Chapter 12 Vyslan
Suggested Listening: River Flows In You by Lindsey Stirling
T he internet is a fantastic tool. The network we have for dealing in goods isn’t remotely as robust. Mostly, because someone, somewhere is always trying to break it for their own gain. It’s why, at my age and power, it’s easier to use a personal broker to acquire goods.
But here?
I can have anything I want at the click of a button.
For the last three days Gracie and Ezra have gone into the shop then come home. I’ve taken over cooking because I need something to do besides watch all of the saved programming I’ve told myself I’d get around to, eventually. I’ve been on a reading kick the last three or so years, so I haven’t turned my television on much.
As enjoyable as it is to feed the two of them and snuggle in bed to alternate between fucking and watching Two Humans and a Demon, we need a little bit more variety.
I’ve casually asked what the two of them would be doing on a typical night.
Gracie has a wide range of answers, most of them work related. She has other hobbies, too. And a deep love for her spellcraft. But the question always stirs up some anxiety in her. There’s something she doesn’t want to discuss openly and I haven’t pushed.
But Ezra?
He just shrugs and has no answer for me. Because his life is the shop and counting down the minutes until he sees Gracie again. It’s why he’s there early and stays late. Because taking care of the shop has been the only way he can take care of her and still maintain their relationship.
But things are changing. Neither of them have to ignore their feelings any longer. And that means Ezra needs to change, too. He needs a hobby. And I am the mother fucking king of hobbies.
Hausé has been instrumental in assisting my efforts. I’m still trying to avoid sharing space with Poppy since my presence unsettles her so much. Hausé has been kind enough to pass a few notes between us to keep our contact to the bare minimum. I haven’t yet figured out what kind of entity Hausé is, but she is very kind and protective. That’s something I can appreciate.
Tonight Poppy has to do some nighttime planting, so she will be out in the forested area well past midnight.
Briella doesn’t have the same reservations about speaking with me. We had a nice chat over an afternoon glass of wine. She assured me she had a lot of deliveries to make this evening and would make sure to take her time.
Which means the patio and garden area are free game tonight.
I stand back and grin at the tools I’ve gathered under the tent. The exchange rate for human currency is in my favor, so I took advantage of the fact. I want to spoil these two. I want to create something that they’ll hold on to even when I’m gone.
Just the idea of leaving them fills me with sorrow. I hold it for a moment, then push it away.
Tonight is about enjoying ourselves alongside each other. And nothing will inhibit that.
I’m also curious if that presence I’ve felt on the fringes of the property will come back tonight. I suspect Gracie is fully aware of it. And there’s no doubt in my mind who it is.
This Puck fellow has quite the reputation. Briella has told me a considerable amount about him. It’s clear she was a fan of his. From everything she’s shared, it does sound like Puck was smitten with Gracie. Which makes me wonder, why would he vanish?
Something doesn’t make sense about the situation with the fae. I’m curious, and I’d like to talk to him myself. But I won’t involve myself in Gracie’s affairs. No, that would be something a more permanent fixture in her life might do. And I can’t forget that this is still temporary.
I stare down at my shadow falling across the plastic sheet spread over the ground and my mind drifts.
This was supposed to be casual… I had no goals beyond getting relief and then getting out. But something about the chemistry that first night has kept me here. And now I don’t want to leave.
The sound of a vehicle easing into the driveway perks me up. I clap my hands together, grin, and head around the corner to welcome my witch and vampire home.
Ezra is already out and at Gracie’s door, waiting to take her things from her as she extracts herself from behind the wheel.
I’ve come to really appreciate that black budtender tee on Ezra. I like taking it off him even more.
Gracie rises from the car and tips her black wide brimmed felt hat back on her head to peer at me. I never got a good look at her outfit for the day before she left. She’s got leather-like leggings tucked into ankle boots and this black-and-white striped shirt that’s short in front and long in back on. What I like about it is the way the top part over her shoulders is all straps, giving tantalizing glimpses of flesh. I did help her apply concealer to the love bites, a job I rather enjoyed.
What I find curious is how quickly her bruises have healed. I suspect that’s due to Ezra’s super-vampire-healing-saliva. There’s quite a lot about him that doesn’t follow the natural order of things.
“What are you up to?” she asks.
I spread my arms wide and grin. “Whatever do you mean, sweet witch?”
She rolls her eyes and chuckles. “Exactly.”
I clasp my hands behind my back and grin. “Did you enjoy your afternoon snack?”
Briella was kind enough to deliver it to the shop, and even happier when I included some as a bonus for her.
Ezra and I both noticed how little there was in the kitchen. Rather than wait for permission, he and I have arranged for groceries to be delivered. I’ve enjoyed getting to cook for others. It’s helped fill the quiet hours while I think and ponder my predicament.
Gracie places her hand over her stomach and groans. “Please tell me you didn’t just make dinner. I’m so full.”
“You’re in luck, because dinner is not yet served.” I wink at them and wave them into the house. “Come. Drop your things. Gracie, what’s your number?”
There’s a light and lightness to her as she smiles. I haven’t quite figured out how to gauge how she’s feeling without her input, but I’m close. Her aura isn’t an accurate meter. Pain doesn’t limit her emotions, and when they combine things can get murky. But I’ll crack this mystery yet.
“I’d say a three,” she says, surprising me. With our evening activities, I’d have expected it to be higher. But she’s trending down.
Another bit of information to file away and study later.
“Good.” I give her ass a little pat as she walks by.
Ezra hesitates, gaze narrowed, and clutches her purse to his chest like a shield.
I grin at him, presenting sharp, pointy teeth. “Oh, come now. You can’t tell me you’re frightened of me.”
Our dynamic is evolving. I am the more experienced partner. But not for long. Ezra is delightfully free from shame and open to exploring his instincts. He isn’t naturally dominant. It’s an aspect of his vampirism he can’t fully choke out, even if he wants to. There is a part of him that will always be the apex predator. But he can change mindsets with a switch, becoming soft and pliant under Gracie’s attentions. Another being might struggle with the roles, but Ezra is eager to connect. He’s like an empty vessel, and we’re filling him up with the affection he’s yearned for.
He narrows his gaze at me and huffs. “You’re up to something.”
“Naturally.”
Ezra stands a little straighter and eyes me as he walks through the door. I pull back my hand and swing, only to be met with empty air. The vampire is across the room smirking at me while his hair is still catching up with him. I can’t help but clap and laugh, delighted.
“Okay, you two. What’s going on?” Gracie asks. “Why are you wearing white?”
I grab the two piles of clothes on the counter and hold them up. “These are your matching outfits. I want you to both go change, then we’re going to have these infused chocolates I made earlier, and after that I’ve got a surprise.”
“Infused chocolate?” Gracie asks, perking up.
“Yes. Peanut butter filled truffles. It’s been ages since I worked with candy, so you’ll have to tell me what you think.”
The words aren’t even fully out of my mouth and Gracie has snatched up the clothes while Ezra keeps watching me closely.
“Deal,” Gracie squeals as she takes off for the bedroom, one hand clamped to her head to keep the hat on.
She has quite the collection. I should know. I’ve gone over all of them in the last few days.
I follow the two of them into the bedroom where they change and I get to hear all about the frustrations of the shop. There’s also mention of an older patron named Sally that Gracie seems to have a soft spot for.
Soon enough, they’ve changed and I watch as Gracie licks the chocolate off her fingers. She groans her approval while Ezra offers her a napkin. We’re sprawled over the sofas, where we tend to end up after they return from work. This has quickly become my favorite ritual. I can see the tension leave the both of them and we settle back into this easy camaraderie we’re developing. I’ve got Gracie’s head tucked under my chin while Ezra tidies up from the snack. Once that’s done, he settles in on the far side of the sofa, picks up her dainty feet, and begins to massage them. Now that’s giving me other ideas.
She peers up at me. “So, what are you up to?”
“Depends, how high are you?”
She scrunches her nose. “It’ll take a while longer to kick in.”
I stand, taking her with me, and set her gently on her feet. I hold out my hand and grin at her. “Come with me?”
Gracie takes my hand then grabs Ezra by the neck of his skin tight white tee. What can I say? I appreciate the view.
I’ve given tonight a lot of thought. After looking around the house and taking into consideration what both Gracie and Ezra have shared about themselves, I made a decision. I hope they’re willing to follow through.
“What is all this?” Gracie asks as we emerge out into the garden.
I usher them around to the entrance of the tent so they can get the full effect.
There are a variety of canvases standing between two folding tables and an array of pants, pencils, and other instruments. While I am a demon of many hobbies, painting has been one that’s captured my attention more than other things. I wouldn’t say that I’m good at it. But one doesn’t have to be good at their hobbies to enjoy them. And that’s something I want to share with them.
“I thought it might be nice to change things up a bit,” I say.
Ezra regards the canvases and paint warily. “Painting?”
Gracie wanders into the tent, already intrigued by the idea.
I step closer to Ezra and sling an arm around his shoulders. “I’ve noticed you have a lack of hobbies to help fill your time. Given some of your other concerns, I thought I’d share some of my favorite pastimes with you. Perhaps you’ll find something you enjoy?”
Ezra blinks a few times before nodding slowly. He’s smart enough I know he understands my intentions. If Gracie banishes me back to my own world tomorrow, Ezra still has to deal with his issues. He can be obsessed with Gracie all he likes, but he needs to learn how to fill his time with something besides her. She’s made it clear she doesn’t want us breathing down her neck all the time. For now, we’re attached at the hip and happy about it. But that won’t last. This honeymoon will wane and things will settle into a routine. He needs to do something for himself or there will be nothing left for her.
“I’ve never painted anything before,” he says.
“What?” Gracie turns to peer back at him. Her hair is twisted up into a knot on her head. “Not even finger paintings your parents…”
Her words trail off into pained silence.
Ezra clears his throat. “Not really their style. Finger paintings don’t quite say asshole the way the rest of their décor tastes did.”
Gracie sputters while I outright laugh, the moment of tension broken. Ezra’s grin only makes the moment more precious.
“I’ve got all sorts of paints. If you want to finger paint, perhaps we can talk Gracie into being our canvas in a bit, yeah?” I wink at her.
“Um, maybe,” she mutters.
“There are big canvases, small ones. Take your pick,” I say while rubbing my hands together as the nerves begin to prickle just under my tail. “Gracie?”
“Hm?”
“I started work on something, and I’d like your input. Would you mind?”
“Sure,” she says.
I retreat to the corner where I’ve thrown a cloth over my work in progress. I pull it off and present the hat on its stand to her.
Gracie’s eyes go wide and her jaw drops. “Vyslan!”
“It’s hideous, isn’t it?” I say.
Her hands reach out and she brushes her fingertips over the very edge of the felt brim.
“You hate it, don’t you?” I’m not too proud to fish for a compliment.
Her eyes drift up to my face. “You’re paining this ?”
“Only if you think it’s worth finishing.”
It’s the same style and size as her other black hats with the wide brim and flat top. But I’ve begun to paint the underside of the brim. The words Hat Witch arch halfway around in a stylized white font. The rest of the brim is slowly being filled in with green vines and purple blossoms set against a stained glass backdrop of various blue hues. At least, that’s what it’ll look like when it’s finished.
“Yes!” She clasps her hands together and does an adorable little hop. “I want to see what it looks like when it’s done.”
Ezra watches the moment, cataloguing everything. His mind always at work.
I wink at her. “Then I know what I’ll be working on tonight. What will you do?”
“Goddess, I don’t even know. I’m not really an artist, but…”
I give her a little nudge. “Whatever speaks to you.”
She lunges for a small canvas then begins fingering a cup of brushes.
I pull back to my corner where I’ve set myself up with the tools I need for this project.
While I’d love to hover and guide her, I think this is an activity best pursued on our own. I don’t want to micromanage them.
Ezra moves in, helping Gracie get what she wants all lined up at the table next to me. Then he spends another five minutes watching her hum to herself as she stares at the blank canvas. He doesn’t exactly hover, but his attention is squarely on her for long enough I almost want to smack him.
That’s when he moves, quietly selecting a moderately sized canvas on the other side of the small space. He faces away from us, seated as far from us as he can get, and sinks into his work. I’m dying to see what he’s doing, but not yet.
We each fall into our own little world.
The sun sets and the lights overhead come to life, allowing us to work while listening to the sound of bugs and the soft music I asked Hausé to play for us. I’ve managed to finish the vines and flowers around the brim. Tomorrow I’ll fill my time with the backdrop of the hat before allowing it ample time to dry.
I set my things aside and turn to examine what the other two are up to. My gaze catches on the small canvas Gracie is hunched over and my face scrunches up.
“Gracie, what is that?” I try to smother a laugh, but it’s difficult.
She bursts out laughing and slaps the table. “It’s so bad, isn’t it?”
I tilt my head this way and that, unsure what it is I’m looking at. “Is that a cat’s asshole?”
“What? No!” She giggles—an adorable girlish sound I only hear when she is quite high—and squints at her work. “Maybe?”
Her clothes are liberally splattered with paint, proving that the change of clothes was a good idea.
Ezra leans over her shoulder. “Is that the moon through the old drive-in movie theater’s sign?”
She gasps. “How did you know?”
He points to some odd arching shapes to one side. “I just remember the sign and seeing the full moon through that cut out.”
“The moon?” I mutter, peering at the painting.
Nope. Still looks like an asshole.
Gracie twists in her seat. “Well let’s see what you’ve been up to, Mr. I’ve-Never-Painted-Before.”
Ezra takes a step back and glances toward the opening to the tent. There’s a smudge of navy blue paint on the side of his nose. He looks like he’s about to bolt. But then he heaves a sigh and turns to grab the canvas.
Gracie gasps and I have to admit, I did not see this coming.
“It’s not great. I didn’t realize the paint would stay wet so long, so I had to fix things…”
His voice trails off as we stare at the unfolding masterpiece. Okay, maybe it isn’t a masterpiece—yet—but there is promise.
Ezra has used paint to create texture. There’s a black background, and over that are blues, purples, and the darkest of pink shades to create a night sky overlooking a city, represented by black squares highlighted in white and yellow. The city has very little detail, while the night sky is captivating.
“You have to finish that, Ezra,” Gracie says.
He scratches his cheek, smearing more navy paint. “I think it needs to dry before I can go in for the details. I kept trying to add them, but the black is too wet.”
“What did you use?”
“Uh, I think the tube said oil?”
Fuck me.
He didn’t pick something easy to work with. It will take ages to cure. Time I’m not sure I have left.
I gesture at the piece. “Let’s set it aside and talk through your vision later. I can probably make some recommendations depending on what you want to do.”
Ezra nods, still a bit sheepish, and thrusts it at me.
I gingerly take the canvas and set it aside.
“I’m itchy and covered in paint.” Gracie stretches her arms and makes a face. “Vys? I have a serious question?”
“What is it, sweet witch?”
She chews her lower lip a moment and glances at Ezra. “What’s to stop Russ from, I don’t know, selling your name?”
I chuckle and grin at her. “A few things. Namely, my actual name is difficult for even those well-versed in Old Demonic to say. It’s quite an old name. But most of all, the first thing I did upon arriving was to hit the room with a stun spell. Very basic, but it does jar the mind. Whatever sounds Russ managed to make are gibberish in his head now.”
“And you’re sure that’s enough?”
“I’m confident, Gracie. What happened was a one-in-one-hundred-billion opportunity. And he wanted to squander it on forcing someone to love him.”
“Is that something you can do?” Ezra asks.
“Me? An incubus?” I can’t help but laugh. “No! Make you horney? Yes. Susceptible to suggestion? Also yes. But control or change your mind? No. That’s not how my powers work. Within the scope of our history, it is the incubi that have ensured our people’s survival. It’s a thankless job, and not one that’s needed much anymore, but that is the role we filled.”
“That’s fascinating,” Gracie says, her words slightly slurred. I didn’t miss her nibbling on some toast with budder smeared on top in addition to the infused truffles I fed her earlier.
I appreciate how comfortable she is around me. It means a great deal to me.
I reach over and smear my finger through some paint on her shoulder. “About that finger painting idea…”
“I’m listening,” she says.
Grinning, I arch my finger. My nail slices through the front of her white, paint splattered shirt and neatly down the middle.
She smirks and looks down at where I’m sawing through the bottom hem. “Gee, whatever are you doing?”
“Ezra?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“How would you like to help me paint Gracie?”
Her eyes widen. “You can’t be serious.”
I reach around behind her and unhook her bra. “Oh, I’m very serious. I have a canvas and colors all picked out. Ezra? Mind giving me a hand?”
“Vyslan, you cannot be serious!”
Her words and body language are at odds. While her face is shocked and her hands are out, she isn’t saying no. There’s a rosy blush warming her skin and she looks more intrigued and excited than alarmed.
I drop to my knees and yank her panties and the loose, white pants down.
“Vyslan!” she yelps.
Ezra has a hold of her, steadying her on her feet while I neatly strip her down to nothing.
I grin up her body and note the way Ezra is peering down at her, admiring everything on display. I rather like the picture they make. Despite Ezra being a vampire, he’s all bouncing lightness while Gracie wears darkness like a sensual cape.
“I’ve prepared a black canvas and a range of pastel purple, pink, blue, green, and yellow paints to go with the overall theme of your room. For us to create a memento together. What do you say?”
She leans back against Ezra’s chest, lower lip pinched between her teeth, eyes bright with interest. “You want to?”
I let my voice drop to a rumble and my lust leek out. “Oh, very much.”
“O-okay,” she says.
“Stand right there.”
I reach over to where I’ve prepared the paint in Styrofoam cups with lids. I pop the lids off and arrange them on the edge of the table.
Ezra takes this opportunity to kiss her neck and lick the lingering puncture wounds. He still isn’t drinking from her beyond a few sips, but the bites are highly erotic. I should know. He’s bitten me dozens of times and I rather enjoy the ache when they heal. I’ve gone out of my way to keep him from healing them to make the marks last longer.
“Ezra, would you like to do the honors?” I ask.
He reaches over and takes a pastel yellow cup of paint. “How’s this going to work?”
“We’re going to paint her front, then I’ll pose her and we’ll press the canvas to her front to transfer the paint.”
“Have you done this before?” Gracie asks.
“No, but it sounded like fun.”
Her eyes go wide while Ezra nods slowly. He then turns her to face him while she continues gaping at me. Her heavy tits sway with the movement and for a second I consider ignoring the activity in favor of tasting her. But, no. I want us to have this memory.
Ezra dips his finger in the paint up to his knuckle. It drips onto the plastic while he considers where and how to paint her. I’m unsurprised that he draws a sunny, yellow heart around her right nipple. I’m more pleased when he changes to the pale blue and fills the heart in. Her nipples pebble and she shivers under his touch.
Gracie shivers and grips the back of the chair she vacated.
In the short time that I’ve known her, I feel as though I’ve seen her shed a mental load. She’s lighter, prone to smiling, and as we grow more comfortable with each other, the more confidently she carries herself. It’s beautiful. And I’m part of that change.
I pick up the purple paint and pour it into my palm, then slap it on her stomach, splattering paint everywhere.
“Vyslan!” She squeals.
I stroke my hand over her soft curves and grin. “Yes, sweet witch?”
She sputters and shakes her head.
There’s a nagging sensation in my head. Something pressing into my awareness.
While I don’t look away from Gracie, I focus outward. On that dark presence that seems to circle the property time and time again.
Is Puck out there? What is he doing? And what is he waiting for?
The demons and fae don’t generally mix well. We’re too alike. I’d like to meet this Puck fellow myself and get a feel for him. But not now. No, tonight is about enjoying what time we have before Gracie sends me away.
Ezra points to her other breast, his finger dripping with pale blue paint. “Are you going to do this one?”
I grin at him. “I think I will.”
Before he can move, I grab his wrist and use his fingers to smear the blue paint across my lips. With the paint applied, I lean over and press my mouth over her nipple, leaving thick paint over her skin.
Gracie dances in place. “This feels so weird!”
“Do you think the paint will dry too fast?” Ezra asks.
“That is a risk, so let’s be quick about it.”
I use a rag and wipe the paint off me to switch to yet another color.
We draw symbols on her skin. Hearts and stars. I sketch a sigil I’ve adopted as something like my initials to one thigh.
It’s a magical moment full of smiles and laughter.
“I just had an idea,” I say.
Gracie is flushed and breathless. Her freckles have been dotted with pastel colors. “What?”
“You should lie on the table. It’ll make it easier to pose you.” I smack myself on the forehead, only realizing my mistake when I feel the wet paint. “Should have thought of this sooner.”
Gracie and Ezra both laugh and stare at my brow, but the damage has been done.
Oh well.
My arms snap out and I scoop Gracie off her feet. She squeals as I deposit her on the empty table. Some of her hair has come free, and it pools around her head. My breath catches in the back of my throat as I look at her. She’s so beautiful. But it’s her kindness that’s won me over. Under those thick walls she’s got a big heart.
I wag my finger at her. “Now lie still. You want the paint to dry and us have to apply it all over again?”
Ezra circles around to the other side. We begin to pour and splatter paint where there are no designs until she’s covered it in from her collar bone to her toes.
I gesture to the white fangs just above her left breast. “I like the pink blood between the breasts. Nice touch.”
Ezra’s eyes twinkle and burn with lust. “We’d better get the canvas pressed before this dries.”
“Help me with it?”
We wipe our hands to the best of our ability and pull the large, black canvas out from behind the other supplies. I pose Gracie on the table, then Ezra and I lower it to press over her body. Her hands form firm counterpoints from where I positioned her.
“I hope this turns out,” I mutter.
“Me, too,” Ezra says.
“This is going to look like a big, ol blob,” Gracie complains.
“If it does, you can tell us to do whatever you like. But if it doesn’t…” I wink at Ezra and he grins. “Lift it with me?”
Together we peel the canvas up and off her body, revealing the pastel colors set against the black canvas.
Blazing hellfire.
We stand it on its end at the foot of the table and silently stare at our creation.
Honestly, I’d expected it to be messy and perhaps a bit juvenile. But it isn’t. Yes, the paint is splattered and not altogether where I’d like it, but the way Gracie’s body is captured against the pitch black canvas in pale hues with our designs is… Captivating.
Her hands press against the canvas, as if she were flattened to a glass wall. The way her breasts balloon out only reinforces that image. But it’s the girlish twist to her right leg and the way her ankle is cocked that make it whimsical.
“That didn’t turn out half bad,” Gracie whispers.
“Half bad?” I turn toward her, brow cocked. “This is a fucking masterpiece.”
One I want to keep for myself.
“Where are we putting this for now?” Ezra asks, always mindful of literally everything.
“Let’s lean it up against that back table. Help me?”
I get the canvas placed against the table and turn to find Gracie standing with Ezra at her back, his hands slipping and sliding through the paint, smearing it even more.
They look so good together.
I can’t help it.
I walk into them, squeezing Gracie between Ezra and I.
She just laughs and smacks my shoulders. “You’re getting paint everywhere!”
Overcome with emotion, I grasp her by the messy bun, tilt her face up, and seal my lips over hers. I swallow the surprised squeak and thrust my tongue into her mouth while her hands claw at my shoulders.
I don’t know how much time I have left with them. We haven’t spoken about the summoning contract since that first night. One day has simply rolled into the next with us finding a rhythm between us. They’ve more than slaked my need. I could return home. Not that I want to. But what right do I have to ask to stay when my presence could put them in danger?
I suppose that’s what makes me so damn hungry for them.
Bending my knees, I wrap my arms around Gracie and lift. Her legs clamp around my hips as she clings to me.
I push back against Ezra, walking us out of the tent. I might have further splurged on a large lounge that has some older blankets thrown over it. I’m extremely glad I measured and splurged on a larger, sturdy model. It looks good in their garden, even with the colors starting to fade.
Kneeling on the lounge, I finally lift my head from Gracie’s delectable lips and look at Ezra. He’s standing at the foot of the lounge, his hand down his pants, watching us.
I nuzzle her face while looking at my golden vampire. “Gracie?”
“Huh?”
“Remember what we talked about yesterday?”
Her breath catches in her throat and her thighs clench around my hips.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I lift my brows and grin at her. “Can we…?”
She glances at Ezra and bites her lower lip.
“Can we—what?” he asks.
Gracie wiggles a little and nods. “Yes.”
“We had a little chat yesterday while you were doing laundry.” I reach back and palm her ass as she arches her back, no doubt giving Ezra a lewd view. “I asked Gracie if she thought she was ready to graduate from the glass dildo to your cock in her ass.”
“What?” Ezra croaks, but I notice his hand is still down his pants.
I slide my hands down the ample globes of her ass and spread her wide for his view. “Come on, mate. Can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it…”
“Fuck,” Ezra mutters. “Gracie?”
The little vixen glances over her shoulder at him. There’s no shyness. She doesn’t need to be helped out of her own head. She wears her sexuality and confidence like a second skin.
“Ezra, I want to feel you both. Get over here and fuck me. Now,” she commands.
He scrambles to kick off his sandals and scoots across the lounge, losing his pants as goes. He’s aware enough to note the small bottle of lube I left here. Just in case.
Ezra kisses her shoulder. “You sure?”
She reaches back and fists his hair none too gently before slamming her mouth against his.
Ezra moans and I hear the click of the cap.
Gracie keeps herself upright with the hold on my shoulder, freeing my hands to toy with her breasts. I twist her nipples, enjoying how slippery the paint makes her. I very intentionally did not remove the plastic covering the lounge for this reason.
They’re so beautiful together. I firmly believe Gracie and Ezra are destined. They’re pieces of a whole. I just gave them the push to see how they fit.
Ezra’s voice drops and his eyes darken. “Is this what you want?”
Gracie gasps and her body tenses for a moment. I lean in, ready to help her relax when her body goes limp.
Ezra’s jaw drops as her body rocks against me. There’s wonder, a little pain, and bliss etched on both their faces. Her body goes limp as she leans back over him. There’s a tenderness under the heat that’s new. I suspect it’s the beginnings of love, though she might not realize it yet.
Just when I’m starting to feel like an interloper, Gracie’s hand on my shoulder tightens and she yanks. I rock forward, trapping her between us.
“Kiss,” she says.
Leaning in, I kiss her then him. Back and forth as she begins to grind on my cock.
It’s Ezra who reaches over and paws at the waistband of my pants.
“I want to feel you both,” he says.
This moment is so beautiful it scares me. There have been very few creatures throughout my existence that I’ve allowed to burrow this deep in my heart. And for once, I think this could work.
I want it to work.
For tonight, I’ll take the fantasy. Even if it’s all I can get.
I clumsily shove my pants down. Ezra’s knees shove between my thighs as Gracie is balanced over the both of us.
There’s enough paint on my hands I don’t want to touch her. I’m not the least bit surprised when her pussy gives my cock a sloppy kiss. She’s so wet and turned on that despite the tight fit, I slide in deep. Not all the way, but enough that we’re left clutching each other and moaning.
“Please tell me you’re in,” Ezra says in a strained voice.
“Not quite.” I chuckle. “You?”
He shakes his head and Gracie whimpers. Her hands clutch my shoulders and she takes deep, almost panicked breaths.
I pull them to me for a messy three-way kiss.
“Vys,” Gracie whines against our lips.
I know what she wants. She’s gotten a taste for losing control.
“I’ve got you,” I mutter and tighten my core.
Ezra holds her close, his face next to hers as I blow my magic over them.
In moments I feel the change in her body. How she goes almost limp. That’s when I wrap my arm around her and lift.
Ezra and Gracie moan as I fuck our cocks with Gracie. It only takes a few thrusts before her body has been rearranged to fit us. It’s not until Ezra groans and thrusts helplessly that I feel him beyond the tightness of her perfect pussy.
That’s when I lose it to some degree.
I reach out, grabbing Ezra by the neck and kiss him.
Gracie’s knees dig into my legs as she rocks and grinds over us.
The paint smears between our bodies, painting us like one canvas.
I grasp Gracie’s bottom, helping steady and lift her. She’s a wild, wondrous thing using our bodies for her pleasure. I can’t help but feel proud of her as Ezra shreds my tongue, drinking my blood.
They’ve both come such a long way. I want to see how far they’ll go.
“I need… I need,” Gracie pants.
Ezra and I break our kiss, our mouths falling on her.
“What? What do you need?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her middle and lifting her.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Harder.”
I grin and cup her ass, lending my strength as we work her body.
There’s a beautiful unity to this moment witnessed by their goddess out here in the garden. I feel as though our souls, the essence of who and what we are, mingles. It’s forced closer with every slap of flesh on flesh until the rightness is undeniable.
I’ll never again find people who fit me the way they do.
Gracie throws her head back, her body suddenly going tight. I’ve been so caught up in my inner thoughts that her orgasm takes me by surprise. I shout as her tight cunt spurs my orgasm.
Ezra shoves her forward against my chest and pounds into her ass. His face is savage lines and teeth. Gracie writhes, moaning and begging. All while I’m their captive. A slave to their hearts.
How am I ever going to live without them?