by Sable Sylvan
“On fire?” asked Jevon, hurriedly turning to look up at the sky, wiping his cheek. “What? What fire?”
“Do you mean the aurora?” asked Rufus.
“The what?” asked Jennifer. “Wait — that’s what an aurora borealis is? I thought you had to go to like, the North Pole, to see them.”
“Well…the further north you are, the easier it is to see them,” said Rufus. “I’m from New York — the state, not just the city. My parents have a summer place, near the Canadian border, and sometimes, in the winter, we can see them — except the resort town they live near is usually too bright for us to see shizz.”
“I’m surprised we can see them now,” said Jevon. “It’s the summer, and usually, the sky is too bright for us to see them in the winter…given Port Jameson doesn’t exactly go dark at night. Main Street usually has a few late-night restaurants open.”
“It doesn’t go dark?” asked Jennifer, looking around. “Looks pretty dark to me.”
Rufus stood up and peered over at Jennifer’s neighbor’s houses.
“Huh,” said Rufus. “I think…let me check.” Rufus pulled out his phone, looked something up, and put it away.
“What?” asked Jennifer.
“Zombie apocalypse?” asked Jevon.
“Close — power outage,” said Rufus, taking his seat. “It’s a surprisingly dark night.”
“Freak weather?” asked Jennifer.
“Fate weather,” said Rufus. “I guess Fate decided that you just really needed to see those northern lights tonight.”
“Why?” asked Jennifer with a laugh. “Hasn’t she done enough, bringing you two into my life? Giving you those mate marks?”
“Maybe…Fate thought you might want to see some magic for yourself,” said Rufus, wrapping his hand around Jennifer’s head. He looked deep into her eyes, his emerald eyes bluer than the bright stripes of pastel green on the aurora, and moved in to kiss her.
“You know — those auroras aren’t magic,” said Jevon. “They’re caused by earth’s magnetic fields getting rustled up by the solar wind.”
Rufus stared at Jevon angrily. “One — we get it, you’re smart. Two — I’m trying to be romantic here. Three — rustled doesn’t sound like a very scientific term!”
“Well, I’m trying to be romantic too,” said Jennifer, turning Rufus so his face was, well, facing hers, and she pulled herself onto his lap and kissed him.
“Are you ready for us?” asked Rufus. “You really think you can handle two big, bad bears, ravaging you right on your lawn?”
“Trust me — my muffin’s ready for stuffin’,” insisted Jennifer.
“Your muffin’s…” started Rufus, rubbing his temples. “You know, you’re lucky you’re so damn hot.”
“I like it,” said Jevon. “Love those sweet, cornier-than-cornbread jokes of yours, Jennifer…especially when it means you’re not busy being sassy.”
“Well…I’m a man who likes that spicy sass,” said Rufus.
“Boys, boys — there’s an easy way of solving this problem,” said Jennifer. “Jevon, you like me sweet…and Rufus, you like me sassy. How about I make neither of you happy, and keep my mouth shut — or rather, full?”
“I’m intrigued,” said Rufus, crossing his arms and raising a brow.
“I think she’s saying…” started Jevon.
“It doesn’t take a pre-med student to know what kind of anatomy lesson I’m…forget the metaphor,” said Jennifer, losing her train of thought, watching Rufus and Jevon conspire about her, in front of her. “Forget the metaphor and forget those pants.”
“Oh, these pants?” asked Rufus, standing up and unbuckling his leather belt. He didn’t take his pants off, though. Instead, he unbuttoned his flannel shirt. His bear roared — what kind of a game was Rufus playing? His mate — the woman both Rufus and his bear were sure was meant to be his — was there, practically gagging for it, and Rufus was insisting on showboating. Icarus’ wings were made of wax that melted when he flew to close to the sun, but Rufus’ were made of flannel that was shed, like a selkie’s sealskin, when he stripped too close to the moon.
The moon did not make Rufus fall to the ground like Icarus. It made Jennifer’s jaw drop, nearly to the grass, as she watched the moonlight tickle his abs like a plucky pianist plucking an ersatz piano’s ivories and ebonies. While on keyboards, the dark keys rose into mountains, and the light keys fell into valleys, Rufus’ abs gleamed brightly underneath the moonlight, while it was the cavities between his abs that remained engulfed in shadow.
“Well, fuck me,” said Jennifer rhetorically.
“That is the plan,” said Rufus, raising a brow, and at that, Jennifer nearly lay back, spread her legs, and got ready for her flannel-winged angel to crash into her.
Rufus tossed away his flannel shirt in a ball and moved toward Jennifer. But, before he could, Jevon interfered, pushing Rufus away.
“Hey! What was that?” asked Rufus.
“I just thought it fair that I get to put on my little show if we’re throwing some kind of Fourth of July pageant,” explained Jevon.
“It’s not July yet,” said Jennifer.
“Then explain the fireworks,” said Jevon, motioning to the aurora borealis. Jevon’s bear roared at the look on Rufus’ face. Rufus, for all his showboating and Byronic interpretive dancing, was not as natural a charmer as Jevon.
Jevon looked Jennifer deep in his eyes and got to the good stuff. He unbuckled his belt. Jevon dropped his plain blue jeans. The sexy werebear kicked off his boots and jeans. He took his thick cock, already straining against his pants, and slid it out the top of his boxers, which joined his jeans in the pile of things he had no use for at the moment.
“You can hardly call that a show,” said Rufus with a harrumph.
“I think we should let Jennifer be the judge of that,” said Jevon, looking back at Jennifer, who was no longer looking at his face. She was preoccupied with the snake Jevon had wrangled from his grassy thicket.
“Is…wait, really?” asked Jennifer, reaching out and touching it, before pulling her hand back.
Jevon reached down and massaged his cock and then said, “That’s funny.”
“What is?” asked Rufus.
“Well, with the way Jennifer here pulled her hand away, I thought my cock must be on fire,” said Jevon. “But…it’s not. Let me test it again.”
Jevon put his hand on his cock and massaged it while looking over Jennifer.
“Feels fine to me,” said Jevon. “Rufus? What about yours?”
Rufus got the hint. He lowered his pants and slipped out his cock. Jennifer’s eyes went wide.
“What?” asked Rufus. “Did I grow a third ball?”
“How do you two have matching mate marks and matching cocks?” asked Jennifer.
Jevon frowned, looked over at Rufus, looked back at himself, and said, “Yeah…they’re not the same-same. Like. My left ball hangs lower, and his right ball hangs lower. He shaves…”
“…And you’re proving once again to be more beast than man,” retorted Rufus. “I’m sorry some of us don’t like chafing!”
“The hair stops the chafing!” insisted Jevon.
Before they could argue more, they both gasped. Jennifer had reached out to take their cocks in her hands.
“I guess…they’re not the same,” said Jennifer. “But…they’re both big. And heavy. And thick. And attached to hot guys who happen to have the same mate mark. But…”
“But what?” asked Rufus huskily.
“Do you think they taste different too?” asked Jennifer wickedly, moving from a sitting position to a kneeling position, looking up at Jevon and Rufus.
Before either Jevon or Rufus could answer, Jennifer had herself some samples. She licked the top of Jevon’s cock, moving his honey icing down his shaft in a swirl, before moving to Rufus’s cock and starting with the base of his shaft, moving up to the tip.
“They’re the same,” said Jennifer. “I gu
ess I’m just going to have to blow both of you.”
“No-no-no,” insisted Rufus. “That’s not how this game works.”
“How does it work?” asked Jennifer.
“Our mate marks — they were meant to lead us to you,” explained Rufus. “You’re our mate…but we haven’t mated with you, not yet.”
“What do you mean?” asked Jennifer.
“He means we have to claim you,” said Jevon.
“You mean…that’s a real thing?” asked Jennifer. “My friend, she told me about it, but…”
“Let me guess — you thought she was pulling your leg? Hallucinating? Had a bizarre dream she could’ve sworn was real?” asked Rufus.
“D — all of the above,” answered Jennifer.
“Well, it’s real,” said Jevon. “We have to claim you — and we have to do a good job of it too.”
“A good job according to who?” asked Jennifer.
“You,” said Jevon.
“And how exactly am I supposed to grade you?” asked Jennifer.
“Leave that to your body,” said Rufus.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Jennifer.
“You have to come — hard,” said Jevon. “We all do — at the same time.”
“How are the two of you supposed to fit in me at the same…” started Jennifer.
“We won’t,” said Rufus. “We’ll take turns.”
“Is it going to hurt?” asked Jennifer.
“Are you a virgin?” asked Rufus.
“No,” admitted Jennifer. “I’m, uh…not unfamiliar with sex. I just haven’t had a threesome before.”
“Then no,” said Rufus. “This won’t hurt.”
“We don’t have to do you hard,” said Jevon. “We just gotta make you come, hard.”
Jennifer’s cheeks burned. She had nothing left to say but, “Well, then…are you going to do it?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” said Rufus wickedly. He tipped Jennifer backward. She caught herself and didn’t fall all the way on the ground. Her hands balled around the picnic blanket. She looked up angrily at Rufus.
“Hey!” hissed Jennifer. “What was that for?”
“Well, you just look so damn cute when you’re angry,” said Rufus, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, that does it,” said Jennifer, and Rufus half expected her to slap him.
The other thing he half expected actually happened.
She pulled him close and kissed him right on the mouth, hard.
Jennifer angrily smashed her face against Rufus, roughly kissing him, but it was no use. Her every kiss was soft against his firmness. It was like a rose petal, carried on the wind, trying to break down a log cabin. It just wasn’t gonna break him.
Rufus split Jennifer’s legs apart as easily as he’d split apart a log with an ax, although his current ax had no head, just a hard shaft, looking for an ax wound. He slipped a finger up and found Jennifer’s warm, moist slit — her desire seeping through the fabric of her shorts, making his head swirl as he inhaled her opium of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” said Rufus. “Jevon, you catching that?”
“You’re only now scenting it?” asked Jevon.
“Scenting what?” asked Jennifer.
“Your arousal,” said Rufus. “It’s sweeter than marionberry mead and twice as intoxicating.”
“You mean…you two can tell…when I’m…” started Jennifer, blushing.
“That’s right,” said Rufus. “Either that or your perfume just so happens to smell exactly like a curvy woman in lust with two handsome shifters. Take your pick.”
Jennifer undid the button of her shorts and winked at Rufus. “Find out for sure.”
Rufus ripped her shorts off, sliding them past her ankles and tossing them aside, and he reached up her legs, expecting to find another layer of fabric, but instead, he felt her tuft.
“Oh, I see,” said Rufus. “It seems you were prepared for tonight.”
“I’ve been prepared every time I’ve seen you two since you came to the bakery,” said Jennifer. “Can’t believe it’s taken you this frikkin’ long to claim me. I was starting to think you’d changed your — ah!”
Jennifer took in a gasp of air as Rufus entered her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her out slightly as he took his merry time making his way down Drury’s lane.
“Fuck,” cursed Jennifer.
“That is what I’m doing,” said Rufus cheekily. “Prop yourself up.”
Jennifer obeyed, putting herself up on her elbows. She felt her buttons come apart. She looked down. A pair of hands was unbuttoning her blouse, but the hands did not belong to Rufus.
Jennifer looked up. Jevon was above her. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead.
“I guess there are some perks to being in a ménage,” grumbled Rufus.
“Of course, there are,” said Jennifer. “Well — for me.” Jennifer felt something brush against her head and realized it was Jevon — well, a part of Jevon. She reached up and touched Jevon’s cock.
“Oh, fuck,” cursed Jevon as Jennifer massaged his shaft. “You don’t want me to blow that quickly, do you?”
“What was that about me and blowing?” joked Jennifer, moving his shaft down so she could lick the head.
“You really are wicked, you know that?” said Jevon.
“Then you’re going to have to punish me later,” said Jennifer with a wink before popping the cock back into her mouth.
“Fuck,” groaned Rufus. “It’s too good.”
“It?” asked Jennifer. “I have a name, and I’m a ‘her.’”
“Does your honeypot have a name?” asked Rufus, raising a brow. “Plus — Jennifer, would I ever call you ‘good?’”
“Damn it, Rufus, I —” started Jennifer, but then, Rufus slid out of her with a pop, and Jevon was between her knees.
“Howdy, ma’am,” said Jevon. “Mind if I cut in?”
“Go ahead,” said Jennifer. “Pro tip — if I were looking for a cowboy, I would’ve stayed in Texas.”
“I thought your story was that you came to this town for a job,” said Jevon. “If I’d known you were just here looking for hot lumberjacks that wanted curvy women, well…”
“Well what?” asked Jennifer.
“I wouldn’t’ve changed a gosh dang thing,” said Jevon, sliding into Jennifer. Jennifer let out a moan as she felt Jevon inside her for the first time.
Rufus wiped himself off with one of the moist towelettes he’d had the foresight to pack in the picnic basket and watched as Jevon slid into Jennifer. That wasn’t particularly interesting. He’d rather see his cock sliding in and out of that hole — which was why he was cleaning himself off, getting ready to try out Jennifer’s mouth again.
No — what had made Rufus’s rock-hard erection stiffen was watching Jennifer’s eyes roll back into her head, as her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, and as she let out small whimpers of pleasure. As messed up as it was, a bit of him wanted to see her cry — tears of pleasure, tears of pain from the pleasure, something along those lines.
But, if her tears wouldn’t wetten his cock, he could provide something else that was salty, and he was sure she could find something wet to go along with it.
Rufus walked over to Jennifer and stood above her.
Jennifer felt something hit her forehead. She looked up. It was a testicle. If she were feeling generous and poetic, she’d say the cleanshaven scrotum resembled twin moons view from some fantastical alien planet, the aurora in the background completing the picture that was straight of science-fiction, yet proved to be an erotic fantasy.
But, she was not feeling generous, or poetic.
She was feeling greedy, and bawdy, and acting on her base instincts.
“Do that one more time, and see what happens,” challenged Jennifer.
So of course, Rufus tapped her right on the nose with his dong
“Technically…I didn’t do that again,” said Rufus, before
preceding to once more hit Jennifer in the forehead with a nut, like a very angry squirrel pelting food at its neighbor.
“Oh, that does it,” growled Jennifer, and for a second, Rufus was sure she’d castrate him before he could claim her. There wasn’t any sharp cutlery in the picnic basket — which meant that whatever tool she used would hurt like heck.
Instead, Jennifer slipped herself away from Jevon and turned around, so she was on her hands and knees, and looked up at Rufus.
“So, what’s my punishment again?” asked Rufus.
“Having to hold back while you wait for me to come,” said Jennifer.
Jennifer reached up, grabbed Rufus’ shaft, stroked it, and felt herself wetten as she watched Rufus’ eyes go wide. The power she had over him turned her on. Rufus was taller than her, broader than her, brawnier than her…but he wasn’t stronger than her.
The rose petal had torn down the log cabin after all.
Rufus bit his lower lip. Within minutes, Jennifer had him close to the edge. Within seconds of that, he was close to blowing, which is why he forced himself to pull out. He looked around, desperate to see something that wouldn’t make him blow his load before his eyes rested on the cornbread.
He never thought cornbread would save his frikkin’ day, but it did. He thought about the cornbread, its crumbly golden texture, its sweet taste, and soon, his cock softened a bit
“You know, you have to play along if you want to claim your mate,” chastised Jevon.
“Oh, and I will,” said Rufus, sitting back down on the blanket. He slid a hand between Jennifer’s legs and touched her right at the now-bottom of her slit, as she was taken doggy-style by Jevon, who was managing to hold back by thinking about the potato salad.
Jennifer was the only one not thinking about food.
Jennifer bit her lower lip as Rufus played with her and then let out a gasp. Rufus pulled away just as he felt her coming to the edge.
“Why’d you stop?” asked Jevon. “She was close.”
“And she was naughty,” said Rufus. “She tried to sabotage me.”
“You’re the wicked one,” said Jennifer.
