by Shawn Keys
“Yes. But what I can give you is the freedom from the guillotine hanging over your head every moment of your life.”
Mild yet raw fear chased across the Dame’s face. “The shaman told me I can’t change that. Not unless I risk mutating who I am.”
Zahn affirmed, “There is magic that could carve into your DNA and force that kind of change.”
Heather said firmly, “I don’t want to be a different person. Even if it means I die a little earlier.”
“That isn’t the magic I am offering, Heather.” He stroked Angelica’s hair. “These two can tell you how much I must trust you. I wasn’t willing to leave any of my relics behind, before now. Leea, can you bring me the package I left here in Heather’s care? I never told you what was in it.”
There was a heat in Kaylee’s eye. She was beginning to understand what Zahn planned to do. This was her chance to object before he even offered. She didn’t. Instead, she slipped from the Dame’s arms and vanished up the stairs.
Angelica leaned in and whispered urgently in his ear, “Are you sure? We’re with you if you want this, Zahn. But we know what this will mean for you.”
He met her gaze. “The only ones I am worried about hurting are you and Leea.”
Angelica smiled. “We’re with you.”
Kaylee returned quickly. She proved she had figured it out by slipping the Fountain’s vial out of the pack and placing it on the table in the room’s center. Then, she swayed gracefully to Zahn’s side to show her support.
Zahn gathered himself and told Heather his biggest secret. “This is the Fountain of Youth, Dame Heather.”
Her mouth parted in soft surprise. “That’s… that exists…?”
Zahn allowed himself a soft laugh. “I’ve called into question a few myths and fables myself, recently. Despite that, what I’ve found is that most legends in our world have a basis in the facts surrounding relics. Yes, Heather. This is real. It can give life and energy and erase fatigue.”
“And… heal… me?” Raw hope made her choke on the words, tears streaming from her eyes.
Zahn held up a hand, stalling her. “The shaman was right. This disease is a part of your genetic design. I can’t change that. But do you remember how you described the start of your suffering?”
“I said that the timer on the bomb had gone off. The pansalve is simply fighting the damage of an explosion that never ends.”
Zahn nodded. “What the Fountain can do is restore the clock to a time before it went off. The pansalve would quickly heal any damage done. And once it had, you could take it off. I could give you years before there would be any fear of the disease emerging again.”
Heather covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. “And… I would still be me.” She sank down to perch on her favorite chair, shaking from head to toe like a leaf.
“Yes.” Zahn looked to both his lovers. “You two know what this means. You know what I’d have to do.”
Kaylee caressed his cheek, warmth flowing from her soul. “I know you fear that we’ll think you’re being selfish or crude. All I see is how generous you are.” A quirk of mischief touched her lips. “Though I dare say you may enjoy this a little.”
Angelica hugged him close. “We’re going to make sure of it.”
Flushing at the idea this might happen, Zahn refocused on Heather. “Will you let me try?” He knew she might still refuse. But first, he needed to know if Heather even wanted this second lease on life. If she had made peace with her death coming soon, he wouldn’t force a new youth or a strange magic on her.
Heather swallowed her nerves. “Yes. Heaven preserve me, but yes.”
Zahn smiled. “I’m… so very glad you said that.” He gave a fond squeeze to the beautiful women in his arms. “Get her ready.”
The two actresses moved together. They approached a confused Heather from both sides. Their hands drifted down to stroke fondly along the Dame’s arms, and then gently lifted her out of her seat. Not yet understanding, Heather moved with them in total trust.
Then, Angelica’s hand traced from Heather’s collar bone, over the tip of her right breast, and along her stomach to find the silk belt of her robe. Curling her fingers into the material, she drew on the string .
On the other side, Kaylee mirrored the action. Her own fingers tingled as they descended and found the other silk strand. Their combined pull unraveled the knot and allowed the expensive, black robe to part. The material settled an inch apart. It was enough to show Heather’s pale, lightly freckled skin from her black-lace neck brace all the way past her breasts to where a matching pair of black-lace panties covered her modesty. Below them, her bare inner thighs shivered from desire. It was a minor miracle Heather was still standing. Her mouth remained opened in a soft ‘o’ shape, panting lightly as the two women exposed her.
They weren’t done. Their other hands crept up and urged the shoulders of Heather’s robe off so that it clung in a fragile way to her upper arms. That left the lines of her shoulders bare. Both women leaned down and crept sweet kisses toward Heather’s neck.
Kaylee raised her lips first, and whispered toward the Dame’s ear. “Heather.” Just her name. Like a summons, the older woman turned. Kaylee captured her mouth in a lingering kiss. At first, Heather was so nervous that she didn’t even twitch. The darker-skinned actress deepened the kiss. Working magic into the connection, soon Heather’s mouth and tongue began to share the mingling.
They broke with a gasp, only for Angelica to use fingertips on the Dame’s chin to guide her over to the blonde’s own mouth. Still breathless from the last, Heather let out a lost sort of moan as she sank into the embrace.
Kaylee didn’t let her passion fade; she continued to explore tender kisses on the older actress’s neck.
For Zahn, the reality of the moment was striking home. He watched his lovers tending to the Dame’s needs, and the molten throb of desire awoke in his core. With another woman, this might be an issue. The Fountain’s magic offered no universal arousal. But Heather was a proud woman. In defiance of the disease ripping her life away, she had fought to control every other measure of her life. Her body was lean and graceful. Even better, Zahn could see in her the iconic woman millions of fans had lusted after. The woman from the pictures hanging from their walls as a symbol of beauty and poise. This was that woman; perhaps mature with wisdom bred from hard experience, but every ounce still the same woman.
Stirring his lust even further, his two lovers continued to overwhelm the Dame. They sunk down onto their knees. Their clever hands drew off the robe, sliding it down her arms so it could spill to the ground. Their mouths never ceased kissing: first, her shoulders; then the sides of her petite breasts; then along her sides to right above her hips. Their hands teased into the straps of her panties, and together they slid the last fabric down her slim legs.
Heather’s eyes closed, reveling in attention unlike anything she had felt in years. Fear suddenly awoke in her, and her eyes darted open and focused on Zahn. It had been so easy to lose herself in the kind touch of the two sensual women, but… he was in the room.
Zahn knew he had the power to shatter her. She was probably more vulnerable in that moment than she had ever been in her entire life. It was more than her body. Her entire being was exposed to him, and he felt like he was holding her soul in his hands.
He gave her a gift that might be as precious as the youth he had already offered.
Acceptance.
Desire.
He tugged on his shirt, and pulled it over his head as he walked forward. Bare chested, he planted one boot on the left seat cushion and dropped the tactical removal zipper. Leaving that boot behind, he planted his right foot on the next seat. That boot followed the first. A flip of his fingers and his pants were undone. They rode on his hips and would easily fall.
From their knees, Kaylee and Angelica nudged the Dame back into her seat on the plush sofa-chair. Their fingers brushed along her skin, teasing alive her senses. When they had He
ather gasping openly at their touches, their hands cupped under the Dame’s knees and hooked her legs over the arms of the chair.
Heather was issuing a non-stop stream of panting moans. The sheer eroticism of the moment was sweeping her away. Her trembling lips couldn’t seem to catch enough breath to whisper what she wanted and her fluttering eyes couldn’t manage to decide where to focus.
Angelica goaded her even further off the ledge of sanity. Sweeping back her flowing tumble of golden blonde hair, the internationally-famed actress nestled between the Dame’s legs and delivered a sweet, lingering kiss to the intimate flesh between.
That touch spiked right through Heather’s haze. Her eyes cleared and she blurted out with total delight, “Oh, my sweet dear, your tongue !” A throaty, helpless laugh rippled out of her. All her nervous tension evaporated, replaced by an erotic arch to her back as she grinded gently against Angelica’s questing lips.
Kaylee peered up Zahn’s rugged chest with lust rich on her face. “Can you see Angelica? She gave herself to you for saving her life. Now she’s making Heather all wet for you.” Her fingers curled around his trousers, pulling them down until his thick manhood sprang free. Kaylee nibbled on her lips and teased him further, “Shall I make you wet, too? Wet enough to slide into her? So… very… dripping… wet…” And with a hungry growl, she opened her lips and swallowed half of his rigid shaft in one wicked plunge.
Zahn wasn’t ready. Not at all. He let out a desperate growl, “Oh fuck… damn… oh, damn … I need to finish in her , Leea!”
Kaylee giggled and began bathing him with her tongue inside her mouth.
Zahn was quite sure it would always be like this between them. Angelica enjoyed being completely subservient. With Kaylee, she loved being dominated. She would surrender to him, but only if he could handle her.
So, he handled her.
His hands went to her hair and clenched hold. He didn’t have the willpower to push her off. The heaven of her mouth was too compelling; the sight of his pale flesh spearing past her dark lips was too perfect. Instead, he tugged her deeper. Feeling the suction of her throat starting to grasp him, he fucked her mouth for a half-dozen strokes while she struggled to take him. With a note of submissive pride, she didn’t fight to get away, but strove to survive what he demanded of her now that he had control.
Zahn didn’t test her too badly, enjoying the surrender to his hunger without actually wanting to embarrass her. Just when he thought her suckling gasps were getting desperate, he dragged his cock free of her mouth. She heaved in great gasps of air, panting as her saliva and his magically-infused precum dripped from her lips and over her chin and tank-top. She flashed him the fierce grin of a warrior woman briefly tamed .
It was a look that made Zahn want to flip her over and take her hard from behind. But he resisted. There was a gift to give, and he wouldn’t fail. Not after giving Heather any sort of hope.
Kaylee prowled back to the side of the chair and kissed her way along the Dame’s leg propped over the arm. Her lips blazed a trail right up her thigh while her fingers ran light caresses behind. Once close, she whispered to Angelica, “He’s ready.” Then, her mouth ventured higher. Her kisses ran up Heather’s lean stomach and didn’t stop until she was swirling her tongue around the aereole of her left nipple.
Angelica heard and took a final lap of her tongue before mirroring Kaylee upward. Soon, her mouth was tantalizing Heather’s right breast in wonderful tandum.
Zahn followed them in, resting his knees on the edge of the seat and taking his place between the veteran actress’s legs. Her red hair was beautifully mussed, fanned out against the back cushion. Her golden-brown eyes were wide, not quite believing the vision in front of her. Framed by the elegant-yet-wanton women on either side, she was almost hyperventilating as Zahn’s battle-worn form settled above her. She whimpered as the first heat of his dripping glans brushed against her slit.
Zahn leaned over her, wedging himself up to her entrance. “Say yes, Heather.”
Angelica moaned into her breast. “Say yes.”
Kaylee mumbled, not even bothering to release her nipple while she spoke, “Thay yeth.”
The reply came from Heather’s throat like a lost soul’s prayer. “Yeeesss !”
As she moaned, Zahn pierced her to the core. Her ‘yes’ dragged out into a long sound of need. Zahn joined her as they became one, and his thick cock stretched into her depths and touched… everywhere.
He began to thrust. With this angle, each thrust started its stroke on the rough nexus of her g-spot before filling her. Buried inside, Zahn felt himself grind against every ripple and contour until they were locked together to his hilt.
Already primed by Kaylee and Angelica’s raw sensuality, Zahn willed himself to last. But Heather’s rising cries of passion were a siren’s call he couldn’t ignore. They coupled furiously against the chair as the two other women dazzled her with their tongues and lips and wandering fingers.
Pounding hard into her one last time, Zahn erupted into her depths. He clutched her legs and held her close as orgasm blasted away whatever sense he still had. The magic of the Fountain pulsed along with his seed. Heather had already been teetering on the edge of a climax. The heat and life-energy washed over her like the ocean and swept her into a whole new world of pleasure. Bucking off the sofa, she keened loudly into the air, writhing and twisting as erotic magic infused her.
Until at last, they collapsed together in a sweat-soaked heap. Too tired to move.
Indeed, with only enough energy to cling to one another for a while.
* * *
Later, they were still together but in Heather’s massive master bedroom. The layout was completely open, from the Romanesque ensuite and marble jacuzzi bath to the poster bed large enough for a family to share. It stretched across nearly the entire upper floor of the tower.
The tangle of lovers lounged on the faux-fur rugs in front of a crackling fireplace. The fire ran on gas, but the artistic construction mimicked a wood fire near-perfectly, right down to the artificially generated woodsmoke smell and audio of wood bark snapping as it superheated.
They were all laying on their left sides in a loose circle, each one’s head on the next one’s thigh.
Kaylee’s head was propped on Heather’s legs. She kissed the woman on her skin, then caressed along her hip. “I can’t believe the magic works so quickly.”
Heather’s eyes had closed, drifting near sleep. “Hmm?”
Angelica was her pillow. She reached down to play with Heather’s red hair – hair which had already grown an inch in the last hour. The new roots were all shockingly rich crimson with almost no trace of grey.
Zahn was across from the Dame, enjoying the connection as his first two lovers watched Heather’s transformation first-hand. “Both of you were already fairly young. Your bodies gained a little health and vitality, but it was more about freezing time for you. For Heather, she’s regaining years. But nothing is that immediate. From what I know, each time we are… ahh… together, it would be as if five or ten years was given back to you.”
Heather opened her eyes. Already, the evidence of age had been smoothed from her face, but not totally erased. She had the look of a woman in her mid-to-early forties. “Until?”
Zahn smiled. “Until we stop having sex, or until you are back in your prime. The magic will never make you younger than when your body is fully matured. Basically, at the moment growth ends and entropy takes over. To be morbid, the magic halts you at the moment you start to die. Like I told these two, that’s in the age range of about twenty to twenty-five for most people.
“Until?” Heather smiled as she echoed her last question.
Zahn chuckled and finished, “You’ll stay that way as long as we are… well, sharing each other. Because these two have the same energy inside of them, tasting them can also keep the magic alive for a while. Without me, the effect would fade in a month. You would begin to age normally. If you were only wi
th these two, the effect might last five or six months before aging would begin again.”
Heather sighed, but not in regret. In contentment. “So, we’re bound to each other.”
Zahn nodded. “For as long as we all wish it.”
“That sounds a little complicated. These two are so well known, and isn’t this sort of thing frowned upon?”
Zahn considered that. “We didn’t really think about that, did we? It all fell into place sort of naturally. Maybe it was because these two were already lovers. We knew right away that we’d have to be careful. I guess we’ll be close friends in public.” He stroked Angelica’s hair and Kaylee’s thigh together. “In private, well… it’s different.”
Heather moistened her lips thoughtfully, adding a little teasing along with it. “So how does it work between you three?”
Zahn shrugged as best he could from his side. “There are no rules. We figured out what worked for us.” He let a playful grin touch his lips. He tucked his hands further into Angelica’s hair. “This one’s mine. When I want and how I want. And she knows it.” His grip became firm, and Angelica mewled plaintively as her scalp tingled. He guided her up off his thigh until her mouth was over his balls. She darted him a fiery little look. It will never cease to thrill me, to see that famous face surrendering herself to me. As always, a shiver ran through Zahn’s entire body as her tongue began tending to his fleshy orbs. Best… feeling… ever…
Coasting on that tingling pleasure, Zahn pulled Kaylee’s top leg a little forward, so she was a little more on her stomach than on her side. With her firm behind presented to the air, he reached between her legs and gave her a naughty slap ! “This one’s mine too, but she has to be reminded.”
Kaylee let out a gasp, and her bright green eyes flared as if about to object.
Until Zahn spanked her again, then rubbed a thumb from her clit all the way to her entrance and back. He gave her another playful spank , and challenged her while probing her sex with his thumb again. “Hmmm?”
Kaylee’s head fell back onto Heather’s leg. For a long moment, she put up a playful resistance even as her will crumbled. The thumb inside of her was her undoing. She arched her back and presented her ass to him for another smack . “Mmmhmm…”