A Witches’ Waves Holiday Gift (Not Safe for Children or Prudish Relatives)

 

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah a little late, or, as an otter dual like Kyle might say, “Have a cool Yule.” (Duals and witches both do their major celebrating on Yule or Solstice, but duals–especially otter and fox duals–consider the sheer number of competing early-winter holidays as a sign from Trickster that late November through early January should be one long party. )

Not in the mood for cute fuzzy animals this AM? Most of the festivities at this time of year that originated north of the Equator are festivals of light, so this is kind of appropriate. Right?

Okay, that’s stretching it, but the picture sets the mood for my final gift to you, an explicit ménage scene that didn’t make it into Witches’ Waves. Can you believe it? My editor said there was plenty of sex already and I had to get on with wrapping up the plot. (She was right, but it left this perfectly delicious scene hanging out with no place to go.) Remember as you read this that Meaghan is blind and, prior to meeting the guys, had a history of sexual trauma. Also remember the scene didn’t go through a full editorial  process, so any infelicities are my responsibility, not Samhain’s.

The next day was sunny after the night’s storm, and relatively warm for late June in Oregon. During a break from magic lessons, Meaghan was drinking in the simple pleasures of listening to the ocean, leaning against Kyle with Deck lying in her lap. So this was what freedom was like, at least sometimes. Freedom and being in love. “I could get used to this,” she murmured.

“I hope so,” Deck quipped, “because you’re stuck with us now.”

Kyle, sitting behind Meaghan, distracted her by nibbling on her neck, then pulled Meaghan’s shirt over her head and used it to trap her hands in place behind her back. Deck chuckled, rose to his knees, and supported her with one strong arm—which also held her hands in place. With his free hand, he joined Kyle in caressing her breasts.

For an instant, Meaghan panicked and fought against the soft restraint. When she realized she could get free at any time and Kyle wasn’t trying to stop her, she relaxed a bit. The cool salt and warm sun felt wonderful on her bare breasts—she hadn’t bothered with a bra, at least partly in hope that there would be time for play breaks during the day—and she knew she was safe with Kyle and Deck.

In fact, the hint of restraint felt good, sensual. It heightened the pleasure of Kyle’s and Deck’s hands on her bared skin. And that made her feel bad. She’d been willing to die for freedom. It didn’t make sense that she could be into bondage.

“Breathe,” Kyle whispered. “If this freaks you out too much, let us know. Bondage doesn’t work for some people.”

“But this isn’t really bondage, not like I do to Kyle sometimes,” Deck added, his breath hot at her other ear. “More a way to help you focus on pleasure. As well as a way to see if you might enjoy bondage, which is something Kyle and I both enjoy.” His voice dropped to a lower, even sexier register. “Will you try this for us?” Meaghan’s body was thinking more and more that it was a great idea, but her brain still fought the pleasure. She’d been helpless too long. She didn’t want to be helpless anymore.

And then she realized she wasn’t helpless. Even if she’d been chained up like a violent prisoner, not lightly and teasingly restrained with a sweatshirt and the hand of someone she loved, she could always call upon her magic. She might not get very far against the more experienced Deck, but she didn’t need to in this case. She just needed to know she had recourses, a possible escape route.

And of course, she had a far easier way out if she needed it. She could just tell the guys to stop, and they’d listen to her. She opened herself to them, let their auras blossom in her mind. Nothing there but desire and love and the fine, silver cords that bound them all together.

She was safe and she had power. Magical power. Power within the relationship.

As soon as she realized that, she knew she could let go and enjoy Kyle and Deck’s game.

“Yes,” she said, surprised by how sultry she sounded. “Yes. Please.”

She swore she felt the air between Deck and Kyle ripple with heat and maybe something else, a playful kind of conspiracy. Their hands teased and stroked until she moaned and arched against them.

The men shifted slightly. Deck let go of her wrists as he did so, but Meaghan didn’t try to wiggle out of the symbolic bonds of the constraining shirt. She was surprised, in fact, to realize she wished Deck had kept his grip on her, because it had felt good. Possessive, but in a lovely way, like he wanted to keep her close to him all the time.

And then she lost track of the thought when Kyle and Deck each took a nipple into their mouths. Together, they sprawled back on the blanket and Meaghan lost herself to sensation. Somewhere along the line, the sweatshirt fell off her wrists and no one bothered to put it back.

She decided she kind of missed the light bondage, but not enough to interrupt the pleasure of hands and mouths on her skin.

Breath caught in Meaghan’s throat. Anything resembling a coherent thought fled. All she could focus on was pleasure and need and the pulsing sound of the surf, reminding her of her vision of making love with Kyle and Deck in the water. “I… Please.” She cut herself off before she started begging.

She heard the smile in Kyle’s voice as he stopped nibbling her neck long enough to ask “What do you want, Meaghan? Tell us what you need.”

Meaghan’s mouth opened and closed without a sound coming out. She should let them set the pace, right? Shaw had never liked it when she tried to suggest something sexual…

But the heroines in her favorite books weren’t shy about letting their lovers know what felt good, at least once they figured it out themselves. Romance novels might not be the most realistic guide to life and relationships, but they were bound to offer a healthier and more fun perspective than Shaw. She already knew he was wrong about just about everything else. High time to stop trusting his dictates about what men liked.

“The hell with that,” burst out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Both men stopped what they were doing, to her chagrin. She couldn’t help laughing as she said, “I didn’t mean you. I meant the voice in my head trying to tell me to let you decide what we were doing. Especially since Kyle asked and everything.”

Kyle applauded and after a few beats, Deck joined in.

“I was wondering…could we have sex in the ocean? I had that vision before I even met you, and the ocean calls to all of us so strongly…”

Deck swooped in and kissed her lips, deep and sweet, before he answered. “Not the best idea here, for a couple of reasons. The ocean does call to all of us, but especially to you, and sometimes the attraction gets a little out of control. And you generate a lot of red magical energy, but we haven’t even started talking about how to use it…well, other than the obvious. We could get in a magical mess until you learn more control. And, well, until I can control myself around the two of you, which may be never.”

Meaghan felt herself blushing.

“What he’s not saying,” Kyle added, “is the water here is cold, even for water witches, so having sex in the water might not be as much fun as you’d think. If you’re shivering, I want it to be from pleasure, not hypothermia.”

“So I finally have a good vision and it can’t come true?” She tried not to sound like she was pouting, but she didn’t fancy she’d succeeded.

Deck wrapped both arms around her. “Not here and now, but it will happen. Meanwhile, one of the guest houses has a hot tub, kept clean with magic so the water feels alive, not all chemical tainted and dead…and no one’s using it right now.”

They found their way to the guest house in record time. Meaghan didn’t even bother putting her shirt back on.

 

 

Warm water and Kyle’s sure hands bore her up and Deck’s mouth was between her legs. It wasn’t her vision, but it felt like her vision, not just the water’s embrace but the love that flowed as freely as the water. So right, just like Deck’s mouth was right, drawing her desire high, filling her with wondrous tension as the warm water relaxed her in other ways. Just like Kyle’s hands were right on her skin, his lips right on hers.

An orgasm was building, hot and tight, and she was having a hard time telling where she left off and Deck and Kyle began. She tried to reach for them, but she was clumsy with desire and her hands closed on water.

Her shields eroded by passion, she let herself feel the water magically. The water was trapped in a huge tub, but it felt alive. Not like the ocean did, but charged, full of energy. Full of red magic, too. The water was clean and fresh, thanks to the spells on it, but lingering traces of magical energy revealed they weren’t the only people who stole away to make love in this special place. For some reason Meaghan liked that, liked feeling hints of their desire dance on her skin along with Deck’s and Kyle’s. Liked knowing the tame water here was still one with all the waters of the world.

The top of her head exploded. Her boundaries dissolved. She thrashed in the water as waves of climax broke over her, and Kyle’s mouth swallowed her cries.

She was still floating bonelessly when Deck helped her to lean against the side of the tub and positioned himself behind her. “Some women don’t stay lubricated in water,” he whispered, caressing her pussy. “But you’re a water witch, so that’s not going to be a problem. You and water get along.” The head of his cock replaced his fingers, stroking her slit, reawakening need.

“Kyle…” She reached out and his hand clasped hers.

“Right here, baby. Just off to the side so I can watch the fun until it’s my turn.”

“I want it to be your turn too. If you sat on the side of the tub, I could suck you.”

“Do you really want to, or are you saying that because you feel like you should?” Kyle’s fingers squeezed hers. “I’d love to feel your mouth on my cock, but only if you’re into it. The last time you suggested it, you didn’t smell all that enthusiastic about the idea.”

She couldn’t help smiling. “No, I suppose I didn’t. And I know you’ll both know if I’m lying so I’ll be honest: I haven’t had great experiences with sucking cock. But I like your cocks, and I like touching and kissing you, so it seems like something that should be fun with someone…”

“Who’s not Shaw,” Kyle finished for her. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

Deck made a small choking noise. Water splashed Meaghan as he moved aside and drew Kyle into an embrace. She heard kissing, then a sharp, quick slap, followed by Kyle’s moan. Deck began whispering, and she knew she shouldn’t try to hear, but damn it, they knew her hearing was sharper than most humans’, and she couldn’t help herself.

“You will be gentle, unless she signals for you not to be. Let her set the pace.” There was no mistaking that Deck’s words were an order. “And don’t you dare come in her mouth.” She wanted to say that didn’t seem fair to Kyle, but Deck added, “I want to taste your come today, but she asked first. We can share you.”

And the way Kyle breathed “Yes” told her everything she needed to know.

Kyle liked this. Liked the order. Liked the restriction.

And definitely liked knowing that both she and Deck would have his cock in their mouths.

Oh my God, or as people around here seemed to say, oh Powers.

The two men helped position her for this new adventure. Deck behind her, even harder, she thought, than before. Kyle in front of her, sitting on the wall. He was slick with water, radiating heat, and when she closed her hand around the base of his shaft, he sucked in his breath hard.

She bent her head down. He was damp with fresh water, his feet still in fresh water, but he still smelled like the ocean.

When she steeled her courage and took him into her mouth, he tasted like the ocean and his head rested lightly on her wet hair. It felt like the animal in him, the marine mammal, was blessing her.

Then Deck entered her, filling her as water surrounded them both.

Red magic exploded around the three of them. As Deck had said earlier, Meaghan had no idea yet what to do with red magic other than enjoy the way it danced on her nerve endings and caressed her in places Deck and Kyle couldn’t reach with their physical bodies. This time, with the three of them connected by touch and water, the red magic opened her to the two men in a way that would have been flat-out terrifying if the first thing she perceived wasn’t love.

Kyle’s hand rested lightly on her head as she learned how to breathe around his cock, learned how to relax and trust that he wouldn’t thrust wildly without warning. But she could sense the tension within him, sense how he wanted to grasp her hair firmly, the way he sometimes did when they kissed, how he wanted to control her movements. Not to hurt her, but simply to have control, to take charge. But he wouldn’t because Deck had said not to. Deck was holding and controlling Kyle with his eyes, as surely as he was holding her with strong hands on her hips. In some sense, she was a conduit between the two men, but a much-loved, much-desired one. They wanted her for herself, but it also meant something to both men that Deck could control the way Kyle touched her.

At the same time, she sensed that if she wanted the rough, dominant side both men held in check with her, she needed only ask and sound like she meant it.

She clenched at the thought. Yes, she wanted that sometime, wanted to experience the force and power of her two lovers unchecked. But not yet. Especially not with all the world’s waters touching her and red magic swirling around, because she wasn’t sure she could contain her own wild power if someone wasn’t maintaining control.

Kyle tasted good. She didn’t remember particularly enjoying the taste before, though she hadn’t hated it either. He filled her mouth, but he wasn’t choking her, so she was able to experiment. Get her hand involved, pulling back his foreskin. Swirl her tongue on his cockhead. Lick in different ways and vary her rhythm.

Although she realized her rhythm, more often than not, matched the rhythm set by Deck’s thrusts. She felt his self-control as well as the control he was exerting over Kyle, a web of energy surrounding all three of them. He was fucking her hard already, but he was holding back. She could sense the tension in his aura. Waiting for a signal, maybe.

She raised her head from Kyle’s cock long enough to give him one. “Please,” she said. “Please. I won’t break.”

“I might.” Deck’s voice was tight, thick with lust. “The water…and your magic and mine…and watching you sucking Kyle. It’s all I can do not to explode.”

She clenched even harder at his words and felt his cock jump inside her. “So explode. If I can’t keep up, I have faith one or both of you will help me out. And Kyle,” she added, looking up toward where she knew his face was, “I won’t break either. Not choking me is good. But you can pull my hair and stuff if you’d like. Show me how it feels best for you.”

“Remember what I told you. That still holds.” Deck’s voice had a deep burr she hadn’t heard before, and an authority that made her shiver.

“Yes, Deck. Yes.” Kyle’s voice also held a new note. Obedience, but joyful obedience, as if saying yes to Deck was one of the most wonderful things Kyle could imagine. And he was hoping, she realized, that she would come to feel the same way about Kyle calling some of the shots for her. Controlling her in bed, while he helped her explore freedom everywhere else. She sensed that part too, so she didn’t shy away.

She closed her mouth over Kyle again. Pushed back around Deck to reinforce her point. One of Deck’s hands slid around to find her clit, under the water. His thrusts became deeper, wilder. One of Kyle’s hands gripped her hair. The other cupped her cheek, his thumb trailing along her jawline. He moved her, gently but firmly, so she was taking him deeper into her mouth. Still not choking, not out of control.

Not out of control. In control, but controlling himself as well, for her sake and Deck’s.

And that was hotter than she could explain.

Meanwhile Deck fucked her, and his fingers circled her clit, and red magic charged the water that caressed them all.

Deck was the first to tumble over the edge, with a roar and a fierce thrust that sent water splashing everywhere. His orgasm echoed through Meaghan’s body. She began to shake, and as her muscles tightened, preparing for the surge of release, she pulled away from Kyle, afraid she might bite down. He didn’t try to keep her there.

Waiting for Deck, she sensed, not afraid she might bite. He might like it, considering how rough he liked Deck to be.

Then she stopped thinking as pleasure overtook her.

Kyle and Deck both held her up as she came.

Then Kyle drew her in close, so she was nestled against his thigh. She heard the movement of water as Deck stepped forward. “Wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Meaghan.” His voice sounded as dark and burred as it had addressing Kyle earlier, and Meaghan’s body, which she’d thought was sated, responded. She obeyed, not that it was really obedience when she’d been told to do something she wouldn’t have thought of, but really, really liked now that Deck had said it.

Kyle strained at her touch.

Deck crouched down in the water between Kyle’s legs. Meaghan felt the heat of his breath on her hand, felt Kyle’s body tense as he took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. Felt Deck’s lips kiss her fingers as his mouth glided down Kyle’s shaft. “Move with me,” Deck said, but she already was, catching the rhythm as she might the pulse of the surf.

It wasn’t long before Kyle arched back and cried out, a sound that held all the wildness of the ocean.

And then Deck kissed her with Kyle still on his lips and Meaghan thought she might weep from the blissful pressure of the magic and love that surrounded them.

 

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