Thank the gods she married two men and not any elves… Not that she was offered marriage by her own kind, but she was certain that sex would never have felt so powerful. Her kind weren’t nearly this strong.
Taric kneaded his cock in his hand and knelt between their spread legs. “The most fucking beautiful pussy in the world,” Taric groaned as he eased himself into her. She moaned and let Taric press his face against her breasts as he thrust, nibbling and kissing her in his own skillful way.
“I’m going to cum so deep into you…” Taric promised her, then nuzzled her breast and nipple. “Are you happy you wanted both of us at the same time, baby?” He pulled all the way out and then thrust hard all the way back in so that her breasts bounced from the impact.
“Oh, gods, yes!” she gasped. She was in heaven. She had no idea why she was crying, but tears rolled down her cheeks. “Gods, you both feel so good…”
“And there’s plenty more where that came from, honey,” Draevan groaned under her. “You’re our dream woman… And we don’t ever plan to wake up.”
“We won’t ever have to,” Taric assured. “Our sexy slut, our beautiful wife… Reason for living…”
She closed her eyes, wondering if it was possible to be any more loved or in love than she was right then. If anybody had told her a few months ago that there were feelings like this, she would have called them insane.
Thank the Gods for prophesies, Giants, and her life as she knew it. She was certain she wouldn’t change anything that could have veered her from the path she was on right that moment.
Now, she was happy about moving forward… With her sexy, wonderful, protective humans. Her husbands, now and for always.
Epilogue
Draevan grinned when he heard Kyra’s flute from across the road before he even opened up the gate to his home. He remembered it being annoying and ghostly when he’d first met Kyra in the forest, but now it was a comforting sound… a sound that cried ‘home.’
“Hey, hey now!” Draevan came through the front gate of his brick manor house, where the courtyard garden was already in full bloom. The village children had found their way in there again, probably magnetized there by the flute-playing, and were all either dancing about or begging to touch his wife’s hair, as if they would die if they couldn’t.
Three children not even knee-high were rubbing their rosy little cheeks against the soft, white strands. Before she’d come, no one had ever seen an elf before, nor any young woman with white hair. “Go on, now. What did I say? She doesn’t need your sticky fingers all over her hair, you little miscreants!” he chided adoringly. Somehow, he liked the look of his extremely pregnant wife surrounded by fifteen school-aged children and hundreds of flowers. His mind simply couldn’t produce a more peaceful image.
That being said, he still wanted to annoy his wife in peace and quiet. “Go on, now,” he told them. “Go home, or else I’ll get out a switch!”
The children scooted around the garden, giggling. He frowned. He was one of the fiercest warriors currently alive, yet the village children all thought he was a giant pushover.
“Where’s Taric?” he asked. One of them always needed to be home to be with Kyra… since one of them always seemed to be called away. The king of the North had declared them as the lords of their entire province. They were honored at first, and then realized that they had been snookered—they had hoped to lounge around all day with their wife for a while with all their gold! Instead, like fools, they accepted the hardest-job imaginable: governing.
She smiled softly at him, contentment spilling forth from her golden eyes. “He’s walking the midwife back to her home. He’ll be back any moment.”
Draevan’s brow crinkled. “Why? What’s wrong?” He put a hand around her extremely swollen stomach. For such a small frame, her belly was so huge she could barely get out of her chair without help.
“You know why. You and Taric are so nervous about this pregnancy that you come near to a heart-attack if I have indigestion. I told him to get a healer for himself, and he left and came back with a midwife!” she nagged.
He gave her a chiding glance. “There’s nothing funny about our worry, I assure you. We just want everything to go off without a hitch. Did you think the baby was due?” he asked her.
She shook her head and smiled at him. “Taric did, but there was no pain. Just so much movement, I thought a ballet was being put on in there…”
Suddenly, Taric’s hands appeared on the side of the fence, and he bounded over it, jumping over to the other side, looking completely out of breath as if he’d run the mile back as fast as he could. “Kyra…” he panted, putting his hands on his knees.
“You could have walked to the door,” she chided, pointing to the garden’s entrance.
“The midwife wouldn’t tell me anything!” he huffed angrily. “What happened? What did she say?” Taric asked her firmly. “When did she think the baby was coming? Tomorrow? Next week?” he asked hopefully.
She laughed and shook her head. “No, much later than we thought.”
“Why?” Draevan asked, incredulous. “How could that even be! Have you seen you lately? When we used to joke about getting you so pregnant you’d fall forwards, we meant it as a joke, but that’s where you’re headed!”
“Well, you got me overly with-child, it seems, so don’t take that tone with me. It’s not my fault. You’ll have to bear another two months with a wife the size of a house.” She rubbed her hand across the silk of her dress above her belly.
Taric and Draevan re-processed her words. “What do you mean?” Taric finally asked; he claimed to be the smarter one of the two of them and had yet to figure it out.
She tried to purse her lips, her seriousness completely non-existent. “I mean you gave me two little warriors to chase after, not just one, and they’re already giving me trouble.”
Taric dropped to his knees, looking like he was indeed going to hyperventilate for a moment. In the next, he crawled over to her, put his face to her belly, and kissed it.
Draevan was quickly busy kissing the source. “Two!” he said, pulling back just to exclaim it to the sky, and then he kissed her again.
Bursting with excitement, both men shot to their feet and embraced each other. After a moment, they realized they hadn’t hugged since they were small children and pulled apart, settling for a handshake.
“Uh, well-done,” Taric said, rubbing his hand on his neck.
Draevan smiled wider than he ever had before; his face was already hurting. “Same to you, Cousin. Good work.”
“Of course, I need no congratulations,” she huffed.
“I would congratulate you, wife,” Draevan told her. “But if you thought we were insane before… You’re about to see us in a whole new light.”
“Uh, having two ridiculous husbands is hard work,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. When they were done rolling though, those beautiful gold specks twinkled at them. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
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