by Willa Okati
“Elizabeth, look at me.” Roan nudged her chin until she turned to meet his eyes again, all but drowning in their otherworldly depths. “He speaks the truth. We’re three parts of a whole that want bringing together.”
Killian undulated against Elizabeth, putting her in mind of a stalking wildcat. “Hear me, Radiance. I want you more than I ever did. More than just wanting, I love. I need. Without you, neither Roan nor I are complete.”
“I barely know him.”
“You can know someone less than a day and still love them. Tell me, Radiance, tell me truly -- do you feel anything for Roan?” Killian guided her head to look at Roan, standing patiently behind them with the knowing smile he had down pat. It was one of the things that annoyed her most about him -- and got her hottest.
But to look at Roan… to imagine the heated suction of his lips around her nipple and his hand cupping her pussy… okay, she felt lust, sure.
“If you will not join with us as a true threesome, you leave an empty space in our hearts as well as our bed, wherever that may happen to be,” Killian insisted, blasting Elizabeth with waves of harsh demanding and raw sexuality. “Answer me, Radiance. Let me hear you speak.”
Roan glided forward to wrap his arm around Elizabeth’s waist. “Killian, hush,” he said quietly. “Starshine -- Elizabeth -- has had a wild ride of a night. Don’t be after pushing her so far so fast.”
Elizabeth turned to meet Roan’s gaze, expecting to find it calm and surprised to find the blue depths stormy. He felt the enchanted love just as deeply as Killian did, only he kept it buried beneath the surface while Killian let fly with all his might. Loving them would be like trying to keep her footing while fucking and being fucked between the dual assaults of an earthquake and a tornado.
“Trust in us, lass. All you need to do is trust.” Killian whispered, trailing his lips over her forehead, cheeks, and even, delicately, her eyelids, while Roan kissed the faint dusting of freckles on her shoulder. Under their touches Elizabeth’s stomach fluttered, her nipples swelled, and her pussy quivered with need. “I can smell the sweet cream soaking your pussy.” Killian pressed his palm against the top of her aching mound. “Ah, Radiance -- so hot, so wet. You’re that hungry for me -- for both of us, I think. Lust is no bad thing, and I’d not say no to any of your passions, but…”
“Oh.” Roan had moved up to nuzzle Elizabeth’s earlobe, threading the tip of his tongue through the small silver hoop she wore and tugging. “I don’t know what to say. Oh, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Roan was licking the skin behind her ear, and without her noticing him moving into place he had cupped her bare breast and begun pinching the plump nipple.
Killian crouched to lay his head down atop Elizabeth’s breasts, the long curls of his hair tickling the areola Roan wasn’t lavishing attention on. “Only the truth, Radiance. Only the truth. It’ll break my heart, it will, to walk away from you now, but if I must I’ll let you enjoy a few more rounds of the game, and we’ll meet again some day to finish this dance.”
Elizabeth found herself reaching up to caress Killian’s head as it cradled against her. Tenderness from the wild Elf on her left, barely tamed passion from the gentle Elf on her right. The changes in them startled her, shaking her already jangled composure until her thoughts snarled in a hopeless tangle.
How could she ever decide?
Impossible.
But maybe… maybe not. Not if she thought with her heart, and not her mind. If she listened to what she felt…
“I can try.” The words flew from her lips, drawn directly from her heart. “I love the road race. The wild side. I don’t know if I want to lose that kind of freedom.”
Roan kissed Elizabeth’s temple. “What do you want, then, Radiance?”
Once again, she spoke from the heart. “I want to be loved.” She swallowed. “I might like playing around, jumping from state to state, but I want a home to go to. Trouble is, ever since Annandale, I don’t know where home is.”
“We’ll gladly give you both.” Roan’s sweet-smelling breath wafted over Elizabeth’s cheekbone. “All you have to do is say yes, Starshine. Let Killian and I have control, and every bit of concern will melt like the morning dew. You’ll be free. Shh, shh, no shaking. Don’t be afraid. And what are these?” Roan touched the tip of his tongue to Elizabeth’s cheek. “Tears. Why do you cry?”
Elizabeth sniffled back a burst of laughter and swatted Roan on the back of his glossy head. “I thought you could read me. I’m happy, stupid. Like a princess in a fairy tale. Probably as dumb as one of those girls --”
Roan chuckled. “Not at all, and trust me when I say you are far from a helpless damsel in distress. Besides, you have won the hearts of two Prince Charmings instead of one.”
“You think?” Elizabeth found herself exchanging her first real smile with Roan. “Thanks.”
Killian, oddly, was silent, his only response being the tightening of his hold around Elizabeth’s waist. Worried, Elizabeth burrowed her chin in the thick mass of Killian’s hair, kissing his scalp and breathing in the fragrant scent of cloves. “Hey,” she prodded gently. “Nothing from you?”
“For a moment I could not trust my own ears, Radiance.” Killian raised his head. The familiar blaze of passion burned brightly in him, making him glow with lust and a little bit of Elven magic. “You’ll come with us? Come to the Under-hill, where Ciara and Sara live, and find the home you seek among our lands?”
“I’m a cop. I’ve always been a cop or a hunter or something,” Elizabeth warned him. “I don’t know how I’ll fit in there.”
“Do you think we have no need for your skills in Elven lands? There’s more than a few who’ll be glad to have you with us.”
“And you’ll have both of us,” Roan added.
Killian picked up his thread, both men sparkling with mischief and deliciously lewd intent. “Day and night, you’ll have both of us.”
“In the bed we share.”
“On the green, green hills under the silvery light of the moon.”
“In warm pools of crystal-clear water beneath glittering waterfalls.”
“On the back of the West Wind.”
“In you.” Roan joined hands with Killian over Elizabeth’s pussy, the added heat boosting her rising arousal.
“We don’t have to wait until then, you know,” Killian suggested slyly. “I’ve not sworn any vows of abstinence away from the lands of Under-hill, as you well know.”
“Oh, really?” Elizabeth twirled a strand of his dark hair around her finger. “I hadn’t realized.
“Wench!” Killian pinched Elizabeth’s ass. She retaliated with a sharp tug on the lock of his hair she had trapped. He popped up, grinning, working the kinks out of his back from being hunched low for so long. “Pretty lass. Give me a kiss.”
Elizabeth purred happily as she stretched up in her turn to meet Killian’s sinfully rich mouth. He nipped playfully at her lips, caught one of them between his own, and sucked.
“He’s thinking how he loves your mouth, for certain, but he’d rather be tasting something else if you’d give permission.” Roan flickered his tongue against the shell of Elizabeth’s ear.
Ooh, tingles. “And what about you?” Elizabeth asked. “What would you rather be doing, Roan?” Figuring out what another man wanted to do with her body while all but kissing someone else entirely felt wonderfully wicked. From the sound of Killian’s low chuckle, he knew exactly what she was thinking -- and she had his permission to go full steam ahead.
“I’d do anything that pleased you best.” Roan cupped her breast and rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger. “But if it were up to Killian and I, I’m thinkin’ we might come to blows over who’s to have the first taste of your pussy.”
“I’d like to see you come to blows,” Elizabeth teased. “Promise me I’ll get a good show later?”
“Any time, Starshine. All you’ll ever have to do is say the word.”
“Aye, but we’re not
here for one another right now.” Killian seized Elizabeth, hoisting her so high and so quickly she had no choice but to wrap her arms and legs around him. She hissed when her burning cunt came into contact with the cut muscles just above his groin, and the tip of a promising erection tickled her ass cheeks. “Should we have our wicked way with you, without takin’ all day to let you choose? There’s a thought. What d’you say, Roan?”
Roan’s lips touched the back of Elizabeth’s neck. He drew the tip of his tongue down the length of her spine and all the way to the top of her cheeks, then teased inside the cleavage. “I think you’ve a fine plan there,” he said, puffs of warm air so close to Ground Zero making Elizabeth wriggle and moan. “One, two, three, down!”
Elizabeth yelped again as somehow, between the two of her strong Elves, she found herself tossed, flipped, and lowered to the floor of the cell with her arms stretched out and her legs spread wide. Roan helpfully tucked his wadded-up leather pants beneath her head for comfort.
A little-details man. Verry nice.
The Elves didn’t give her much time to stop and think. Their mouths and hands covered her body, kissing and stroking absolutely everywhere, in far too many places at once, and then settled down to serious business. Roan lay between her thighs and Killian at her side.
“I’m lettin’ Roan have a taste of your juices,” Killian explained. “I’m man enough to share.”
“You’ll get as much as you want later, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome.”
“A man can hope, Radiance. And in the meantime…” Killian descended on Elizabeth’s breasts in perfect synchronicity with Roan’s mouth attacking her pussy. He licked up and down her puffy labia, nuzzling the wet curls, making noises like he’d just tasted chocolate for the first time.
Yeah. He could… right there… oh, she was going to like Roan, wasn’t she?
It was, Elizabeth decided, a good thing that they were underground. “No one can hear you scream” had its advantages, namely the way no one could call the cops due to her lack of volume control. Hell, could anyone blame her? Roan had his tongue on the knob and he was making sure she went all the way to eleven. He ate her pussy like a feast, drinking up every drop she had to offer, using his tongue in oh-my-God-where-did-he-learn-how-to-do-that? ways -- twining, tapping, turning a lick into a work of art. He raised her ass with one hand and thrust two fingers of his other hand into her channel. Slick and wet for him, for both of them, her body took Roan’s offering greedily and begged for more.
“She’s got a fine set of lungs to her, eh?” Killian cracked in a brief moment of respite away from savaging her breasts with lips and teeth and fingers. “When she shatters the champagne bottle, she’s well and truly satisfied.”
Elizabeth growled. “No -- talking!” She could just barely see Roan’s blue eyes sparkling wickedly at her above her mons, and squeezed her thighs around his head.
Roan crooked his fingers deep inside her, pressing up -- up? Elizabeth’s lips parted in shock as he worked the tiny pinch of flesh, then sucked her clit into his mouth with the force of a vacuum and wouldn’t let go.
Damned if she didn’t keen loudly enough to shatter glass when she came, body spasming in delight and words pouring out of her mouth, arching up into Killian’s arms and pinning Roan in place with her legs.
The orgasm went on and on, reaching a pinnacle she’d only ever achieved once or twice in her life, and only then with Killian. Elizabeth found herself laughing like a wild thing, unable to stop, and as she slowly ebbed back into the real world she couldn’t stop giggling.
She blinked up at Killian, who studied her curiously. “And what’s so funny, then?”
“Just -- just thinking -- I’m definitely keeping Roan,” Elizabeth gurgled. “Any man who knows how to find the G-spot is worth his weight in Elvish silver.”
Killian gave a roar of laughter, and Roan one of triumph. They rose up and high-fived one another over Elizabeth’s body.
Then, they leaned together and kissed.
The sight made Elizabeth’s clit pulse, even after its recent explosion of pleasure. Killian ravished Roan’s face, cleaning away every trace of her juices and making small, humming, satisfied sounds. If she hadn’t been between them, they would have clung to one another, cocks crushed together against hard stomachs.
She reached up, hands shaky, and wrapped each set of fingers around a separate cock, then squeezed. The men buckled a little and groaned, but didn’t break their kiss. If anything else, they built up a better head of steam, surging back and forward to seize control and dominate.
Men!
Elizabeth took a second to try and control her breathing, to enjoy the differences in length, width and texture between Killian and Roan’s cocks, all damned impressive. She toyed with the idea of stroking both the swollen organs while the men duked it out in their kiss above her. It’d be hot.
Maybe later.
She jerked her Elves’ cocks sharply enough to get their attention. They stared down at her, looking slightly dazed and confused. Honestly -- men!
She’d forgive them if they’d fuck her.
Smart boys -- they got the idea. They stole one last hungry kiss between them, then got to work. Scrambling around again, managing to be graceful where any mortal man would have gone sprawling, they rearranged themselves very much to her liking, with Killian between her thighs now and Roan kneeling braced over her chest. His cock teased at her mouth while Killian’s cock titillated her nether lips.
No time to waste on teasing or flirting. They all knew what they wanted, and it was about damn time. Killian’s fingers tightened on Elizabeth’s hips, just painful enough to be blissful. Elizabeth ran her tongue around her lips and parted them wide, relaxing her jaw muscles.
They penetrated her as one, Roan’s cock sliding into her mouth exactly as Killian thrust his dick home in her pussy, filling her hard and fast. She let them set the pace, and they didn’t spare any horses, oh, no. Killian pumped in and out of her hungry, grasping cunt, slick on the cream she spilled for him, and Roan did the same, fucking Elizabeth’s mouth. She writhed under the dual assault, trying to wrap her legs around Killian’s back, attempting to show Roan she knew a thing or two about using a tongue, herself, but damn, they’d knocked the coordination right out of her.
There were words whispered in the rising and falling rhythm of Elven voices, all their own language, only the odd bit or two of English urging Elizabeth on and on back up the peak. Pre-come dripped on Elizabeth’s tongue, salty and sweet; her channel clenched around Killian’s rod.
Oh, fuck, life couldn’t get any better than this.
The men were panting and sweating, their fluid language growing coarser, and hey, you didn’t have to be multi-lingual to interpret a man’s desperation not to come, to make it last.
She’d show them.
Bearing down with her pussy muscles and sucking hard as she could with her mouth, Elizabeth sweetly, viciously drove them over the edge. Roan fell first, roaring as he filled her mouth with creamy come. Elizabeth swallowed every drop, milking Roan’s prick for more as Killian swore at her in Elvish and thrust hard, hips snapping, flooding her pussy with seed.
They held position briefly, weaving back and forth, and then collapsed. Roan fell forward, braced on his arms, Killian across Elizabeth’s stomach with his head on her breasts, and Elizabeth on the conveniently handy floor. After a moment, Roan groaned, got up, and rearranged himself by Elizabeth’s side. Killian rolled off to her other side. The Elves joined hands over her heart, pulling the three of them tightly together.
Nothing could have made the moment any more perfect.
“Now that,” Elizabeth said, licking salty sweat off her lips, “is what I call doing the Jailhouse Rock.”
Killian snuggled against her, not even afterglow able to shut him up for long. “Fiery lass!” he admired. “Aye. You’ll have both of us in you just like that forever and always, whenever you please.”
“Sounds good,” E
lizabeth said lazily, playing with his fingers.
“My cock in your pussy and his prick up your ass, or turnabout if the three of us like.”
“Mmm.” Hell, if he could talk, she wasn’t going to complain about it being dirty talk. Added a nice sizzle to the warm glow bathing her body.
“Stuffing your sweet body full to bursting. Perhaps even some pretty silver hoops for places other than your earlobes. And none of that’s something you’d say no to, now is it?”
Elizabeth chuckled. “Nothing except the jewelry.”
“We’ll work on changing your mind. What if Roan and I were to have a bit of piercing done, ourselves?”
The idea made Elizabeth’s clit tingle. “Wait and see,” she teased. “Wait and see.”
“You are coming with us, then?”
Looking at her two men, dark as night and bright as day, Elizabeth realized that yes, she would go with them, to a place called home and make a new life there. She’d need time to adjust, sure, but from what she understood they’d have plenty of time in the lands where no one ever grew old -- and nothing would stop her from coming back to Earth and playing around whenever she felt the urge. “Yeah.” She drew her fingernails across both Elves’ luminous skin. “I’m in. I’m with you.”
“Good,” an unexpected and all too familiar voice snapped. “Because you’re out of the game.”
Elizabeth’s chin lifted sharply, as did Killian’s and Roan’s, all three focused on the door to their cage. The door clanged shut, followed by the hasty bleeping of a keypad and the solid click of the cage’s heavy lock.
“Joe! You little bastard!” Elizabeth growled, fighting her way free of her men. She made it to her feet and charged the bars, grabbing the steel and rattling for all she was worth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
