Elven EnchantmentElven Enchantment
Willa Okati
 
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Chapter One
 
Days like this were enough to make a girl wish she batted for the other team.
Men! Ciara ignored the noise of the bar to pick at the label on her bottle of 
imported beer, shredding the edges with her short-clipped nails. No polish; just 
a thin coat of gloss. Most men werent worth the spit to shine your shoes with. 
At least, not the men shed had the misfortune to date.
Most recently, Paul.
She growled under her breath and tore off a strip of label. Men like Paul could 
drive a woman to drink. That -- that moron, Paul. Sweet as honey when they first 
met, but with a Madonna/whore complex to end all Madonna/whore complexes. Hed 
told her she had no imagination in bed, even that she was frigid, but she found 
out later that hed been going straight from her to Hookers Row every time they 
slept together.
Just today, shed thrown the pictures the private detective had taken into 
Pauls face and told him to go fuck himself. Then she changed her number and 
headed to ODougals, the best -- okay, the only -- Irish bar in her area.
It was St. Patricks Day, and when better to pay the place a visit? She liked 
ODougals, although it would never win any awards for class. All dark woods and 
dim light, with folk singers and occasionally a Celtic band. Things went on in 
that bar that wouldnt see the light of day in any other bar -- God, the hookups 
shed watched -- but they always had a booth available for someone who needed 
it, and the best beer in bottles or on tap that she could want.
She took a sip and muffled a slight burp behind her hand. So shed wanted a 
bottle tonight. Not as classy as a glass with a head of foam, but hey, what did 
she have to worry about with class? No one else here cared. She could sit in her 
corner booth in the near-dark, drink herself silly, and call a cab to take her 
home to her lonely bed. And thats just what she planned to do.
The Irish band tonight was on a break, quaffing down ale at the bar. The way 
they were going, shed be surprised if they had the cognitive ability to go on 
halfway in tune. A rowdy little college-age gang, they had a nice enough hand 
with the fiddle and the bodhran. They were all too young for her, though, even 
if she had been looking.
Other people in the bar worth noticing? Well, there was a woman with long, curly 
blond hair, hanging on a nicely dressed mans arm. She was tottering on stiletto 
heels and wore more makeup than a trowel could shovel on, but he didnt seem to 
care. Ciara made a small disgusted noise. Probably like one of those ladies Paul 
had seemed to go after so much.
Two women sat at a table, eagerly discussing something. Looked like young 
businesswomen out for a night on the town. Theyd flipped over the paper 
placemat and were scribbling frantic notes on it. Ciara watched them with 
interest. At least they seemed like they were having fun.
She was a people-watcher. Always had been. It served her well in her job as a 
secretary at the law firm. She could tell the good clients from the bad ones. 
Her bosses relied on her intuition.
Too bad that same savvy sucked when it came to dating.
She took another swig, finishing the bottle. Right on cue -- another reason she 
liked ODougals -- the bartender waved at her and sent a perky little thing 
over with a second icy brew. Ciara passed her a five. After thought, she gave 
her a fifty -- what the hell? -- and said, Keep em coming. When I cant count 
how many bottles are on the table, call me a cab.
Man troubles, sweetie? the barmaid said sympathetically. Work got you down?
Ciara sniffed into her sweet, sweet beer. That rotten loser, she said 
miserably. Why I ever trusted him
Man troubles. The barmaid poked a pencil behind her ear and pocketed the 
fifty. She jerked her thumb back at the bar. Not that Id be interested while I 
was in your situation, but you should check out the floor show.
Ive been listening to the band.
The barmaid giggled. Not the band. She pointed again. Them.
Ciara followed her finger to a dark corner of the bar. Her mouth fell open a 
little. Two men, each one a hunk of the highest order, wrapped around each other 
like white on rice. Mouth to mouth, they kissed as if theyd eat each other 
alive starting from the lips and moving on down. Hands roved over backs and down 
to gorgeous, tight asses in leather pants.
Whoa, she said faintly.
Aint that the truth? The barmaid grinned. Men get hot thinking about two 
women. So women get hot thinking about two men.
She wasnt wrong. Ciara could feel her nipples starting to pucker as she stared 
at the men. One light, long and lean, wearing eyeliner and a shirt halfway 
unbuttoned, showing off a ripped chest. The other taller and stockier, dark, 
with big hands that looked like they knew what they were doing. From the way 
Blondie humped against him, Ciara guessed that they did. Both men wore their 
hair long, sweeping their shoulders and blending together in a curtain of blond 
and black.
A shudder of excitement washed through her.
The barmaid grinned at her. I just knew that would catch your eye.
More than my eye. Ciara wriggled a little, trying to ease the sudden pulsing 
between her legs. God, but they looked hot together.
You enjoy the pretty action, hon. Ill keep the beer flowing.
Yeah, Ciara said absently. You do that.
Okay, so she might have to revise her opinion on all men being good for nothing. 
At least these two were pretty. Too bad they looked like they were only into 
each other. Her pussy was starting to ache from wanting a taste of Blondie -- 
and hell, a sample of Mr. Dark and Delicious, for that matter.
And Paul called me frigid, she muttered into her beer. Look at me. Getting 
off on the gay action. Thats me, all right. One wild and crazy girl.
Who talked to herself. Wasnt that the first sign of madness? Or being drunk? 
She hadnt eaten anything all day, so the beer might be hitting her harder than 
usual. But it tasted so good, washing down her throat in cool bursts of flavor.
She rounded her lips around the neck of the bottle, still staring at the two 
men. She couldnt look away. Tilting it back, she took a wonderful, icy sip. 
Mmm. There was something else shed rather have her lips on, and she knew it.
Stupid Paul. The one time shed tried to go down on him, hed pushed her away. 
Said he didnt want that from her. And to be frank, she hadnt made an issue out 
of it. Oral sex, not so much her thing. Besides, he was a little -- she 
snickered, able to admit it now -- on the small side. Overcompensating much?
But she knew her way around a mans cock. College life had taught her how to 
please a man. You just had to put your lips together and blow.
She laughed again. Maybe a little too loudly. At the bar, Blondie and Dark 
startled apart from their passionate embrace and turned to glance at her. She 
colored deeply, flicking her eyes down -- but not before she saw Blondie give 
her a leer and a wink. Saw Mr. Darks lips curve into a smile.
Im not just kinky, Im a pervert, she muttered to herself, tearing off a 
fresh strip of label. The table was getting messy. But hell, why not? Enjoy it 
while you can.
Thats always been my philosophy.
It was Ciaras turn to jump. Sliding in across from her, confident as if he had 
every right in the world to be there, a short and ugly man wearing a horrible 
green bowler hat gave her a grin. He had his own glass of beer, and used it to 
gesture at the men. Nice scenery, huh?
Ciara gathered her dignity. Look, I dont know who the hell you are, but I so 
dont feel like company. If you dont get out this second, and I mean now, Im 
calling the bouncer over.
He held up both hands. Easy, easy! All Im sayin is, youre not the only one 
gettin into the floor show.
Despite herself, Ciara glanced up through her lashes. Still standing at the bar, 
Blondie and Dark were at it again, Blondie lavishing kisses down Darks neck. 
Dark had his head thrown back, and his fingers threaded through Blondies hair, 
as if he were in ecstasy. Their groins rubbed together, gyrating in a slow 
dance.
Fuck, but it was sexy.
Ciara wriggled again. Then she gave herself a good mental slap. No staring at 
the pretty men. Focus on the toad. He was still sitting across from her, 
grinning. Knew you liked it, he said smugly.
Listen, you, Ciara said, angry over having to deal with yet another man who 
didnt seem to understand plain English. Get out of my booth. Or Im not 
kidding, Ill have you out of here on your ass.
So defensive. Got all those walls built up inside, dont you? Cant let them 
down. The man took a swig of ale. Now, take those two. While youre not 
watching them, theyre watching you.
Theyre what, now? Ciaras head shot up. Sure enough, Blondie and Dark had 
stopped their heavy petting and were gazing at her. Hands wound together, hips 
joined as if fused, but giving her heavy-lidded looks that promised sex better 
than chocolate and a whole lot more.
I happen to know them. Theyre into each other, but they like a little 
pussywillow, too, you know what I mean?
Ciara tore her gaze away from the men, which wasnt as easy as it sounded. 
Listen, you --
He cut through her anger with an offer that went straight to her well, it 
wasnt her heart. Take it easy, I keep telling you! You want a piece of that? 
Want to be the filling in that sandwich? All youve got to do is ask.
Ciara eyed him suspiciously. And who are you to say so?
Me? Im a leprechaun. And okay, no rainbow, but its been a gray St. Patricks 
Day for you and I figured you could use a pot of gold. The man winked at her. 
Its all yours, if you wanna take it.
Ciara looked down at her beer. I -- I --
She glanced up. Her lips parted. The man was gone. Vanished, like hed never 
even been there. What the hell? She craned her neck and stared around, but no 
one in sight even vaguely resembled him.
She gave a shiver. Okay, that was definitely odd. But what if hed been telling 
the truth? Half-shy, she looked up at the men.
Blondie was staring at her, his lips quirked in a smile. He ran his hand down 
Mr. Darks chest, tweaking one nipple through his shirt, and grinned at her. Mr. 
Dark didnt lower himself to a smile, but gave her a look that smoldered. God, 
he could set her on fire with those eyes.
As if he already hadnt. Her panties were growing damp. Kinky, she said to 
herself. I can do kinky. Stupid Paul. Hell never know what he missed out on.
Taking a last, final draught of her beer, she gathered all the courage she could 
scrape together and slid out of her booth. Walking over to the men at the bar 
seemed to take ages, but then she was there, facing them down. I saw you 
staring, she said, her voice low. See anything you like?
A great deal, Blondie said. An unhappy lady, in need of a little affection.
Take that hair down, Mr. Dark said in a voice like silk and sex. I want to 
see it spilling over those pretty breasts of yours.
She colored and drew back, abashed by his bold words despite her determination 
to go for the kink. No, no, he chided. Here, let me do it. He reached out 
for her with those long, strong hands and gently undid the pins holding her hair 
in its knot. Unbound, it scattered across her shoulders and down her chest in a 
riot of flame-colored locks.
Mr. Dark gave a soft, satisfied noise. There. Isnt that better?
Ciara turned a little darker. Damned Irish complexion.
Such green eyes, Blondie murmured. Like jewels, they are. Little hearts of 
the ocean.
Shes a pretty thing, Mr. Dark murmured, reaching out to run a hand through 
Ciaras hair. Youve been watching us, little one. Enjoy the show?
Kinky. Remember the kink. Ciara straightened her spine. Yeah, she said 
brazenly, I have been. You guys are hot together.
Blondie laughed. Cant be denying that. But a woman like you, now thats the 
sort of woman who needs a little action herself.
Ciara faced him down, green eyes meeting startling blue. Why? Are you 
offering?
Both Blondie and Mr. Dark laughed at that. Would you take us up on it, if we 
did? Mr. Dark wanted to know.
Ciara frowned. She reached past them, aiming for one of their forgotten glasses 
of ale. She took a deep swallow that left foam on her lip. I --
Ah-ah-ah, Mr. Dark said. Let me get that.
He lowered his mouth to hers, tongue tracing away the beer and teasing at the 
seal of her lips. With a soft moan, she opened to him. His tongue slipped inside 
her mouth, stroking gently. Behind her, she could feel Blondie nuzzling into the 
crook of her neck.
Being the meat in a man-wich was something shed never done. But damn if it 
didnt feel good. The scrap of silk between her legs was soaking, theyd gotten 
her so hot. When Mr. Dark drew back reluctantly for air, his hand replaced his 
mouth, stroking her cheek. I think this is the one, Seanan, he murmured.
Blondie -- Seanan -- lifted his lips from her throat. I think youre right, 
Ardal.
Mr. Dark -- no, Ardal -- reached down to caress her breast, cupping it in one 
hand. She glanced around quickly, afraid that the barmaid might be watching, but 
no, she was busy with other customers. With the other hand, he caught her 
fingers and squeezed them gently. Are you interested, little one?
Its Ciara, she said breathlessly. She knew she was ten shades of red, but she 
was an inch away from rubbing herself against Ardal like a wanton kitten. And 
yeah, Im up for it.
Frigid? Shed show Paul frigid. Out with the Madonna, in with the whore. And it 
felt good.
Something wicked made her reach down to cup Ardals erection through his pants, 
hard as rock and twitching as if it knew how much she wanted it. Wanted it in 
her. I think youre up for a little action, too.
Ardal bent down for another kiss, this one a little hungrier, more demanding. He 
tore his mouth away to whisper against her lips. Then close your eyes. Seanan, 
take us back to the room.
Seanan bit gently on the smooth nape of Ciaras neck. On our way.
Ciara shut her eyes. She felt a strange sensation of whirring, and then --


 
 
 
Chapter Two
 
What the -- how the hell? Ciara blinked.
The smoke and noise of ODougals bar had vanished in an instant, leaving behind 
only cool silence. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she, Ardal, and Seanan 
were alone in a vast room filled with softly cushioned chairs, vases of crimson 
roses, candles, and a bed she swallowed. A bed more than big enough for three, 
draped in white linen, with hangings forming a canopy.
Ardal smiled at her. Do you like it?
Like it? Ciara stared around. She swallowed. Its beautiful. And made for 
seduction. But I dont remember leaving the bar. Howd we get here?
You dont remember? Seanans voice was teasing as he knelt at her feet. She 
realized that she sat in one of the plushest chairs, her sweater contrasting 
like a paupers rags against its velvet richness. Come to think of it, she 
looked like a poor relation next to Ardal and Seanan in their leather and silk.
She crossed her arms over her breasts. No. I dont.
Ah, itll come back to you, Ardal soothed. Come, now. Another sample of what 
I tasted before. He bent to her, pressing his lips against her own. Despite her 
state of surprise and mild alarm, Ciara couldnt help herself. She moved back 
against him, her hands coming up to caress the silk of his shirt, to touch his 
chest through it. As his tongue swept her mouth, thrusting gently in and out, 
her core began to pulse in time with the rhythm. Oh oh, yeah. This was why 
shed come with the two men. They were sex, pure sex, on legs. And she wanted 
some of that. Ugly little gnome with the bad hat was right, she thought hazily.
Ardal drew back and reluctantly swept her bottom lip with a thumb. Not so 
fast, he murmured. Time for more, soon.
She gazed at him with wide eyes. Really soon?
He laughed. Yes, little one. Really, really soon.
My turn now. Seanan nuzzled one of her knees.
Youre too far down.
Am I? His eyes sparkled at her. Bend to me.
Well, why not? Ciara leaned over, her hair falling in a curtain around their 
faces as she touched her lips to Seanans. He raised up to meet her, eagerly 
clasping her cheeks between the palms of his hands. And oh, God, he moved like a 
master, his tongue just as skillful as Ardals. I can taste you both together, 
he whispered. Its like nectar.
And you know from nectar? Ciara replied in a breath of a voice.
I do. He laid one last kiss on the corner of her mouth, then sank back on the 
balls of his feet. I want to see more of you, sweet lady. Will you let me?
Remember the bar. How sexy these guys were, all over each other. How shed 
wanted a taste of that. Yes, she said bravely.
Both men laughed. Such bravado! Ardal sounded fond, but not at all 
patronizing. Seanan, show her what you mean.
With gladness. Seanan drew one of Ciaras feet into his lap. He studied her 
lace-ups, then turned to Ardal with a disappointed frown. Sneakers.
Nothings wrong with those.
But so clumsy, so heavy.
You pay too much attention to the shell.
They should be glass slippers, Seanan said, caressing her ankle with the ball 
of his thumb. But perhaps youre right, Ardal. Lets see.
Ever so slowly, he unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off, pushing them to one 
side. She hadnt bothered to wear socks, and her feet were bare in his lap when 
hed finished. Ahhh, he breathed. You were right. These are fine indeed.
Ciara blushed. She did have pretty feet, with a delicate arch and slender toes, 
but Theyre just feet.
You give yourself too little credit. Seanan gave her a wicked look, then 
lifted one foot to his mouth. Twinkling at her, he slipped her big toe between 
his lips and suckled.
Ciara gasped. No one no one had ever A bolt of liquid heat shot through her 
pussy. Already wet, she felt her juices begin to flow anew as Seanan laved her 
flesh with his skilled tongue. He feathered his fingers under her sole, tickling 
ever so gently, and each touch was like a caress between her thighs.
He pulled off, licking his lips. You liked that, he said, running his hand up 
her calf. I can smell you. Youre fragrant as one of these roses. Ready to 
unfurl for us. Yes?
Ciara stared at him with wide eyes. Remember the kink remember the oh, hell. 
Screw the kink. She just wanted more of this. I do. I am. More. Give me more.
Seanan and Ardal laughed together. Then stand up, Ardal said. Let us adore 
you. Each took her by a hand, pulling gently. On your feet, pretty miss, he 
coaxed. Between us.
When she was balanced upright, Ciara found herself sandwiched by the two men, 
both pressing against her, Ardal behind, Seanan before. Both men rotated lightly 
against her. She could feel the heavy weight of erections through leather, 
pushing at her mons and the curves of her ass. Her breath came in soft pants. 
Oh. Thats good.
See how much we want you? Ardal brushed back her hair to kiss her neck, 
trailing his lips down her shoulders. But youre wearing too many clothes, 
little Ciara. Shall we do something about that, Seanan?
Oh, yes, the blond agreed. He brought his hands to the front of Ciaras 
sweater, tugging. Put your arms up.
She obeyed like a child. He pulled the garment over her head and cast it aside. 
It fell into a pool of shadow in the corner of the room. Too late, Ciara 
realized she hadnt worn a bra. She was small enough to get away with it, her 
breasts barely a palm-full, though they were round and ripe, tipped with crimson 
areolae. Blushing, she tried to cover herself.
Seanan pulled her arms away. No, dont. These little buds deserve to be 
tasted. He cupped one breast in his hand. Ardal, can you reach?
Ardals bigger hand reached around, softly caressing her other breast. His 
fingers teased her nipple into a stiff peak, tweaking it gently. I can.
Good. You touch, and I taste. Seanan lowered his mouth, and drew her breast 
inside it. That tongue went to work again, rolling and licking, suckling her 
deep. Moisture began to drip down Ciaras thighs as he pushed against her, the 
weight of his cock so heavy and needy against her hungry center.
But wait. This whole show was under her control, wasnt it? And as good as that 
felt, she knew what she wanted. More of what shed seen at the bar. She pushed 
at Seanan. He came away from her breast with a disappointed moan. But I want, 
he pouted.
She gently peeled Ardals hand away from her other breast, though it pained her 
to let that warm, exhilarating touch go. I know. But I want to see you two 
together. She sank back into the chair. Like you were at the bar, she 
ordered. Undress each other.
Ardal and Seanan exchanged looks. Very well, Ardal agreed. But first, you let 
me do this.
He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather, standing her back on her 
feet. He reached for the zipper to her jeans and drew it down. Ciara blushed 
again as the aroma of her own desire rose to meet their noses, but Ardal only 
smiled hungrily. So good, to find someone who wants us, he murmured. Dont be 
ashamed.
Moving slowly, he drew the jeans down, over her hips to the ground. Step out, 
he ordered. She obeyed, one foot after the other. A cool wind breezed through, 
tickling the smooth skin of her calves and thighs, chilling her wet center. She 
gasped at the sensation, almost like inquisitive fingers caressing her.
Leaning forward, Ardal was at just the right height to nuzzle into her sodden 
scrap of silk panties. Forgive me this, he said, reaching for the sides of 
them. You tempt me too much. I cannot wait.
He tore them neatly, as if they were paper, peeling them away from her pussy and 
casting them aside. He breathed deeply. So delicious, he said, his voice like 
a kiss. One taste. Just one.
Behind them, Seanan caressed his cock through his leather pants, watching them 
both with an eager hunger, as if he wanted to see it as much as she wanted to 
feel it.
So Ardal wanted a taste of her? Like shed have denied him anything. Instead, 
reaching down, she threaded her hands through that dark hair and pushed him 
closer, bringing his mouth up against the thatch of wet red curls between her 
legs. He chuckled, the vibrations making her entire body tingle. His tongue 
flickered out, running along the seam of her cunt. Sweet, he said. So very 
sweet.
More! she demanded, spreading her legs a little wider.
Seanan placed his hands over her bare shoulders, rubbing gently. Youll have 
plenty, he purred. Ardal, show her what that mouth of yours can do.
With pleasure. Ardal delved into her then, his tongue sliding between her 
folds. His fingers came up to pull them softly apart to give him better access 
to her core. He lapped up her juices, whispering things under his breath in a 
language she couldnt understand. Gaelic? With a soft chuckle, he lifted a 
little and found her throbbing bud. This wants attention, doesnt it, now?
Placing a hand underneath each curve of her ass, he lapped at her clit once, 
twice, again, then took it into his mouth and sucked hard. Ciaras body, already 
thrumming with tension, convulsed. She let out a short scream as she came, 
muscles shaking fiercely. Her hands clamped down on Ardals hair, but he only 
laughed and licked at her, drinking her down like wine.
When she could breathe again, both men were there, pressing her into the chair. 
Boneless, hair tangled across her damp cheeks, she stared up at them. Now, 
Ardal said, wiping his face with his fingers and suckling off the dampness. You 
wanted a show, did you?
She nodded dumbly.
Then a show you will have. Ardal turned to Seanan, fingers running down his 
chest. Love, let me show you to her. Every bit of you.
Seanan grinned, spreading his arms wide. Do it. I want her to see.
Quick as a flash, Ardals fingers darted down the buttons of Seanans shirt. It 
parted like water and slid off his shoulders in a pool of silk, leaving his 
chest bare. Ciaras lips parted at the sight. So pale and perfect, like a marble 
statue. Muscles so defined that they looked carved. How could she possibly 
compare to that, with her soft curves?
Youre perfect as you are, Seanan said, as if he could read her mind. No 
moving those hands to cover your tasty aspects. I want to see and smell your 
reaction as we do this.
Ciara stilled her fingers, which had been twitching to lift for her to hide 
behind. Lowering her hands to the chair, she watched as Seanan returned the 
favor with Ardal, peeling away his shirt with quick, practiced movements. Dark 
and delicious was no less perfect in his way. Broader, more solid, and just as 
hard and delectable. The men gazed at each other, hands roving over solid chests 
-- then, as if they couldnt bear not to, came together in a harsh, bruising 
kiss. Ardal pinned Seanans wrists at his stomach. His fingers splayed across 
his cock, the tip of it poking out the top of his leather pants, shining and 
wet.
Slowly, almost shyly, Ciaras hands crept to her pussy. She fingered herself 
carefully, just slipping one hand through the folds. Now the leather, she said 
breathlessly. Its my party. I want to see you naked. All of you.
The two men parted, licking their lips. Two sets of gleaming eyes turned on her. 
Your wish is our command, Seanan said, reaching for his zipper. Ardal followed 
suit, gazing at her as if she held the world in the palm of her hand.
The leather scooted down their legs as smoothly as silk. They kicked the pants 
aside and stood before her, bare of any stitch, their erections flat against 
their stomachs. Pre-come bubbled out of the slits at their uncut tips, their 
foreskins drawn back and purple heads bulging.
Ciara inhaled deeply. She stroked herself a little more boldly, trembling. 
Youre gorgeous, she said, and meant it. No one on Earth should look that 
sexy and live.
The two men laughed. Youre half right, Seanan said. He ran a hand down his 
cock, squeezing it. Do you see this? I want to plunge it inside you, to feel 
you melt around me and press down tight. Do you want that, Ciara? Want to feel 
me deep within?
Shes tempting as Hell itself, Ardal breathed. He moved behind Seanan and 
kissed his jaw. But you may have her first, he said. I cede my right. So long 
as I can take you at the same time.
All three of them at once? Ciara shook hard as her second orgasm of the night 
hit her. The two men were there immediately, petting and caressing her. Seanan, 
the little devil, took advantage and plunged his face between her thighs, 
getting his own taste of her juices.
When he drew back, his lips shining, they were curved in a smile. Im doubly 
right. You do taste of nectar.
Ciara shivered, shook, and stared up at them. You, she said slowly. You.
Yes. Me.
Ardal put an arm around Seanans waist. No more of this, he said, voice rough. 
To the bed. The time for waiting and playing is over.
Seanan arched back against him, rubbing shamelessly. Yes, he agreed. Ciara? 
Will you?
He lowered his hands to her. She gripped them, once again feeling lighter than 
air as he raised her to her feet. Despite her double climax, she ached and 
burned deep inside. She wanted that cock buried in her, and she wanted it now. 
Bed, she said, reaching for Seanan. Both of you.
Seanan chuckled. He swooped her up into his arms and laughed at the look of 
surprise on her face. Youre little as a posy, he teased. Dont be so 
shocked.
Im not shocked. I just -- I --
Soft linens met her back as Seanan lowered her onto the left side of the bed. 
Oh, God. This was a wantons bed, created for pure pleasure. Feeling as bold as 
a hustler, she spread her legs wide and beckoned with both hands. Come, she 
invited. You want me? Take me.
Seanan inhaled sharply. Go on. Ardal gave him a slight push. Then me.
The blond man climbed over Ciara, into the middle of the bed, rolling her onto 
her side facing him. His cock teased at her entrance, not quite penetrating but 
only nudging at her folds. She whimpered and pushed forward, but he held her 
off. Not quite yet, he said hoarsely. Ardal prepares me first.
Ardal prepares? Craning her neck, Ciara saw and felt the weight of the man 
lowering himself onto the bed. He reached for an ornately carved box on the side 
table, rummaging inside. Whats that? she asked, curious. The toy chest?
Seanan laughed and kissed her, all too briefly. I dont need toys to make you 
come. Nor does he. Its lubricant, to ease his passage.
Lubricant. Startled realization flashed over her. So hes going to while you 
and I
He is. Seanan kissed her again. Does that bother you?
Bother her? Hell, the thought of being on the receiving end of that was better 
than being sandwiched in the middle. No, she said breathily. Not at all.
Ardal leaned up on one elbow. Good. He smiled wickedly. I would have done it 
to him if you had agreed or not. He ran his hand over the arch of Seanans hip. 
Look at him. So tempting. As fine a treat as you yourself, only different. He 
uncapped a small tube. The scent of sandalwood filled the air.
Come, Seanan whispered. Put your leg over mine. Yes, like that.
With her thigh draped over his, his cock nudging ever deeper into her folds, 
Ciara could feel Seanan trembling, could feel the ripples from Ardals fingers 
penetrating him. Does it feel good? she whispered. Would I like it?
You would love it, he promised, kissing her nose. And sometime, well take 
you that way. But for now, we take this path.
Its a good one, she said, putting her arm over Seanans side to play with 
Ardals chest, brushing his nipples with her fingertips. Very good.
Seanan bucked and shook as Ardals fingers twisted. Oh, yes, he panted. Very 
good.
Ardal put the bottle aside. Ciara caught one glimpse of his cock, gleaming with 
lube, before he lowered himself onto his side. Open for me, he whispered. We 
do this now.
Are you ready? Seanan asked Ciara. Say no, and Ill forbear.
In answer, she pushed against him, spearing herself on the tip of his cock. She 
gasped at how good it felt, so slick and tight. Ready.
Ardals arm, long and lean, came over Seanan to grasp Ciaras bicep. Then we 
make love, he said, his voice gravelly. He pushed forward with his hips, 
driving slowly into Seanan, pushing him deep inside Ciara. All three drew in a 
breath with the bliss of it.
Tight
Hot
Wet
Smooth
Slick
Mine.
Mine.
Ciara echoed them, grasping Seanan tight, and brushing her fingertips across 
Ardals chest. Mine.
Then, there were no more words. Only Seanan, thrusting into her time and again, 
spurred on by Ardals thrusts. His way grew smoother as she melted from within, 
and pre-come slicked its way down his cock. He writhed and groaned as he pushed 
into her, and Ardal pounded into him. Hands gripped tighter, legs wound round 
about one another, and they moved as one, push-pull, push-pull, gliding deep and 
fast.
Ciaras core throbbed. Seanan seemed to know just where to hit. Her internal 
muscles clamped down hard on his cock, milking it so that he gasped for breath. 
Coming, she managed to stammer, kissing him full and open-mouthed. Going to 
come again, Seanan.
I -- I too, Seanan rasped. Ready for me, sweet Ciara?
So ready.
He slipped a hand between them and began to rub his thumb against her clit while 
thrusting. Come, he panted. Come, come, come
With another cry, ripped from her gut, Ciara exploded into the light. She felt 
her muscles squeeze powerfully, tearing the orgasm from Seanan. Hot pulses of 
seed hit her womb, triggering a fourth set of spasms. From the sound of Ardals 
cries, and Seanans shaking -- God, she could almost feel that second cock, 
brushing against the lips of her pussy --- she knew that he felt the bliss, too. 
He saw the white light.
Coming down was long and slow, full of heavy breathing and lazy, sweeping 
caresses over bare skin. Seanan kissed her as if he never wanted to stop, 
tangling his tongue with hers in a languid post-coital dance.
Ciara felt as if she were floating in a dream. This is kink, she thought 
happily. And God, but I could get used to it. Please, let them stick around for 
a while. I want more of this. More of Seanan and Ardal. I want Ardal to have his 
turn at me. I want I want more. Just more. Please?
She laughed a little as Seanan slipped free of her in a gush of fluids. She felt 
his jerk as Ardal pulled out of him. Tugging harder, the darker man brought them 
together in a tight embrace. You are the one weve been looking for, he said, 
his voice gentle and slow. Weve searched for ages, Seanan and I. But youre 
woman enough for the both of us, little Ciara.
Ages? She giggled. Youre no older than I am. In fact, you --
She stopped. Her hand, moving on its own accord, had reached up to smooth the 
tangled hair away from Seanans face. As she did so, it fell away from his ears. 
They werent human ears. Elegantly pointed at the tip, pierced with silver 
hoops, and tattooed on the inside whorl with a Celtic design.
He blinked at her, and it was as if a haze cleared from her vision. She saw 
Seanans eyes changed from human eyes to those of a cat, the pupils ovoid and 
pointed. He drew away from her. Ardal, she sees!
Ardal lifted his head. His eyes, too, had changed, and now that she looked she 
could see the pointed ears peeking through his hair. Ciara, dont be alarmed. 
We mean you no harm. We only just --
Only just, hell! she cried, scrambling out of bed. Who are you? What are 
you?


 
 
 
Chapter Three
 
Still naked, Ciara scrambled away from Ardal, Seanan, and the great big bed. She 
stopped at a safe distance and stared at them. God, how had she ever taken them 
for human? With their ears, and their eyes -- the perfection of their skin and 
bodies --
She stifled a dry sob. Figures. I cant get a normal guy to look at me twice. 
What do I end up with? Aliens!
Not aliens, Ardal said, putting out a hand as if to a frightened kitten. 
Elves.
Ciara cracked up. Elves? How crazy do you think I am?
What other explanation do you have? Ardal slid out of bed. Now that her eyes 
were clear, she could see elegant Celtic tattoos curling down his chest and 
legs. Knots and bars and loops, each one gorgeously done. Seanan and I are 
princes in Under-hill.
Oh, God. Are you the insane one, or am I? Ciara cast a frightened look around 
herself. Under-hill, huh? Is that where we are? Did you do some kind of hocus 
pocus back in the bar and whisk us away to your home?
No, pretty one. Seanan followed Ardal. Tattooed like the other man, he slid to 
his knees in front of Ciara. Were in a hotel just up the street. Weve lived 
in this room for weeks now, searching for the right one.
And thats me? When the men nodded, Ciara let loose with another laugh. Right 
one? For what? A three-way sandwich with a creamy center?
So crude, Seanan chided. You have a mouth on you, but youre the one weve 
been waiting for. No one has dared to take on both of us at once before.
And I guess youve been playing the field, huh? A new damsel every night?
Not every night. Ardal regarded her steadily. But we have been searching, 
yes. And finally, weve found you.
Ciara put her hands on her hips, and realized she was still naked. Blushing, she 
reached for a hotel robe, hanging on a hook --
Dont. Oh, dont, Ardal pleaded. Let us look at you. So beautiful. So 
perfect.
Ciara let the robe drop. See, thats what I dont get. Im not beautiful. And 
perfect? Perfect for what? What is it youve been looking for that apparently I 
have?
You have the heart to love both of us, Seanan said gravely. To accept us for 
what we are -- lovers, friends, partners. If you let yourself, to believe that 
we are Elves, as we say. We have need of a mate, Under-hill.
A mate. Ciara blinked. Okay, thats it. Im out of here.
Stay but a moment more! Ardal stood.
Ciara, hear us out, Seanan added, as if he were the other half of Ardals 
voice. Its not what it sounds like to you, at first.
It sounds like a whole bunch of St. Patricks Day moonshine and malarkey. 
Ciara waved her hands at them. I see it, now. Fake ears and contact lenses. The 
tattoos, okay, you might have had those covered with makeup that came off. But 
no way are you Elves. And theres no-how on Gods green earth that youre going 
to convince me to be your mate based on one round of hot sex.
Ardal reached forward, managing to snag her hands in his. The feel of them, dry 
and warm, sent a tingle through Ciaras traitorous body. Stop that! she snapped 
at herself. These guys are nuts!
Ciara, he said gravely, Seanan speaks the truth. We need a mate. Elves cannot 
breed with other Elves, and our race is dying. We love one another, forming 
bonds close as the heart can twine, but we are coming to an end. We need fresh 
blood, mortal blood, to prosper again.
Fresh blood. Ciaras mouth fell open as she realized something. Condom! You 
didnt use a condom! You could have gotten me pregnant!
Seanans eyes lit up. He stretched out his hands toward her stomach. A child, 
he whispered. One born of love and fire. Could you deny us that?
Seanan, is she? Ardal looked at him, expectant.
Seanan closed his eyes. She is, he said, his face reflecting pure bliss. Tiny 
as a molecule, but there is life.
A baby, Ciara whispered. How can you -- you can tell, so early?
Its a gift we have. Ardal pulled her into the circle of his arms. To Seanan 
go the rights of the firstborn, but I will claim the second. You have another 
egg waiting to be fertilized. Twins will grow inside your belly, one mine and 
one his.
Now just wait a minute, buster --
Ardal pressed his lips to her neck. You want this, Ciara, he murmured. Youre 
unhappy with your life here on Earth. I can tell. I can read you. A dull job as 
a law secretary, men who treat you poorly, a small apartment without even the 
cat you long to have.
How -- how did you --
It is my gift, he said simply. His lips traveled up her neck. Gently, he 
pushed against her. His cock, hard and ready once more, nestled between her 
folds. Come and love me, Ciara. Let me have you, and fill you with my child. 
The future of our world.
Im no ones future, she said, gasping at the feel of him, so close to her 
channel. Im just Ciara. And I cant be pregnant. It takes longer than that to 
know.
Not with us, Seanan said. He stood, coming around behind her. Go on, Ciara, 
he urged. Love him. Let love increase. He slid a hand around to caress her 
flat belly. You carry a son, he whispered. My son.
I I dont I cant
Seanan disappeared into the bathroom, and reappeared with a sudsy washcloth. 
Tender as could be, he washed Ardals erect cock, finishing by brushing his hand 
down the length of it. Hes ready for you now, Ciara, he said. Take him.
There is no dont, Ardal murmured. No cant. Just think. Just feel.
Oh, God.
Yes, he said. I remember you crying the name. Now, cry for me again. With 
one thrust he entered her, her core still slick and wet from her own juices and 
Seanans come. The power of his movement almost lifted her off her feet. She let 
out a low cry as she was speared. Ardal was huge, almost too big, but oh, it 
hurt so good! And then Seanan was behind her, steadying her hips.
Take him in, he said softly into one ear. Take all of him. Bear down with 
your muscles and milk him dry.
Ardal thrust again. So tight, he said, his voice choked. So hot. So wet. And 
getting wetter. For me, Ciara?
Embarrassed, Ciara felt liquid pooling inside her. The powerful thrusts of his 
cock inside made her flow, coating him with honey. Its not
Oh, but it is. He bent forward, suckling on the curve of her neck. Will you 
come for me?
Four times already, she said. I cant. I dont --
Seanan, Ardal said. Your hands.
Those slim, clever fingers slipped around to Ciaras clit, caressing it tenderly 
as Ardal thrust. They pulled and tugged, then stroked her. The pulse between her 
legs began to beat fiercely again, and she recognized the signs of a fifth 
mind-blowing climax coming on. She clamped down on Ardal, squeezing him tight. 
You, she accused. Youve done this to me. Enchanted me.
Nothing that you didnt want, Seanan said against her shoulder blade. Deep 
down, if you look, youll see that you wanted this all along. A man to love and 
cherish you. Now you have not one, but two.
Ciara writhed on Ardals shaft. She could feel herself beginning to fall. Almost 
there He thrust again, roaring out his pleasure, and with the sound, she 
collapsed across his chest, fireworks exploding in front of her eyes.
When she came to, they were on the floor, the three of them, Ciara draped across 
Ardal and Seanans laps. They were petting and stroking her, neatening her hair 
and washing her down with a warm, damp cloth. You, she said, blinking. How 
did you do that to me?
Ardals lips quirked. Do what, Ciara? Make you believe us?
Make you love us? Seanan asked.
All of it.
Ardal pressed tenderly down on her belly. Seanan has read you. A daughter, my 
own daughter, tiny as his son, lives within you now.
Babies, she whispered. Two of them.
Our children, and yours. Ardal bent to kiss her forehead tenderly. You take 
to our seed as the hummingbird to nectar.
Im not a not a breeding machine, she said. I wont be a baby factory for 
you.
Both men laughed. No one is asking you to be a machine, a thing, Seanan said, 
smoothing back her hair. We know how to use protection. Only, once in a while, 
would we ask such a precious gift of you.
For the good of your race.
For us. Ardals lips slid down to cover her mouth. His tongue tenderly traced 
her lips. Say youll come with us, Ciara. Home to Under-hill. Be one of us. 
Immortal while you bide there. Forever young and beautiful.
And both of you youll be together? she asked, turning red. I can watch you 
love each other, as much as you love me?
Do you think you could part us? Ardal ran a hand down Seanans chest. He is 
my hearts love, just as you are. Say you will, Ciara. Say youll come.
Ciara closed her eyes for a long moment, thinking hard. Say that she did go with 
these men -- Elves -- to their land. Say she believed them about the babies. 
About the hope that together, they would be a unit. A family. Her heart ached to 
believe that it was true, just as her body trembled with the aftershocks of 
orgasm.
Why why not? What did she have to lose, after all? Going with them might be a 
mistake, but it would be a glorious one. That she was sure of.
She opened her eyes. Could I have a kitten? she whispered.
Ardal laughed. You can have as many of the pretty, furry, purry creatures as 
you want, he swore. Is that a yes? Youll come with us?
Yes, Ciara said slowly. She dared to smile up at the men. Blondie and Dark & 
Delicious. Ardal and Seanan. Elves. Elves! Both of them, wanting her so much. 
Ill go with you.
Seanan took one of her hands, and Ardal the other. Then its time for that 
hocus pocus you mentioned earlier, he said with a twinkling smile. Close 
your eyes, Ciara.
Obediently, she let her lashes fall shut against her cheeks. She felt a 
blurring, a whirling, and a sudden stop.
When she opened them, the three of them were in a forest glade. Night had well 
and truly fallen, and through a break in the trees she could see a glorious full 
moon high above. The sounds of music and dancing came from a short distance 
away, as well as the flickering light of a bonfire. Ardal and Seanan stood, 
helping her up.
Garb yourself in the sky, Seanan said, waving a hand. A long dress of indigo 
fell around her shoulders, the skirts brushing the forest floor. He and Ardal 
made similar gestures, and were suddenly clothed in tunics and breeches of the 
same color. Hers, she realized, sparkled as if the stars themselves had come 
down to light on her skirts.
Come and dance, Seanan invited, offering his arm. Join us in the circle. Be 
one of us.
Ciara laughed in delight. Forever young, she whispered. Forever with you.
Ardal kissed her tenderly. Always. Will you dance with us, to seal the pact?
Dance with you? She took both their arms, and tugged them forward. Have you 
ever seen the Electric Slide performed to drum and whistle?
Ardal frowned. No.
Well, get ready for a surprise, she said, grinning broadly. I have a few 
things of my own to teach you.
Ardal smiled; Seanan threw back his head and laughed loud and long. Fiery 
Ciara! he exclaimed, planting a kiss on her cheek. Come and teach us.
Others are waiting for us, Ardal said. Are you ready?
Ciara glanced down at her gown made from the sky and stars, and at the men 
flanking her sides. She laughed in delight. Lead on, gentle sirs, she said 
gaily. Lead on, and lets dance!
It turned out to be the first time that the Boot-Scootin Boogie had been 
performed Under-hill.
But it wasnt the last. Not by a long shot.
 
THE END


 
 
 
Willa Okati
 
Willa Okati is a long-time devotee of all things vampire and supernatural, but 
an even bigger fan of stories that feature beautiful men exploring their desires 
for one another. Physically, she lives in North Carolina, but mentally thrives 
in a world where each adventure is bigger and brighter than the next. She is 
also owned by far too many cats, but she insists that they serve as emissaries 
from the Muse and cant spare a one of them. You can visit her at her web site, 
http://www.willsheornillshe.com.