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  “It’s a pleasure to put a name to him.” Garrin leaned down and placed the cat on the floor, urging him to the stairs. “But we don’t desire his company at this time. Only yours.”

  Hanna’s hands fluttered at her sides, and Lear could sense her growing nervousness. He stroked a palm down her arm and stepped close so she could be reassured. Phoebus thumped down the stairs as she reached behind her and opened one of the doors. It swung open to reveal a small room dominated by a bed shrouded in tumbled white linens and a small, painted clothespress opposite. His prong stiffened at the promise of pleasure that awaited them on the soft mattress.

  With a little murmur she stepped over the threshold and turned to face them, her eyes shining as she licked her lips. “How do we…what do you want me to do?”

  “Simply receive the caresses we long to bestow.” Garrin strode to her side and placed a palm on her cheek, and her eyes fluttered shut. His other hand worked at the buttons holding the sides of her gown together and they soon fell apart. Lear took in her pale skin, the curves of her small breasts, and the patch of hair at the apex of her shapely legs. The dark leather of the boots made a stark contrast to the creaminess of her slim legs and he hoped his mate was of the same mind to have her remain shod throughout their encounter.

  She sighed when Garrin ran his hand down the center of her body and splayed his fingers along her rounded belly. Unable to keep his distance any longer, Lear came to them, giving his mate a pleased glance before leaning in to bestow a kiss on Hanna’s parted lips. She tasted as sweet as she looked and he licked at her until she allowed him to slide his tongue inside. They were pressed so closely together he could feel Garrin’s arm moving along her body and he wondered briefly if his mate had already delved into her sex, but her eager response to his kiss distracted him and he allowed her to suckle at his lips and tongue in turn.

  He broke off the caress when he felt someone tugging at his belt and looked down to see Garrin had transferred his attention there. His mate deftly removed the leathers around his waist and tugged the suede leggings down. Lear grinned at him, pleased his mate’s enthusiasm mirrored his own. The large bulge of Garrin’s aroused prong straining for freedom seemed to indicate there would be no more hesitation. He helped Garrin remove his lower garments and they both shrugged out of their tunics as one, turning to allow Hanna to see them fully. She gasped.

  “Oh, you’re both so…so well made,” she whispered as she stared, her gaze fixed just below their waists as she glanced from one erect prong to the other. Lear was proud of his physique and naturally found Garrin’s to be entrancing, so it was all to the good she concurred. She shifted her shoulders and allowed her gown to fall to the floor where it joined their discarded leathers. As she leaned down to unfasten the boots, Lear stayed her with a hand on her shoulder.

  “Please allow them to remain, if you would.”

  She straightened and frowned slightly. “Really? Why?”

  Garrin took her hand and placed it on his waist as he cupped one of her round hips. “We like the look, and the added height and bindings might make some activities more pleasing.”

  Her lips parted in a small “o,” and her lashes fluttered. “I never thought, never realized. When I was with Edwin we simply parted our clothes enough to allow the act since we had to be hasty. When you disrobed I simply followed suit.”

  “No matter. However we find you will arouse us thoroughly.” Lear reached out and cupped her breast, liking how the nipple beaded against his palm as he squeezed gently. Garrin stroked her belly and she placed her hands on their shoulders, her palms pressing hard as she balanced between them. His mate nuzzled her neck and she turned her head, seeking his mouth for a deep kiss. Without hesitation she allowed them to lower her to the bed as they remained standing and she reclined, her legs modestly pressed together even as her breasts thrust out from her chest.

  Lear knelt in front of her and rested his hands on her leather-covered knees, pressing gently as she slowly relaxed her thighs and allowed them to part. Edging between them, he draped first one, then the other leg over his shoulder, his gaze seeking the sweet flesh of her sex. With a little sigh of acceptance, she scooted closer to him, finally exposing all of her most private folds to his gaze. She was pink and swollen and already shiny with welcoming fluids.

  Garrin climbed onto the bed and kissed her, her body shifting as he positioned himself on the soft mattress. Her scent assailed Lear and he drew it in with deep breaths, priming himself for the flavor he’d soon find on his tongue. Nuzzling the soft skin of her inner thighs, he grinned as she squealed in apparent surprise. Evidently doltish Edwin hadn’t thought to press his untutored mouth to her most tender flesh. Foolish man. Her hands tangled in his hair and he shivered, the sensation of her fingernails dragging across his scalp exquisitely arousing.

  Using his fingertips, he parted her lips. Her whole body flinched, but she didn’t roll away. He pressed his mouth to her wet flesh, tracing along her folds, tonguing at the dimple of her entrance, listening to her gasp and cry out with apparent wonder. The musky tang of her fluids filled his mouth. Her soft cries turned to deep moans when he lapped at her protruding little lullo, and her thighs drew up and apart in response. He gripped her leather-clad ankles and held tight, liking the way the smooth material slid against his skin. Glancing up her body, he saw that Garrin was plucking at her berry-pink nipples with one hand while stroking his prong with the other. Nimble-fingered man.

  Taking advantage of the cunning design of the boot’s heels, he threaded his thumbs in the holes and pressed her feet back, widening the spread of her legs even more and giving her the illusion she was immobilized. Hanna voiced a shaky cry as she leaned her head back against Garrin.

  A few more touches with the flat of his tongue and she broke apart, her body thrashing as she arched against the disordered bed. Her tart flavor filled his mouth and coated his chin and he kept up the feathery strokes as she continued to climax, her body finally easing to stillness as she stretched and sighed. The room was quiet other than their breathing and the slippery sound of skin moving against linen. Lear looked at Garrin, who studied Hanna’s naked form with great intensity. More to come, was all he could think as he slowly released his grip on the boot’s heels.

  ****

  Hanna struggled to catch her breath and understand what had just transpired. Those fumbled unions with poor Edwin had never made her feel like this. Her body had been transformed into some mad, pulsing, needy thing and the intensity of the sensations Lear and Garrin had provoked were almost frightening. She’d allowed these men, nay, these elves, to leap to such intimacies with her. She hadn’t put up even a token resistance. Because she’d wanted it.

  Garrin stared at her and she couldn’t look away, even though she was desperate to see what Lear might do to her next. Her limbs trembled against her thin mattress and she wondered what she was supposed to say or do. Garrin’s naked body fascinated her. His broad chest and muscular abdomen almost distracted her from the thick male member jutting from his groin.

  “You were well pleased, were you not?” Garrin asked and she nodded dumbly. She’d never known her body could achieve such an incredible thing. “Would you care for more?”

  “What did he do to me?” she managed to utter, thankful the words hadn’t become lodged in her throat. “Was it magic?”

  Garrin grinned and leaned close. “Entirely natural.”

  “Then I’d like to again, please.” She couldn’t help but employ as polite a tone as she possibly could while sprawled naked in front of two near-strangers. She didn’t want to run the risk of offending them and having them withdraw from her bed. Garrin shot his mate a look and the bed shifted as Lear crawled up next to her, angling his body so she rolled his way. He was warm and firm and his cock pressed blatantly against her lower belly. Her sex clenched and she couldn’t hold back a little gasp. He ran his hand up her side and cupped her breast.

  “We usually share the act, but
considering your unfamiliarity I think you should decide what you’d like.” As Garrin spoke he crowded in against her back, his hand sliding to her hip as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. One big man pressed to her front, the other behind, and though the weight of their bodies would have made it impossible for her to move, she had no inclination to do so. They were big and warm and their skin was surprisingly smooth. Strong hands traced over her body, discovering sensitive places and ticklish spots that she hadn’t known she possessed. It was difficult to determine whose fingers parted her sex first, or if it was Garrin or Lear who gently slid a digit into her channel. The shocking but welcome sensation made her gasp and she stiffened for a moment, staring at Lear as he watched her reactions. The pull of her body’s needs compelled her to rock her hips, brushing her aching clit against the palm of one of their hands. It didn’t seem to matter who.

  The men didn’t speak to each other as she’d expected, but while they whispered words of praise to her as they arranged her arms and legs to their liking, she realized they’d made love to each other often enough they didn’t need to communicate. This experience was all about including her.

  Lear nuzzled her lips and angled her head back so she was nestled between he and Garrin, then drew back to allow his mate to kiss her. The elf ran his tongue along her upper lip and she shook, almost distracted from the steady rhythm of strokes inside her sheath. Her lips were swollen and she licked them to ease the slight burn they’d developed. She’d never had so many deep caresses in her life. Their warm breath heated her skin. She could only pant and yearn for more.

  Lear reached between their bodies and grasped her inner thigh, lifting her whole leg over his hip. His damp cock slid up her belly and she wondered if it was her perspiration or his that had made it wet. Garrin somehow managed to get even closer to her and she could feel every inch of his hard chest and abdomen grinding against the soft flesh of her back. His finger, for that was who it had to have been, left her sex with a slippery sound and was quickly replaced with a smooth, wide object pressed to the hot dent of her opening. When she’d studied their cocks before, she’d been impressed with their pleasing shape and more than a little intimidated by their size, so when he hitched his hips closer and she felt the tip barely slide in past the natural resistance of her body, she cried out in a mix of pleasure and anxiety.

  Garrin nipped at her shoulder and the unexpected pinch of near pain along her nerves made her grasp at Lear’s shoulder. A second nip steadied her and she almost welcomed the stretching sensation as Garrin thrust into her body. She moaned low in her throat and closed her eyes, everything concentrated on that one tender place in her body being assailed by such delicious force. With a grunt of effort, Garrin became seated fully within her and she marveled she could accept him. Relief filled her and she opened her eyes to find Lear watching her anxiously.

  “Are you well? I know his girth can be quite taxing.”

  Hanna nodded and swallowed hard, then flinched as Lear reached between them to slide his fingers along the wet folds of her cunny. How he managed to get his hand in position considering how tightly bound they all were, she couldn’t comprehend, but he was amazingly dexterous. The ache between her legs eased with each of his light touches and she again found herself rocking her hips to increase the friction. Garrin clamped a hand on her hip and matched her movements, his thick shaft plunging and withdrawing as he pressed his face to her neck and growled.

  “You are lovelier to stroke than the most delicate harp string,” Lear whispered.

  Tension tightened her muscles and for a few seconds she wondered how this was possible, if she could survive such physical stimulation. Everything jolted in her body and she arched back into Garrin who held her steady even as he increased the pace of his thrusts, going deeper with irregular strokes that seemed to indicate his own imminent crisis. Lear murmured about her beauty as he kept up his steady stimulation of her throbbing clit. Over the pounding of her pulse and gasps for air, Hanna could hear the wet sounds of suction as Garrin plunged into her. She fell into ecstasy. Flashes of light filled her vision as she cried out and came, her limbs convulsing as a weak cry of pleasure left her throat. Everything left her; the worry about her future, the fear for her father, her frustration with her lot in life, all extinguished as a flame of joy swept through her body and heart.

  ****

  Garrin held Hanna close as the last shudders of their shared climaxes lessened. His firm prong throbbed a final time before it began to lessen and he regretted he’d be leaving the tight welcome of her sex so soon. She sighed in his arms and Lear caressed her cheek as her eyes fluttered shut. With a little tug he pulled free of her and allowed his softening prong to rest against her inner thigh. Lear shifted her leg higher on his hip and she moaned, likely still experiencing some residual pleasure as he stretched her folds. Garrin leaned back on an elbow and allowed them some room to begin play.

  Hanna was a vision. Garrin was well pleased with every inch of her. Though she resembled an elvish woman quite closely, there was a certain fragility and tenderness about her that brought out an urge to gather her close and shelter her, something he’d never experienced with any other bed partner. Lear had been right, as usual.

  He stroked one hand down her smooth back, relishing the feel of her small shoulder blades and soft muscles. He’d marked her when he’d fastened his teeth to her in preparation for mounting and he mouthed a few healing charms as he rubbed the pinkish dents. Lear, meanwhile, was kissing and fondling her, and Garrin watched closely to make sure she wasn’t too spent to receive him. Her little moans into his mouth and rolls of her hips seemed to indicate she’d accept another penetration. Forgetting his lethargy for the moment, he slid lower in the bed and reached to help position his mate properly. He’d learned her quim and of course knew Lear’s shape intimately, so was gratified when they both relaxed under his touch and allowed him to move them to best advantage.

  Lear’s reddish prong, long denied any sort of attention, reared to life under his touch and he gave his mate a few soothing strokes before guiding the smooth, full tip to Hanna’s petite opening. Her fragrant juices invited a taste, but he restrained himself, knowing Lear needed her more now. His mate shivered as he pushed in slightly and Hanna cried out, her leg lifting high as she strained. Slowly, Lear’s prong cleaved her body. Garrin watched, reliving his own recent invasion within the beautiful woman writhing in ecstasy before him.

  He stroked the smooth globes of her ass as Lear set himself to thrusting and Garrin was grateful his mate was cognizant enough of his presence to keep their bodies aligned in such a way that he could see them very well. If he’d been in Lear’s place, he would have rolled Hanna to her back and covered her with his body, holding her down at shoulders and hips as he rutted on her, relishing the feel of her soft breasts and hard little nipples trapped against his chest. But Lear was more careful to keep Hanna on her side with her sex as fully exposed as possible. His rigid prong, now liberally coated with her sweet liquid, plunged in and out of her flushed folds, the wet sound of their coupling joining in with the harsh sounds of breathing and the creak of the old bed beneath them.

  Garrin’s prong throbbed weakly, too spent to rise again so he might stroke himself to a quick release and join them. He wished he could spatter his seed against the soft flesh of Hanna’s ass, watch his white cum drip along her pale skin. Her tightly held little rear hole beckoned him and he requested Lear pause for a moment. His mate stroked a few times, then ceased his motion, blinking at him for an explanation. Garrin reached to where they were joined and coated his fingers with fluids, flicking at Hanna’s pouting lullo a few times, then gently stroking Lear’s full plums. His bedmates flushed and groaned at his ministrations.

  “Begin again, Lear, she’s close to ready,” he whispered.

  His mate nodded and kissed Hanna deeply and eased back into the rhythm he’d struck before. Again the mattress shifted and their bodies slapped together. Garrin used his
lubricated fingertips to press against the ring of Hanna’s rear hole and she squealed and craned her neck to try and see what he was doing to her. Lear was too close to his release to do more than grunt and increase the tempo of his strokes.

  “I’ll cease if it hurts.” He spoke up quickly, knowing full well she was under considerable strain, but hoping she’d accept this new sensation. It would only increase her pleasure, after all.

  “It doesn’t hurt.” Her voice trailed off in a wail and he managed to massage her a few times before she clenched down into a climax, a beautiful repetition of what she’d achieved before. Her back arched and her head fell back while she cried out with each contraction of her muscles, her fingers and toes curling as her skin flushed pink. Lear shouted and shuddered in that familiar song of his own release as he buried himself as deep as he could inside Hanna’s clenching sheath. Garrin squeezed her buttocks as she flailed, liking the way her body moved. He hoped he wouldn’t leave a mark, but would charm it away if he had. They clutched at each other as the pleasure brought them close to stupefaction and soon collapsed in an exhausted, damp heap of entangled limbs.

  Lear’s eyes were closed and he rolled onto his back with a sigh, his half-erect prong slipping free of Hanna’s pink folds as whitish fluids emerged from the dimple of her well-used entrance. Lear’s seed and Garrin’s, mingled within her body. The thought of it was wonderfully enticing and for a moment he wondered at the possibility of a child. By all accounts such a thing was extremely rare, the stuff of legends rather than an immediate matter to consider, so he pushed it from his mind. There were much more practical tasks for Lear and him to attend to when it came to Hanna than to speculate on a fey babe.

  Hanna sprawled facedown on the bed, her body heaving as she took in deep breaths. Garrin ran his hands up and down her legs before unlacing the silk and drawing the new boots from her little feet. They’d been too rushed to use the boots in any of the ways he’d imagined. He dropped them on the floor and rose, searching for a basin and pitcher of water. A brief exploration revealed a chipped pottery set atop a small stand behind a little screen and he wetted several cloths he found hanging from a bar. Returning to the bed, he stroked one hand down her back, then kneaded her buttock until she gave a little moan and spread her legs apart. Their little human was insatiable. However, more play was not an option. For now, he needed to set her to rights so she might sleep for whatever remained of the night. He intended to clean her upper legs first, then her sex. At his touch, Hanna flinched and rolled to her side, staring at him with wide, questioning eyes.