by Cat Marsters
“That sounds like a bad B movie.” Tadgh grinned at me, looking disheveled and gorgeous in his shirtsleeves. “I think Ell needs more constant protection.”
“From?”
“Well, the vampire assassin I met today, for one.”
Tadgh’s grin vanished, and I filled him in on Masika’s visit as I stirred the potion. “He needs one of us with him, Tadgh. All the time. As soon as I finish this I’m going over there.” I bit my lip. “Is he still down a model?”
Tadgh shrugged, still frowning. “Yes, but I thought you didn’t want to do it.”
“Well, not particularly. But I don’t want to leave him alone. Once Masika goes back to Sundown and refuses the job, it’s pretty much open season on Ell.”
Something flashed across Tadgh’s face. A mixture of anger, fear, and guilt, I think, with a healthy dose of determination. “You finish this,” he said. “I’m going to Ell.”
He flashed out before I could say anything. I finished up the potion, stuck it in a bottle, and checked my reflection in the kitchen mirror. An upside of being in a Fae house: we’re so vain, there are mirrors everywhere.
Fae are naturally tall and slender, and our average looks are considered amazingly attractive by mortals. Even so, I wasn’t sure I was quite skinny enough for Ell’s catwalk show. Well, anyway, I’d just glamour the audience into thinking I was.
I flashed myself to his studio in a Tribeca loft, and found myself in an orgy of silks and satins and gorgeous girls trying desperately to look as if they weren’t flirting with Tadgh, who was standing off to one side with his arms folded over his massive chest, frowning.
No one noticed me arrive, but they sure as hell noticed when I went over to Tadgh, wrapped my arms around his waist, and kissed him.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked against his mouth as his hand trailed through my hair.
“I am now,” he said, grinning, and I kissed him again.
“Aura!” Ell’s shriek echoed across the studio. “Gorgeous girl! What are you doing here?”
“Do you still need a spare body?” I asked, posing with one hand on my hip.
“Oh, darling, are you volunteering? Of course I do! I love you!”
He threw his arms around me and kissed me on the lips, and I swear the whole room went silent as the other girls tried to digest the sight of the very gay Ell and his boyfriend both kissing the same woman within a matter of minutes. And it wasn’t a friendly kiss, either. It was a proper, deep kiss. Ell sure was grateful.
“Mmm,” I said when he let me go. “That ought to keep the gossips busy.”
After a frantic hour of fitting and pinning and crying and begging, pretty much all of it on Ell’s part, Tadgh excused himself and went home to make supper. Ell continued wedging me into his creations, which were admittedly gorgeous, and it was after midnight when we finally flashed home, exhausted.
Tadgh was reclining on the sofa in the upstairs parlor, reading the business section of the paper. He’d showered and changed and looked twice as sexy as ever with his silky hair falling in his eyes and the warm scent of soap rising from his skin. From the kitchen, yummy cooking smells were drifting.
“Something smells delicious,” Ell said, eyeing him.
“Yeah, and there’s food, too,” I said.
Tadgh sat up, smiling. “How’d it go?”
“Manic,” I said, “and now I’m starving.” I allowed myself a wicked grin. “And unlike the other girls in the show, I’m allowed to eat tonight. Whatcha got for us?”
“Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, potatoes, the works,” Tadgh said, leading us downstairs. “I figured you’d be late, and it all keeps well in the oven.”
I threw my arms around him in a hug that was part gratitude and partly because I wanted to feel all that muscle and smell all that skin.
“How come you’re such a good cook?” I asked as we sat down, and Tadgh served huge platefuls of gorgeous food.
“I figure it’s my latent homosexual tendencies,” he said, straightfaced, ladling gravy onto my plate.
Ell gabbled nonstop about the show and his creations and his nerves, adrenalin fuelling him on and on. He ate three platefuls of food while he described to Tadgh, in minute detail, everything about the outfits he had for me to wear. Tadgh gave every appearance of listening patiently, and carried on pouring wine. By the time the food had run out it was early morning, and I decided Ell needed a diversion.
I took my clothes off again.
Then I vanished Ell and Tadgh’s clothes, too.
“Oh, honey,” Tadgh grinned, “you brought dessert.”
Ell swallowed.
“No goblin attacks this time,” I said.
“There better not be,” Tadgh said darkly.
“And I think we should all get ourselves to bed,” I said.
“All of us?” Ell looked between us nervously.
“Relax, Ell, I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before,” I said.
“Well, not before yesterday, at any rate,” Tadgh said.
“But… you have squishy bits,” Ell said.
“And very nice squishy bits they are, too,” Tadgh said, and then the three of us were sprawled naked on the huge bed upstairs. “Now. Plan, Aura?”
I smiled encouragingly at Ell. “Since you were making such wonderful progress yesterday --”
“I was?”
“I had an orgasm and everything.”
Tadgh muttered something about me being able to orgasm at the idea of new shoes, which I ignored.
“I think it’s time to move on to the next step,” I said. When Ell looked panicked, I put my hand on his arm to reassure him. “A step which I’m pretty sure you won’t have any qualms about, since it’s already something you’re used to.”
Ell opened his mouth to protest, then closed it, looking confused.
“Uh, remember he’s never fucked a girl before, Aura,” Tadgh said, taking Ell’s hand. Ell clutched nervously at him. “Ever.”
“I never actually saw one naked before you,” Ell said.
I was oddly touched by that. “Yes, but what’s the one thing you can do with girls that you can also do with guys?” I asked. “Apart from kissing.”
“We did the nipple thing yesterday,” Ell said.
“Okay, apart from that.”
“Are you going to suck him off?” Tadgh asked.
“Okay, there are plenty of things you can do with both,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But I was talking about anal.”
Ell blinked. “But -- what’s the point of that?”
“It’s supposed to be fun,” I said, getting a little annoyed.
“Well, of course it is. But it can’t get anyone pregnant,” Ell said, “and isn’t that supposed to be what I’m doing?”
“We’re working up to that,” I said. “Besides, I haven’t had a good ass-fucking in ages. But if you don’t want to do it --”
“Oh, no, I want,” Ell said quickly.
“And I sure as hell want to watch,” Tadgh said, running his hand over my breast. I shivered.
“You can help him, if you want,” I said.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The bedside drawer shot open and the lube smacked into Tadgh’s palm.
“Now,” I said. “Where do you want me?”
Chapter Seven
Tadgh dipped his head and licked my nipple. “Take your time deciding,” he told Ell over his shoulder. “You should make sure you’re comfortable with your decision.”
“Yes,” I said, gasping as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. “Comfort is important.”
Ell looked at the bed consideringly. “I don’t want to, um, offend you, darling,” he said, “but I, er. Your squishy bits…”
“Off-putting?” I asked.
“Um. Little bit.”
“Facedown, then,” I said. “I don’t mind.” A little thrill ran through me at the thought. “In fact, I’m not sure if I mentioned that I do love it from beh
ind.”
“That makes two of us,” Tadgh murmured, his hand slipping between my legs. His fingers found my clit and I moaned softly. Behind me, Ell was piling up pillows, and then Tadgh, without removing his hand, turned me over and laid me down so my breasts were flat against the mattress and my ass was up in the air.
“Beautiful,” he said. He parted my legs from behind, ran his hand from my wet pussy lips to my asshole. I shivered in expectation.
A second hand touched my buttocks, a smaller, defter hand. Ell.
“You do have a beautiful ass, Aura,” he said.
“Why, thank you. I’ve always admired yours through your clothes. You’ll have to show it to me properly some time.”
“Oh, sure.” His finger stroked my asshole. “I’d love to.”
“Can I compare them?” Tadgh asked.
“That way madness lies,” I said. “But I’m sure Ell will agree if I say we’re both perfectly happy for you to play with both of them.”
“Oh, yes,” Ell said. “More than happy.”
It was oddly comforting to chat to them like this, and at the same time it was incredibly hot. Here I was with my ass in the air, totally unable to see what they were doing, working things out by touch. The hand that consistently delved down to my pussy, stroking my clit and sliding a finger or two inside was Tadgh’s, I was reasonably sure. He stroked my thigh as well, the soft bit of skin where leg turns into buttock. He seemed particularly enamored of that bit.
Whereas Ell stuck with the safe bits. Men have buttocks, and men have assholes. He was in familiar territory there, and he seemed much more comfortable with it. Which was what I’d figured. We’d start slowly, and work our way up. He’d be diving for treasure in my cunt before long.
When a tongue touched my asshole I wasn’t sure whose it was. Wasn’t sure I cared. It was wonderful, all soft wet licks and gentle probing. Someone spread my ass cheeks far apart and drizzled lube between them, and he carried on licking, stroking with his finger, seeking entrance.
When Tadgh stroked my back, turned my head and kissed me, lying beside me, I knew it was Ell at my asshole. Doing, I guess, what he does best. I slipped one arm around Tadgh, careful not to move my hips, and kissed him sweetly while his boyfriend rimmed my ass.
“He’s good,” I gasped as his finger slipped inside me.
“Oh yes,” Tadgh agreed, stroking my cheek. “He’s very good.”
I ran my hand down his back, shuddering as Ell probed with his tongue. Tadgh’s cock bumped against my knee, hard and hot and slippery with moisture. “What are you going to do?” I asked.
“What?” Tadgh was licking my fingers.
“With this,” I nudged his cock. “Are you going to put it in Ell, or me?”
Tadgh shook a little. “Oh God,” he moaned. “How am I supposed to decide that?”
I laughed, and then I gulped because Ell had removed the two fingers he’d been dipping into my ass, stretching and lubricating it, and I felt the head of his cock there.
“Is that all right, Aura?” he asked me, before he entered. “Is this okay? Are you ready?”
I pushed my ass back to feel his hot cock against it, once again touched at his concern. “Oh yes,” I said, and tried not to moan. “I’m ready.”
He pushed inside me, hot and hard, and I panted against the mattress. Tadgh stroked my face reassuringly.
“He feels so good,” I whispered, and he whispered back, “I know.”
Ell had his hands on my hips as he sank into me, then back out. Next stroke, he went in deeper, and then the one after that deeper still, until he was all the way in and his balls brushed my wet, swollen pussy lips.
“Ew, squishy bits,” he said, but he was laughing as he did, and I could feel by the way his cock pulsed inside me that he clearly wasn’t finding it a turn-off. “You have a gorgeous ass, darling. It’s so tight!”
“Think I can try it later?” Tadgh asked.
“Sweetheart, you can put that cock of yours absolutely anywhere you want,” I told him, and he grinned.
“I intend to.”
I moved gently with Ell’s thrusts. He didn’t pound into me but fucked me gently, carefully. Tenderly. I felt the pressure building inside me, my clit aching for attention, my pussy a desperate void. If only Ell would touch me there, I’d come really hard.
But he didn’t. Not that I expected him to. He was fucking a girl, and that in itself was pretty impressive. When he came inside me, he shouted out, the same way he had this morning when he’d fucked Tadgh, and then he sank down over me, his warm body covering mine, his skin damp against my back.
He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “That was glorious, darling.”
“It was,” Tadgh agreed. He’d stayed beside me the whole time, kissing my mouth, my face, my neck. His cock was a huge, pulsing hot brand against my thigh.
“But you didn’t come, did you?” Ell asked anxiously.
“No, but it’s all right,” I said.
“I’ll take care of that,” Tadgh said, and as Ell moved off me, carefully withdrawing, Tadgh pulled me into his arms and kissed me thoroughly. He moved down my body, sucking my nipples, and then he parted my legs and wrapped his tongue around my clit.
My whole body bucked in sudden release and I cried out, shuddering and shaking as he licked me.
“Oh God, I needed that,” I said.
Tadgh looked up, his eyes very dark, and said, “I know.” He moved back up my body then, and slid his cock into my dripping wet pussy.
“Thought you fancied the back way,” I said, closing my eyes at the feel of him filling me.
“Maybe later,” he said, and sat up with me in his lap, impaled upon his huge cock.
After staying so still for Ell, it was a wonderful release to be able to move on Tadgh. His hands on my hips, he held me as I rode him, fast and hard, sucking my nipples into his mouth as I arched my back and ground down on him. His fingers stole round my back, between my buttocks, and found my asshole wide and empty, still slippery with lube and come.
He slid two fingers inside, and I came again, shuddering and clutching at his shoulders. Tadgh kissed me, thrusting deep into my pussy as his fingers reamed my back passage, three and four fingers filling me up.
“Oh God, oh God,” I cried, and came again, just as he did, his thick cock filling me with hot come. My body spasmed for what felt like hours, waves of wonderful pleasure crashing over me, wiping me out.
I barely felt Tadgh lay me down on the bed in Ell’s arms, snuggling up so I was wrapped warm between both of them. But I did feel Ell’s lips brushing my temple.
“Three orgasms all in a row,” he marveled. “Sometimes I wish I was a woman.”
I nestled against his hard chest, tucking my head into the curve of his warm neck as Tadgh pressed his softening cock against my butt.
“I’m glad you’re not,” I murmured, and drifted into sleep.
I spent the whole of the next day with Ell, being fitted for clothes and rehearsing the show, which was at some huge swanky hotel that had only opened a few weeks before. He was so busy with nerves he forgot to be embarrassed around me, unlike when he first woke in the morning to find me sleeping on his chest. Ell’s so adorable.
Tadgh came by on his lunch hour, but got so uncomfortable with the amount of stares he received that he didn’t stay long. I mean, hell. This is fashion: all the girls and most of the boys like men, and Tadgh is a pretty prime specimen.
When he came back after he’d finished work, I took matters into my own hands and dragged him round to be introduced to everyone. I did this with my hand in his back pocket and my breasts rubbing up against him at every available opportunity. He put his arm around my shoulders and broke off conversations to kiss me. Much confusion was to be seen on everyone’s faces because of course they all knew he was Ell’s boyfriend. A few of the nastier ones smirked knowingly at the prospect of Ell finding out.
Then Ell came bounding over, threw his arms around us
both and gave us big smacking kisses.
“Darlings!” he cried manically. “Everything’s going so well!”
The show was a wonderful success. Ell is a very talented designer and his clothes made the models look fabulous. At the end, he dressed me as his bride and walked me down the catwalk to take his bow. The irony wasn’t lost on me, nor on Tadgh, who sat next to the editor of Vogue, laughing into his hand.
Then it was over, and as Ell bounced out into the crowd to be adored, I wove my way backstage to take off the heavy makeup and change into ordinary clothes.
Although the wedding dress did feel pretty cool.
I took off the veil and was turning to put it back on its stand when an image in the mirror caught my eye. A very tall, very beautiful woman with bronzed skin and a gorgeous mane of golden hair. She wore a floating silk dress in a perfect shade of green that skimmed her delicious curves. She smelled like a summer meadow, like warmth and sunshine and long hot days of glory.
She was so immaculately perfect in every respect that I’d have known she was Fae even without the huge waves of power emanating from her.
“He’s a talented designer,” she said, her voice like a choir of angels.
“Yes,” I said, carefully rearranging the veil before turning to face her and curtseying, “he is, your majesty.”
The Seelie Queen smiled. “You look much finer than these wretched skinny humans.”
“Thank you, your majesty. You look very well, if I may say so.”
Her smile deepened. “You may, Aura of the Wildfae.”
I felt a pang at her words. My father was High Court Unseelie and my mother was High Court Seelie. I’m not Wildfae. But since they eloped, leaving both Courts behind, I have no ties to either. Therefore, both Courts consider me Wildfae. When they consider me at all.
“You have never tried to seek allegiance to either Court,” she said, running her fingers over the fine silk satin of one of my earlier gowns.
“No, your majesty.”
“Do you not care for Court life?”
I chose my words carefully. “I have very little knowledge of it, your majesty.”
“Did your parents never speak of it to you?”
I closed my eyes at the old pain. “My parents died when I was very young, your majesty. If they spoke of it, I don’t remember.”
