Content Advisory: f/m/f intercourse and oral sex
Rien stood in the doorway, one broad shoulder propped against its solid frame while he watched him patiently listening to the construction foreman on the phone. Beau held up a finger asking for another minute of his youngest brother’s patience.
“I don’t care how many more you need to hire. Get the framing done and the walls up by the end of next week or I’ll find another crew to build my house.” Beau let the foreman blah-blah a bit longer before cutting him off. “Just get it done, Mr. Smythe. No more excuses.”
Setting the receiver back in its cradle, he smiled at his brother. “What brings you by?”
“Your birthday.” Rien smiled at him and pushed off from the door frame. His shoulder length midnight hair hung wet around his bare shoulders. Must have gone for a swim before coming to find me. “Pascale, Aimé and I pooled our resources together to find you the ultimate gifts. Come on. I left them out in the back garden.”
Beau cocked an intrigued eyebrow at his sibling. He rose from behind the antique cherry wood desk to follow him. Rien’s words rang through his mind as they walked. His brother led them through the house toward the library and the doors leading out to what had once been their mother’s garden. The ultimate gifts?
If their recent trends indicated anything about the nature of his birthday gift, he was in for an interesting afternoon. He laughed as the memory of their last offering replayed for him. A passing comment, purely made in jest, landed him with a week’s vacation – as they called it – hiking up Mount Everest in the middle of the worst storm of the season. Beau shuddered. If he hadn’t been able to call on his Satyr form – he’d have died on the mountain along with his team.
The French doors stood open and the fragrant smell of freesias filled the room as they crossed it. Large beds of their mother’s favorite flowers flanked the exit, reminding him of the beautiful, dark haired woman who’d birthed the lot of them.
First born of the du Tout children, Beauté had spent many birthdays enjoying quiet breakfasts with his mother. The other children had eventually come along and joined the fun but, even then, Emilianne du Tout had made a point of continuing the tradition until the day of her death.
Feminine laughter tinkled on the air and pulled him from his musings. He and Rien stepped into the sunlit garden and the sight that greeted him froze his foot falls. Maenad twins, in their bikini clad glory, walked toward him.
“Your ultimate gift is a pool party?” he glanced at Rien and back at the twins. “Well, I suppose it’s better than Mount Everest but it’s certainly not ultimate.”
His brother laughed and clapped him on the back. “No. They’re your gift.” Rien gestured to the two women. “Nyxia and Xynia.”
The girls waved as they approached and Beau shook his head as a short laugh slid from him. “Maenad twins. Okay, you’re getting warmer on the ultimate thing.”
“Half succubus, Maenad twins. Pascale knows them from her school days.”
Beau listened long enough to hear the words half succubus before he tuned his sibling out and focused on the pair of women. Long legs and supple thighs met with flared hips. Flat bellies accented by matching jewels progressed to trim waists and identical pairs of full, round breasts barely covered by the triangles of their champagne colored bikini tops.
“Thank you, gods,” he muttered and kicked off his flip flops as he stepped onto the grass.
Rien laughed behind him, “Not gods, but we’ll take the thanks. Enjoy!”
The girls reached him and, judging by the waving of their hands, Rien left them to whatever they were going to do. Beau grinned. If he had his way – they’d do plenty of each other.
“Hello, ladies.”
Nyxia, according to the necklace around the twin on the left’s neck, slid her arms up around his shoulders and pressed herself against his front. Her sister moved around them and plastered her luscious curves to his behind.
“Hello, handsome,” they spoke together. “Ready to play with us?”
Laughter rumbled deep within his chest and Beau reached around to pull Xynia around to the front with her sister.
“More than ready. Let’s go down to the pool area,” he suggested. “We’ll be comfortable there.”
Each girl draped an arm around his waist as they walked back through the gardens toward the pool area and the wide loungers scattered around it. Beau reached behind as they walked and, with a quick tug, undid their bikini tops. The small patches of material glided off and fluttered to the lawn behind them.
“Do you like what you see?” Nyxia asked. The fingers of her free hand trailed over the top of her breasts, drawing his gaze to the unlined perfection of her skin.
Her nipples peaked under the gentle caress. Beau cleared his throat and turned his attention to Xynia – the dark pink tips of her breasts puckered and pointed to match her sister’s.
“I do,” he confessed. “Very, very much.”
Destination reached, Beau stretched out on a lounge chair and motioned for the women to join him. Half succubus and maenad, the twins were quite literally made for sex and exuded it from their pores as they turned to each other and, with a wink at Beau, helped each other out of their remaining clothing.
Neither girl touched the other in a sexual manner – and yet their breath shortened, moans floated softly between them and lust filled the air.
Beau adjusted himself, the tented material of his shorts clearly outlining the length of his cock. If the girls couldn’t tell how interested their little show had gotten him they needed their vision checked.
As though reading his mind, Xynia crawled onto the lounger with him and slid her hands up Beau’s lightly haired legs. Her fingers pushed beneath the dark blue hem of his shorts and he groaned as his cock jumped in response.
“Someone is eager,” Nyxia spoke from his right and he looked up as she joined them. “We like eager.”
Xynia nudged his balls and Beau hissed as she took them into her hand. Her fingers worked the delicate sac in a gentle, rhythmic motion.
“We also like hard, thick cocks,” she purred. “Nyx, do you think he has what we like?”
Nyxia scraped her nails down Beau’s abs and hooked the band of his shorts when she reached it. Stretching the elastic, she pulled the thin material down and freed the thick length of him.
“He does,” she moaned and waited for her sister to remove her hand before pulling the shorts down to expose him fully.
Letting the girls strip him of his shorts, Beau waited until they had him naked before pouncing on them. He rolled Xynia beneath him, pinned her to the lounger and ducked his head to capture a taut peak between his teeth.
A surprised gasp and moan of pleasure from Nyxia stopped him instantly and clued him in to something about the twins. What he did to one, the other felt. To confirm his suspicion, Beau slid a hand down between himself and Xynia. He ground his palm against the heat of her slit and her sister rewarded him with a throaty moan as her head fell back against her shoulders.
“Interesting,” he muttered and replaced his palm with the pad of his thumb on Xynia’s clit. Each slow circle he drew over the hardened nub pulled a gasp and moan from the other woman.
“He’s figured,” Nyxia moaned and Xynia replied, “Us out.”
Beau grinned and withdrew his hand. He stretched back out between them on the thick blue cushion and crooked a finger at Xynia.
“Come,” he ordered. His erection bobbed above his abdomen and he circled it with his hand as she moved closer. Her grip replaced his and stroked it slowly as she straddled him.
Xynia slowly rotated her hips in small circles as she lowered onto him. The molten heat of her clenched around his cock as her muscles rippled and pulled him deep inside. By the time she’d fully impaled herself all three of their chests rose and fell rapidly, breath sawing in and out as they held still for a moment and adjusted to each other.
“Nyxia,” he panted and crooked a finger at her. “Come, let me taste you.”
He smiled at the wicked gleam in her eyes as she straddled him and rested her bottom on his chest. The sweet, musky perfume of her arousal caused his mouth to water and he cupped her ass to pull her closer. His tongue darted out to lick along the seam of her slit. Nyxia’s juices coated his tastebuds, drawing a moan of pleasure from him as he pushed between her folds and lapped at her with long strokes.
Covered by the sisters, Beau thrust his hips up with each rock of Xynia’s hips while his mouth worked against Nyxia’s pussy, licking and sucking at the tender flesh as she ground against him.
Lust, hot and potent, surged through him as the sisters rode him. Dual firebrands of sexual energy licked across his senses, awakening his satyr nature with a growl vibrating from his chest that pulled gasps of pleasure from the twins.
Cries of yes, yes, yes…rang out in stereo through the garden. The echoes of flesh on flesh on flesh a symphony blending with the chirrup of birds and the rustle of foliage. Beau absorbed it all and pushed the beauty of their sensual melody into his lovers.
Xynia bucked wildly, her cunt clenching him as the first flutters of her orgasm took root and grew with each slide down his erection. The gyration of Nyxia’s hips against his mouth intensified as she teetered over the edge and toppled into bliss with her sister.
His own orgasm tingled along the length of Beau’s spine, bowing his back as it raced toward his groin. Nyxia moved off him but he was too forgone to notice as he bucked up into Xynia. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he arched off the lounger and shouted his release into the warm afternoon air.
The girls bracketed him when he regained enough sense to pay attention to such details. Warm breath feathered over his chest, their arms and legs tangled with his.
Beau smirked, “That gives new meaning to having your cake and eating it too.”
“I want to be the cake next time,” Nyxia giggled from his left.
“Definitely,” he grinned. “My birthday isn’t over yet, sweetheart.”
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Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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