Jory Strong - Elven Surrender

Tynan shuddered. He couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and run his tongue through her wet slit.

He wanted to suck on her lower lips and clit, to fuck her repeatedly with his tongue and hear her sweet cries of surrender. Instead he crushed the bead as Wraith’s hands returned to caress her buttocks and hold them open.

Tynan rimmed her back entrance with his fingers, coated her opening in preparation for Wraith to take her. It was beyond erotic, beyond anything he’d ever imagined—to share a woman this way, to intimately ready her for pleasure with another man.

He didn’t care that Wraith would be the first to take her virgin orifice. Though they’d been strangers before, now they were bound by more than the shared goal of restoring harmony and prosperity to the border region they’d rule together. They were bound to a woman, their future tied irrevocably to hers once she became elf.

It was different for elflings raised in an enclave. Though their magic was as weak as a human witch or warlock’s, they were taught the words and gestures necessary to control their power once they passed from half human to fully elf.

Silver was full of wild magic. It was no small matter to see an elfling raised among humans through the change. Because she hadn’t been taken in as an infant or small child, she hadn’t gone through the necessary welcoming rites.

When she arrived at the Cusp of Change, he and Wraith would have to bind their magic to hers as they triggered the spell making her elf. It was a joining that couldn’t be undone, a safeguard built into their race.

If other elves had seen the mark on Silver’s palm they would have left her to become fully human. But as Tynan worked a lubricated finger into her back entrance, he felt a sureness that went soul deep. This was meant to be. She was meant for them.

The magic was building inside her. It was like a flame licking over him, filling his cock and testicles and heart—ready to rush in and consume him but in the process make him whole. When he and Wraith took her together and called the spell, earth, wind and fire would meld together in a passionate conflagration.

He captured his cock with his free hand, stroked it from base to tip as he worked another finger into Silver. Her moans filled the bathing chamber and were joined by the sounds his own rough, fast breathing. The way she rocked back and forth, wanted this as desperately as he and Wraith, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any produced by a spell.

Heat rolled off Wraith. Muscles flexed in his arms with the strain of watching. When Silver began begging, asking to be fucked, Tynan knew his brother wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

“Enough,” Wraith said and Silver closed her eyes in anticipation. She’d dreamed about being taken like this, of being readied for two lovers.

A whimper escaped as Tynan’s fingers left her and Wraith’s cock head pressed against her opening. He was silky heat, velvety steel.

She pushed back on him, enticed him, felt thrilled when his breath became ragged as he slowly penetrated her. Fire burned up her spine and settled in her nipples. For an instant she wished they were in the bedroom so she could lower her chest and rub the pebbled tips of her breasts against the bedding. But then Tynan was out of the water and kneeling in front of her, cupping her, tweaking the hard points between his fingers, tugging at nipples made more tender by the suckling they’d received.

Lust shuddered through her, not only from the dark carnality of Wraith’s penis claiming her, but from the sight of Tynan’s cock and heavy balls, from the feel of his hands on her breasts and Wraith’s on her pussy. She took Tynan in her mouth, moaned against his hard flesh as Wraith seated himself fully.

The fire quenched earlier returned in a rush, burning hotter, fiercer, demanding even more from her. It roared, so loud she couldn’t hear her heartbeat, couldn’t think as Wraith began moving, fucking in and out of her forbidden entrance.

She felt more powerful each time Wraith thrust, each time she sucked hungrily on Tynan’s cock. The passion built, filled her like gathered magic.

Their ragged panting and moans became the words of a spell. Wraith’s fingers circling, stroking, tugging on her clit became the trigger. She came before they did, clenched and shuddered then reveled in the sounds of their shouts of release as they gave her their essence.

Afterward they settled in the heated water of the tub. Wraith took her hand and turned it over so The Mark was visible.

Fear whispered through Silver. It was even darker, even more pronounced, as if her future was being branded into her palm.

He traced it with his thumb, opened his mouth to say something but before he could speak an unnatural wind poured into the bathing chamber.

“Trespasser?”Tynan asked.

In answer Wraith released her hand so his own could trace patterns in the air. The motions were accompanied by words spoken in a language she’d never heard.

The surface of the water in front of them silvered like a mirror used for scrying, then filled with the image of her cousin standing in a small clearing. Silver gasped when Wraith’s hands moved as he began a new spell. She grabbed his wrists to still their motion, scared of the expression on his face.

“Please don’t punish her for trespassing. That’s Joelle. My cousin.”

The darkness cleared from Wraith’s face like a wind chasing away a storm. He twisted in her grip so his fingers encircled her wrists. Heat flared between them. Her pulse thundered against his palms just as his pulse throbbed against hers—beating together as though they were connected by something deeper than lust.

She felt his smile. It flowed into her like a summer breeze.

He leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss. “Do not fear for your cousin. Her trespass is forgiven if worry for you brings her into elven lands.”

Their hands fell away though immediately Silver sought renewed contact. She found Wraith and Tynan’s thighs underneath the water and smoothed over their muscles as she studied the images captured by Wraith’s scrying spell.

Joelle looked frantic. It surprised Silver, and humbled her. Despite having been raised together, she and Joelle had never been as close as sisters.

Early on, before puberty, she’d been the stronger witch and Joelle had resented her for it. But after puberty, when Joelle’s abilities grew until she became the more powerful one, they’d lived peacefully together.

They spent a great deal of time with one another though they didn’t exchange secrets. Joelle seemed to relish the task of helping Silver learn spells she’d already mastered, and in exchange, Silver often accompanied her cousin to clubs.

Silver laughed softly as her hand encountered Wraith and Tynan’s cocks. Every witch’s spell required hard work and discipline, while her ability to attract the opposite sex with her elven looks came easily and grew more pronounced each year. Not only did she attract them for herself, but for anyone she was with, including a cousin who’d been blessed with magic but cursed with a face and figure that didn’t draw men to her.

Now, seeing Joelle’s worried expression and frantic calling, Silver felt a warmth toward her cousin that she’d never felt before. She hadn’t known Joelle was capable of doing a tracking spell, but that she’d done one then followed it onto elven lands… Silver’s eyes teared at the risk Joelle had taken.

“I need to tell her I’m okay,” Silver said, standing, letting her hands trail upward over wonderful masculine flesh because she couldn’t bear to break the contact with Tynan and Wraith.

The mirrorlike surface of the water dissolved, taking the scene with it as Wraith and Tynan also stood. The three of them got out of the water and once again Wraith called a warm wind to dry them off before they went to the bedroom.