by Jade Waltz
“Oh, Stars, he was right,” Chryso hissed.
Chryso gave a second push, popping his head inside. I twitched from the sudden change of pressure as Maw hissed beneath me.
Slowly, Chryso thrust deep, going all the way in and out. He used his grip on my thighs to control my thrusts on Maw’s cock. Never in my dreams would I have dreamed of being fucked by these two gorgeous males at once. Both of their long, ribbed cocks felt so good. Chryso making sure Maw hit all the right places inside my pussy, making me moan and groan wildly as his long cock worked his way into my ass.
Chryso’s slow pace was driving me insane. I needed to climax. I needed more of both of their cocks inside me.
Suddenly, Chryso gave a sharp thrust, his dick completely filling me and stilled.
“Emerald, be prepared to see stars,” he growled. He was gripping my thighs hard as he pulled me back before pressing me back onto Maw’s cock. Our shared moans and groans filled the room, and the pace of the see-saw-ing sped up.
“Vesuv,” Chryso called. “Let’s make this a triad effort. Our Sylex needs to climax, and you have a free hand to help us out.”
A few moments later, I felt Vesuv’s hand press against my stomach and lightly drag all the way down to my clit. As soon as his fingers touched it and started to draw circles, I lost it.
“Vesuv, give her clit your venom. Make her clamp down our rods and come,” Maw ordered.
I screamed as I trapped both of their cocks, refusing to let them move. Vesuv pinched my clit, sending the familiar fire through my veins as my body shuddered violently on top of Maw. Maw wrapped his arms around me, trying to hold me in place to no avail, my own movements making him fall apart beneath me.
Maw emptied himself with a moan as I milked his shaft. A few jerks later, Chryso stilled, his essence filling my nether hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the intense pleasure. We groaned as Vesuv continued to assault my clit.
A sense of bonelessness and the aftereffects from the attentions my triad finally got to me.
Good things really did come in threes—for those who wait.
It was New Year’s Day. The first day of the new year and everyone in Silver Springs was asleep.
Everyone but my triad and me.
After spending a week as Silver Springs’ “Green Triad’s Sylex,” I was able to convince both my triad and Saire, the owner of Cosmic Gems, to do me a favor. I asked them to craft twelve white china coffee cups, each embedded with a different precious gem. Saire would only agree to do such a thing if they used gems low in quality that would make poor stones socketed in jewelry.
My triad refused to allow me to accept anything from the café workers—but after much arguing, they agreed they should give them a thank you gift for connecting us together.
The catch?
They wanted to embed their own recording devices and miniature teletrodes within the coffee cups’ picture in the logo. Their reasoning? They wanted to keep track of who the café was giving the pumpkin spice lattes to and if they would try to create more spelled drinks—or pastries. They were still interested in supplying the cafe with gourmet tea as long as I made the deliveries. Chryso hoped to open his own tea brewing company someday.
The four of us teleported into Cosmic Gems' basement and nodded to Saire and his staff as we made our way outside. Now that I knew supes existed, the town’s ward didn’t work on me, and I was able to see just how dead the streets were.
Who knew that Silver Springs was such a party town?
One by one, we placed the three white boxes next to the café’s front door and returned to Cosmic Gems. The three of us watched as Maw placed a note on top of the stack before sending us a smile.
He banged on the door five times and tapped his wristband. In an instant, he teleported to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Now, let’s see their response.”
It took a while for them to open the door, but when someone did, it was a blonde-haired woman in holiday pajamas. She looked at the boxes, confused before shutting the door. A few seconds later, Chase opened the door and slowly bent down to grab the note. He read it and looked down the empty streets, confused.
He grabbed the top box and opened it. His hands began to shake as he yelled something. The woman ran outside and peered inside the box. She grabbed one of the cups and started jumping up and down, screaming uncontrollably.
Two other males joined them outside and opened the remaining boxes in shock.
The four took their celebration inside and shut the door… without knowing what we really gave them.
“Maw?”
“Yes, Emerald?”
“What was in your note?”
“We will always be watching…”
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Onyx by Melissa Adams
Onyx makes a wish in the Silver Springs magic spring: she wants more love in her life.
Stone Hill High this year will offer a modern rendition of a timeless classic: A Christmas Carol.
She is cast for the main role of a female Scrooge.
Title of the play: Her Bah Humbug, which is very fitting since our Onyx despises Christmas with all her heart.
What happens when three sexy high school senio... ehm ghosts will try to show her the error of her ways?
Will the magic pumpkin spice latte drank by the three hotties set to co-star in the high school Christmas play make them fall for her?
Is love caused by the wish at the magic spring?
Did Julian (the Jewels Cafe owner) lend a helping hand?
It certainly seems suspicious that the three hot guys are suddenly all over Onyx when they’ve never really noticed her before.
Come to the play on Christmas Eve and see what happens.
A Christmas Surprise
Onyx
Kakawww!
I groan and cover my head with my pillow, willing to cling to my precious sleep but the wretched bird screams again.
Kakawww!
I stumble out of bed and look outside the window at the black feathered creature perched on the tree right outside.
I named him Fred, since the asshole has been waking me up bright and early every morning since spring sprung.
“Labor Day weekend has just gone, will you migrate already or hibernate or whatever birds do in the winter? I’d really like to sleep past six am.”
He looks at me with his little, shiny beady eyes and utters another ‘kakawww’.
“One of these days Fred, I’ll throw one of my shoes at ya.”
I don’t know what kind of bird Fred is: he’s black and roughly the size of a magpie.
Maybe a small crow?
The ping of my phone distracts me from my conversation with Fred and I check the incoming text message.
Joe: Meet me at Jewels Cafe in ten. We need to talk.
I can’t stifle the automatic eye roll at my ex-boyfriend’s message: he already dumped me the day after Prom, so the ‘we need to talk’ doesn’t really have any effect on me, it’s not like he can dump me again, right?
Joe and I are co-captains of the Debate Club at school and we started dating last year after homecoming.
He was my first serious boyfriend and the first and so far only boy I’ve slept with.
He’s smart and witty and popular at school but as boyfriends go, he was selfish and cheated on me with Brittany, a girl in the Debate Club.
I make my way downstairs completely lost
in my thoughts and I almost don’t see my parents as I walk past the living room.
“Onyx can we talk to you, sweetie?”
“Sure.”
I normally would’ve thrown myself into my dad’s arms but our relationship has been rocky since he and Mom announced that they were getting a divorce last Christmas.
I mean, who in their right mind splits up on Christmas Day?
But things hadn’t been going well for a while in our household and I guess the writing had been on the wall for a few months.
Apparently Dad had an affair with Mom’s boss: the owner of the Silver Springs Gazette.
When she discovered that her boss had been fucking her husband, Mom took a baseball bat to the office and destroyed everything that was breakable in the tabloid premises.
Obviously she was fired from her job and Sophie, her boss, dumped Dad too, saying that she couldn’t deal with his crazy ass wife.
I mean seriously, I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, Mom and I are too similar and we clash more often than not but when I heard the news, I developed a new respect for my mom.
I actually wish I could’ve been there to take a swing at the bitch’s computer screen too.
Since the split, Mom has been writing freelance and waiting tables at the local diner–she was obviously sentenced to repay the thousands of dollars in damages that her little rampage had caused at the gazette–and Dad had moved into a studio apartment at the edge of town.
No amount of groveling convinced Mom to take her cheating husband back and I’ve been resenting both of them for upsetting our seemingly perfect lives.
Money has been a problem since then with a mortgage and a rent that now fall almost solely on Dad, and my parents’ little stunt has totally ruined Christmas for me: Bah fucking humbug!
I can quote lots of different major and minor disasters that occurred on Christmas Day.
From me getting chicken pox one year, to the flu another year, to Dad’s flight getting canceled because of a snowstorm two years ago and causing him to miss Christmas with us.
Coincidentally Dad got stuck in Chicago and bumped into Mom’s boss.
That was the beginning of their affair and the beginning of the end for my parents’ marriage.
So I glare at my parents and fold my arms over my chest in a protective stance: like with Joe’s message before, what else can they do to ruin my life?
And do you know when people say ‘rock bottom’?
The next two events in my morning confirm my belief that there’s no such thing as rock bottom.
Believe me, you can find new lows when you least expect it.
“Onyx, we wanted to talk about Christmas ...”
I resist rolling my eyes at them: here it goes, Christmas strikes again.
“It’s September, can this wait? I was meeting someone before school and—”
So if I was hoping that Dad was here to see me off to the first day of my senior year at Stone Hill High, I was sorely mistaken.
Mom intervenes.
“We wanted to tell you that this year money’s going to be very tight, so the scale we normally do things will be reduced by a lot. We know it isn’t fair on you but—”
I sigh.
“Mom, do you really think that I care about presents? I think it’s safe to say that after last year, I fucking hate Christmas.”
I throw my most accusing glare at them: how could this be any different when last Christmas I woke up to them yelling at each other and to Mom aiming at Dad’s head with every plate, mug, and small appliance she had within reach.
And again I don’t blame her: when she locked up the gazette office for the Christmas break, Mom couldn’t remember if she’d left a window open in the bathroom and after a few break-ins in the area, she went back to check a few hours later, when she couldn’t relax, plagued by the doubt.
That’s when she walked into Dad and her boss.
Dad didn’t come home that night but when he showed up at home on Christmas morning, Mom was waiting for him jacked up on coffee and having had time to plan his welcome home.
So yeah, Christmas lost all its appeal when I saw Mom crying inconsolably on Christmas Eve and I had to witness my parents’ ugly row in the morning.
It was so awful that I couldn’t even bring myself to open any of the presents under the tree, most of them are still sitting in a dark corner of my closet, still wrapped.
My parents don’t seem to take any notice of my attitude and Mom continues:
“The reason why money is gonna be super tight is that I’m pregnant. And the baby is due around Christmas Eve.”
So I sit down, or more accurately my knees give in and I land on the couch, staring at my mom with my mouth wide open.
Where do I even start?
“But you don’t even look pregnant. How are you gonna have a baby in four months?”
Mom is tall and willowy, with long blonde hair and the stunning looks of a runway model.
I inherited my short stature and more generous curves from Dad’s side of the family,
I also got my paternal grandmother’s red hair and green eyes.
Mom sighs.
“Even with you, Onyx, I didn’t start showing until very late in the pregnancy. Plus loose clothes hide a lot.”
She lifts her flowing blue tunic to reveal a tiny baby bump in place of her normally flat stomach.
I take a deep breath, I’m about to hyperventilate and I don’t wanna give Mom the satisfaction.
“Who ... Who’s the father?”
Mom started dating pretty much immediately after the split, to piss Dad off more than anything and there’s been a constant flow of guys picking her up for dates.
“Please tell me it isn’t Dave!”
Yeah, Dave was super obnoxious and sleazy looking.
Dad clears his voice, throwing Mom a sideways glance and comes clean.
“I’m the father, Onyx.”
“How? I thought you guys were over? You know, the whole divorce thing? The whole being unable to be in the same room without yelling at each other and without Mom throwing shit at you, Dad?”
Mom sits down next to me and looks at me guiltily:
“Well, your father and I hooked up last April. Remember when you got dumped at Prom and you called us in tears and Dad spent the night here to support you? Well, we ... And I might have been dating but I haven’t met anyone I like enough to, you know …”
Gross.
Ok, not gross but am I the only one who finds the idea of my parents ‘doing it’ something that I’d rather not think about?
“So, are you two getting back together?”
They answer in unison:
Dad:
“Maybe.”
Mom:
“No!”
Mom clarifies that their ‘one night stand’ was just a slip-up.
“Onyx, I’m not saying that we hate each other. I still love your dad and we’ll always have you and your baby sister to tie us to one another but our marriage is over. The new baby doesn’t change what happened last Christmas.”
“Whatever!”
I seethe and walk away leaving my parents gaping at my back.
I know they probably think that this is about having less presents at Christmas and that I’m being a brat but they don’t understand that I miss them, I miss my family.
I miss snuggling on the couch with them to watch old movies, reading the gazette together on Sunday mornings at the breakfast table.
And having Dad make me toaster strudels for breakfast as a good luck ritual on debate days.
And I’m mad at them for bringing another child into this mess of a broken family because they couldn’t bother with protection.
In the last twelve months, I’ve had to be the responsible adult in this family and how will I explain all this mess to my new sister when one day she’ll inevitably wonder why Mom has the strange habit of throwing things aiming at Dad’s head?
I wasn’
t already looking forward to Christmas but now I seriously dread it.
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