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LEYLAND
“Shit, Everly, my Dad broke down on the way to Newcastle, needs me to pick him up... " Garrot looks angry and disappointed at the same time. "Hey, I've got an idea, why don't you go out for tea with Leyland?” My head turns towards him as he says my name.
Hell yes, I want to take Everly on a date.
“Yeah that's fine by me. Leyland, fancy being my date... I mean showing me around some places?” She sounds a little flustered but doesn't appear to hate the idea of me taking her out.
So I say, “Yes, I would love to take you out, and show you the town. It would be my honour.” K and Gar roll their eyes at me. I’m a gentleman, they are dogs.
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WE GO TO MY FAVOURITE little restaurant on the edge of Scarborough. The whole time we’re together, we talk about everything and nothing. She is so funny, sweet, and kind. I've never in all my long years met anyone like her. Her mother died recently so she moved here looking for a fresh start. She told me she couldn't breathe in the city. I've never lived in an overpopulated area, but I can imagine how suffocating that would be.
We go for a walk on the beach after our meal. I want to show her the beauty of the place she now calls home. Her little flirty comments and hesitant touches drive me wild. Humans are shy creatures. As a cupid I've seen it all. From those who see flirting as a swear word or a sin, to those who flirt with anyone with a heartbeat. I've been flirted with and I’ve flirted with others. What’s happening with Everly and me feels more like courting than mere flirtatious play. The way her cheeks colour with a soft pink glow makes my heart flutter inside my chest.
Now, we’re sitting on a bench in front of the ocean. “Everly, I've really enjoyed your company tonight. Thank you for allowing me to get to know you.” Too cheesy? I feel completely off my game.
“Aww, you're so sweet, Le. Thank you for taking me out. I've really enjoyed myself. Don't tell Garrot that though, let's pretend we had a horrible time so he doesn't feel too sad he had to pick up his Dad.” We both burst out laughing; she's so cute when she laughs. Especially when she snorts. “Let's go for a paddle, shall we? I've never been to the sea,” she suggests. Setting off at a quick pace she darts across the sand while taking her shoes off one at a time. She trips, and my heart jumps into my chest. But then she drops back into place when she catches herself by throwing one hand out, pushing off the sand, and stands at the waterline, her feet not touching the water yet. I join her, take my shoes off, and bend to help her take her socks off too; no one likes wet socks.
When I get them off and safely tucked into her shoes, I move them away from the water next to mine then join her at the water's edge again. She appears to be miles away, staring out at the vast sea before us. Just as I’m about to ask if she’s ok, she steps forward into the cold water. As soon as it touches her foot, she lets out a throaty moan, then slides in several paces, wetting the hem of her black trousers. Quicker than I thought possible for a human, she turns and throws her arms around my neck. Taken aback, I pause for a moment before wrapping my arms around her. Her hair smells like coconuts and sunshine.
“Everly, are you ok, sweetheart?” Her trance breaks and she answers me.
“Yes, sorry. Shall we walk along the edge?” She pulls away and I slip my hand into hers. She looks down at our joined hands for what feels like hours. Finally, just as I'm about to let go, her grip tightens and she tugs me slightly towards our shoes. We pick them up and walk hand in hand along the water where it gently laps at the sand. When we can walk no further, she turns to me.
“Can you take me home, please, Leyland?” she asks, seemingly tired.
“Of course, the car’s this way,” I say with a smile. It's getting late and the breeze is cold. We walk in silence, our hands intertwined. When we reach the car, I reluctantly let go, and she slides in without a word, clearly lost in her own thoughts. It would be rude to interrupt her.
I drive with one hand all the way to Everly’s house, the other laced with her soft, small one. What happened back at the shop has me worked up as I replay it over in my head. Spending time with Everly made the feelings stirring inside me grow, my heart near bursting. I can barely think as she sits in my car, so close, yet so far. Can it really be true? She's ours? I really want that to be true.
My brothers and I, we’re not what others would consider normal. We've been through some shit together, which isn't something that's unique. But unlike normal bros, we have been together since Garrot and I were born and Karl was three. The village that took us in was burned to the ground by the enemy in the Battle for the Lands. That fateful morning, Garrot’s dad, Alan, loaded us into a horse-drawn cart and began the very long journey to Scarborough. The way here was not an easy one, and even when we got here, we weren’t safe. The Battle for the Lands raged on for more than 50 years.
It's said Poseidon himself took to the land in search of something. He tore his way through village after village, as did his warriors. Dolphins and seals by water, bloodthirsty monsters by land. We cleared this town of all our enemies and claimed it as our own. Even now, fifty years later, his goons still search the UK for something. Every now and then, locals will spot a seal or a dolphin in the waters and the three of us check it out. It's hard to recognize your normal seals from what are known as selkie.
The only way to tell the difference between a regular dolphin and one that wants to rip your face off, is when it's actually trying to rip your face off. You won’t know it's an enemy until you’re up close and personal. Everly’s hand begins trembling in mine, interrupting my thoughts.
"Everly, are you ok? You're very quiet. If I've done something..." I begin, but she cuts me off.
"It's not that. Something happened while I was passed out. It freaked me out a bit, that's all. Then, when I put my foot in the water, I think... I think I blacked out for a few minutes. I'm fine though. Honestly. I really enjoyed tonight with you.” A pent-up breath escapes me. I’d been so worried she wouldn't be open to my advances. Human culture is very different than ours. To know she likes my company puts me at ease. She avoids telling me what happened to her, but I let it slide, for now. I don’t want to freak her out before we have the chance to tell her everything.
“I’m a good listener. If you do want to talk, I'll always be here." I place a soft kiss to the back of her hand. "I enjoyed today too, Everly.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb as I lay our hands on my knee. Thank God she’s stopped shaking. I'm pretty sure Karl will want to tell her about us as soon as possible, and I’m going to have a hard time admitting to my side of the story. The prospect of her rejecting me makes my stomach ache. We pull up outside her house and get out of my white jeep.
My being a Cupid will be hard enough for her to take, but when I tell her I'm a virgin? Shit, I hope she doesn't laugh.
“Come on, Red, let's get a snack and Netflix and chill?" I suggest the last bit with a grin on my face, hoping she sees it and smiles too. She's beautiful all the time, but when she smiles? Fuck, it makes my dick twitch and my heart swell.
"Sounds great," she says, pulling me towards her home. We grab some snacks from what she calls her ‘goodie cubby’ and settle onto the sofa. Flipping through Netflix, she sighs.
"Takes longer to find something half decent than it does to actually watch it. Tell me more about you and your brothers while I'm trying to find something remotely suitable.” A giggle escapes her, and it's all I can do not to blurt that I'm already falling for her right here, right now; the others be damned.
"There's so much we need to tell you, Ever. I think we should all be together to tell you our story, combined and our own.” I shoot her a reassuring smile. Shit, please don't run from us.
"Ookayy, I'll wait until we are all in the same room. I'm not used to...” she waves her hand up and down in front of my body. She continues. "You're very, um, shit, you're sexy as fuck alright? And..." She pauses to take in a shuddering breath. Clearly, she's struggling to put into words what she is trying to say. She thinks I'm sexy? “I like you, Le,” she finally finishes, a blush across her beautiful face. I lean forward and plant a soft kiss to her lips.
"I like you too, Ever." I’m so fucking relieved she likes me; I almost sob out loud.
“There isn't anything to watch, Le. Hmm, how about we put some music on instead?” She raises one eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, sounds good to me,” I can’t help laughing out loud. She jumps off the sofa and sashays her way over to an iPod docked on top of a huge speaker. Oh man, that arse! My eyes follow her across the room. Ever presses a button and music starts to pump through the room. “Promises” by Sam Smith. She's dancing before she turns around, swinging her hips to the beat, making my heart speed up. Just as Sam starts to sing, she turns to me. Her eyes are closed. I stand and stride over to her, taking her hand in mine. I let the music take control of me and pull her flush against my chest. We stand face to face, one of her legs between mine, her hands around my neck, mine holding onto her hips. We dance to a beat that vibrates through my chest.
She turns around. Her ample arse rubs against me and my eyes roll back into my head. God, she's so sexy, her body’s made to break seals. Her heart is kind and sweet. My hands make their way around her tummy. The silk top she's wearing helps them glide over her luscious curves. Leaning down, I put my lips next to her ear and start to sing along, just loud enough for her to hear. I feel rather than hear the breath she sucks in. Her reaction spurs me on and I sing a little louder, my lips brushing against her earlobe as my mouth works. I've never sung in front of anyone other than Karl and Garrot. It's a little nerve wracking but I love the words in this song.
Some of them are pretty close to what I want to say to her, but not without revealing too much. As I softly sing to her, we dance like we're making love. My dick is so hard, I can feel it throbbing along to our heartbeats. I press my face into her neck and plant a soft, wet kiss on the silky skin there.
“Leyland...” She says my name on a moan, which makes my hands squeeze tighter on her round hips. I press my pelvis into her harder, cocooning my hardness with her softness. I lean forward to rub my cheek against hers.
“Everly, I can feel your heart beating in my chest. Tell me, is this too much, too fast for you?” Our lips crash together in an explosion of passion. I may be a virgin, but I'm not inexperienced. I've done it all but sex. Just maybe, I can show my girl how much I mean what I say. Even if she’s not the one to break my seal, I want her as my consort regardless. I want her as mine and I'll be hers, always. I cannot wait until the guys and I explain everything to her. I want her too much to stop now. When I break the kiss, she drags a gulp of air in past her swollen lips.
"I trust you, Le. I want you." At her softly spoken words, I guide her back to the couch sitting her down. I slide myself to the floor in front of her, so that I’m positioned between her legs. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and gaze up into her ocean blue eyes.
"Ever?" In answer, she lifts her hips, and I pull them down, leaving behind her thong. Oh shit. It's a lacy, pink number with a tiny bow on the front, and she's bare down there. Fuck me. Heaven, that's what awaits me behind that scrap of fabric, pure heaven. I push to my knees to kiss her passionately, our lips crashing together.
Garrot
Watching Everly and Leyland leave my dad's shop and not following them was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I've fought beasts the size of the Hulk, with little more than a pinkie finger sized blade. I've floated myself over the English Channel to France, over the Dover Straits, bloodied and bruised, chasing selkies and sea Goddesses. Those were puppies and kittens compared to my need to follow Everly and stake my claim on her.
Shitting hell, when did I become such a soft git? Fuck it, I want this. For the first time in my long life, I am ready to commit myself wholly and unconditionally to a woman. I can't even pretend to fight it. I'm going to dive in headfirst and I fucking love it. She’s funny as fuck, smart, and sweet. My sweet Ever. That flaming red hair, those tits that bounce whenever she moves, that arse. Oh man, that beautiful bubble butt. My hands are big and she more than fills them. I like big butts and I cannot lie! Karl clears his throat, snapping me out of my daydreaming. He not so subtly looks down at my crotch. Shit, I'm pitching a tent.
"Thinking of our Everly, brother?" Our Everly. Huh. I like it. It feels right to me. I drop my gaze to the tent between his legs.
"Looks like we both were, bro.” He doesn't look the slightest bit ashamed of it. Knowing what's under there, I wouldn't be either. Shit, if she accepts us after we tell her what we are, then I'm all in. She'll be in for an amazing ride, I just know it. We've known each other for the longest time, we've shared women before, so it's natural that we've seen each other in our birthday suits. While we’re each built like bodybuilders, Karl's waist is broader than mine and Leyland's. His massive legs are thicker than ours too. Leyland’s the tallest while I've got more of a swimmer’s body. So, it stands to reason that with those differences our dicks are just as different. Mine is a bit thicker, but half an inch shorter at nine inches and perfectly straight, while Karl's is eight inches long and has a girth that he assures me requires two hands. Leyland’s has a little less girth than ours, but it's the longest at nine and a half inches. Halfway to the tip it curves slightly towards his belly button.
Yea, we're guys, we've measured. So what? We’ve always been close; there are no secrets between us. We've shared bed partners, but we've never fucked each other. Not that I wouldn't, but it's just never happened. Leyland, of course, has always had to watch. He can get hard, but only his fated consort can break his seal and make him empty his sack of a century's worth of cum. He’s a master at foreplay by now, but his virginity oath stops him from ever having sex, even anal. All cupids must remain a virgin until they meet his or her fated. Karl always takes charge, having his fun first. Personally, I liked to take a woman in her arse.
So, sharing a woman's body was nothing new to us, but sharing her heart and soul? That would be very different. I had no doubt my brothers and I could work together as a unit to fulfil Everly’s every desire. Not just in the bedroom, but also in her heart too. I turn to Karl as we get into his bright red Ferrari, about to set off from dropping my dad at home, since his car is fucked. I can't stop my usual eye roll when he drives this car, we have to contort our big bodies to get in it, which makes it ridiculous. Why can't he just get a four by four like my Shogun? Or Le's Jeep? At least in those, we can actually breathe and not have our knees under our chins.
"Do you think we should buy some condoms? Don't look at me like that, K! We all know what we want, and if she wants the same thing then I want us to be prepared," I say as we put on our seatbelts. He turns towards the window, deep in thought. I want us to build our little family of four before adding to it, so condoms are a must.
"Yeah, we can pick some up later. I've got a feeling Le is more prepared for this than we are. What odds do you give that he's breaking his virgin oath right now?" His voice is gruff, like he's half happy for our brother, and half pissed he won't be the first to be with Ever that way. We drive away, the beefy sound from the exhaust echoing around the empty streets.
"Is it still a break of his oath if she's his fated? I mean, he won't be able to cum unless she's his consort, right?" I muse out loud as we speed towards Everly’s house.
"If the feeling we all got when you grounded me back at the shop so I could heal her head is anything to go by, then yeah, she's his fated consort, alright," Karl says with more than a hint of hope in his voice. She binds our souls together, for eternity. I for one couldn't be happier.
"So, we're going to tell her everything then, huh?" Fuck a duck, I hope to God she doesn't run when she finds out we are other.
"Yes, everything. If she runs... well, we’ll chase her, make her understand we’re different from any fellas she's ever met before, and we’ll keep her safe. Not just from others, but from ourselves. She's mortal, so we need to take it one step at a time with her. She'll see, brother, we will help her see, and we will gain her trust,” Karl says without even pausing.
God, he seems so sure about this. I feel it too; I already care deeply for her. But this is a lot to ask of a mortal woman, maybe too much? To accept and grow to love three guys who each have their own different powers, wants, and needs? Yeah, that’s a lot to take in.