality with other women, but this was something different and her curiosity was aroused along with her hormones.
She glanced at the men and surprised them staring at her and Clover. If they’d been cartoon figures, their tongues would be hanging out.
At that moment, Persephone made a decision. She had to do this for her future, for her happiness, and for Thorne. So, dammit, she was going to enjoy it. Privately, of course, but this would be just for herself. A little memory to tuck away for some far distant evening when she was alone.
She grinned at Clover. “It should be fun, shouldn’t it? Wanna get started?”
“Wine first, I think,” said Thorne, grabbing the bottles and all but running into the kitchen for glasses and an opener.
“I think Mr. Big-Bad-Fairy is nervous,” stage-whispered Sal to Persephone. “Don’t worry, love, we’ll take care of both of you. When it comes to orgies, you’ve come to the right place.”
Persephone giggled as she looked at the magnificent figure of Sal, glittering blue, and Clover, bubbling over with gr
een and laughter. She guessed she had come to the right place.
An hour or so later, when she sprawled mostly naked on the couch with Clover, she was convinced this was the right place.
The elderberry wine was perfect, and having met up with an empty stomach had rendered Persephone completely relaxed and happy. Clover had suggested strip Trivial Pursuit, and in spite of cleaning up in the Movie category, Persephone had lost the bulk of her clothes when it came to Sports.
The guys had fared slightly better, both still had their pants on, but Clover, who despaired of ever remembering anything useful, was stark naked. Persephone found herself fascinated by Clover’s neatly trimmed and shaped green pubic hair. Almost like one of those carefully groomed putting greens, she thought, as she stared at it.
“Go ahead—touch,” offered Clover, sensuously spreading her legs.
The room had darkened, and there were only a few candles lit high up on the walls. The atmosphere was close and warm, and for a moment Persephone forgot where she was and simply let her inquisitive instincts take over. She forgot she’d suggested rules, to be set down by Thorne. She forgot there were two guys watching. She forgot everything but the need to touch.
Reaching out, she tentatively brushed her fingertips over the green softness. To her amazement, Clover sighed and slid further into the couch. Getting bolder, Persephone slid her fingers across Clover’s mound and dipped down a little, just flicking against her pussy lips.
There was a moan, but from whom, Persephone couldn’t guess. She was vaguely aware of some fidgeting in the chairs across from her, but she was so interested in what she was doing that she paid no attention.
She slipped off the couch and onto her knees, moving between Clover’s thighs. Clover reached out and cupped Persephone’s breasts with her hands.
“God, honey, these are magnificent.”
Persephone looked up and smiled, and Clover moved toward her and dropped a kiss on her lips.
Startled, Persephone jumped and touched a hand to her mouth. It had been soft, sweet, and different to kissing a guy. Not unpleasant, but different.
Clover smiled at her, watching her every move and gently rolling her nipples around as they hardened beneath her skilled fingers. “Touch me some more, Persephone, touch me like you like to be touched,” encouraged Clover, opening her thighs even wider.
As Persephone slid her fingers to Clover’s pussy, warmth surrounded her and she felt a very naked and aroused Thorne Leatherfly behind her. She was vaguely aware of Sal as he moved behind the couch and slid his hands down Clover’s body to grasp her breasts. Thorne pressed himself against her, plastering his hard body to her softness.
Somebody moaned, and Persephone realized it was her. She found Clover’s clit with her fingers, just as Thorne found hers.
“Sit forward a bit, Clover, there’s a good girl,” said Sal roughly. He stepped over the back of the couch and slipped down to rest right behind Clover, his thighs outside of hers and her back pressed against his chest. He dipped his head and sent his tongue someplace behind Clover.
Probably, thought Persephone, the same place that Thorne was playing with on her own spine…her thrusterbud.
A particularly teasing push of Thorne’s tongue coupled with a flick of his fingers, and Persephone was no longer in doubt who was moaning. It was definitely her. Of course, the echo might have been Clover, who was now starting to get seriously wet around Persephone’s fingers as Sal’s tongue worked its magic.
“You taste so good,” breathed Thorne almost silently in Persephone’s ear. “Your thrusterbud is warm and silky and feels like heaven against my tongue. When we fly high together, I’m going to fuck you here…” He slid his tongue back into the groove and reduced her to slavish idiocy and a puddle of liquid sex.
His cock was growing harder and firmer against her buttocks and she wanted to spread her cheeks and welcome him inside. Absently, she teased Clover’s clit, most of her mind focused on Thorne and what other arousing things he found to do with her body.
Thorne’s hands gripped her hips, pushing and moving her to where he wanted her. He slid his cock up her cleft and sought her tight ring of muscles. She groaned with the sensation of his hardness pushing against her and briefly took her hands away from Clover to pull at her cheeks in wanton invitation. Thorne was no slouch. He pressed firmly and she opened to let him inside. It was as if she’d been doing that all her life, and with Thorne, too. She was once again astounded at the way their bodies melded into one. She smiled.
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His cock slid in like he’d been made for her. Once again, Thorne was amazed at their perfect fit. Whether he was buried to the hilt in her sweet cunt or pressing himself deep into her ass, it didn’t matter. This woman was his, now and forever.
He slid back gently and pressed forward again, listening to her responses, learning what she liked, finding new places to explore with his fingers while his cock massaged her darkest and most secret places.
She was melting in his hands, and he was harder than he could ever remember being. If he’d been human this would have been hurting her, he knew, but Fairyland was full of sexual magic. The magic that let fairies fuck their chosen partner any way they wanted, without difficulties. Consensual sex was the recreation of choice in Fairyland for just this reason, thought Thorne.
Never one to indulge in group sex, however, this was a new experience for him, although he’d be damned if he’d let anyone know that little fact.
And it was turning out to be more fun than he’d expected. Mostly because Sal was keeping his distance from Persephone and staying behind Clover.
At that moment, Sal obviously decided that distance wasn’t quite what he wanted, and with a mighty groan he lifted Clover off the couch and brought her back onto his lap and his cock.
The huge shudder from Clover told Thorne that Sal had accomplished his goal.
Both men were now buried balls-deep inside their women.
Both their women were still touching each other.
It was a major turn on, and Thorne was majorly turned on. Keeping his tongue busy around Persephone’s thrusterbud, and his hands on her clit, he managed a quick glance over her shoulder to watch as she played with Clover’s pussy.
He mimicked her hand movements, pressing and rubbing as she did, and was thrilled to sense her response.
He could see Clover’s eyes fastened on Persephone’s breasts, and her hands moving over and around them, playing with them, pushing them together and tugging on the hard nipples.
Clover’s own breasts were hidden in Sal’s hands, and she was beginning to bounce a little as Sal’s hips thrust his cock into her cunt.
Thorne had to admit that the sight of Persephone and Clover touching each other was incredibly arousing. Smart enough to know that neither Sal nor Clover were any kind of a threat, he let go of his tensions, and allowed himself the freedom to enjoy this rather unique situation.
He opened his mind and his senses to the sounds of their lovemaking. The rustle of their wings as they moved and shook, and the hiss of skin on skin as hands touched, caressed and urged to excitement.
He could smell Persephone’s arousal as her juices flowed over his hands, and a faintly different fragrance told him that Clover was doing the same thing to Sal’s cock.
His breathing was rapid and his ears caught the choked breath of Persephone as she tensed beneath him.
He knew she was near her peak, and he hoped Clover was too. His knees locked, and as this wasn’t the best position to enjoy his own climax, he fluttered his wings a little, to take the pressure off.
It looked as if Sal had been waiting for some move just like that. He fluttered his wings, and in response Thorne slowly rose from the floor, keeping himself firmly buried in Persephone.
Sal rose simultaneously, keeping Clover tight against his crotch.
Within seconds, all four were hovering over the couch, Persephone and Clover pressed face to face by the movements
of their partners.
Thorne knew he was pressing Persephone’s breasts against Clover’s and it made him even harder. His hands, working their magic on Persephone, brushed against Clover’s clit and made her gasp.
Persephone’s arms opened and she hugged Clover, reaching around to touch Sal’s wings.
Muscles tensed, breaths came in choppy little pants, and as two sets of tight male buttocks thrust, the two soft female bodies between them embraced.
Clover exploded first.
Tearing her mouth from Persephone’s, she screamed shrilly, shuddering violently as Sal’s strong hips pounded her cunt from beneath. Within seconds Sal too was shaking and crying out in hoarse gasps.
Persephone’s buttocks tightened against Thorne and he slid his tongue as deep as it would go into her thrusterbud opening.
Combined as it was with his fingers thrusting deep into her cunt, it was more than enough to finish Persephone.
She shouted out his name and tossed her head back onto his shoulder, going rigid beneath his touch. Her legs swung wildly back and she locked her ankles around his, pulling him further into her.
The strong spasms within her ass began to have their own effect, and Thorne felt himself slipping over the edge.
He squeezed Persephone tight, dropped his head to her neck and gently held onto her with his teeth. He came in a massive eruption that sent his brain cells into overload and detonated a million tiny white explosions in front of his eyes.
His savage shout echoed round the room into the silence and he sank slowly to the floor, still buried in Persephone.
That, he thought cloudily as his mind began to fall asleep, was really fantastic. Really, really fantastic. Really, really, really…
* * * * *
Persephone gradually awoke to the knowledge that she was in bed. She couldn’t remember how she got there, but she was snugly comfortable and she could smell the wonderful aroma of Thorne’s coffee perking.