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We tumbled into bed in a tangle of damp skin and blessedly clean sheets. Being out on a hunt always made me appreciate the simple things when I returned. Like the brush of cheap, but soft, cotton and the smell of my laundry soap. Or the sensation of Fin's skin against my own. The leprechaun let out an "oof" when I landed on him, then pushed at my shoulders, rolling me onto my back so he could breathe.
I chuckled, and he climbed on top of me, awkwardly straddling my stomach with his short legs and pinning my hands to the bed with his own. The position put his face at the perfect level to lean forward and drag his tongue over my hard nipples. Gods, it was so good to be clean and fed. And to be able to enjoy myself without the fear of becoming prey. Though, with the way Emerson was watching us, I was starting to feel a little bit like food.
I met his red-brown eyes as Fin continued to make me writhe under him, suckling at my breasts like he couldn't get enough. It wasn't long ago that I was too self-conscious to give him full access to my freakish body, and Fin seemed determined to enjoy the new trust. Besides, before me, he was straight. He had an ingrained appreciation for a set of tits. Not that I was complaining.
I rolled my head on the pillow, resisting the urge to grab the little terror and have my way with him. Maybe sometimes it was better to let someone else take control.
Emerson had been waiting while Fin and I showered, but his patience was clearly coming to an end. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and I got an eyeful of his broad, rippling muscles. I smiled at him, slow and wicked, encouraging the strip tease.
Fin lifted his head and saw where I was looking. He nipped playfully at my chest. "Enjoy the show, Saber. It's about fucking time." Then he released my hands, moving to crouch between my legs. I gasped and buried my hands in his soft red curls as he sucked my cock into his mouth.
The sound of clothing rustling had me glancing at Emerson again, watching hungrily as he got rid of his pants. Fucking Gods and all the monsters. Emerson wasn't hung like a horse. He was hung like a fucking ogre. A horse would develop an inferiority complex if it saw the rigid tree trunk Em called a dick. I licked my lips in appreciation, smiling up at him with a hint of fang.
Fin wet two fingers and slipped them into my pussy at the same time he swallowed down my cock. I arched my back and thrust upward, fucking into his hot mouth as he crooked his fingers, making me groan. Em came to kneel by the bed, leaning over and drawing me into a sweet, soul-stealing kiss that rapidly became rough and desperate. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, and he hissed in a breath, reminding me how much he seemed to like my fangs. I sucked his lip into my mouth to ease the sting, while his big hand caressed my breast, his thumb teasing the nipple in just the right combination of gentle and rough. I untangled my fingers from Fin's hair and wrapped my arms around Emerson's neck, pulling him closer, so he hovered above me. "Okay, there, ogre?"
He smiled down at me in a very Emerson combination of tenderness and lust. "Tell me if I do anything that freaks you out, okay, Sam?"
I growled. "Nothing about you freaks me out, Em."
He looked down at me as Fin withdrew, giving me a second to catch my breath. Emerson's eyes were so full of emotion—love—even though I didn't want to admit it. "Same goes for you, Sam," he whispered, drawing a big hand gently down my body, over my breasts, my abs, fluttering over my cock, and lower, to brush against my pussy. "I love every bit of you."
I swallowed hard and sat up. "Enough talking. Who's going to fuck me first?"
Emerson sat back, looking alarmed. "I'm not fucking you, Sam. I'd break you."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Fin laughed. "Stop pouting, Sam. You can convince the ogre to split you in half some other time."
I snorted. Emerson blushed so hard it looked like he was going to catch fire. "Not happening," he said, his deep voice panicked.
I took pity on him before the sweet, frustrating guy hurt himself. "Fine. Be that way."
Lunging, I grabbed Fin and had him on his back and perpendicular to the edge of the bed in an instant. He whooped in surprise, then grabbed my hips as I lowered myself down onto his cock. I spared him a glance to make sure I wasn't too heavy, but he seemed to know what I was thinking. He yanked my hips down as he thrust up, burying himself inside me before I could worry. I bent double and leaned down to kiss him, short and hard, before sitting up and reaching for Emerson.
He didn't hesitate this time, standing at the edge of the bed and gripping the base of his massive cock as I licked the head. I expected some smart-assed comment from Fin about his view of Em's giant balls, since the leprechaun really wasn't into guys, but he just seemed happy that me and Em had worked our shit out and gotten on with it. He met my eyes as I did my best to suck a dick the size of a redwood and winked, slamming his hips upward so I moaned against Em's skin.
The ogre slipped one big hand behind my head, brushing my hair back from my eyes and cupping my head in a grip that could easily crush my skull. That restrained strength was hotter than it should be. I opened my mouth wider, my jaw popping and lips stretching so far they burned, but I managed to get the whole head in my mouth, spit sliding down my chin and breaths ragged as my own body raced toward orgasm at Fin's hard thrusts. I lifted my eyes to Emerson's, pleading for him to please, for the love of the Gods understand that I wasn't a fragile flower. He bit his bottom lip and gripped my head harder, slowly, carefully pushing forward. I moaned in bliss, my eyes slipping closed and head tilting back to open my throat. My short fangs scraped his sensitive skin as he withdrew, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
"Gods Sam, you're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, his voice so deep it rumbled through me. "So fucking perfect." I'd hardly ever heard Em swear. I'd smile, if my mouth could stretch any more. Instead, I lifted a hand and grabbed his hip, my fingers digging in, dimpling the bulging muscle there. Growling a little, I tugged him forward, egging him on. He seemed to fight with himself, but finally he gave in and trusted me—and trusted himself. Griping my hair harder, he slowly thrust back into my mouth, one agonizing, amazing inch at a time. He bumped the back of my throat before I managed to take even half of him, and I breathed heavily through my nose, lifting a hand to wrap around the rest of his shaft, stroking as he pulled out and thrust back in again.
Fin wrapped a hand around my cock, and I swiveled my hips, riding him hard. My motions with Em became rougher as I crested the hill toward orgasm, and I must have dragged my teeth along his shaft a little too hard, but he didn't complain, just started mumbling an outpouring of adorable, sweet, ridiculous praises, his dark eyes fluttering closed as he chased his own pleasure.
Fin cursed in leprechaun, slamming into me so hard I saw stars. His cock pulsed inside me, and I felt my own muscles clamp around him as I came, coating his fingers as he continued to milk my cock. I lifted up and Fin slid out from under me so I could lean back on my heels and use both hands on Em. The ogre opened his eyes and watched me with such intensity that it made my heart ache. I pulled off him, using both hands to work his spit-slick cock. "Come for me, Em," I growled.
He bent and kissed me hard, our teeth and lips clashing as his control over his strength slipped a bit. He pulled me closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck, chanting a litany of "I love you" and "so perfect," until he came, hard and fast, painting me in white.
He collapsed to his knees in front of me, breathless and dazed, and I laughed, completely covered in jizz. "Fuck, Em, that was hot."
He grabbed my hair and dragged me into a sloppy kiss. "Sorry, but I'm not sorry about that."
I laughed. "Good. Now move. I need another shower."
Once I was clean, again, I snuggled up between Fin and Emerson. We were squashed into my bed like sardines, and I had to half-lay on Em to make room, Fin curled around my back. The leprechaun absently stroked my hair as I drifted off to sleep. "You two morons happy now?" he huffed, his voice deadpan. But his eyes were twinkling with humor when I lifted my head to glance at him.
"I've never been so happy," Emerson murmured earnestly, stroking a hand over my hip, his touch soft against the sleek fabric of my boxer briefs.
I grinned, but kept my eyes closed. "Be a lot happier if we were sleeping now," I grumbled.
Fin patted my head. Emerson planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I had a brief, fleeting thought about how ridiculously sweet it all was. Then I was out like a light.