by Casey Morgan
I stayed there on my hands and knees, unable to move. I was shaking. Killian staggered back against the wall and Donovan steadied himself on my ass for a minute.
“Oh, shit,” he gasped. “Holy shit. I’m lightheaded. I think I need some water.”
Aiden started passing out water bottles to everyone. In the middle of all the sex, he had slipped out of the room, run downstairs and found some bottles and came back. He was truly a hero.
“You guys thirsty, too? Sex makes you thirsty,” he noted. It was clear that our session had really blown his mind. It was cute. “Here you go.”
Donovan pulled out slowly and I collapsed on the bed, shaking. There was another wave of orgasms.
I gestured for Aiden to set the water bottle somewhere. Killian chugged his bottle. Donovan was cleaning up in the bathroom.
“Can we go again?” asked Aiden.
“I think—” I panted. “I think I need a little pit stop first. Let’s take a break, eh?”
“You want a quick rinse off, luv?” offered Donovan. “Got plenty of towels and whatnot in there.”
“Yeah,” I panted. “Just— just a minute, though. You guys go first. I’m still a little wobbly.”
“Anyone else? No? All right then,” he said, turning back into the bathroom.
Donovan grabbed a quick shower. He had a very small bathroom, so we had to take turns.
After a few minutes, we were all clean. Killian had, at some point, run downstairs and whipped up a quick cheeseboard. The thirst turned into hunger and it was much appreciated.
“So, what did you think, lad?” Killian asked Aiden. “Did you imagine that sharing a girl would be like this?”
“No, actually,” smiled Aiden. “But the best thing is that I don’t have to describe it to ya. That was the part I was a little worried about. Finding you guys and describing everything in a bar or something.”
“Why do guys always feel the need to describe their sexual exploits?” I asked.
“Like women don’t do it,” scoffed Killian.
“No, we talk about the impact of the sex,” I clarified. “Its effect. How it made us feel. What it means for the relationship. The actual sex itself is secondary.”
“But you do talk about it,” pointed out Aiden.
“Well, at least you’re all the way in Ireland,” added Donovan, pouring shots again. “It’s not like we know anyone you would talk to.”
I must’ve gotten a guilty look on my face.
“What? You do?” asked Donovan. “Who could— Oh, no.”
“What? Who is it?” asked Aiden.
“Who’s the only woman she knows in Luck’s Hollow?” asked Donovan.
“My sister-in-law?” snapped Aiden. “You’ve been talking to her about us?”
“Yes and she’s my second cousin twice removed, by the way, so it’s okay, she’s family,” I explained. “Don’t worry. I said nice things.”
“Oh, my God,” worried Aiden. “Was it okay? When you report back, will you give her a raving review?”
“Yeah, you were great,” I assured him. “Kinda hard not to be great with that python you got.”
Aiden blushed and then laughed. Then we all laughed. It was a fun night.
“So, I’m wondering,” said Aiden. “What was the proper etiquette for all this? I don’t know.”
“Well, with a regular couple, ye want to spoon her for a bit,” offered Donovan. “Sleep in each other’s arms and all. Then wake up in an hour and do it again. Ha, ha, ha.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s the thing when you’re with someone new. You just want to keep doing it for a while.”
“Oh, good,” said Aiden. “I thought I was the only one. Just let me know when you’re ready again.”
“This lad,” noted Killian. “It’s going to be hard to keep up with him, brother.”
“Oh, aye,” agreed Donovan. “We’ll have to get ourselves some Viagra or somethin’.”
“You guys look like you’re all ready to go,” I noted.
Things were definitely “looking up” for my boys. I got on all fours and presented my ass. I shook it with the butt plug.
“Can someone uncork me,” I asked. “I’m a dirty little genie.”
Killian slowly pulled the butt plug out and set it aside. Now was the more pragmatic part.
“Ooh, I want some of that,” he smiled. “How do you want to do this?”
“I’m going to lay on my side like this and you can have my butt, Donovan you do my pussy and Aiden, my mouth,” I coordinated. “You might want to lube up a bit, Killian.”
“Oh, aye,” he agreed. “Hand me that bottle, will ya, Donovan?”
Donovan passed it over.
“Keep it handy,” he said. “I think I need a go at that.”
“Is the ass better?” asked Aiden.
“I think you’re about to find out, lad,” laughed Donovan.
Donovan started playing with my pussy. He had such big and rough fingers. The first one he put inside me made me so wet. Killian lifted up my leg and slid his rapidly hardening penis into my ass. I gasped and tightened on his rod.
“Oh, yeah,” he said appreciatively.
Aiden approached me. He was already pretty hard.
“I like your big cock, Aiden,” I praised. “Let me see how these balls taste.”
“Oooooh,” moaned Aiden as I licked them.
Donovan was now playing with my clit with one hand, while sliding his condom on with the other.
“You ready for two, babe?” he asked.
“Yes,” I panted. “Give me mooooore.”
On the word “more,” Donovan unexpectedly pushed right into me. Now Killian and he were both inside me. I was packed tight and I was seeing stars.
Never had I experienced a sensation so incredible, intense and sexual. It was no wonder Shanna was into this. She had found the sexual Nirvana.
My ass and pussy were stretched in new and amazing ways. I was overcome and couldn’t speak. I continued to stroke Aiden with my hand.
“Are you okay?” asked Aiden, genuinely concerned.
I nodded because that was all I could do. I was gushing all over Donovan’s penis as Killian’s cock rattled around in my ass in the most amazing way. No butt plug could accomplish what his dick could.
Finally, I gained enough composure to go back to licking and tickling Aiden’s balls. Mostly, I just pushed my face in them and moaned. He seemed to enjoy the vibration.
“Oh, God,” said Aiden. “Wait. I want to try.”
Killian came. He nearly lost his balance, but Donovan lent a hand to keep him on his feet.
“Oh. Oh shit, shit,” he moaned. “Uhn. Ahhhh. That was incredible, lass.”
Killian staggered back and flopped down in a chair. Aiden grabbed a condom and rushed to put it on.
“Please use the lube,” I requested.
Donovan pulled out and then took his position at my ass.
“Hold up, lad,” he said. “Let me finish. I’m almost done.”
Donovan squirted the lube on his condom and handed it to Aiden. His fat cock stretched my ass and I gasped.
“Oh. So tight,” I moaned.
I seized on his cock with my ass muscles. It didn’t take more than a few thrusts and Donovan came. His moans were half human and half lion. He then slowly pulled out and nearly fell back on the same seat his brother was sitting. Staggering away, he found another seat.
“Oooh, my knees are buckling,” he laughed.
Aiden now lubed himself up. My ass was getting quite the work out. I waited.
My ass was still gaping a little. Aiden pushed in. His cock was so big, I winced.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Slowly.”
Aiden stopped.
“No, don’t stop, but go slowly, please,” I requested.
He very slowly pushed in and I fell face first onto the bed, biting the sheets. His long, deep dick just kept penetrating me and opening me up.
I wondered when
it was going to stop. I had never been so deeply penetrated before. To have an elf that you care so much about that deep inside you – it was something special.
I kept cumming and shaking inside. My muscles gripped his dick, which made him moan and made things tighter.
Finally, Aiden came and his cum filled the condom. I could feel the hot load inside the condom and it stimulated my insides in a new way. I was ruined for regular sex now.
This was so mindblowingly good. I didn’t think I could ever go back. I had crossed some kind of sexual Rubicon and now I was on the other side of sexual exploration. It was everything Shanna said and more.
We eventually ended up in bed spooning, exhausted and drunk. It was perfect. And I never wanted it to end.
Chapter 19
Mila
We woke up the next day feeling very refreshed and without even a hangover. The boys were pretty anxious for me to spend time with them now that we were official.
“You’ve got to check out of Hennessey House and come here,” insisted Donovan. “Spend the rest of your time with us. I have a feeling you’d be over here a lot anyway.”
“I think you’re right,” I confessed, giving him a kiss. “I’ll go get my things and be back.”
“Oh, no,” thought Aiden aloud. “Are my brothers going to be mad that I made one of their guests leave early?”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I said, giving Aiden a kiss. “Shanna and I get along well. I think they’ll understand, Sweetie.”
“Donovan and I have a business meeting over the phone. You’re sure you’re okay to drive around here?” asked Killian. “Remember, left side.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, kissing him as well. “I won’t be long. I promise.”
Killian gave me the keys to one of the Odell’s supply vans so I could pop over and get my things. I was actually pretty nervous, driving on the wrong side of the road, but I had a feeling I should get used it. My relationship was going so well, I was seriously considering saying here. I mean, why not? This was great.
It was going to be an adjustment, that was for sure.
Who knows? I couldn’t help but think, not that I wanted to be negative. The elves might grow tired of sharing me.
Although I leapt into this with both feet, I needed to also remember that it might not work out. I might still end up going home and trying to get my fish back.
Driving to the bar was a little nerve-wracking. I kept under the speed limit, but fortunately, I didn’t have to go very far. I parked in front of the Hennessey House and went inside. Brody was in the lobby sweeping up.
“Oh, Mila,” he said as soon as he saw me. “There was a visitor here for you, but she just left. You must’ve gotten up very early today.”
“Uh, yeah, early,” I pretended to agree. “Who was it? I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“I’m not sure. She was an older lady in a green shawl,” he explained. “You could probably catch her if you hurry.”
“Did she say anything?” I asked.
“No, but I think she was a McDonnell,” he said curiously. “She had the same sort of facial features, but I’ve never seen her before.”
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “That could be my grandmother. Which way?”
“To the right, I think,” said Brody.
I rushed out the door and headed down the street as fast as I could. I was looking all around.
The street was deserted behind me, but not ahead of me. In the great distance, I spotted what looked like an older woman in a green shawl.
“Excuse me,” I called out. “Wait. Ma’am? Hello. It’s me. I’m Mila Jackson. Were you looking for me? Hey. Hey.”
She didn’t seem to hear me, so I increased my pace. I was a little suspicious that this might be some sort of trap, so I kept checking from side to side and behind me.
No one seemed to be watching or following me, though.
Finally, I caught up to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Ma’am? Excuse me?” I called.
She turned around.
She looked a bit like Fiona McDonnell.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Were you just at Hennessey House asking for Mila? I’m Mila,” I explained.
Even as I spoke, I could see her eyes go wide in recognition.
“Yes, of course. I can see it,” she said excitedly. “You’re Aileen’s child. I’m Honora McDonnell. We need to talk, but in private. Will you get some tea with me?”
“Sure,” I agreed.
We went into a nearby café, got some tea and sat in the back. The place was mostly full of hipsters taking advantage of the free WiFi. We sat in silence with our tea for a little while. Finally, I broke the ice.
“Are you— Are you my grandmother?”
“Yes, dear,” she cried.
She hugged me and we both cried.
“I’m so sorry,” she wept. “At first, I wasn’t going to contact you. But when I heard how my sister-in-law treated you – well, I couldn’t stay silent any more. So many years have passed. Where did they go? I wasn’t there for you.”
“Shh-shh, it’s okay,” I said. “You’re here now. You can tell me the story.”
“Right,” she said, gathering her strength and wiping away the tears.
“Years ago, I met a young lad named Burt. We were in love, but we had no money,” she explained. “Those were different times. Burt took a job in Dublin and was supposed to send for me. I waited for the letter, but it never came. Not long after, I found out that was I pregnant with your mother. In those days, that was a mortal sin. I was shipped away with the nuns and forced to sign off on your mother. They told me she’d have a better life, in the States, with a married couple who wanted a child and had a good home to provide for her. Did she have a good life? Did she?”
It looked like she was going to break down completely as she asked me this. I felt so bad for her. And I also felt bad that my mother wasn’t here to meet her.
It felt so unfair, that fate had taken her away before she was able to fulfill the goal of her research and meet some members of her biological family. She so would have loved to have met her mother, I was sure of it.
“She did,” I said, tearing up again. “But I’m afraid she passed away recently. From cancer.”
“My baby’s dead,” she wailed. “I never got to tell her I was sorry. And that I love her.”
For a few minutes, Honora was inconsolable. We hugged again and cried. I got us some napkins and after a few more minutes, we composed ourselves.
“I’m so sorry,” she wept.
“Me too,” I said. “But she wanted more than anything to find you and for us to meet. And here I am.”
“’Tis a blessing to see you with my eyes,” she said, smiling. “When I think of all the years I lost…”
“Don’t think about that,” I said. “Today is a new day. I’m here, you’re here – we can be family.”
It was truly devastating that she and my mother hadn’t had a chance to reconnect. But I was glad to find a loving family member here in Luck’s Hollow. It made my whole trip to Ireland worthwhile.
Not that I didn’t love my new relationship with the elves. But I felt that meeting them had let me break my own spell of grief, so that I could truly connect with my grandmother and perhaps help her out with her own wave of grief that was just starting and which sadly I knew only too well.
Perhaps the timing of meeting her had just been perfect, even though I had been wishing I could meet someone like her earlier, upon my first arrival.
“If you’ll have me,” she said sadly. “After I tell you the rest of my story. For surely, I do not deserve your love.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” I dismissed. “Tell me what happened.”
“After they took your mother away from me, then sent me home,” she explained. “But I was shunned by the village for being a McDonnell and I was shunned by the other McDonnells for bringing shame on the family. I h
ad no money. I was completely dependent upon Ailbe. I’ve been trapped on that farm ever since.”
“What happened to Burt?” I asked.
“Ailbe told me he had gone to America when he found out I was pregnant,” she explained. “And that he never loved me.”
“Are you sure that’s even true?” I asked. “Did you have any way to contact him?”
“No,” she sighed. “I had heard he moved back to Ireland a few years ago, but—”
“We’ll find him,” I said excitedly. “I’ll drive you to his house right now. What’s his last name?”
“McBain, but— No, dear,” she said.
I started searching on my phone for Burts in the area.
“It’ll be easy. He’ll be glad to see you,” I assured her.
“No. I couldn’t take that,” she cried. “No.”
Honora got up and rushed out of the café. Before I could get up, I felt someone push me back down in the seat and then sit down in Honora’s place. It was Peter. He was eating a scone and getting crumbs all over his face and down his shirt.
“I warned you,” she said with a mouthful of scone. “Now you’ve gone and upset my daft auntie.”
“She’s not daft,” I insisted. “Your father’s a monster.”
“Hey. Don’t talk about my family that way,” he insisted. “What gives you the right? Fucking American. Walk into this village and muck about. You don’t have any concern for anyone other than yourself. This is why I didn’t want you here and why I told you to get out.”
“Listen, I’m a McDonnell, you thick skulled idiot,” I said, while seething. “I came here to research my family history. Imagine my shock to learn that I’m related to you.”
“That’s not nice,” said Peter. “Not nice at all.”
Peter shoved the rest of the scone into his mouth. The crumbs went everywhere. He didn’t seem to care. He was still staring me down.
With all that dry pastry, he took a long sip of Honora’s tea, choked a little and spit some back into the cup. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
I would’ve gotten up, but I was a bit transfixed with his behavior. It was like watching a caveman.
“What is wrong with you and your kin?” I asked him.
