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shook her head.
“Do you hunger?”
Her gaze met his, and she wondered what his question meant. Or even what her answer would be.
“No.”
“Come here, Noele.”
She flew forward, then hid her wings within her body so they would not be injured or crushed during the consummation.
“You are beautiful.”
She had not expected to hear him praise her, and warmed without benefit of magic. “Thank you.”
“Do you fear me?”
“No, of course not,” she lied.
“You’re trembling.”
“This is new. I…I do not know what to expect.”
One corner of his mouth curved into a smile. Her heart leaped and a sudden urge to lick that slight curve of lips overwhelmed her.
“We will not harm you tonight. You are aware of Roarke’s role in the consummation?” She nodded. “I am well aware of elvin marriage custom. I have been prepared to accept both of you this eve.” And possibly, she’d be leaving with Roarke on the morrow, if Garick so decreed. Why did that thought cause such misery? She did not really know either man, and yet some invisible thread drew her to Garick.
“Roarke will swear allegiance to you as he does to me, bonded through elvin magic. This must occur on consummation eve. He will penetrate you, merge with you, become one with you, as will I. Afterward, the three of us will be connected telepathically in the same way that Roarke and I have since our blood was spilled and merged during our childhood rite.”
Noele nodded, barely listening to Garick recite the official elvin custom. Her mind raced ahead to the sexual activities she would experience tonight. Despite wanting to object, despite the fact she had no choice, her pussy dampened at the thought of taking both men at the same time, to merge with them physically, mentally, spiritually.
Garick poured goblets filled with wiloa, handing one to both her and Roarke. He lifted his in the air. “To magic, to marriage and to both the elvin and faerie. May this consummation join our people, our lands, and our future, so that we may be united as one.”
She drank, barely tasting the sweet wine. Yet it filled her with warmth, with relaxation, with anticipation.
Thrusting aside her worries, she mentally prepared for what was to come, bound and determined to at least enjoy this one night with Garick and Roarke. Tomorrow was out of her hands. Tonight she would become initiated into sex with a man. With two men.
She resolved to enjoy every moment.
It was strange to be standing naked in the room with two fully-clothed men. And yet she felt no embarrassment. Soon, they would all be naked and enjoying pleasures that until now she had only dreamed of.
“We will take things slowly, Noele. Neither of us wish to frighten you. In this regard and as we begin, we wish for you to take the lead. You will tell us how quickly or slowly to proceed.” Noele shuddered. At least in this, their beginning together, he gave her some control. For that she was grateful.
Where to start? What did she want? Them, naked, as a beginning. “I want to undress both of you.” Garick nodded and motioned Roarke to stand at his side. “Then undress us.” She began with Roarke, unbuttoning his shirt, her gaze focused on his face. His gaze caught and held hers, his dark eyes melting her. Heat singed her shaking fingers as she fought to release the buttons on his shirt, but finally she managed and slipped her fingers through the down of dark hair on his chest.
Built solid, his muscles rippled under her touch. She moved her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off, marveling at his muscular chest. His waist was lean, his stomach flat, the dark hairs curling softly into his breeches. Then she kneeled, her face in line with the button of his breeches. She gazed up and watched his face as she slipped the button from its cover, opening his breeches and sliding them over his hips. She removed his boots and pants, moving her hands over his calves and steely thighs.
Truly,
“Do you hunger?”
Her gaze met his, and she wondered what his question meant. Or even what her answer would be.
“No.”
“Come here, Noele.”
She flew forward, then hid her wings within her body so they would not be injured or crushed during the consummation.
“You are beautiful.”
She had not expected to hear him praise her, and warmed without benefit of magic. “Thank you.”
“Do you fear me?”
“No, of course not,” she lied.
“You’re trembling.”
“This is new. I…I do not know what to expect.”
One corner of his mouth curved into a smile. Her heart leaped and a sudden urge to lick that slight curve of lips overwhelmed her.
“We will not harm you tonight. You are aware of Roarke’s role in the consummation?” She nodded. “I am well aware of elvin marriage custom. I have been prepared to accept both of you this eve.” And possibly, she’d be leaving with Roarke on the morrow, if Garick so decreed. Why did that thought cause such misery? She did not really know either man, and yet some invisible thread drew her to Garick.
“Roarke will swear allegiance to you as he does to me, bonded through elvin magic. This must occur on consummation eve. He will penetrate you, merge with you, become one with you, as will I. Afterward, the three of us will be connected telepathically in the same way that Roarke and I have since our blood was spilled and merged during our childhood rite.”
Noele nodded, barely listening to Garick recite the official elvin custom. Her mind raced ahead to the sexual activities she would experience tonight. Despite wanting to object, despite the fact she had no choice, her pussy dampened at the thought of taking both men at the same time, to merge with them physically, mentally, spiritually.
Garick poured goblets filled with wiloa, handing one to both her and Roarke. He lifted his in the air. “To magic, to marriage and to both the elvin and faerie. May this consummation join our people, our lands, and our future, so that we may be united as one.”
She drank, barely tasting the sweet wine. Yet it filled her with warmth, with relaxation, with anticipation.
Thrusting aside her worries, she mentally prepared for what was to come, bound and determined to at least enjoy this one night with Garick and Roarke. Tomorrow was out of her hands. Tonight she would become initiated into sex with a man. With two men.
She resolved to enjoy every moment.
It was strange to be standing naked in the room with two fully-clothed men. And yet she felt no embarrassment. Soon, they would all be naked and enjoying pleasures that until now she had only dreamed of.
“We will take things slowly, Noele. Neither of us wish to frighten you. In this regard and as we begin, we wish for you to take the lead. You will tell us how quickly or slowly to proceed.” Noele shuddered. At least in this, their beginning together, he gave her some control. For that she was grateful.
Where to start? What did she want? Them, naked, as a beginning. “I want to undress both of you.” Garick nodded and motioned Roarke to stand at his side. “Then undress us.” She began with Roarke, unbuttoning his shirt, her gaze focused on his face. His gaze caught and held hers, his dark eyes melting her. Heat singed her shaking fingers as she fought to release the buttons on his shirt, but finally she managed and slipped her fingers through the down of dark hair on his chest.
Built solid, his muscles rippled under her touch. She moved her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off, marveling at his muscular chest. His waist was lean, his stomach flat, the dark hairs curling softly into his breeches. Then she kneeled, her face in line with the button of his breeches. She gazed up and watched his face as she slipped the button from its cover, opening his breeches and sliding them over his hips. She removed his boots and pants, moving her hands over his calves and steely thighs.
Truly,
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