I do apologize for taking so long with this. RL got majorly in the way, but things have settled down a bit now. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3 – Smooth Moves
"I probably ought to get back home." Bethany sounded so dejected at the prospect that Isabela had to hide her amusement. "Rob will worry where I am."
"Rob's probably still out and about himself. Last time I saw him he was headed for the docks. Kept talking about raining men or something." Isabela shook her head, putting an arm around Bethany's naked shoulders. "Come on, Sunshine. Stay with us, just a little longer."
"Try some of this wine." Fenris' deep voice, warm and gentle, alerted them to his return. "It's one of the best reds in the cellar, a rare vintage from Southern Nevarra, rich and heady."
Isabela nodded approvingly. "Just what we need. Let's get a little more comfortable, shall we? Fenris has a lovely large bed. No need to keep rolling around on the floor."
Fenris shrugged. "You know the way, Bela."
"Indeed I do." She laughed and headed for the stairs, her arm still around Bethany, taking care to let her hips swing enticingly.
Behind them, Sebastian sighed audibly. Isabela smiled to herself and, sure enough, when they proceeded to Fenris' bedchamber on the upper floor, there were two sets of footsteps following them.
As they entered the room, Isabela briefly wondered what it would look like to Bethany. Would she be put off by the shabby furniture, the worn tapestries, the dust covering every unused surface? Fenris wasn't much of a housekeeper and, in all the years he'd spent in the old mansion, he'd never made any effort to make it look nice. The bed was comfortable, though, with a firm mattress and clean sheets, and it was there that she led Bethany now.
Bethany sat down on the edge of the mattress, rolling her shoulders and grimacing as she did so.
"What is it, sweet cheeks?" Isabela knelt down on the bed, gently embracing her from behind. "You look tense."
"It's just my neck." Bethany tilted her head first to one side, then to the other, with a small sound of pain. "Sometimes the robes seem so heavy."
"Well, it's a good thing you don't need to bother with them here, then," Isabela purred, unfazed when Sebastian rolled his eyes at her.
Handing Bethany a glass of wine, which she gratefully accepted, Isabela took a moment to assess the situation. The two men had gotten comfortable on the other side of the bed. Sebastian was lying stretched out on his side, his head propped up on one elbow, cradling a goblet of wine in his other hand. Fenris was close behind him, one hand resting lightly on the other man's hip, as if he was claiming him. Which is probably exactly what he has in mind. Unconsciously, Isabela licked her lips at the thought of watching them together.
But, first things first. She'd been looking forward to having Bethany to herself ever since the two guys had interrupted them earlier on. Now was the perfect opportunity since, in all probability, they needed a little more down time. And if that's not the perfect way to put it… Once again, she chuckled at her own wit. Taking the wine glass from Bethany's hands, she took a long, lingering swig herself, then put it away with care.
A little rummaging in the nightstand produced a bottle of almond oil that she'd brought along on an earlier visit. "Come on, Sunshine." She patted the mattress. "Face down, to start with."
Bethany opened her mouth as if to speak, but then nodded and lay down, hiding her face in her arms. Isabela ran a hand along her spine, all the way from her neck to her ass, admiring its perfect curve and relishing the slight shiver this elicited. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unstoppered the bottle and liberally applied the scented oil to Bethany's back. Ah. How lovely. Glistening all over.
"You look gorgeous," she whispered softly. "Perfect."
Sebastian obviously agreed with her assessment. He seemed unable to take his eyes off Bethany's body and, when Isabela straddled it with a swift move, he gasped briefly. Still, he kept well back, outwardly calm and relaxed, the fire in his gaze the only indication of his interest. Fenris, too, was watching them with large, intent eyes.
Isabela leaned back a little, enjoying the way their eyes followed the movement of her breasts, then bent forward and put her hands on Bethany's slick, slippery skin, letting them glide downwards in a single smooth move. Bethany arched into her touch with a long, happy moan, then sank back into the sheets, practically purring with delight.
It was a sheer expression of well-being, nothing more, a sensual rather than a sexual reaction, but, even so, it was incredibly enticing. To see Bethany—gentle, well-behaved, sweet Bethany—like this was a thrill in itself; to watch her give herself up to the pleasure of being touched; to witness her complete and utter abandon—this was more titillating than the most beguiling attempt at seduction.
Isabela took her time, alternating long, steady strokes with quick, light pats of her hand, loosening the tense muscles until Bethany was fairly melting into the mattress. Only then did she gently nudge the other woman to turn over. Bethany did so without any trace of shame or embarrassment. Isabela generously applied more oil, gently kneading the sensitive skin on her breasts and stomach, running a teasing finger along her hipbone and down her thigh, noting with approval how Bethany's legs opened willingly for her.
Time to spice this up a little. Carefully, Isabela put aside the bottle and wiped her hands, then took a moment to admire her handiwork. Bethany was so beautiful like this, laid out on the bed as if she was posing for a particularly naughty painting, her eyes half closed in enjoyment, her lips parted breathlessly. It was almost enough just to look at her. Almost. Then again...
With a heartfelt smile, Isabela spread Bethany's legs wide and dove in.
Sebastian couldn't take his eyes off the two women. It was almost too much, too many sights and sounds vying for his attention: Bethany's pert little breasts, glistening with oil, her nipples taut and rosy; the way she was writhing on the bed, her fingers frantically scrambling into the sheets for purchase; Isabela's hand lazily thrusting inside her while the pirate's talented tongue did wonderful things to her. So incredibly hot.
But, best of all was Fenris, right behind him, one strong arm around his waist, skin to skin, his body heavy and relaxed. The elf, too, seemed content to rest for a while, sharing warmth and affection, occasionally reaching around him to borrow the wine goblet. But then, Bethany gave a small, helpless cry, and something changed. All at once Fenris' touch turned electric, and his hands began roaming all over Sebastian's body. Sebastian moaned happily, enjoying the slight scrape of calloused palms against his stomach, his hips, his thighs. Fenris didn't rush things, exploring every inch of skin with minute care. When his long, graceful fingers finally closed around Sebastian's length, he was half-hard again, moaning with delight at the firm, assured touch.
Fenris chuckled quietly, reaching for the oil bottle. When his hands returned, they were slick and slippery, and Sebastian was only too happy to let him know how good it felt. Fenris' hand slid up and down in a smooth rhythm, and it wasn't long before he had to stifle a cry, no longer able to keep his hips from moving. It was almost infuriating when Fenris let go of him, but the elf shushed him with a small, soothing noise, placing a tender kiss on his bare shoulder. Fenris' hand travelled lower to cup his balls, tugging gently but insistently, one finger probing even further back, then retreating, in a mute question.
Sebastian bit his lip, twisting in Fenris' arms to meet his gaze. "Tonight, it's all up to you. Anything you want."
The elf's eyes grew impossibly dark. "Anything?" The low growl of his voice was a caress in itself.
Sebastian nodded, holding his gaze without flinching. "Anything."
It was all the encouragement Fenris needed.
Had he dreamed about this, too, at night in the emptiness of his mansion when they'd parted for the night with a manly embrace? Had he, too, harboured feelings that were anything but brotherly, all this time? Sebastian knew he would never ask, but there could be no doubt that Fenris was eager.
Within seconds, his hand was back, lifting Sebastian's thigh a little for better access, and then those long fingers were working at him again, skilled and light, making him whine with pleasure at their touch. He hadn't allowed himself to remember how good this felt, how much he'd craved it, and, Maker, it had been so long! Fenris was patient and gentle, despite being fully hard against his back, and Sebastian was grateful for the chance to get accustomed to this kind of intrusion again.
He was more than ready by the time Bethany cried out, her fingers clenching in Isabela's hair, her face contorted with lust. The pirate laughed breathlessly, and for a moment he was distracted by the sight of her. Nothing could possibly be as hot as Isabela, kneeling on the bed like a goddess of love and debauchery, her face shining with Bethany's arousal, her eyes sparkling as she turned to wink at him.
Behind him, Fenris hesitated, his hand stilling. "You want-"
He shook his head, pushing back into the elf's touch. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Isabela laughed again, licking her fingers with every sign of enjoyment. "You know, Vael, there's really no need to decide. You could have us both, if you want."
He gasped hard when the implication of her words sank in.
The pirate grinned, rolling on her back and spreading her legs wide as she spelled it out for them. "What do you say, Fen? You can fuck him while he's inside me. Would you like that, Sebastian?"
There was no mistaking the hoarse groan from Fenris' throat, nor the tiny whimper from Bethany's lips. She was gazing at Sebastian, still panting, her eyes hazy with lust, and what he could read in them made him throw all scruples to the wind.
"Yes." His voice sounded strangled, and he had to repeat the word to make sure they'd all heard him. "Yes, please. Fenris?" He turned to face his friend, trying to read his expression. The naked hunger in Fenris' eyes made him tremble inside.
Isabela pushed herself up on her elbows, letting her eyes rove down his body to his rock hard cock. "Come," she mouthed at him, raising her hips in a clear invitation.
He turned to kiss Fenris first though, deep and hungry, savouring every moment of it. When he turned back to face Isabela and started scooting over to her side of the bed, Fenris' hand was on his lower back, steady and supporting. Sebastian felt dizzy with anticipation, and slightly worried about the mechanics of the whole thing at the same time. For all his varied experiences, this was new to him.
Not to Isabela, apparently. With a surprisingly warm smile, she pulled him down between her legs, her body opening up for him so easily that he slid deep inside her in one single smooth stroke. As soon as he was fully sheathed inside her heat, she made him stop, tilting her hips a little and spreading her legs even wider before she nodded at Fenris.
Sebastian held his breath as he felt the elf move in behind him, unable to suppress the reaction even though he knew it would make him tense up. Isabela felt wonderful around him, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more, he wanted Fenris, and the urgency of his need was unexpected and raw and wonderful.
"Sebastian…" Fenris' deep, vibrating voice, close behind him, made his whole body shudder with arousal, and then there was a hand on his flank, calming and demanding at the same time, arranging him just the way Fenris wanted him. Fenris had been thorough, and generous with the oil but, even so, there was a brief moment of pain. Sebastian might have called for a halt if Bethany hadn't joined them at this point, placing a gentle hand on his spine and sending a cooling wave all through his body. It wasn't a strong spell, just enough to tide him over through the first discomfort and remind him of the pleasure that lay ahead. Fenris was panting heavily, but he held back, moving slowly, steadily, pushing deeper inside him with each breath, while Isabela held him in place with her strong thighs.
There was a single, perfect instant when they were fully joined, all three of them, as close as they could be, with Bethany's magic enveloping them like a cocoon. Sebastian closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel all three of them, surrounding him, filling him, holding him tight, and he knew he would never experience the like again: the sensation of being utterly safe, cherished, loved.
When Fenris finally moved, things got messy and awkward for a while, with Isabela protesting vocally until they'd worked out a rhythm that suited them all. Bethany stayed close the whole time, running her hands all over their bodies, occasionally adding a tiny tingle of magic, a flash of heat or of soothing coolness, and somehow she was part of it all, just as much as the others.
It all became a blur at some point, nothing but heat, movement, lips and tongues and teeth, sweat and oil and sticky slickness, moans and cries and hoarse voices begging for more. He lost himself in his lovers: Fenris, pounding hard into him, driving him deep into Isabela's willing flesh; her heels digging into his flanks, egging him on; Bethany's lips on his as they shared a long, passionate kiss.
When he came, it was a little bit like dying, like being torn apart, shredded to tiny little pieces and burnt to ashes, his whole being obliterated in a white hot blaze. It almost scared him until he felt their soft lips on his skin, reminding him that all three of them were there to reassemble him, to put him back together. He was floating in their embrace, unable to speak or move, yet completely happy and at peace. This is how it's meant to be. This is worth going to the Void for.
Giant hugs and thanks to suilven for all her help and encouragement.