by Cat Marsters
I think.
Chapter Three
Tadgh was as good a cook as he was a lover, and Ell kept us both entertained through dinner with anecdotes from his mad fashion world. When I asked if he should be out trying to find a replacement for his bulimic model, he just shrugged and said, “Darling, there will be thousands of them queuing up for the chance all day tomorrow.”
“But will the clothes fit them?” I asked.
“They’ll have starved themselves into it,” Tadgh said. “Sometimes I think I should run free counseling for Ell’s models.”
“I don’t ask them to be thin!” Ell said.
“But you don’t hire fat people,” Tadgh said.
“Darling, no one hires fat people.”
Sensing an argument coming on, I created a diversion by taking my shirt off. Well, Tadgh’s shirt. The slight temperature drop made my nipples pucker and I shivered, the movement shaking out my hair so it caressed my back.
There was a sudden silence, then the clatter of Ell’s knife falling onto his plate.
“You told me to take my clothes off after dinner,” I said, leaning back in my chair. They were both staring at me, Ell in slack-jawed amazement, Tadgh with rapidly darkening eyes. His breath came fast.
“Uh,” Ell cleared his throat, his eyes darting to his plate, then to the fridge. “Dessert?”
“Yes.” I said.
He colored, looking nervous.
“Ell,” Tadgh said, moving the plates quickly out of the way, “you see half-naked women every day. Fully naked, a lot of the time.”
“Yes,” Ell said, twisting his hands, “but they’re not really women. I mean, they’re not… they’re just, like… like mannequins or something.”
“Charming,” I said. I ran my hands over my breasts. Both men watched the movement.
“They’re not… I mean, they’re sort of… asexual,” Ell said.
“That’s because they have the figures of small boys,” Tadgh said.
He topped up my wineglass, then came to stand behind me. He moved my chair back a little so Ell could get a good view, then he rested his hands on my shoulders. His palms were warm and dry, big hands that felt heavy and good.
“Aura isn’t asexual,” he said.
Ell swallowed.
“Look,” Tadgh said, slipping his hands down to cup my breasts. “Look how soft she is.”
“Soft is…” Ell was staring at my breasts, “soft is weird.”
“Why is it weird?” I asked.
“Men aren’t soft. Men are hard.”
“What about your models?”
“They’re all bone,” Tadgh said darkly. “How about dressing a real woman, Ell?”
“I don’t like real women. They’re squidgy, and soft, and --”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
Ell looked lost. “It’s weird,” he said.
I reached out and took his hand. “Am I weird?”
“No,” he said, looking torn.
I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb. “Just feel, Ell. You can close your eyes if you want.”
His eyelids flickered uncertainly.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” he said, although he didn’t sound sure of it.
I smiled reassuringly, and put his hand on my breast.
I’m quite proud of my breasts. They’re not huge, but they’re not tiny, either. Just a nice little handful. Small enough to be firm and big enough to squeeze. They’re my best feature.
Well, nearly. But I didn’t think Ell was ready for my pussy just yet.
Tadgh cupped my left breast, and Ell, watching, did the same to my right. He weighed it in his hand, stroked the soft skin with his thumb. He avoided the nipple though. Still, I wasn’t complaining. Two hot men fondling my breasts, are you kidding?
“And here.” Tadgh took Ell’s other hand and placed it gently on my shoulder. “Feel her neck.”
Ell did, tentatively. “No stubble,” he said. “Weird.” He stroked some more. “Girl, you must moisturize something fierce.”
“I do,” I said, pleased he’d noticed. “It’s this great stuff I get from a spa on Long Island.”
“Yeah?” He ran his hand over my throat. “It’s amazing. Do you think I could get some? You think it’d do anything for me?”
I put my own hand out to his jaw. “Oh, come on, Ell, your skin is baby soft.”
He grinned, a little smugly. “It is, isn’t it?”
Tadgh laughed, moving in a little closer behind me. “This chair is in the way,” he said. “How about a change of venue?”
Panic flashed in Ell’s eyes, which had been calming down.
“Sofa,” I said, and quickly flashed us there, the big sofa in the breakfast area of the huge kitchen. Tadgh pulled me onto his lap and I wriggled, smiling as I felt the not inconsiderable bulge in his jeans.
I crossed my legs, still not wanting to scare Ell, and beckoned him closer. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
“Uh, once.”
Tadgh paused in caressing my breast. “Really?”
“Yeah. But it was…” Ell waved his hand, “nothing, really. I mean, I didn’t feel anything. It was boring.”
I put my head on one side. “But when you kiss Tadgh…”
Ell sighed, looking a little dreamy, and I laughed and nudged Tadgh. He needed no further bidding and wrapped his arm around Ell’s shoulders, pulling him close. Close to both of us. When their mouths met I had a ringside seat, could smell the clean fresh scent of Ell’s skin, the hotter, spicier scent that rose from Tadgh. Could see the way their lips pressed together, how Ell bit down on Tadgh’s lip, and Tadgh slipped his tongue into Ell’s mouth.
It was. So. Damn. Hot. My nipples were hard, tingling, aching for contact. My pussy got hotter, wetter, and I shifted on Tadgh’s lap as I watched.
Tadgh slipped his hand up the back of Ell’s neck, drawing him closer, and Ell sighed, his eyes closing, leaning into Tadgh and kissing him harder.
It was interesting. I’d always expected Tadgh would be more in charge, but Ell took his passion and returned it, even occasionally taking charge. Just because Tadgh was the bigger, manlier man, didn’t mean he dominated Ell. They had a partnership. I kind of liked that.
It was only when Ell wrapped his arm around Tadgh’s waist and brushed my skin that he remembered I was there, springing back with a look of surprise on his face. “Sorry,” he murmured, “I got a little carried away.”
He licked his lips. I wanted to lick them too. “Don’t apologize,” I said. “That was hot.”
Ell blushed a little. It was adorable. I leaned forward and dropped a light, closed-mouth kiss on his lips, but as I moved back he caught me by the shoulders, held me there and looked at me speculatively. “Tadgh said you were a great kisser,” he said, and before I could so much as raise an eyebrow at that, he’d put his lips back on mine, kissing me tentatively.
I let him control the pace, kissing him back the way he was kissing me. When he licked my lips, I opened my mouth, and when his tongue slipped inside, I stroked it with my own.
He tasted good, traces of wine and pasta sauce, but also a cool taste that was all his own. And he kissed well, sweet and soft, gaining confidence.
I opened my eyes and saw that his were shut. That was kind of sweet, and I smiled against his mouth.
“What?” Ell murmured.
“You’re a great kisser, too.”
He sat back. “That was… kind of nice,” he said, touching his lips. “It’s nice kissing someone with really soft lips. And no stubble.”
Tadgh manfully refrained from commenting. Judging by the huge hard-on nudging my bottom, he had other things on his mind.
Ooh. Tadgh’s hard-on and my bottom. Now there was a thought to keep a girl warm at night.
“Well, there you go,” I said, trying to get my thoughts back on track. “You successfully kissed a girl and enjoyed it. It can only get easier from here.”
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�Speaking of easier,” Tadgh said, and shifted under me. “You mind if I take my jeans off? I’m getting a little uncomfortable here.”
“Honey, I never mind you taking your jeans off,” Ell said.
“Ditto,” I added, and we both grinned. Ell clicked his fingers and Tadgh’s jeans disappeared, along with his shirt. I squirmed against all his suddenly bare flesh, rubbing my thigh against his hot, stiff cock. “Mmm, damn that’s good.”
“I can’t see,” Ell complained.
“Neither can I,” Tadgh said, shooting a pointed look at his lover’s crotch. Ell waved a hand and his clothes disappeared, and then all three of us were naked on the sofa.
I began to get decidedly hot.
Tadgh rewarded Ell by shifting me on his lap -- as if I weighed about an ounce -- so I was resting higher up, my legs spread wide, his cock rearing up between them so Ell could see it perfectly.
“Oh, lover,” Ell sighed, staring.
“I know,” I said, and joined in.
For a few seconds there was silence as we gazed at Tadgh’s huge, pulsing cock, which was still growing, getting darker and harder and hotter. It nudged the inside of my thigh and I stifled a moan.
“Flattered as I am,” Tadgh said from behind me, “we’re not accomplishing very much here.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Ell’s getting hard and there’s a naked pussy in the room.”
“You have a point,” he conceded.
“No, you do,” Ell said, stroking it. “And it is mostly hiding the pussy.”
“Tell you what,” I said, as Tadgh’s fingers dug in my hips at the contact of Ell’s fingers. “How about this? You stroke my breasts for five minutes, then you can stroke Tadgh’s cock.”
Ell looked up uncertainly at my breasts, which were feeling a mite friendless up there on their own.
“It’s a good deal,” Tadgh said, one hand moving up to demonstrate breast-stroking for Ell, who reached out tentatively and touched me.
“Both hands,” I said, and he stuck his tongue out at me but gamely obliged. He cupped my breasts as Tadgh had shown him earlier, then hesitated.
“Play with the nipples,” I said, enjoying the warmth of his palms on my flesh. “Like you would with a guy.”
Ell did, and I let out a long breath at the relief of someone finally touching my aching, needy nipples. He stroked them slowly, cautiously, frowning in concentration.
Tadgh’s hand smoothed over my side, down my belly, and his fingers feathered over my thigh. He nuzzled my neck, and I wished I could turn around to kiss him -- but if I did, I might disturb Ell’s concentration, and I didn’t want to do that.
“It’s still weird,” Ell said, just as Tadgh slipped his fingers between the folds of my pussy.
“What?” I whimpered.
“The squidginess. Not bad weird, just… I’m not used to so much… give.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage as Tadgh played with my clit.
“Have I been doing this for five minutes yet?” Ell asked.
“No!” I thrust my hips forward, into Tadgh’s hand, and Ell finally noticed the movement.
“Hey, that’s cheating.”
“Nope, we said nothing about my hands and her pussy,” Tadgh said, running his finger in little circles around my clit.
“I’m pretty sure it’s been five minutes,” Ell said. “I want to stroke his cock.”
“Okay,” I said, “but afterwards you have to use your mouth.”
Ell’s eyes lit up. “I can suck it?”
“Only after you’ve sucked these.” I patted my breasts. “Deal?”
Ell looked down at Tadgh’s cock, which was brushing gently against my labia. Okay, I was brushing my labia against it.
“Deal,” he said, and wrapped his hand around Tadgh’s cock. Tadgh groaned and thrust up into it, which sent the hot base of his cock rubbing closer against my pussy. I groaned. Tadgh groaned again.
“Ooh, this is fun,” Ell said. “I don’t even mind the girly bits.”
“Well done,” I gasped. Tadgh’s hand left my pussy and came up to my breast. Now I had no problem twisting round to kiss him as he fondled my breasts and thrust his cock against my slick pussy lips.
“She’s wet,” Ell said, sounding surprised.
I broke off kissing long enough to say, “Yes, cuts down on lube,” then went back to Tadgh’s hot, hot mouth.
I was in heaven. This was actually what dying and going to heaven felt like. Ell hesitantly dipped his fingers into my wetness and I nearly came there and then. He used the moisture to slick his hands over Tadgh’s cock, which had Tadgh shuddering and thrusting. And that meant his cock rubbed harder against my labia. Which meant I came.
Loudly.
Happily.
For quite a long time.
When I recovered, Tadgh was nuzzling my neck again and Ell was looking up at me in amazement.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I panted, and felt Tadgh chuckle.
Then the sound of glass breaking came from upstairs, and all three of us froze.
Chapter Four
“It’s probably the cat,” Ell said.
“We don’t have a cat,” Tadgh said.
“Good point.” Ell sprang to his feet with a grace I could never replicate. “I’ll go.”
“Ell.” Tadgh lifted me off him and got to his own feet. “Don’t be stupid. You’re the prince.”
“Exactly --” Ell began, but Tadgh had already flashed himself out of the room. “I hate it when he does that.”
Feeling slightly self-conscious now that there was no actual sex going on, I picked Tadgh’s shirt up off the floor and wrapped it around myself, huddled on the sofa like a spare part. Ell flashed his clothes on with a wave of his hand, then, as an afterthought, materialized a hefty knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Then he gestured at Tadgh’s jeans, which disappeared, presumably in Tadgh’s direction.
Sometimes I forget Ell is a prince. My powers of telekinesis don’t stretch much further than dressing or undressing in a hurry, and even then I have to be in sight of the clothes. Ell can move anything, just by thinking about it, and he can rematerialize anywhere he wants. I can only go places I actually know.
Ell twirled the knife in his hand. It was a fancy, twisted blade. Not so much for ornamentation, I was guessing, as to cause the maximum damage when it was used. Right now he didn’t look like an effeminate fashionista. He looked like a Fae prince: fast, strong, and deadly. I didn’t doubt that he knew how to use that knife. I didn’t doubt it at all.
It was actually pretty sexy.
“It’s probably just sprites,” he said, catching my eye. “Tadgh’s being overcautious.”
I nodded, unconvinced. My conversation with Magda was replaying in my head. What about Ell’s sister? What if she’d sent someone to do away with her brother? I didn’t think she was that mean, but you never knew with the High Courts.
“I --” I began, and then there was a thud and a high-pitched yelp from upstairs, and Ell and I both started. A second later Tadgh reappeared in the room, holding a small, skinny, squirming green creature by the scruff of its neck.
“Ew,” Ell said, flopping back onto the sofa where I’d been coming my brains out about five minutes earlier. “I hate goblins.”
I stared at the little creature as Tadgh shook it, and it dropped a crossbow. It was covered all over in slime and its skin was like that of a fish. Its eyes were big, pale, watery orbs and its mouth was wide and lipless, full of teeth. Several rows of teeth.
Not pretty.
“It’s, err, dripping,” I said, and we all looked at the slime oozing onto the carpet.
“Goblin blood is, like, so gross,” Ell said, and I wondered if I’d imagined the sexy warrior he’d been a second ago. “Is it dead?”
“Nooo,” the creature hissed. We all flinched. It sounded like something had crawled down its throat and died.
“I thought you might want to talk to it,” Tadgh said,
holding it like it was rotten. Well, it smelled rotten.
Since Ell didn’t seem to have anything to say to it, I asked the goblin, “Why are you here?”
It waved a froggy finger at Ell. “Kiiill that ooone.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” Ell assured it.
“Who… uh, who sent you?” Looking at the creature, I knew it wasn’t of a high goblin caste -- it had four arms, which denoted a worker, a drone -- so it wouldn’t have come here of its own accord. Goblins have rules too, you know.
“Massssgaaar,” the goblin rattled.
“Masgar?”
“The kiiing.”
I glanced at Ell, who nodded. “Goblin bigwig. Revolting little piece of work. Bit of a wuss, too.”
“Did you know he wanted you dead?”
“I have to say I didn’t. Ask it why.”
Evidently, talking to goblins was beneath a Seelie prince. I wished it was beneath me.
“Dooon’t have to tell yooouu,” the goblin sulked.
Tadgh calmly took a knife from the holster on his belt -- also, I presumed, part of Ell’s telekinesis -- and pricked the goblin’s neck with it. The slimy little bugger screamed, the sound like nails on a blackboard, and Ell and I flinched again. But not at the sound.
Tadgh’s dagger was made of iron. And to a faery, iron really, really hurts.
“Noooo, nooooooo! I tell yooouuu!” The goblin’s eyes were fixed on the iron blade Tadgh held just out of reach. “Masssgaaar has a bargaaain. Death to yoooouuu and powerrr for hiim.”
“Bargain with who?”
“Unseeeelie.”
“Yes, we gathered that.”
Tadgh rolled his eyes at me.
“Which Unseelie?” I asked patiently.
“Royaltyyyy,” the goblin hissed proudly.
Ell and Tadgh exchanged glances, with each other then with me. There were several Unseelie princes and princesses.
“Which one?” I asked, and Tadgh pressed the knife closer to the goblin, who shrieked and wriggled away.
“Skinny princessss! Eibhlisss!”
Ice ran through my veins. “You lie,” I said. “Eibhlis has no powers.”
“No liiie! Eibhliiiis!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was all I needed.
