Blooming Love

by Berengaria Brown

  Beverley obediently arranged herself as instructed, glad Inigo had his eyes closed and seemed to be trying to recover from his own orgasm.

  Hyacinthe began to tease and torment Beverley’s cunt, touching the pussy lips lightly then flicking a fingernail over her clit, before shaving a few tiny hairs around her anus. Bev couldn’t unlock her gaze from Cinthe touching her, teasing her, playing with her lips, her clit, and gently inserting a finger into her anus and twirling it around.

  Hyacinthe tormented Bev, shaving a few little hairs here and there, but mostly arousing Beverley more and more, trailing the handle of the razor over Bev’s most sensitive skin, touching her inner thighs, tickling the joint between her leg and her body with her hair. Finally, Cinthe put down the razor and licked Bev’s slit from front to back before thrusting her tongue into Bev’s channel.

  “Oh, fuck,” whispered Beverley, icy-hot chills running through her body. The coil of need that had been building in her belly since Cinthe first started to touch her suddenly raged out of control, consuming her with the desperate need to come.

  Hyacinthe put her mouth on Beverley’s clit, sucking it then flicking her tongue over it. All the while her fingers teased, one hand on Bev’s channel and pussy lips, the other on her anus, sliding in out of that tight little pucker.

  Beverley leaned back on her elbows, moaning in appreciation at Hyacinthe’s talented techniques as she bit lightly along Bev’s labia then nipped her clit. Her hips jerked up in response, exactly as Inigo’s had done then, again, just as he had done, her hands reached for Hyacinthe’s head of their own volition, clasping that silky softness, pressing her pussy up to Hyacinthe’s knowledgeable mouth.

  Cinthe sucked Bev’s clit, pulling on it, elongating it as she pushed three fingers deep into Beverley’s channel. The fingers curved up, scraped her sweet spot and Beverley shattered into a million pieces as the orgasm that had been so close exploded over her.

  Beverley let go of Hyacinthe’s head and she lifted her sparkling blue gaze to Bev. She pressed a tender kiss to Bev’s forehead then collected her equipment and took it through to the bathroom.

  Then she was back and the three of them climbed under the bedcovers.

  “I really enjoyed that. I’ve wanted to play with you both for so long,” said Hyacinthe.

  “I enjoyed it, too. I’d never even thought about being shaved, but you did it so very well. You’ll have to give me a minute to recover before I can return the favor,” replied Inigo.

  Beverley nodded. She was quite surprised to realize that once she’d gotten over her pity party at having to get undressed, she’d forgotten all about her body shape and enjoyed the genital shaving, too.

  Chapter Three

  The three snuggled together for a long time, talking idly, and Inigo told them about the missing plants, warning them he’d been told to say nothing, but wanting them both to keep an eye out and tell him later if they saw anything unusual.

  “Thank you for trusting me with the information, Inigo. I won’t betray your confidence,” said Beverley.

  “I think you were right to tell us. Three sets of eyes are better than just one,” added Hyacinthe.

  “I can’t think who would do this or why. It has to be someone working for a nursery though. Maybe stealing to order for a customer or something,” said Inigo.

  “That sounds logical. Likely a specialty nursery. It sure is weird,” said Beverley.

  “There’s one person here who hasn’t had an orgasm yet. Shouldn’t we be working on that?” asked Inigo, running his hand up and over Hyacinthe’s ribs to gently cup a breast. His hand was large, the skin a little roughened from his work and it felt very, very good on her sensitive flesh. It’d feel even better if he pinched her nipple, but she had plans for what happened next.

  “Hmm. I was thinking double penetration. You in my cunt, Inigo, and Beverley in my ass with the strap-on.”

  “Oh, that sounds like an awesome plan.” Inigo sat up and riffled through the drawer, handing Beverley the strap-on dildo and a tube of lube and fishing out an electric-blue, textured condom for himself.

  He rolled the condom over his cock, which had already grown to an impressive size, then lay down again and tugged Hyacinthe over his body. At first she teased him by sitting poised over his cock, allowing only the head inside her, but soon the need to be taken overcame her and she slid down his thick shaft, loving the way he stretched and filled her.

  As soon as he was fully seated inside her, he held her flat against his body, his hard chest against her soft breasts, so Beverley could lube Hyacinthe’s ass.

  Hyacinthe waggled it happily. Oh, she was going to have fun. This would be awesome, the two of them in her together. This was exactly what her fairy blood had been demanding, and she was excited that Beverley and Inigo had come together so well. She could hardly believe how easily they’d blended their actions and tastes, uniting into as threesome so painlessly. They’d liked the same movies, they’d eaten the other’s food with appreciation and contentment. The signs were incredibly hopeful for them to become a true triad. Her life was so good right now. Her dearest wish was about to come true.

  Beverley smoothed the cool gel into her ass, making every little nerve ending sit up and beg for more. Meanwhile Inigo was kissing her and playing with her breasts. The man could certainly kiss. His lips were soft but firm. His actions possessive but charming. He was dominating, but didn’t take away her personhood. All in all, his kisses were like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.

  Hyacinthe rolled her hips, dragging Beverley’s fingers around her rear passage and Inigo’s cock around the walls of her channel. Oh that feels so good.

  She went to move again, but Inigo grabbed her hips and held her still. “Nuh-huh, honey. Let Beverley get you nice and ready so we can get this show on the road.”

  “I’m ready, I’m ready. Come on in, Bev.”

  “Yes, your channel is soft and stretched now so I think we can change it up here,” replied Beverley.

  The dildo pressed against the tight rim of muscles and slid into her ass just the tiniest bit before Beverley paused. But Hyacinthe didn’t want to wait. She wanted, needed to be fucked right now. Determinedly she pushed back on the dildo, taking it deep into her hot back entry, reveling in the feeling of extreme fullness, of being stretched just to the edge of pain.

  “Shit! Cinthe, be careful,” warned Beverley.

  “Well, quit stuffing around and fuck me. Both of you,” demanded Hyacinthe.

  “Shall we oblige the lady, Bev, or should we make her wait a little longer?” asked Inigo with a laugh.

  “It’s time, let’s do it,” replied Beverley, working her hips so the strap-on slid back out, stopping when just the head remained inside.

  Inigo waited for a heartbeat then he began to withdraw and Beverley slowly pushed back inside.

  “Oh yes,” breathed Hyacinthe, trying to move her hips more, but both Inigo and Beverley were holding her, controlling her movements, and she had to be content with squeezing her internal muscles instead. The feel of his naked, hair-free skin on hers was ramping up the sexual tension very nicely.

  For long minutes Inigo and Beverley worked in tandem, one pressing in as the other withdrew, then reversing the actions, gradually, very, very gradually pushing a little harder, thrusting a little faster. The rhythm picked up pace until Inigo and Beverley were jack-hammering into Hyacinthe together, synchronized with each other.

  Emotions overloaded Hyacinthe’s senses. Every nerve ending from the roots of the hair on her head right down to her toes was sparking and crackling with erotic tension. Her body was slick with sweat even though neither of the others would let her do anything and the mother of all orgasms built deep in her core. I’m so hot, so tense so—

  “Yes!” Hyacinthe screamed, the orgasm bursting from her hands, her arms, her legs, her feet. Her nipples pulsed, her breasts ached, her pussy and ass clenched hard on the two cocks, and lights danced behind her eyelids w
ith the force of the climax roaring through her in every direction. Even her shoulder blades itched and pulsed, as if— Oh shit!

  When Cinthe was a child, and again when she reached puberty, her mom had wondered if her daughter would develop wings, but none had ever appeared. Well, it seemed as if sex with a man and a woman was going to bring them out. Only problem was, neither of her partners knew she was one quarter fairy and the discovery was likely to smash the relationship she’d been so carefully building.

  Inigo’s cock leaped and pulsed in her cunt as he joined her in orgasm, the heat of his seed warming her through the textured latex, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her again and again.

  Behind her, Beverley’s pelvis was wedged tight against Hyacinthe’s ass, grinding into her, and Beverley’s breasts were pressed hard into Cinthe’s back, the nipples little pebbles scraping along her shoulder blades, shoulder blades that tingled, burned, and felt as if they were splitting.

  Beverley shuddered against her, hot cream coating and warming her ass. At that moment, Hyacinthe’s wings burst from her skin and stretched out.

  Beverley pushed off her back and screamed. Inigo’s jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out.

  Frantically, Hyacinthe tried to fold her wings, hoping her partners would think they’d imagined seeing things in the extremity of the moment. But no such luck. Her wings grew and spread until they were as wide as the bed. And they were a sparkly, pink-blue-mauve. The color of hyacinths.

  Inigo cleared his throat. “Either there were magic mushrooms among those vegetables at lunchtime or else there’s something going on here you haven’t told me about.”

  “No magic mushrooms. But sure as hell something I didn’t know,” said Beverley, gently running a fingertip along the bottom of a wing.

  “That feels really sexy. But … um … yeah. I didn’t know… I never expected. That is—”

  “Spit it out, Hyacinthe. You’re either a mighty fine magician or I’m seeing something here I don’t believe.”

  Beverley moved out from behind Hyacinthe. She undid the strap-on, picked up her clothes and in a tight little voice said, “I need a cold shower.”

  As Beverley left the room, Inigo gently lifted Cinthe off him. “Explanations, Hyacinthe. We aren’t in Hollywood and I don’t believe what I’m seeing here.”

  “I’d rather wait until Bev comes back so I don’t need to say it twice.”

  “I reckon you’ll need to say it a lot more than twice. And I don’t think Beverley will be ready to listen for a while yet. Talk, Hyacinthe.”

  Hyacinthe was a mass of conflicting emotions. Joy at the wonderful three-way sex, that Inigo and Beverley seemed to be able to work together and become a threesome with her. Delight that she’d finally sprouted wings, her childhood dream. And despair that they’d appeared right when it looked as if they’d destroy her new relationship.

  “My mother’s mother was a fairy. That’s why I have such an affinity for plants. I understand them. I can sense what they want and need to grow. I also can sense people’s feelings. Oh, I can’t read minds or anything like that, but I can pick up on emotions and it’s why I understand people too, as well as plants.”

  “A fairy, huh? Hence the wings. Keep talking.”

  “Only one quarter fairy, Three quarters human. When I was little my mother always hoped I’d sprout wings. She looked for them regularly when I was a child, continually checking as I grew and developed, but nothing happened. Then she thought maybe they’d grow when I hit puberty, but again, nothing. She resigned herself to the idea that one quarter wasn’t enough for me to have wings, that I’d never know the joy of flying.”

  Hyacinthe looked at Inigo’s cynical expression, despair hovering over her like a big, black cloud. She felt like crying but kept talking, hoping to convince him of the truth of what she was saying.

  “For years I’ve known I couldn’t be in a one-partner relationship. Neither a man nor a woman could satisfy me for long. It was only after I met you and Beverley, when I understood I loved you both equally, that I wondered if we could be a triad. Then I would be satisfied emotionally and sexually. I was so happy when you both seemed able to agree. I thought my life was going to be complete at last. Now when my childhood dream of having wings and being able to fly has come true, is it going to mean I’ll lose you both?”

  Hyacinthe covered her face as harsh sobs racked her, forcing their way out of her tight throat, past her clenched teeth. Her body shook with sobs, but the normally thoughtful and considerate Inigo didn’t pull her into his arms.

  “My mother! My mother has wings, too. Let me take you to see her, to meet her. Let her tell you my story is true.”

  Hyacinthe lifted her hands from her face to see Beverley standing in the doorway, her face red and blotchy. Beverley said coldly, “And when will this happen? Right after you get some special effects dude to fix her up with the wings?”

  “Now. This very moment. We’ll go immediately and you’ll know I haven’t contacted her in advance.”

  “You could have had this planned for today.”

  “But I didn’t. I love you both so much. I want to be with you both. Not even for wings would I jeopardize that.”

  “I think we should go with her. Listen to what her mom says,” Inigo said to Beverley.

  “All right. Let’s face it, the day’s ruined anyway,” agreed Beverley.

  ****

  The three rode together in Inigo’s truck, a morose silence surrounding them. No one spoke except when Hyacinthe told Inigo which street to turn down. Beverley had insisted on sitting in back by herself instead of joining them in front. Hyacinthe was struggling not to cry, her chest a tight ball of misery on what should have been the happiest day of her life. All she could think of was that she was on the brink of losing both Inigo and Beverley. Bev’s self-esteem was so fragile she was likely to be hurt beyond redemption by the assumption that the woman she loved was lying to her, or worse, playing her for a fool. And even gentle, loving Inigo was cold and distant.

  For the first time in her life, Hyacinthe wished she believed in the Earth Goddess, or Allah, or God, or someone, anyone she could pray to who might restore the relationship between the three of them. Someone who would make Inigo and Beverley understand she was telling the truth and had been just as surprised as they were when her wings had sprouted. How was she supposed to know double penetration sex would make them grow? Her mom had definitely not mentioned that when she’d told Cinthe about sex!

  Melusine lived in a small bungalow on the outskirts of town. She was just a few minutes’ walk from a huge lake and park and her little house was surrounded by willow trees. The three stood on her stoop as Inigo knocked. Only seconds passed before light footsteps approached the door and it was opened wide.

  “Cinthe, darling! And you two must be Beverley and Inigo! I’ve heard so much about you both, it’s so wonderful to meet you at last. Come in, come in. Was I expecting you today, darling? There wasn’t a pop-up reminder on my electronic calendar. Oh well, I’ve just baked a loaf of honey-oatmeal bread. We’ll all have that with some tea.”

  Melusine ushered them all into the hallway as she spoke. Hyacinthe couldn’t have gotten a word in between her mother’s chatter anyway, but her throat had totally closed up with misery and it was all she could do not to burst into tears.

  Melusine led them through the house to the kitchen, promising to put water on to heat for tea, while Hyacinthe, Beverley, and Inigo followed after her.

  Cinthe couldn’t help but notice how the three of them stood in the kitchen, none of them touching each other or even looking at each other. So different from that morning sitting on the couch, laughing at the movies. It seemed like a million years ago, yet it was only a few hours. Her life had gone from heaven to hell in half a day.

  Hyacinthe pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her shoulders were itching with the need to release her wings. Traveling in the truck had been painful
as she hadn’t been able to lean back against the seat. Standing in her pink lace underwear, she turned her back on her mom and flexed her shoulders. Instantly her wings sprouted, stretching quickly to their full size, sparkling in the prettiest rainbow of pinks and blues and lilacs.

  “Oh, Cinthe, at last! That’s so wonderful! I’m so pleased for you!” Her mom ran across the room and hugged Hyacinthe. They were the same height, their faces level with each other and identical blue eyes gazed into hers. “But you aren’t happy. Something has gone wrong.”

  “They think it’s a movie stunt or a magic trick. They don’t believe I’m part fairy.” Hyacinthe threw herself into her mother’s arms and the tears she’d been struggling to control broke out with harsh sobs.

  Melusine looked from Inigo to Beverley. Both of them were standing poker-faced, Beverley also looking like she was about to cry, Inigo with his face closed but his eyes tragic.

  “She hadn’t told you, had she?”

  Beverley remained unmoving.

  Inigo replied in a husky, tone. “No.”

  Melusine patted Hyacinthe then went to turn off the boiling water. She handed the warm, honey-oatmeal bread to Inigo, plates, cups and cutlery to Beverley, got cream and butter out of the refrigerator, and then waved at the table. “Sit down, everyone. I’ve always found confessions go better with food.”

  Melusine turned her back to them all, pulled her shirt over her head so it covered her breasts but bared her back, then spread her own wings. They were a glowing green with a swirly pattern of amber through them. Melusine flapped them a few times, folded them then pulled her shirt back on.

  “No one is to say anything until you’ve all had a cup of tea and a slice of bread. Then Beverley and Inigo may ask me any questions they wish,” she ordered, passing the plates around.

  Hyacinthe knew she’d never be able to eat, but obediently took a slice of bread and sipped her tea. For some strange reason just sitting around her mother’s kitchen table with the three people she loved the most in the whole world helped soothe her. Her life was still in a total mess, but now she felt there might be some hope to sort things out, that a pathway might appear to straighten out the mistrust and despair.