Well in hand

[moonshadows]

 

 “Ahh, that was fantastic. Please thank your stidents for me.” Malfurion sets his plate aside and stretches with a contented sigh.

“I’ll tell them you said so,” I promise.

“Mmm. It’s getting late – would you and Illidan mind if I spent the night?”

“Furion! You think we would turn you out into the cold? You know your brother better than that.”

He chuckles at my mock-outrage. “Silly question, I suppose.” He looks around the solarium and notices the mattress-like swath of moss. “This will do, I think,” he says, and sprawls experimentally across it. “Oh yes, this will do nicely.” He rolls over onto his back, arms behind his head, looking quite comfortable.

“Are you sure?” I ask mildly, sitting next to him.

“Quite. I’ll just spend the night here.”

“All right.” I lean over and nibble his ear lightly, the hand not holding me up exploring the mysteries of his pants. I can feel him respond beneath my questing fingers, particularly as my tongue executes that swirl Tyrande does that he loves so much.

His arms come around me, but instead of pulling me closer he sits up. “Tessa – what about Illidan?”

I can hear his unspoken concern. My husband will have felt his pleasure through the bond they share, and he doesn’t want to hurt his twin by taking the one thing that is irrevocably his – me.

“Don’t worry about me, brother,” Illidan says, amusement making his voice a purr. “I’ve got everything well in hand.”

Malfurion looks past me and sees his brother where he hadn’t been a moment before – lounging unclothed in one of the sculpted chairs, head on one fist while with his other hand he slowly caresses the stiffening length of his shaft. I reach out and initiate the meld, Furion’s apprehension melting beneath my star’s anticipation. Something passes between them, so fast that I can’t identify it, but the sudden tension makes my nipples harden. I can feel Illidan’s fingers on his shaft even as his brother’s brush those hard buds, his mouth on my ear with a purring growl for the breathy oh of pleasure he has elicited from me. Subjected to this triple assault, I barely notice that Furion is easing me onto my back, or that he is directing my fingers to free his hard member. Illidan’s predatory anticipation sings along my nerves, a pulsing beat of yes, yes echoed in the yearning sound his twin utters as my fingers search his soft, mossy nest for the sensitive eggs hidden there. A hand that is not mine tightens around a shaft that is not his, clever pressure rubbing just right making him twitch as a bead of clear liquid emerges to announce his readiness.

Someone’s craving drives my fingers to the branches of Furion’s antlers, the vibration of downward stroking sparking and stoking other fires, but when the urge is satisfied and a voice cries out in pleasure, I realize it was mine. Blunt teeth close gently on one nipple as a hand leaves tingling trails on the membrane of one wing, and then with a sure, violent thrust, I am penetrated and Illidan cries out in dominant pleasure as Malfurion slides deeper inside my trembling core. I tighten as he withdraws, as though trying to keep him there, and he chuckles. My legs wrap around him – but he is not retreating, only shifting position, and then it is my turn to cry out as he thrusts back into me with all of his brother’s primal passion.

The same single-minded determination that drives him as Archdruid is now applied to the task of driving all three of us over the edge and he settles into a hard, fast rhythm somehow reminiscent of a galloping stag, a rocking motion I’ve never experienced before that rubs all the right spots. Then clever fingers caress testicles as his tongue ravishes my ear, and suddenly Illidan’s voice trumpets pleasure. I tremble, already on the edge, and then suddenly tighten convulsively around Malfurion. He exhales explosively, our climaxes catching him by surprise, and I hold him tight as he pumps his hot seed into me, Illidan’s profound gratitude swirling like the sea around the stable rocks of his twin’s steadfast affection.

When the crashing waves of pleasure recede, I am on my side with Furion holding me tenderly to his chest while behind me, Illidan holds us both equally tenderly, one wing spread out to embrace us as we drift gently off to sleep.

 

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My husbands rise with the dawn. I come awake to Illidan rubbing himself erect against my flesh as he usually does while Malfurion lips at one ear, still half-asleep. My moan spurs them both into action, the meld from last night still unbroken. The druid tugs while my star pushes, and I find myself astride the first while the second takes the base of one wing in his mouth and prepares to mount me. For one moment I wonder about the fact that there are two of them and only one of me, and then the familiar lightning of being filled by Illidan’s member shoots through me and I cry out, grinding instinctively against the shorter length of his twin until he slips between my folds and nestles there deliciously.

Illidan withdraws with deceptive slowness, and Furion’s hands sliding down my horns cause me to buck and arch in pleasure even as he cries out in shared pleasure. He captures my mouth with his as his brother flaps those glorious wings of his, hips thrusting in tandem with Illidan’s, two mouths vibrating against my flesh with synchronized moans. Fierce, brutal, blazing passion sears through us as Illidan’s morning lust is sated, the powerful strokes of his wings grinding me against his brother’s member. Feeling him slide wetly against my flesh while me star moves inside me is indescribable. This time, it is I who cry out first as I tumble helplessly into the abyss, triggering Malfurion’s deep bellow as his seed spurts hot between us and Illidan follows, trumpeting his victory as his thick cock pulses inside me.