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  She walked over to a phone and dialed her grandmother’s number.

  “He’s a freak, Gran. He bound me with magic, raped me with shadows, and tried to jerk off on me.”

  “Are you alright, Esmy? Did he hurt you at all?” Her voice was genuine concern.

  “I’m okay. But I never want to see that freak again. Please make that clear.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I went home. I feel safe here.”

  “I will talk to your father, he will deal with Tyne. You will not be troubled by him again.” Her voice was grim.

  “I will research the last one for you, carefully and thoroughly. You will only have to meet him.” Isowyn’s voice was quite clear. Only one more, then, if it didn’t turn out well, she was on her own, they would not interfere. “I will make sure that he gains your official consent to sex, but would you prefer to meet him at your home?”

  “Yes, okay. The last one can meet me here. Tomorrow. I will determine if I sleep with him or not.” A sudden though occurred to her. “He will count as my third, even if I don’t have sex with him?”

  “I will make sure that he does.”

  Chapter Six

  The next night she was wearing her most unflattering clothing. Baggy jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, with socks in a garish orange. She had taken a long bath in her Jacuzzi tub to take the feel of the shadows from her, and was feeling almost human…uhhh…elven again.

  The doorbell rang promptly at seven. She walked over and opened the door. What she saw astonished her into laughing.

  Two handsome and strong elven warriors in full regalia stood on her porch. They bowed as one, and spoke as one. “Esmerelda Hawks, we are your date for the evening.”

  “I am Orlyn, my talent is fire.” His eyes and hair blazed in the colors of flame. His skin was a bronze hue, visible only at his face, neck and hands, which were the only parts of his body exposed beyond the formal tunic.

  “And I am Boral, water is my specialty.” He gave her an easy grin, from a face as pale as his companion was dark. His eyes were an ocean blue, his hair a matching hue.

  “So, which one of you is my date?” She looked down at her attire, and grimaced. She had thought it a good way to break the ice with the new candidate for her bed. But now she just felt stupid.

  They turned and exchanged a glance. “We both are. We have been friends and companions for a few hundred years. We will not be separated by a woman.” Orlyn’s voice was toneless.

  “So, you guys want to watch a movie and eat pizza?” She stood back and waved them inside. Her collection of frozen pizzas was second to none. She practically lived on the stuff.

  Boral led the way, “Just pepperoni on mine. Don’t get too fancy.”

  When she had loaded the pizzas into the oven she returned to the living room, where they had made themselves at home. She paused for a moment to admire them.

  There on the middle of her comfy green couch sat two of the best looking guys she had ever seen and they were willing to watch a movie and eat pizza with her. She didn’t even mind the pointed ears that were peeking through Boral’s hair.

  “Twenty five minutes ‘til food, guys. What kind of movie do you want to watch?” She took the chair across from the couch and began to flip through her DVD collection.

  “Do you have anything with both action and comedy?” Orlyn spoke. His solemn face focused on her as she made a few selections.

  She spread the movies onto the table. “Here, you pick.”

  “Can I get you wine, beer, soda, anything?”

  “Beer.” Boral was engrossed by the movies.

  “Wine.” Orlyn was letting his friend do the reading and was sitting giving his veto vote every time one was chosen.

  She bustled about the kitchen, set out plates and the wine and beer. She put everything on the coffee table and by the time they had chosen a movie, the pizza was done.

  She placed the steaming pizza on the table and sliced it into wedges. She looked up as she finished the necessary tasks and found two very interested pairs of eyes, focused on her cleavage. Esmy looked down, and saw that the opening of her sweatshirt was gaping open at the neck to show an alarming amount of creamy flesh. Her hand slammed to her collarbone in reflex, cutting off the view.

  “Aww. That’s not fair. We would let you look.” Boral was amused at her face flaming with embarrassment. Orlyn merely kept a slight grin on his face.

  “It wasn’t intentional, and I don’t recall you offering. Or me offering, for that matter.” She grumped at them. She sat in the loveseat, ignoring the space for her that they had left between them.

  They ate in silence. After the food was demolished, and a fresh beverage in each one’s hand, she started the movie that they had selected.

  As the opening credits rolled across the screen, Esmy relocated to the couch. It wasn’t exactly her choice. When she sat back down on the loveseat and started the movie, Orlyn stood up and scooped her up. Without a word being spoken, he dropped her onto the couch between them and scooted so that her thighs were bracketed on either side by theirs.

  “This is better.” Boral draped one arm over her shoulder and drew her close. Sighing with resignation she relaxed into them and watched the movie. They had not made any weird advances, and she was content to be surrounded by two really good-looking guys who smelled great and had enough sense to keep her wine glass filled during the movie.

  By the time the hero had solved the mystery and blown up the terrorists that held the entire world in their evil clutches, she had gotten more comfortable. Her head was on Boral’s nicely muscled shoulder, and her legs were draped over Orlyn’s lap. Based on the reaction she could feel in his trousers, he liked them there.

  When she finally began to sit up and move off of her couch-warmers, they gently repositioned her so that she was lying across both of them. Boral leaned in to kiss her. He was gentle and did not seek entry to her mouth.

  “Your grandmother said no sex unless you said you were willing.” Boral was completely calm.

  Orlyn chimed in with a low husky voice, “Are you willing?” His hands drew slow circles on her denim thighs.

  “Wait a minute. Hold on just a second.” She struggled to a sitting position, her hips were pressed against Boral’s, and he was definitely appreciating her position.

  “Which one of you am I supposed to sleep with?” They both looked at her with calm eyes, and she had her answer.

  “Both of you? Are you nuts?” She scrambled off of their laps and landed on her butt on the floor. Jumping to her feet, she backed up to the TV.

  “You don’t have to have sex with both of us at the exact same time, though that would definitely be pleasant. One at a time would be sufficient.” Orlyn was completely reasonable in his tone, but his eyes had begun to burn with a banked flame.

  “Okay, why both of you? Why do you two come as a set?” She was stalling for time as her hormones called out the possibilities. Two fey. In her bed. At the same time. Together. Wow.

  They turned to look at each other and Boral spoke. “We have been friends for the better part of five centuries. After several relationships where we slept with different women, we found that the result was that we drifted apart. We felt it was unacceptable. We swore we would only take on women who were willing to accept both of us as lovers. Even for a half-fey, you are the only one who has even considered it.”

  “Considered, not agreed. I want that clear.” She knew she was going to give in—she was getting wet just thinking about it. But she didn’t want them to know that.

  They met each other’s eyes for a moment, then stood up to walk over to her. “Is there anything we could do to convince you?” They spoke as one one again. Then proceeded to stroke her face and neck, one on each side.

  She sighed at the contact, “Lord, am I easy.” She closed her eyes and winced. “Alright, how is this going to work?”

  “We don’t know, no one has ever said yes before.”

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nbsp; Esmy opened her eyes and saw two very delighted fey in her living room with demonic twinkles in their eyes. Boral scooped her up in his arms as Orlyn led the way to the bedroom.

  “Small bed. Hmmm.” He chanted a small charm and the bed began to expand.

  “Hey, that sucker is plenty big.” Two very derisive looks were shot at her and she subsided. Looking at their tall and impressive physiques, she concluded that if they were both in bed with her, things would be a little crowded. Heck, even one of them would be pushing it.

  Once the bed was expanded to his satisfaction, Orlyn closed his eyes and whispered again. Magic filled the room and soon it was covered with silks of every color. Panels billowed from the ceiling and flowed across the floor. It looked like an Arabian Nights fantasy. On acid.

  “Uh, isn’t that a little over the top?” She was quelled again by a squeeze that let her know her quips were not needed. One more whisper and the lights went out to be replaced by twinkling fairy lights in the fabric itself. The room glowed like the inside of a treasure chest.

  Boral slowly lowered her onto the bed, then stood back. “Would you like us to go first, or you?”

  “Uh, you guys can go ahead. I’m good.”

  As one, they unbuttoned the neckline of their tunics. Corded necks were exposed as the clasps came undone. When they were sufficiently loose, they removed them over their heads.

  “Wow.”

  Grinning at her admiration of their heavily muscled chests, they pulled off their footwear and unbuttoned their trousers. Keeping their eyes on her the entire time, they slid the pants to the floor. Exposing not only their erections, but the smooth and heavy column of their thighs. They stepped free of the cloth and looked at her.

  “Your turn.” They moved toward her and she didn’t know where to look. It was all good.

  She was startled when they removed her from the bed and put her at the foot of it, where they had been standing as she watched them.

  “Any time.” Orlyn crossed his arms over his chest and sat against the headboard, as Boral moved his hands behind his head and watched her from a fully reclined position.

  With hands shaking from embarrassment and excitement, she started at her socks. One orange monstrosity was peeled off and dropped to the floor, then the other.

  She moved her hands to the snap of her jeans and watched their eyes flare as she lowered the zipper, then peeled off the denim and let it slide to the floor. Her sweatshirt covered her butt and panties, but she knew that it was the next thing to go.

  She stood and pondered its removal options, then opted to simply peel it off over her head. She grabbed the hem and slowly dragged it up across her belly, exposing her tiny black silk panties to their avaricious gaze. She whipped it off over her head, and dropped it onto her jeans in a forlorn heap on the floor.

  She glanced up at her audience, then fastened her eyes on the floor. Keeping them there seemed safer—the glowing eyes were too intense for her.

  Her hands reached behind her to loosen the clasp on her bra, and she did it swiftly, then shoved her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them.

  Mortification colored her a delicate rose, and she could see the blush reaching her thighs. Her hands rubbed against her sides as Esmy plotted her next move. She had no idea what to do.

  Thankfully, they took care of that for her.

  Looking down as she was, she had an excellent view of the hands that now began to caress her. Two fastened on her shoulders and began to stroke down to her breasts while the other two caressed her from behind, stroking her ribs and caressing her ass.

  “I think that we will handle the rest of the evening,” Orlyn whispered in her ear, and she realized that it was his cock pressing into her ass as his hands kneaded the globes. He leaned over and began to lick and suck at her neck and shoulder. Boral moved from standing before her, caressing her breasts, to kneeling in front of her, suckling and kissing at her nipples.

  The bolts of pleasure at their mouths on her were incredible. Boral moved his mouth lower, her ribs, her belly, and then used his hands to part her thighs. As his mouth closed on her heat, her legs gave way and she fell into Orlyn’s waiting hands as he chuckled into her neck.

  Boral used both his lips and tongue to caress and part her folds, then paid special attention to the tiny bud at the top of her sex that was now enflamed and shrieking for contact. As his tongue flicked at her, he slid two fingers inside her, stroking into the wetness that had been spurred by their activity. Her hips bucked against him and she was grateful for the hands supporting her. Orlyn was not going to stand idly by though. He moved one hand from her ass, to her breast and began to tweak and pull at the engorged nipple. Goosebumps ran down her flesh as she squirmed in their embrace. Her flailing hands found Boral’s hair and became fists, to lock him in his torturous position. She was so close.

  A particularly viscous and sharp bite on her neck was all it took. She arched and wailed her release, locked in the grip of the two fey.

  Before the spasms had eased, she was on her back on the bed and one of the hard cocks was sliding into her. She didn’t know which, because in the few moments that she had been insensate with her release, they had slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

  Her back arched as he slid deep within her slick and snug channel. Oh, gods, this was too much. She moaned and clutched blindly at the strong shoulders above her, hearing a deep chuckle. Orlyn. It was definitely Orlyn. Her hands stroked his arms, shoulders, chest and back. Learning the feel of him. Her hips rose and fell as with every thrust and twist of his hips he stroked a sensitive spot deep within her. Unbelievably she felt herself starting to cum again. Her body tensing and heaving as it sought the pleasure and found it within easy reach.

  A high keening wail sounded, followed by a hoarse shout from above her. She realized that he had been waiting until he could take her with him. She collapsed back into the sheets and was too exhausted to protest when an arm came around her and flipped her to her sweaty belly.

  A pillow was tucked under her hips for comfort and a second hard member plunged into her wet cunt. She groaned as he worked inside her, the previous seed left within her slicking her passage so that he slid home easily. He set a slow pace, rocking forward, then retreating with knowledgeable precision. Every thrust sent the head of his cock past that sensitive area at the front of her vaginal wall. She whimpered and her hips began to rise to meet him. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she started when male fingers unclenched them and tangled with them. A mouth found hers and kissed her deeply, in seconds she found her breasts pillowed on a chest that had slid under her at an angle. The male body beneath hers gave her an outlet for the need for contact that the shaft sliding within her ignited.

  Her hands and lips were ravenous. She stroked every inch of skin she could reach and tangled her tongue with the mouth beneath her. His lips ate at hers and one of his hands fisted in the midnight blue of her hair.

  The tension within her rose to a pounding need that eclipsed her previous experiences. She felt that she would be on this precipice forever, when she felt a sensation she was not expecting.

  As his cock drove into her from the rear, one of her lovers’ fingers had made its way to her anus. Using her own ample juices to lubricate it, it rubbed delicately at the little rosebud, then began to ease its way inside. She squirmed against the pressure, forcing it deeper. A second finger joined the first, and she was going to object when her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.

  She moaned, long and low, shuddering in the arms of her lovers. The man under her stroked her hair and kissed away the tears that had begun to seep out from the edge of the blindfold.

  The male behind her began to drive faster, riding her hard, seeking his own release. A few moments later, he groaned his release and she felt his seed spurt into her in time to the jerking motions of his hips.

  She relaxed against the chest beneath her and raised one shaking hand to the blindfold on her eyes. She w
as wrong—the body beneath hers was Boral. Orlyn may have laughed earlier, but he had not been the one inside her at the time. This was confusing.

  She turned to look behind her and saw Orlyn, sweat dripping from his brow, resting his head on her back. He withdrew slowly and pulled his fingers from her ass just as slowly. She winced.

  “So how did you like his fingers in your ass?” Boral asked from beneath her.

  She gave the matter serious thought. “It was…different. Not bad, just different. Do I have to think right now?” She broke off on a yawn.

  “No, sweeting, you don’t. Rest, we will be here when you wake.” Orlyn lay beside them, then took her into his arms and cuddled her against him. Boral flanked her from the other side, one of his hands on her breast. She shivered at the cool air in the room drying the sweat from her body and suddenly a coverlet appeared over her.

  This fey magic thing could be handy, if only she learned how to use it. Ah well, she closed her eyes, cuddled with her companions and slept.

  Chapter Seven

  Waking, as the early dawn light was sliding through the window, Esmy rose on one elbow and turned to look in the mirror. Her own face looked back at her. She smiled. Her reflection was completely her, marks of the night’s passion stamped in a map on her pale flesh. As she watched, a hand came up to caress her breast, delicately trailing over her nipple, then scoring lightly with its nails. Another hand trailed behind the first, gently rubbing the marks that had been left during the last encounter.

  “Why didn’t you wake us?” Boral’s sleepy voice sounded from behind her as Orlyn’s hands continued their exploration.

  She turned to kiss him deeply, “There was something I had to see, first.” Her tongue delved deeply into his mouth as Orlyn began to taste the flesh he had so recently reacquainted himself with.

  Tangled together as they were, soon she lost track of whose hands were doing what. Her own hands roved over smooth, muscled arms, chests, backs, buttocks in a dizzying feast of the senses. As one male body thrust into her moist channel, the other began to ease into her rear passage carefully. It felt hard and slick and she realized that it had been lubricated for this purpose. She struggled against the pressure on her ass for a moment, then began to relax as devilish fingers began to circle her clit. She cried out and rocked gently against them both.