by Erin O'Kane
“Yes, come on then!” he says impatiently, reaching out to grab my hand and nearly dropping everything he’s holding. “Corner.” He nods at the dressing room and when I don’t move, he sighs. “You’re from Cinders, I’ve seen you. You’re different, like me. These are for you, please,” he adds, and I stiffen.
“You’ve seen me? How do you know where I am from?” I ask, stepping back, but I hit a hard chest. I crane my neck and look back to see Nixon staring hard at the man. After a moment, he glances down at me, his face softening.
“Trust him.” He nods once again.
Okay then. I slowly walk over to the dressing room and slip behind the curtain, spotting a sofa and some more mirrors with bright lights. He follows me in, shutting the curtain behind him before dropping the armful onto the sofa with a grunt.
With a small smile, he steps back. “You will need them, I’ve seen it. You can’t tell anyone I have seen it though,” he states seriously.
I nod before walking over and picking up what looks like a silver bracelet. “I won’t. You are like us? A freak?” I whisper.
“Eh, freak, wonder, miracle, whatever you want to call it. They don’t know, but sometimes I see things. I saw you, Rhea from Cinders, and I knew you would come here on this day. I knew you would need these things, but I don’t know what for. I’m sorry, all I know is that if you don’t have these, you will suffer.” He shrugs, his smile turning into a frown as his eyes go distant. “Yes, suffer. You must take them, you are our future. Save us,” he whispers, before turning and leaving, pulling the curtain shut behind him.
I blow out a breath and run my fingers over the silver bracelet. It’s heavy, and while I play around with the clasp, trying to figure out what’s so special about it, I press down on some form of button. It does nothing, so I set it down for now, reminding myself to ask Gregor about it.
On top of the pile are what appears to be leather braces for my arms. I set them aside after brushing my fingers over the smooth leather. Under that is a matching scabbard for what looks like a sword or a knife. I put that to the side as well, revealing a pile of black material underneath.
I grab it and hold it up to the light. The material floats down and I realise it’s a dress. It’s not too long, it’ll probably hang down just past my knees. The bodice has a sweetheart neckline and tucks in at the waist before flaring out. But the most amazing thing about it are the feathers. They’re black, like the darkest night. They’re sewn on to the dress from bust to end, getting larger the lower you go and giving it an almost fluid look. I stroke my hand across the soft feathers and gasp when one lifts up, revealing bright yellow fabric underneath.
Laying the dress down gently, I trail my hand upwards and watch as red, orange, and yellow are all revealed underneath like a fire burning through the feathers.
“For the fire that burns in you,” Gregor interrupts from behind me, and I whirl around.
He nods at the dress. “One of my best pieces. Sometimes, the most beautiful things hide in plain sight.”
“It’s amazing,” I say in awe.
“Did you try on the bracelet?” he inquires, blinking hard before rushing in and grabbing it.
I hold out my hand and he slips it on, locking it in place, and I watch in amazement as it tightens to my wrist. I try to get it off, but it won’t budge.
“Intention is everything. I can create wonders and you can do so much more. When you no longer need it, just think those words, but be careful because once off, it won’t work again,” he explains.
“What does it do?” I ask.
“It helps magnify and control what you naturally have,” he whispers, and then his eyes gloss over.
“You should go now, it’s almost time,” he says, before disappearing behind the curtain. I grab everything else and walk outside the changing room, finding Gregor waiting. He takes the items and places them into a bag before handing it to me and meeting my eyes.
“Everything happens for a reason. We are made because we are needed. Remember your strength, Rhea from Cinders, I fear you will need it,” he warns softly, before hustling us all out.
I blink when we get outside onto the stone steps, feeling like I just broke a spell. It was a crazy whirlwind in there, but his words stick with me even as we head back to camp.
My feelings are all mixed up after exploring the city this morning. There is so much beauty there, but it feels like if you look too hard, something is waiting to jump out. I just can’t quite see it yet, so when the tents of home come into view, I sigh, relieved, and cuddle closer to Jesse, finally relaxing.
Alcide is waiting for us at the entrance to the camp.
“Have a good time?” he asks, looking at the bags we have.
“I liked the shops,” I offer with a smile. I want to tell him about seeing the boy again, but I feel now isn’t the time.
“Are we rehearsing today?” I inquire.
“No,” Alcide answers, looking around. “We aren’t leaving either, not yet. Stay close to each other though. You can have the afternoon off, I have some digging to do,” he replies before striding away, moving through the camp with his head held high and his shoulders tight. He seems to be pulling away, apart from our moment this morning, ever since his fight with Blain yesterday.
I head to my tent silently, and for some reason I feel the need not to unpack, so I place the bag the tailor gave me at the foot of my bed. I leave everything he gave me in the bag except for the bracelet, which is still clasped firmly around my wrist.
“What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” Jesse asks behind me, and when I look over my shoulder, I see him wiggling his eyebrows, which makes me laugh.
I narrow my eyes as he comes towards me and I squeal when he grabs me and tosses me on the bed, covering my body with his while he tickles me.
“Harpy, did you—” Blain’s words cut off, and Jesse and I freeze on the bed, glancing over at him.
“May we help you?” Jesse asks formally, as if he isn’t pressing me down on the bed.
“I was going to spank and fuck that mouth out of Harpy.” Blain shrugs, making me draw in a breath. My pussy pulses as heat races through me at his dirty words.
“Sounds like a plan.” Jesse grins as they share a smug look before they both turn to me.
“You-I—” I sputter, even as I try to clench my thighs around Jesse, not denying how much I love the idea. I discovered my love for having more than one man during our Christmas break, and I have been dying to repeat it again, but we have been so busy…
I can’t help but crave the picture they are painting, and I swallow hard, grinning back. “Well, you going to put your dick where your words are?” I joke.
Jesse turns back to me, his hands skimming up the side of my waist, teasing a path along my belly and up between my breasts before he cups my chin and brings my face to his, kissing me softly. I gasp and he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine as his hands cup my breasts through my clothing, squeezing hard enough to have me arching up into his touch.
Another hand weaves into my hair, yanking my mouth from Jesse and craning my neck back until I see a grinning Blain smirking down at me. He kneels down and kisses me hard, creating that special blend of pleasure and pain he doles out, as his tongue lashes me, and his grip hardens on my hair even as his lips are soft and sure.
Jesse doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and pulls down my shirt, groaning when he discovers I haven’t been wearing a bra all day.
“Fuck, Firecracker.”
His big hands cup my breasts as Blain and I fight for control, my neck straining. I groan into his mouth when Jesse flicks and twists my nipples before laving them with his tongue. Reaching down blindly, I grab his springy hair and pull him to me. He grins against my skin, peppering soft kisses against me, creating a contrast so opposite to Blain’s rough treatment that I mewl, wrapping my legs around Jesse’s waist. He gives into my tugging and pulls my nipple in
to his mouth, sucking hard and making me moan into Blain’s mouth. He pulls away, his dark eyes watching me with desire as he smiles lazily, running his sharp nails down my throat.
“Don’t move, Harpy, unless you want blood on your sheets,” he teases, and I freeze, narrowing my eyes as I feel a blade drag against my skin softly, making me shiver. He smirks down at me. “Seems Harpy likes my blades along her skin,” he tells Jesse, who hums with my nipple still in his mouth before popping it out with a wet sound and moving to the other.
I glance down, watching Blain slice through my top in one smooth move, and yanking it away from my body, leaving me bare apart from my trousers. “Blain,” I grumble, and he traces the knife slowly across my neck, up over my cheek, and stops with the cold metal against my lips.
“Yes, Harpy? Problem?” he asks.
He keeps the blade there, both of us just staring at each other as Jesse moves down my body, pushing my trousers down as he goes. He quickly strips them off my feet and my panties go next until I’m a flushed, needy mess spread out between them.
“How about a little competition, Harpy?” Blain grins.
“What’s that?” I mumble, trying not to cut myself on the blade.
“Jesse is going to play with your pretty little pussy and you are going to suck my fat cock. Whoever comes first doesn’t get to come again for the rest of the night,” he suggests.
“Deal.” I narrow my eyes on him. Our play always goes dark, but I love pushing Blain and I love the way he pushes me. He doesn’t flinch at having the other man here, though we have done it before. Blain demands my attention, pushing me to unravel with their touches. He takes control and I crave that with him, because I trust him implicitly.
He runs the knife back down to my throat, grazing my skin and leaving pink lines behind that have me panting. I lock my eyes on him and lean up for a kiss, showing my trust. He snatches the blade away quickly and growls as I kiss him gently. “Oh, it’s on, Blainy,” I purr.
“On your knees then, Harpy,” he orders.
Jesse grabs my hips and flips me before yanking me back, so I am on all fours, my pussy on display for him. He strokes down my already wet lips, humming again. “Oh, I reckon you might win here, Blain, she is already wet,” Jesse jokes. He rubs my clit, making me jerk back and push against his fingers, but he pulls them away with a laugh and kisses my ass. “Not yet, Firecracker, I want you to win,” he whispers against my skin and I grin, staring up at Blain.
Jesse was my first. We learned together and he knows my body better than anyone. He knows exactly where to touch, where to kiss, and he worships me. Both of us lost ourselves in just exploring and learning each other, so I have no doubt if he wanted Blain to win, he would.
He rubs my ass softly, massaging as I watch Blain flick open the button of his trousers and yank down the zipper, the sound loud in my quiet tent. He widens his legs, pulling out his already hard cock, the tip wet, making me lick my lips and him groan.
He watches me as he casually pumps himself before pressing the tip to my lips. “Open up, Harpy. I told you I would fuck that mouth,” he orders, and I dart my tongue out, licking away the salty drop on the tip and he growls.
He grips my hair and tugs me closer until his cock presses against my lips. “Open the fuck up,” he demands.
Teasing him is fun, so I gently blow my breath over the head of his cock and he shivers, his hand tightening in my hair just as Jesse runs his fingers down my pussy again, making me gasp. Blain takes that opportunity to push into my mouth, forcing me to swallow his hard length.
Humming, I scrape my teeth over his cock and he groans, thrusting all the way in. I have to breathe deeply through my nose and try not to gag when he hits the back of my throat. Pulling out of my mouth slowly, he pushes back in, finding his rhythm as I hold on to his hips.
Jesse lightly runs his finger along my pussy, circling my clit before dipping inside and doing it all again. Whimpering in frustration, I push back onto his hands, needing more.
I feel his hot breath on my pussy a moment before he licks a long line across me, making me cry out around Blain’s cock. He laps around my clit, slowly pushing two fingers inside of me and leaving them there as he licks me. Heat races through my body as I push back against his face, riding it as I suck Blain desperately. I know it won’t be long before Jesse has me coming on his talented tongue.
He pulls his fingers out and thrusts them back in, curling them inside me and hitting a spot that makes me groan around Blain’s length, and dig my nails into Blain’s hips.
Jessie keeps up his brutal pace, pushing me steadily higher and higher. His fingers and tongue give me just enough to have me rocking back and craving more, even as Blain fucks my mouth harder with each thrust, until he is pushing me back onto Jesse’s fingers and tongue. Jesse grabs my hips to stop my movements, holding on until I’m trapped between them, unable to even scream as I feel my orgasm just out of reach.
I know I need to win this bet, so I draw on my powers. I have been practicing more and more, but I’ve never tried it during sex. There’s no better time than now. I concentrate on my mouth, making it heat up so it’s warmer around Blain’s cock.
His thrusts stutter and he cries out, his hands tangling in my hair. “Fuck, Harpy, what the hell is that?”
Trying something else, I focus on mimicking Fluffy’s purr. My voice box changes and now I’m purring around his cock.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Blain grunts, his hips jerking with his desperate thrusts.
“Struggling there?” Jessie jokes and I purr harder, the vibrations moving through my body. “Oh, good one, Firecracker!” He laughs, obviously feeling it.
Releasing one hand from Blain’s hip, I reach down and cup his balls, squeezing gently and he yells, his cock exploding in my mouth and forcing me to swallow him. I swallow him down, using my hand to pull him out of my mouth, and slowly licking it clean before I grin up at him.
He falls to his knees, his eyes dazed and his breathing laboured as he grips the bed next to my head. “I win,” I tease, kissing him gently.
He mumbles something, shaking his head before he glares at me. “Not fair.” He pouts and I laugh.
“You used yours first.” I wink and then gasp when Jesse flips me over and drags my ass along the bed until it meets his hips. My legs wrap around his waist again as he leans over me with a satisfied grin.
“Guess that means you’re all mine, Firecracker.” He kisses me, no doubt tasting Blain in my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Feeling mean, I grip his hips and flip us, so I am hovering on top of him, keeping my pussy away from his hard cock. I didn’t even see him strip, but he’s naked beneath me, his cock hard and reaching towards me. He’s leaner than the others, but no less impressive and oh so fucking sexy as he grins up at me. His eyes sparkle and his longer hair is spread across my bed as he reaches up and grips my hips, always letting me do whatever I want to him.
I look up at Blain and wink as I reach down and circle Jesse’s cock, jerking him a few times and making him cry out and push into my touch. I rub it along my wet pussy before pausing at my entrance.
He’s panting now, staring up at me with crazed eyes, his jaw tight as he watches me, never forcing me, just letting me set the pace. Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly seat myself on him, working myself down his thick, hard length. Biting down on my lip, I hold in my groan until he’s fully inside me, filling me up and stretching me. Gasping, I throw my head back, my hands landing on his stomach as I struggle not to move. My orgasm rushes back through my body and is heading towards me like a freight train.
Starting to move, I dig my nails into his stomach as he rolls his hips under me, matching my rhythm. I lift myself up and down, riding him hard and fast, chasing my release. He reaches up and grips my swaying breasts, flicking my nipples before he traces down my clenching stomach and rubs my clit, sending me careening over the edge.
I scream, my pussy clamping down on his coc
k as I shake above him, coming so hard I see stars. Breathing heavily, I open my eyes and look down at him to see him grinning.
“My turn.” He winks and I yelp as he flips us so I am on the bottom again, his cock still buried deep inside me, and then he starts to move.
I grip onto the edge of the bed above my head as he thrusts deep and hard, his pace speeding up until he’s hammering into me, forcing me back up over that edge until I am chasing another release. I watch the way his body moves, loving it, reminding me of when he dances or performs—it’s so silky and sexy as hell. His hips roll with each movement, his chest muscles clenching and his arms not even straining as he holds himself above me.
Hands cover mine, turning them over and weaving our fingers together, keeping them pressed to the mattress. I look up into a grinning Blain’s face as he watches Jesse fuck me. I don’t even realise little noises are leaving my throat until he silences them with a hard kiss.
“So fucking sexy, Harpy. Is he buried in you deep? Is your sweet little pussy clamping down on him?” he asks, pulling away and stroking my bottom lip with his thumb.
Jesse’s even thrusts stutter and he starts to fuck me for real. No finesse or timely thrusts, just pure and utter need as he rams into me again and again, moving me up the bed with the power of his thrusts.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Jesse cries out, his hand gripping my hip, no doubt leaving bruises. The pain mixes with pleasure as Blain kisses down my neck to my breasts, teasing my nipples. They both play my body like they are performing.
“You should feel her ass, man, it’s like a vice. I came so hard I couldn’t walk for hours,” Blain admits, licking my nipple as I arch into him and lift my hips to meet Jesse’s thrusts.
Jesse cries out again, his hand moving between us and flicking my clit and, before I know it, I’m coming again, screaming into the night as he fills me once more before stilling. He groans above me, holding me still as he fills me with his come before collapsing onto my chest. He kisses over my heart softly before moving to the side slightly, both of us groaning as he pulls out. Blain lets go of my hands before climbing up on the bed next to me.