moonshadows: (Warcraft)
Moonshadows ([personal profile] moonshadows) wrote2011-06-27 11:35 pm

Tyrnde 3-way

“Tyrande, I would speak with you.”

It takes a few minutes before the priestess comes to the crystal console, but when she does, she looks very surprised. “Tessa? Is everything all right?” She peers around as if looking for Illidan.

“He’s sleeping,” I reassure her, laying one hand on my distended belly. “Everything’s fine. I have an unusual favor to ask you, though.”

Her eyebrows go up. “Unusual enough to ask me in the middle of the night where there’s no possibility of Illidan overhearing?”

I blush. “Remember how….hard…it was on Malfurion when the twins got too big for you two to…?”

Her mouth forms a silent Oh.

“It was the same for us. I don’t want Illidan to have to go through that again. Malfurion’s dropped by to see the Academy a few times, but you’ve never seen it. Would you be up for a visit sometime soon?”

“I think Malfurion would feel better if he were there with me,” she says slowly.

“He’s always welcome here; he knows that.”

She smiles slyly. “Is this to be a surprise visit, then?”

I smile back. “Only to Illidan.”

“I’ll let you know if there’s any complications,” she says with repressed glee. “Blessings of Mother Moon upon you, Tessa.”

“Thank you, Tyrande,” I say, but it’s not the blessing I’m thanking her for.

 

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Two forms pass through the doorbell ward around the tower, and immediately I feel Illidan touch my mind. I’ll go see who it is, he says, and I smile. I know he doesn’t want me to have to do any more than I have to, so heavy with our second child, so I keep embroidering. The portal that opens into the solarium is not a surprise, and neither is who steps through.

“Tessa!” Malfurion bends down to give me a warm, but careful, hug. “You look beautiful. How much longer is it, now?”

“Another few weeks,” I answer, breathing in the comforting scent of growing things that surrounds him.

The druid backs away so his wife can hug me, and she does.

“This is a lovely room,” she says, looking around at the carefully-cultivated plants that transform the large, airy room into an indoor garden.

I smile. “You should see it at night. The moons shine right through the window,“ although ‘window’ is an inadequate word for the pane of magically-enhanced glass that takes up the entire outer wall, “and the night-blooming plants shine right back.”

“I’d love to,” Tyrande says, stifling a yawn,” but I was up all day flying with Furion, and I think I’m going to have to sleep most of the night.” She looks around, noting the comfortable chairs. “Illidan, could we put the tour off until tomorrow? I haven’t seen you and Tessa in too long, and this looks like a perfect place to relax and talk.”

My husband smiles gently. “Of course, Tyrande. We’ll retire early tonight, and you can watch the solarium transition from night to day when you wake up.”

“Thank you,” she says, taking a seat. Suddenly, she stops and looks around intently. “Furion, did you help with this garden?”

He laughs as he settles into a seat of his own. “What gave it away?”

“You’ve put all of my favorites where they can be seen easily if someone sits in this chair.”

The druid shares a glance with his brother and chuckles. “That wasn’t me.”

“Illidan?”

He flushes, and Malfurion gives him a friendly slap on the arm. The conversation turns to their teenage years and childhood, teasing everyone equally about silly things and minor embarrassments. Illidan’s habit of holding his bedpartner close is brought up, along with stories of how the twins used to sleep in each other’s arms, but the teasing seems more wistful. No one has to say that they miss that closeness, that they were separated far longer than two people that close should have to be.

“Let’s show you the master bedroom before it gets too late,” I say as the day flowers start to close.

Tyrande yawns again. “An excellent idea.”

Illidan helps me to my hooves and opens a portal to our bedroom. There are oohs and aahs all around at the stunning view it commands, and Tyrande’s tiredness seems to vanish at the sight of the enormous bed.

“This will do splendidly,” she says in satisfaction.

Illidan looks startled. “Do?”

Malfurion claps him on the shoulder. “Illidan, do you know how much your wife loves you?”

Now he looks stunned. “Tyrande…?”

“Silly. Why did you think we were here?” Her hand on his cheek takes any edge out of the words.

I start to make my escape, to give them privacy, but a warm hand around my wrist ends that.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” purrs an amused voice, and Furion gently pulls me into his arms.

From within Illidan’s embrace, Tyrande gives me a chiding look. “You’re not an outsider, Tessa. You’re one of us.”

I can feel myself blush as Furion’s lips tickle my neck. “Did you think we would just leave you out?”

“But…”

“Make sure you go gently with her, my love,” Tyrande calls.

He laughs. “I know what I’m doing, Tyrande.”

Illidan still looks uncertain, despite how closely he’s holding the priestess. “Are you sure-“ He stops at the look on my face. He knows that look, and knows that there is no fighting it. “I will not do this without you,” he says instead, and reaches for my mind.

I can feel Furion dimly through the blending with Illidan, and on an impulse, I knock at Tyrande’s mind and draw her into the meld. Thought becomes action; my desire to lick my star’s fel tattoos is acted upon by Tyrande, and he hardens at the dual stimulations of having a tongue on the sensitive whorls of flesh, and having it be Tyrande’s tongue. Her fingers unknot his sash with ease borrowed from me while her husband cleverly disrobes me with his brother’s skill. She aches for Furion’s lips on her ear and moans as they are applied to mine. He yearns for her strong, slender fingers around his shaft, and gasps as they find Illidan’s. She begins leading him step by step to the bed, and Malfurion’s strong arms sweep me off my hooves as he carefully, gently, carries me there as well. His beard tickles my breasts as he lays me down, and I tug it lightly the way he craves. I don’t have to look to know that Illidan is searing Tyrande’s lips with the heat of his kiss while she caresses the soft folds of his wings; we are all intertwined, all connected. Despite ten thousand years of history that I was not a part of, I’m not an outsider. There is no hesitation, no barrier to impede the love that flows freely through all of our minds.