“Let’s go home,” Philippe said.
Lilly stepped closer, leaning against them, savoring the sweet sensation of once again standing in their arms. “Yes, let’s go home.”
“I’ll have the jet ready for you tomorrow,” Alphonse said. “You may return to your lives in New Orleans, and if Jacques, or Dax and Farron, ever interfere in your lives again, it will be taken care of by the council.”
“Thank you, Alphonse. You’ve been a far better friend to us than we’ve deserved,” Remy said.
The older man shook his head. “No. I should have done this long ago. For the longest time, we’ve allowed the status quo to stand and allowed Jacques to abuse his power as leader of the council. I’ve known for a century that it was my time, and I shirked my duty. I hope that when the two of you feel called to take your place on this council that you will not make the mistakes I did.”
“We will always serve the clan, Alphonse. No matter where we are,” Remy said simply.
Alphonse nodded, seemingly pleased with the answer, and stepped aside to let them pass. They walked back toward the Main Hall and the suite of rooms waiting for them.
Epilogue
Lilly sat on the back veranda of their Garden District home, enjoying a strong coffee and a sugarcoated beignet. It had been months since that fateful night in Colorado when Remy and Philippe had faced Dax and Farron and Alphonse had taken control of the council. Things had changed dramatically since then. Remy and Philippe had become more involved with the clan, to the point that they had considered returning to the compound on a more permanent basis. They had discussed it the previous evening, but they all knew it would be some time before they made a decision. The club was important to them. It had allowed them the freedom to explore the human aspects of their nature in a way that living at the clan compound never had and never would.
The isolation was also a factor. They had come to love New Orleans and thought of it as their home, but duty and honor were apparently an important aspect of their culture, and having been accepted back into the fold by Alphonse, they felt compelled and grateful for the opportunity to take up their place in the clan once again. Taking a sip of her coffee, Lilly contemplated what life at the compound would be like. She knew that she would be happy anywhere, as long as they were together.
“You’re deep in thought,” Philippe said, folding his large frame into one of the wrought iron chairs. He snatched one of the beignets from her plate and wolfed down the sweet treat.
“Is nothing sacred? You should know better than to steal pastries from a woman, Philippe.”
He leveled a challenging stare at her. “Are you going to punish me?”
She might. Their sexual relationship continued to grow and change. Lilly had always been more comfortable in a submissive role, but she was learning from them how important it was to explore the boundaries of pleasure and pain from both sides, to both give and receive. She had begun to experiment with that, spanking them, binding them, and taking her pleasure from their bodies while denying them their own, at least initially. Control was a heady thing, and she’d come to realize that she liked it.
“Are you putting in a request?” she challenged back.
“Always. Take me upstairs right now, tie me up, and show me what a bad boy I’ve been,” he answered playfully then planted a sugary kiss on her lips.
“Remy won’t be home for hours,” she protested. “You know the rules. Unless one or the other of you is out of town, we wait until we can all play together.”
“I have a feeling Remy may be coming home earlier than you expected.”
Lilly wanted to ask how, but when she heard the car door, she stopped. Her connection to them was strong, but having witnessed them take dragon form, she understood now that, while they may have two human bodies, they were always one being. There was a connection between Remy and Philippe that would always be stronger than her connection to them. She’d learned to live with it, as it so often worked in her favor. It was no wonder that being made love to by both of them was so incredibly satisfying. Every movement, every stroke was calculated to wring the most pleasure from her body and from one another.
When the door opened behind her, she recognized Remy’s footfalls on the floorboards. “Philippe is asking to be punished,” she said.
“Then by all means, let’s go upstairs for your next lesson,” Remy answered, leaning down to kiss Lilly’s neck, his tongue tracing the faint lines of the mark he’d left behind.
“No more lessons, “ she answered. “I’ll handle the punishment, and you will sit back and enjoy the show.”
Remy’s cock hardened painfully at the thought. Watching Lilly dominate Philippe, to spank his perfect ass and breach every taboo she’d ever held, was unlike any experience he’d ever had. “Gladly, my darling. I can’t think of anything I’d like more... except perhaps to be the one who is being punished. But there’s always tomorrow.”
Lilly smiled. “And the day after. What we have has no expiration date.”
“Let’s not go upstairs,” Remy said. “I want to see your gorgeous body here in the light. I want the entire world to hear you screaming when we make you come.”
“That’s an offer I can’t refuse... but don’t think that allows you to avoid your spanking later, Philippe.”
Philippe lunged forward, capturing her lips in a hard, bruising kiss. When he pulled back, he said, “I don’t want to avoid it; I want to earn it.”
Lilly gasped as he gripped her thighs and pulled her to edge of the chair. He slid two fingers inside her, parting her slick folds easily and without hesitation. He drove her mercilessly toward the edge, the callused pads of his fingers stroking unerringly over her G-spot while his thumb circled the hard bud of her clit. She was panting within seconds, moaning his name loudly.
“Fuck me, Philippe! Please. I need your cock inside me!” she said, her body clenching tightly.
Philippe dropped to his knees on the porch and tugged her from the chair until she straddled his lap, the heavily veined underside of his cock nudging at her clit. Unable to wait for him, Lilly reached between their bodies and grasped his cock, guiding it to her entrance before sinking slowly down on him, impaled on his cock. She arched her hips, drawing him deeper, even as she felt Remy kneeling behind her, fitting the hard ridge of his cock against her ass. She felt the first drop of oil and even the second as Remy massaged the cheeks of her ass and the cleft between. As he breeched the tight hole, Lilly moaned eagerly.
“That’s it! I want you both fucking me!” she demanded, but her wish was almost instantly granted. Remy pushed inside her, his cock filling her ass while Philippe’s cock pressed in her sheath, sparking every nerve ending with pleasure.
They moved in tandem, each one thrusting at the same time, withdrawing at the same time. Her gasps and screams echoed around the small garden and were undoubtedly heard by all their neighbors. She was past the point of caring.
“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”
They did. Remy and Philippe continued to fuck her, thrusting deeper and harder. Philippe stroked her clit while Remy tugged at her nipples. When she came, the orgasm ripped through her, her body clenching so tightly on their invading cocks that they couldn’t even move. They could savor the feeling of her sheath contracting around them, milking every drop of cum from their bodies.
Spent, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the morning sunlight, Lilly reflected on how lucky she was to have found them. She didn’t know what the future held, but she was more than content to enjoy the present and the pleasure it had to offer.
The End
Author Bio
Seraphina Donavan lives in Kentucky, where she spends the majority of her time rescuing strays and trying to stay out of trouble. It rarely works.
You can contact Seraphina at:
www.seraphinadonavan.blogspot.com or via email at [email protected].
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