The Beast's Beloved

by Amber Burns

  Again, they moved in complete silence, but they were the farthest thing from calm. Vylkur jumped at every shadow, and Dorlyn felt utterly conflicted as the sounds of battle reached his ears. On the one hand, he was relieved that their would-be attackers had happened upon his kin, for he and his loves were in no state whatsoever to face whatever onslaught they had in store. On the other hand, he felt the deep-seeded need to answer the call to arms and aid his brethren in the fight against their dark invaders despite the fact that he no longer held any loyalties to them. His loyalties lay squarely with Vylkur and Liandrya, and it was that truth that pushed aside any lingering feelings of guilt he felt for having brought the fight into his former home.

  All that mattered in that moment was getting his loves to safety.

  10

  When they reached the cave at last, Vylkur went in first to ensure its safety, and when he was satisfied, he motioned for Dorlyn to enter with Liandrya. “Put her down so I can heal her,” he entreated while rubbing his hands together and glancing towards the natural hot spring. The memories it evoked caused a shiver to race through Vylkur as he slowly sank to his knees and cradled Liandrya gently in his arms once Dorlyn had carefully handed her over.

  “I will build a fire,” Dorlyn murmured.

  Liandrya rested limply against Vylkur as he ripped the soaked bandages from her body. Her breathing was slow, and her eyelids were heavy as her head lolled to the side.

  “Stay with me, darling,” Vylkur entreated earnestly as he placed his hand over the wound once again. “Stay with us.” He lovingly brushed a kiss to Liandrya’s clammy forehead while filling his love with the healing energy needed to purge Liandrya’s body of infection while knitting back together muscle, tissue, and flesh. “We’re not ready to let you go.”

  “We never will be,” Dorlyn uttered fervently as he worked to build a small fire.

  “We always knew that one day I would leave the both of you,” Liandrya whispered before her eyes slowly fluttered open. She silently held Vylkur’s gaze for a few moments, before smiling warmly. “But that day is not today,” she added while reaching up with a hand and lovingly cupping it against Vylkur’s cheek.

  Vylkur smiled and kissed Liandrya fervently before resting his forehead against hers as he finished healing her. When the wound had been completely healed, Vylkur’s hand lingered, and his thumb lightly brushed over where the gaping wound had once been. “Don’t ever do that again, do you understand? The next time you’re hurt that badly, you tell me. Understood?”

  “Yes,” Liandrya answered softly with a small nod.

  “Good,” Vylkur said before brushing a kiss to Liandrya’s forehead and then slowly drawing away. He turned towards Dorlyn who had just sat back on his heels after building a small fire. “Your turn,” he said to his lifemate. “Come here and show me your leg.”

  Dorlyn shook his head. “Wards first,” he said while motioning to the mouth of the cave. “Ensure our safety before you worry about me.”

  “Are you sure?” Vylkur asked.

  Dorlyn nodded. “I am nowhere near in as bad condition as our darling was,” he assured before gingerly shifting into a seated position, so his injured leg was stretched out. “Go do what you must, my love. I’ll be right here.”

  Nodding, Vylkur rose to his feet and then moved to the mouth of the cave to work. As the mage’s fingers performed intricate dances in the air during the creation of each ward, Dorlyn held a hand out to Liandrya who immediately crawled over to him and nestled into him as the fire crackled. Wrapping an arm around her, Dorlyn kissed the top of the half-elf’s head before claiming her lips in a slow, searching kiss when Liandrya tilted her face up to his.

  “Undress and then get into the hot spring,” Dorlyn instructed Liandrya gently once their lips parted. “The water will help with any soreness you might feel.” He sighed. “Who knows when we will next have the chance to rest like this? We had best take advantage of it while we can.”

  “I know I’m not the only one among us who is bone-weary from our journey and all of its ordeals,” Liandrya remarked while sitting back on her heels and beginning to undress. “Will the two of you be joining me?”

  Dorlyn nodded. “Once Vylkur has seen to my leg, we will join you,” he assured as he watched his woman’s flesh become increasingly exposed. Weary as the wood elf was, arousal still stirred within him.

  “Good,” Liandrya said simply while the barest of smiles played over her lips. Standing once she had shed the last bit of her clothing, she turned and padded towards the hot spring, and made certain to put a little extra wiggle into her hips for Dorlyn’s benefit.

  No longer suffering from her wound, Liandrya felt revitalized despite the general weariness of her body, and she ached to reaffirm her bonds with her loves after their mounting brushed with death. She had seen the desire in Dorlyn’s soulful eyes, and it was with a coy glance over her shoulder as she slowly slipped into the pool that Liandrya wordlessly told him that she was as willing as he.

  “Oh,” Liandrya moaned as the hot water enveloped her. “Oh, that’s delightful.”

  Dorlyn smiled and watched Liandrya through half-lidded eyes. “Yes...Vylkur reacted similarly,” he said fondly while turning his gaze towards the dark elf who had turned and strode back towards him upon finishing with his wards.

  Vylkur smiled and placed his hand upon Dorlyn’s wounded thigh. “It was, indeed,” he murmured before languidly kissing his mate while channeling healing energy into his leg.

  The fact that they had returned upon the anniversary of their first night together to the very cave which had borne witness to the life-changing evening was not lost on Vylkur; rather, it stirred up feelings of arousal that would not be denied. Deepening the kiss as it became increasingly hungrier, Vylkur used his free hand to begin unfastening Dorlyn’s clothing as his beloved reciprocated in kind. Within moments of healing his injured love, Vylkur and Dorlyn had stripped each other completely and now clung to each other while kissing each other with growing fervor.

  In the pool, Liandrya slowly licked her lips before biting her bottom one as she watched her two men. Her own arousal began mounting, and within moments, her right hand had found its way down between her legs. Her free hand gripped the edge of the hot spring as her sensitive nub came under the mutual assault of her fingers and the deliciously-warm water, and Liandrya’s heart skipped a beat when her loves ended their kiss and slowly turned their heated gazes towards her.

  “Don’t think that we’ve forgotten about you, vixen,” Vylkur purred with a smile as he slowly drew away from Dorlyn and stood before helping his love to his feet. “Far from it,” he added while he and his man strode towards the hot spring, hand in hand.

  “I didn’t think you had,” Liandrya purred with a smile before licking her lips as she watched the two very hard and erect manhoods bob with every step of her beloved men. “I know my turn is coming.” Drawing her other hand out of the water, she patted the edge of the pool with both hands. “But first...kneel,” she urged in a whisper while finding a foothold upon a small ledge within the pool. When her beloved mates had done just that, Liandrya wasted no time in reaching up and wrapping her hands around their lengths. She slowly stroked the lengths of their shafts while lavishing attention upon the belled heads in turn with her tongue and mouth.

  Acting as one, Dorlyn and Vylkur each tangled a hand into Liandrya’s wet hair and slowly thrust into her hands. They moaned in pleasure and turned their heads towards the other before kissing hungrily, and their free hands each moved down behind them to begin teasing and stroking their puckered entrances. They shivered in mutual delight, and then Dorlyn’s head fell back with a loud, wordless moan when Liandrya took his entire length into her warm mouth and down her throat.

  “Gods…” Dorlyn groaned before shivering as Vylkur began training nipping kisses down his neck and along his collarbone. “Yes!” he whispered while gently thrusting his hips before his eyes rolled into the back of his head
when Liandrya began humming. “Yes!” His following moan was swallowed by Vylkur’s hungry kiss, and Dorlyn’s tongue eagerly danced with his.

  Dorlyn did not need to look down to know why Liandrya slowly slipped him free of her mouth and resumed stroking him with her hand. Vylkur’s shudder and subsequent, wanton moan confirmed his suspicions. He smiled into the kiss before breaking it in favor of slowly trailing his tongue along his mate’s jawline before nibbling along the shall of his dark, pointed ear. The hitch in Vylkur’s throat made Dorlyn’s heart melt, and within moments, he was kissing him deeply again.

  Vylkur’s euphoric cry of release was swallowed by Dorlyn’s kiss, and he shuddered as he shot stream after stream of his hot seed down Liandrya’s throat as his hand tightened its grip upon her ginger hair to hold her head in place until he had finished. When his lips parted from Dorlyn’s at last, Vylkur glanced down to see Liandrya’s soft, sensual, pink lips wrapped around the base of his manhood as she eagerly swallowed every drop of seed that he gave her. His hand loosened its grip upon her hair and stroked it lovingly now as he smiled breathlessly down at her before glancing to his right to see a few drops of seed escape Dorlyn’s engorged member. Vylkur licked his lips in anticipation, and when Liandrya slipped him out of her mouth, he wasted no time in shifting his position and leaning down so he could take the entirety of Dorlyn’s length into his mouth.

  Dorlyn groaned deeply and smiled in growing bliss as he gazed down at Vylkur and tangled a hand into his snowy locks. No matter how many more centuries went by, Dorlyn would always love the feel of his beloved’s tongue and teeth working in tandem as his warm mouth enveloped his manhood. He then leaned down and claimed Liandrya’s soft lips in a hungry kiss, and moaned with a shudder of delight as he tasted Vylkur’s seed on her tongue. When he felt one of Liandrya’s deft hands cup and gently squeeze his tightening sac, Dorlyn could hold back no longer, and he emptied himself into Vylkur’s willing mouth with a euphoric moan that was muffled by Liandrya’s passionate kiss.

  Vylkur moaned in delight as stream after stream of his beloved’s hot seed shot down his throat, and when the kiss between Liandrya and Dorlyn ended, he let the softening length slip from his mouth so he could then capture Liandrya’s lips in a deep kiss so he could share Dorlyn’s flavor with her. He moaned and smiled into the kiss while tangling a hand into Liandrya’s hair, and then shivered as Dorlyn began nuzzling and kissing along his shoulder. When Vylkur’s lips parted from Liandrya’s, they eagerly sought out Dorlyn’s even as they both began easing their way down into the hot water.

  The kiss ended once both elves had joined their woman in the hot spring, and they sighed in utter contentment as the water began going to work on their tired and aching muscles. Without uttering a word, the three of them simply began washing one another. Their hands sought out the hard to reach places on their bodies and cleaned them in between gentle massages to areas of particular tension.

  Once they had finished, and they were all three completely relaxed, Dorlyn wrapped his arms around Liandrya from behind and nuzzled into her hair while Vylkur began slowly nuzzling along the delicate line of her jaw. Both elves smiled as their beloved shivered and gasped softly, and Vylkur’s hands slid down and around to cup Liandrya’s pert backside while Dorlyn’s hands moved up to cup her soft, round breasts. Dorlyn teased and gently pinched Liandrya’s nipples into hard peaks while nibbling slowly along the shell of her pointed ear. Vylkur nuzzled and nibbled Liandrya’s racing pulse while lazily rocking his hips against her as his length slowly began hardening once more.

  “This cave is more than our shelter for the night, Liandrya,” Dorlyn whispered into his love’s ear as he too began rocking his hips slowly against her. “It is very special to Vylkur and me.”

  Vylkur nodded while slowly tracing the tip of his tongue over Liandrya’s collarbone. “It’s true,” he murmured. “For it was in this very cave that Dorlyn and I became Dorlyn and I.” He leaned down and brushed his tongue over Liandrya’s left nipple as it was being pinched by Dorlyn. He then began trailing featherlight kisses up Liandrya’s throat as she trembled with want between him and Dorlyn. “If you ever had any doubts about how much you mean to the both of us, let the fact that we brought you here, to the place that changed our lives forever, put those doubts to rest.”

  “Never doubt that you are every bit as important to us, as either Vylkur and I are to each other,” Dorlyn whispered before gently turning and tilting Liandrya’s face up to his so he could kiss her deeply. “We love you, Liandrya,” he whispered against her lips. He was fully erect now, and his pulsing manhood was nestled between Liandrya’s buttocks. His eyes fluttered closed, and he groaned as Vylkur’s massaging and squeezing of the half-elf’s bottom caused delicious friction against his member

  “You are part of us,” Vylkur murmured before gently turning Liandrya’s face towards his and kissing her fervently. He too was fully erect once more, and his length brushed against Liandrya’s inner thigh. “You complete us in a way that we never knew we needed until you entered our lives.” He moved one hand and hooked it at the back of Liandrya’s right leg so he could lift it to wrap around his waist. “You know this, yes?” he whispered as the head of his manhood brushed against Liandrya’s wanting entrance.

  Despite the primal lust that clawed at her as well as the driving, raw need to be claimed by her two mates, Liandrya’s very soul was filled with the deep, ineffable love the three of them shared. Never, until she had spent her first night with Dorlyn and Vylkur, had Liandrya ever felt that she was exactly where she needed to be...that she was exactly where she belonged. For all the love her adoptive parents had given her, Liandrya had always felt like an outsider among her clan; unfortunately, she had also felt like an outsider among mortals. But with Vylkur and Dorlyn...she was home.

  “Yes,” Liandrya whispered with a smile as a lone tear rolled down her cheek. “I know it.” She tightened her leg around Vylkur and felt Dorlyn press firmly against her back. “I am part of the two of you, just as the both of you are part of me.”

  Vylkur smiled and nodded in approval. “Good,” he murmured before pushing up into Liandrya. He groaned wordlessly and rested his forehead against his lover’s and gazed deeply into her eyes as her inner walls gripped him so deliciously. “Mine,” he growled.

  “Yours,” Liandrya affirmed breathlessly with a smile and a nod while sliding her arms around Vylkur’s neck.

  Moments later, Liandrya’s eyes widened in surprise when from behind, she felt Dorlyn’s manhood slowly sliding up into her sheath as well and joining Vylkur’s. Both of her loves held her steady as her molten passage was filled and stretched more than it ever had before been, and they took turns murmuring loving words into her ears even as their breaths came in shallow gasps.

  When Dorlyn was finally encased completely within Liandrya, his arms tightened around her as he rested his head against hers. “Mine,” he whispered into her ear. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt Liandrya’s inner walls quiver, and a tremor raced through him.

  Vylkur’s gaze locked with Dorlyn’s. “Ours,” he panted.

  “Yes,” Dorlyn whispered. “Always.”

  “Gods!” Liandrya whimpered as her eyes welled with tears. The initial discomfort had passed. Now, all she felt was complete and utter euphoria from being so filled and claimed by the two men for whom her heart beat. Each, throbbing length pulsed within her while stroking her in ways she had never before experienced, and despite the new physical demands being made upon her body, she never felt safer or more loved than she did in that moment. “Sweet Anfarwol!”

  “Is it too much?” Dorlyn asked softly.

  “No,” Liandrya whispered while shaking her head and then turning it so she could brush her lips against Dorlyn’s. “I was made for the both of you,” she murmured with a smile before turning her head again so she could kiss Vylkur. “Everything I am belongs to you both.”

  “And we belong to you,” Dorlyn murmured as he gent
ly began thrusting. He groaned wordlessly as his aching length came under the delicious sensations of Vylkur’s manhood and Liandrya’s inner walls stroking him.

  Vylkur kissed Liandrya again, hard, as he too began thrusting slowly within her. He reveled in her warmth, and the way it gripped him, while he also relished the feel of Dorlyn’s manhood stroking him as they lovingly claimed their woman in tandem. “Always,” he whispered against Liandrya’s lips before turning his head and welcoming the kiss Dorlyn pressed to his lips. “Gods, I love you both!” he whimpered while burying his face in the crook of Liandrya’s neck.

  “I was born to love you and be loved by you,” Liandrya mewled breathlessly as she clung to both Vylkur and Dorlyn and shuddered as a small but nevertheless intense orgasm quaked through her as a precursor of what was to come. Already, she could feel her climax rapidly building within her on the tail of her first as her two loves brought her to new heights of ecstasy. “Gods! Oh...oh, Dorlyn...Vylkur!” She teetered on the edge.

  “You are the loves of my life,” Dorlyn panted while burying his face into Liandrya’s hair. “Even if I outlive the both of you, I will never love again!”