Comfort of Two Epilogue

Commissioned by: anonymous

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: 2024-2025

Word Count: 70,000 words

Synopsis: If surviving a world war as a drafted soldier is not already hard enough to handle, try falling into a strange fantasy world and straight into a battle of monsters, humans, and elves, bristling with medievalesque-weaponry and magic. Markus is determined to make his last stand, to protect a village of innocents, when the beautiful Sisters of Twilight burst onto the scene and change his life forever.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of OC-insert fanfiction. All characters and storylines belong to the rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction, I do not claim ownership over any of these characters or ideas.

CW: Character death, action, violence, nudity, explicit sexual content, language, scary situations, & war.

NSFW Content: Due to the NSFW nature of this piece, the entire, uncensored chapters can be found here on my Wix website for 18+ readers only. A closed-door romance, censored- version of the story can be found over on Squarespace.

Chapters 1-3 do not have any NSFW content so you can read them all on Squarespace. There is NSFW content in chapters 4 through the epilogue so those can be read on Wix for 18+ readers only:

• Chapter 1: Squarespace

• Chapter 2: Squarespace

• Chapter 3: Squarespace

• Chapter 4: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Chapter 5: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Chapter 6: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

• Epilogue: Censored version below, uncensored NSFW version HERE.

Epilogue

A gentle wind caresses the land, stirring the golden summertime grasses cradled within the rolling hills. The scenery stretches away into the distance like the unbreakable horizon as seen from a ship out at sea. Lining the peaceful view, the forest of Athel Loren is a dark shadow, a guardian of the natural world, a line of pines standing to attention.

Swathed within the waist-high grass, the wind kisses my cheek and tugs at my locks of hair. The shaved look of a soldier is long gone, and thick dark curls have replaced the shadows of my war-torn past.

The gaunt scars of trauma have faded from my face after a lifetime later in these trees. I've finally found peace.

It’s been five years since I last stepped foot on Earth. Since I lived my last day there. Whether this world is some kind of afterlife or a dream I never want to wake up from… I never want to know. To me, it’s only been five years of bliss. Of beauty.

As if I am a local, despite being the only human allowed to live under Athel Loren’s canopy, I’m clad in the green and earth-tone robes of the wood elves. The short tunic, pants, and cloak have become a second skin, and I wear them as comfortably as if I’m walking around in a big cozy blanket. A stretch of leather armor reaches across my chest and light pads are strapped to my forearms and shoulders, but these are more for looks than necessity as no threats have come to our borders since we defeated the Skaven Army all those years ago.

There is something about nights spent around the wood elves’ fires, listening to their stories of old, and partaking in their food and drink that awakens a man’s spirit. I’m grateful for every day and beyond that, I thank my lucky stars for the two incredible elves by my side.

In the field, the Sisters of Twilight stand like specters. In the approaching twilight, their silhouettes mix with the shadows, as their long hair stirs in the wind, all lending to their ethereal appearance.

Naestra stands to the left, draped in a heavy cloak and light gown. Her dark hair blends into the coming night and when she turns to look my way, the never ending spark in her eyes glint through the darkness.

To her right, Arahan stands with her hands on her hips, surveying the field like a war general looking out at their troops. She likes to do this. On our walks out to the fields for a moment of silence, she’ll always take a big breath and toss back her head. Her hair falls back like a white waterfall, shimmering in the dying light. She’ll put her hands on her hips and look from one side to the other as if counting the stalks of grass and every being she may perceive in her vicinity. Next to her, Naestra is a happy lark, enjoying the moment and instead breathing in the beauty of it all.

And me? I watch them every time on our nightly ritual. I don’t need the wide-open skies, the emerald trees, and the rolling landscape. My only hunger lies within these two. My only hopes live upon their voices. My life is in their hands.

I drink in the sight of them. Arhan, free of her armor, wears a simple wrap-around dress. The fabric hugs her breasts, cutting her into a Romanesque-heroine of marble. With pointed ears, of course.

But tonight is the five-year anniversary of my decision to stay by their sides and make Athel Loren my new home. I approach them out in the field and am met with a fluster of giggles and smiles.

“Are you ready?” Arahan asks. She holds out a palm-sized green object. She turns it over in her hands, the netted texture snagging at her thumb as she traces it, eager to see what it is.

It’s the grenade I held when the Beastmen first swarmed me. It was supposed to be my last stand before these two interrupted my heroic moment. I smirk.

“Do you even remember what it is?” I ask.

“You shoot the balls,” Naestra says, calling back our unhelpful discussion about weapons from Earth.

“That’s not right,” Arhan says. She fingers the pin. She knows not to pull it—as I’ve reminded her many times—but I jump anyways and snatch it out of her hands before anything can go awry.

“Hey!” Arahan exclaims. She jumps, swinging her arms to grasp it but I hold it up, out of her reach.

“I am not taking any risks!” I explain. Naestra, incensed, joins the fray, reaching her hands up but purposefully pressing against me, her chest to mine as she jostles for the grenade.

I pull my arm down and instead snatch Arahan around the waist. I grab Naestra with my free hand and we all collide, laughing and trying to stay on our feet as we sway as one.

“Alright, I concede!” Arahan shouts. She pushes away, fixing her hair.

“What even is this contraption?” Naestra asks. “Why is it still in your possession?”

“It’s not something I can simply throw away,” I answer. “Honestly, I never knew if I would ever need it again. It’s like… a safety net. I always felt if I detonated it, I would find myself back in danger wishing I still had it.”

Arahan looks up at me, her ears wilting, “But you will not be in danger—”

“Because you will protect him, sister. You will burn down the world for him,” Naestra teases. “I will protect him too, but I don’t need to ruin the world to do so.”

“I decided,” I interrupt before they can start bickering, “to detonate it today in celebration. It’s been five years since I swore my life to yours. I thought we should celebrate the joy you both have brought me ever since then.”

Naestra beams. “Yes! Detonate this object!”

Arahan rolls her eyes, but a smile creeps across her lips. “I suppose that is a good idea. Can I do it?”

“Absolutely not,” I say.

“Is it loud? Don’t startle the guards in the tree line. They might think something is wrong,” Naestra says.

“They can see us. They know what we are doing, sister,” Arahan corrects.

I try to get them back on track. “Will you give me a countdown?”

“I can do that,” Arahan says.

“Three!” Naestra shouts. She jumps back to my side, clinging to my shoulder as I slip my finger around the pin.

“Two,” Arahan hurries.

“One!”

I pull the pin. After all this time it works and it slips out with a click. I shudder. I remember the Beastmen closing in, the heavy smoke in the air… I pull my arm back, batting away the entrapment of that memory and chuck the grenade out into the darkening sky. It whirls away and bounces on the ground with a thud. But before Arahan can complain about the lack of excitement or Naestra can ask me what it is again, it flashes as it goes off.

“Eeek!” Naestra shrieks. We cover our faces from the explosion. Dirt and grass fly into the air, leaving behind a small crater. The dirt rains down around us like confetti and smoke colors the air with memories, reminding us all of the struggles we survived. But in the face of the noise and color, I smile.

I am free of it. We are safe.

Naestra and Arahan throw their arms around me. I whirl them around, shouting at the sky as we cheer and celebrate in the smoke of our own little private fireworks show.

As the smoke clears and we settle down, steadying each other from the excitement, I grasp both Naestra and Arahan, cupping their chins in my hands.

“I love you,” I whisper. Naestra’s lips tremble. Her eyes shine as she leans into my hand. Arahan, blinking slowly, enjoying the nearness of the moment, blinks against her hair trapped under my palm and her cheek.

“We love you,” Naestra answers.

“And even more than humanly possible,” Arahan says. I smile. This is her way of saying they do, indeed, love me more than I them in the endless back and forth habits lovers have at the end of every conversation: I love you, I love you more. No, I love you more! I always think nothing can beat the stir in my heart when they are near. I may have stumbled into their world, but they have made mine.

From the wood line, a lilt of giggling laughter echoes like the sweetest bird song. We turn around just as two small forms dart out from underneath the trees, their little bare feet thumping across the soft needles.

“Lendyl, Nanneh?” Naestra asks.

“How did our brave little ones get past the guard?” Arahan jokes.

The two little girls are mirror-images of their mothers, but with a sprinkling of myself between them. Four years old, they are little sprouts who need to tilt their heads back to see over the tall grasses. They wave their little arms, swimmers in the depths, as they rush us, each tackling my loves.

Naestra scoops little Nanneh up. The little girl has chubby youthful cheeks and bright eyes. Her slender nose and crescent shaped ears are a sign of her mixed heritage. Half elf and half human… my daughters.

Lendyl leaps into Arahan’s arms, her wild hair tangling behind her neck into a rat’s nest. Like her sister’s, they both have shimmery hair with a hint of luster like Arahan’s white hair, but dark with a combination of Naestra’s and my black hair.

“Oh, energetic one,” Arahan says. “Someone is going to have to brush your hair… again.” She side-eyes Naestra, hoping to pass off the task. From what Naestra has told me, they too were a barefoot wild child before they split into the sisters they are now.

“Our eyes were on the leaves above and our feet on the earthen ground,” she explained.

“Ariel will love that honor,” I say. “She’s baby sitting them tonight so their mommies and daddy can have some alone time, right?” Ever since becoming a father, I developed this high-pitched expression when talking to the girls in front of their mothers. When they were both incredibly pregnant at the same time, I started using a silly voice to make them laugh when they bore the weight of their pregnancies. We spent many an afternoon swaddled in the blankets of our bed, waiting to feel the little ones kick. It was heavenly, between the two of them, completely and utterly enamored by the changes their pregnancies wrought.

“That’s right, daddy has a date planned for us,” Naestra says. “Ariel will give them the most beautiful brushing. Maybe even with a little magic she can help you get this under control.” She tickles Nanneh, eliciting a squeak from her.

The sisters’ beauty during their pregnancy was unbelievable. They absolutely glowed, the unexpected gift of children—human and elf at that—was something they never dared to think about.

“Too much is at stake,” Arahan had worried. Motherhood brought out her soft side, highlighting it even more than the glimpses of her nature she shared with me back when we were first falling for each other. “If something were to happen while we are… burdened… how can we defend our people? How can we fight?”

“Sister, just because we are experiencing changes does not mean we are incapable,” Naestra said. During the pregnancy, she was the calm one, absolutely at ease and eagerly awaiting the birth of their daughters. She always knew what to say when Arahan stressed.

“I’ll protect you, I’ll never let anything happen to you,” I swore. But Arahan only laughed.

“But, still! Even if you protect us, you cannot fight without me,” she argued. “It wouldn’t be fair. I don’t want to miss out.”

“Arahan, if any danger befell us, you would be the first one out there, fighting as a wild, unbeatable pregnant warrior. I know nothing can stop you.” That was the one idea that calmed Arahan. She imagined the fear on her enemy’s faces when they realized they were not only being struck down by the unbeatable Sisters of Twilight, but by a pair of strong, pregnant wood elves.

“I’m going to need more armor,” she concluded. Back in that moment, I had been busy tracing kisses up her distended stomach. I was intent on massaging her feet next, but I paused, incredulous.

“For the love of…” I fixed her with a stare, unable to stop smiling despite my seriousness. How could I not? She was stretched out our marital bed before me, propped up by a mountain of pillows. Her white hair parted around her like curtains, her cheeks were flushed from the little effort of the bickering, and her breasts sat heavily above her swollen middle. The sight took my breath away every time. And next to her? Naestra in the same exact state. They were holding hands. “Just focus on relaxing and taking care of yourself please. If there is any danger, you’ll be the first to know. Just don’t go bothering the blacksmith and leathermakers for new armor before you know what’ll happen.”

Arahan wasn’t listening. “Can I still ride Ceithin-Har into battle?” Placing my bets on the reality that a war was not knocking on our doorstep anytime soon, I conceded.

“I’m sure Ceithin-har would love that. Now, rest. Okay?”

As I dwell on the beauty of our time together, a little hand taps my cheek. Lendyl leans out of Arahan’s arms with a big cheeky grin.

“Come here,” I say. I whisk her out of her mother’s arms and spin her around. Lendyl shrieks, her excited giggles echoing off the trees behind us and into the wide night sky.

These four are the most important people in my entire life. I found a love here with the sisters I could have never imagined. But when these two were born, on the very same morning? Something unknown blossomed in me that day. The joy has been immeasurable since.

Burying my face in Lendyl’s hair, I give her a tight squeeze.

It’s perfection. I’ll never tire of these four. Ever.

Lost in my thoughts, the girls had only just left the woods a few minutes ago before two winded looking guards hurry out after them. The entire faction of wood elves enjoy taking turns watching the girls when Naestra, Arahan, and I need to step away or complete an errand, but everyone is trying to catch up with the pure energy of these unstoppable little ones.

“They got away from you again, did they?” Naestra asks. She strokes Nanneh’s back.

“The trees won’t let them pass the wood line if we are not out here,” Arahan says.

“Sisters of Twilight,” the first guard gasps. “If I may, I believe the trees favor the girls. They disappear with help, I swear.”

Twigs and leaves stick out of the second guard’s braided hair. It does look like the girls have their ways already, even if they are not all aware of it. How much will they take after their mothers? Will they be two sides of a shared coin like Naestra and Arahan? Or are they going to be an unstoppable mix with more vigor and passion than we three can ever fathom. Lendyl, chewing on her thumb gives me a quick glance. Her ashen eyes seem to agree, teasing me with something I won’t know for years to come.

“Okay, cutie,” I say. I put her down and like a little cartoon-character, her mini legs whir up to dash off. She hurtles toward the closest guard with her arms open. The guard picks her up as if handling a sack of flour. He sets her heavily in his arms, almost unsure of what to do.

Elven children are rare, which makes these two even more precious and the guards all the more uneasy with protective concern. It is like giving a cat to a dog owner. Do you pet it roughly and tickle it until it rolls over? Or do you handle it like porcelain and wait until it comes to you? No one is quite sure. Luckily, the little ones are tougher than they look.

Naestra kisses Nanneh on the head before handing her over. “Enjoy your campout with Ariel,” she says.

My heart melts as our daughters lift their little fists and wave goodbye before the guards take them away for a night under the stars with Ariel in her grove. Ever since these two were borne of the incredible Sisters of Twilight, everyone’s hearts have been captured by them. They are a love and a force to be reckoned with. Just like their mothers.

Naestra comes over and drapes herself against my chest. She fingers my collarbone, looking up at me with a glint of mischief.

“Is it time for our date back in the fortress, my dear one?”

I grasp her hand and kiss it. “Let’s go.”

We head into the woods, angling toward the fortress and our home. The guards and the girls are already out of sight, toward Ariel’s sacred grove. Stepping between the trees, I am welcomed in by the comforting swathe of pine and loam.

Like a pair of fae, Naestra and Arahan hurry ahead in the blue-tinted shadows between the trees. Trickles of moonlight start to drip through the crowns above, pooling upon the ground at our feet. The sisters’ hair waves behind them as they run. Naestra reaches out, tracing her fingers on the bark of the passing trees.

“If I’m there before you, I want to decide what we do first!” Arahan shouts.

“Then catch up, dear sister!”

I hurry after them. After my time spent in these woods, the trails and paths are familiar to me. I’m no longer the bumbling fool I was when I first entered. I run, deftly avoiding any roots and race around the trees without breaking my pace.

Ahead, Arahan passes Naestra with a yelp and a laugh. They hurtle around another tree, Naestra trying to keep up. I come up from behind and grab Naestra by the waist. She shrieks.

“Markus! No!” She giggles, throwing her head back onto my shoulder. I press her up against a tree, pinning her hands over her head. Her back arches and she presses against me, suddenly eager. Her lips, dewy as they reflect what little moonlight spills onto us, part as I lean in close.

“Who says you can choose what I am going to do to you?” I whisper. I dip my voice low into a gravelly growl and touch her plump bottom lip with my thumb.

Naestra blushes. She opens her mouth to respond, flustered, but I meet her first with a kiss. We meld together and fall back against the tree in a sudden rush of passion. She wraps one leg around me and her body bucks, trying to force us closer together. We kiss hungrily, digging for more. Her breath fogs the air around us and in only a moment, I’m already lusting after her. Hard. I press against her, my standing length already sorely obvious as she yelps, pushing against me for more.

But with a smile, I suddenly let go and step away. Naestra slumps, her hair a tangled cloud around her burning face. “W-what?” she gasps. She pushes her hair back, trying to regain some order but she already looks a little bow-legged, burdened by her lust.

Arahan appears at my side, her hands seizing me. She strokes me, exciting me even further. Her fingers trace little trails of fire up my body, making it hard to think straight.

“Such an excellent cock,” Arahan whispers. She nips my chin with a little kiss. Her other hand plays at my belt, threatening to slip in and have me undone at this very moment. I gasp, struggling to hold myself together as she touches me over my pants. While Naestra is comfortable in her own prowess, she tends to be the shier one in these moments. But Arahan? She is not afraid to fulfill her needs. If I’m not careful, she’ll expose me right here and now and go down on me with the trees and the whole forest as our audience.

Her finger grazes my delicate tip and I jump back, determined to make it to our bedroom in one piece. I grasp her chin and hold her back, letting a flicker of dominance show as I kiss her cheek.

Over the years, we’ve had a number of escapades in the woods. When I first stayed, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The knowledge of our safety, of having our lives in our very hands, turned on such an urgency that nothing we did could cool my need for pleasing them.

We fucked in the training ground shed, we fucked in the woods, in the trees, on the ground, and even on the sacred grounds deep in the woods when Ariel was not around. Sometimes those were planned moments, something we thirsted for but most of the time they were totally unplanned. Anytime we were alone together, we were on each other like horny youths.

In the safety of knowing there was no war or immediate dangers plaguing us, I was driven by the image of them carrying our children. Upon every thrust, I imagined us connecting and building a life together. I honestly lusted over the image in my mind of the sisters pregnant. Their swollen breasts, their bellies… it was a distant dream until it actually happened for us. Every coupling held that possibility and until it became true, impregnation across our species seemed impossible. But now? That distant idea comes back to me as I hold onto Arahan, staring into her eyes. She smirks, giving me a challenge with a playful glare. Who will best who, tonight? Who will be the first to lose control? If the bedroom and our giant bed was not calling me, I would certainly take them both right here and now on the roots of these ancient trees.

***

Somehow, we made it to our shared bedroom. Before entering the room, I sweep Naestra off her feet in a bridal carry and Arahan rushes to get the door. Inside, we hurry over the flagstone flooring as lit sconces warm the walls. The three of us collapse onto the bed as our cloaks flare across our bodies and the blankets crumple beneath us as we start to kiss and talk.

Since having kids, talking privately has become as rare as intimacy but luckily for us, we are good at making time for it.

“Oh, I’ve been wanting this,” Arahan sighs. She is on her back as Naestra and I busy ourselves, tracing kisses down her exposed neck. I run my fingers through her hair and press my tongue against her skin, gently suckling.

“The children can keep us very busy,” Naestra agrees, between kisses.

“We have not had enough free time lately.”

“That’s why I planned tonight,” I say. I stroke her face and roll over to prop myself over her so we can lie face to face. “It’s a good thing, this family we’ve created. But I want to make the extra time to please my two favorite elves.”

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” Naestra agrees.

I kiss Arahan, at first slow as we get a taste of each other. Our lips meet, our tongues slip past, uniting in an idea. I savor the moment, focusing on the heat of her body under mine. I imagine stripping her of her clothes and sinking into her body, thrusting right into her pleasure until she squirms and comes undone by my touch. The thought is intoxicating. I can already imagine the taste of her sweat on her skin, the way her face softens when she comes to a climax…

“But that wait makes this all the more delicious…” I whisper.

Next to me, Naestra starts to pull off my top. She unbuckles my belt and swoops my shirt over my head, exposing me to the cool air. As I sit up, Arahan sits up too and unfastens my pants, pulling them and my underwear down to expose my large, erect cock. The sisters’ eyes lock onto me, a hunger alighting in their expressions. The attention warms me and suddenly, we are in motion. Arahan pushes me down onto the bed with a thump. I struggle and kick off my pants. Arahan goes to get a soft set of ropes we use for bondage. She ties my wrists together and gently fastens them to the head of our bed. The position forces my chest to expand as I stretch back with my arms above me. This exaggerates my already large length, looking even more promising as it dominates the attention in the room.

Arahan comes to me first, kissing her way up my throbbing cock before straddling me and letting me into her with a sigh. Her body clenches down around me, the warmth and wetness of her touch is the most comfortable embrace I would love to simply die and live in forever. I close my eyes, sinking into the feeling. But before I can get too comfortable, Arahan starts to rock, lifting and rolling her hips as she starts to ride me. She slides up and down, enjoying the sensation as I graze her inside, lighting her up with little shivers of delight.

Naestra flops naked onto the bed next to me. She rolls over and clasps my face in her hands.

“Hello, honey,” she whispers.

“Hey, baby,” I say. My voice hitches as Arahan speeds up. Her hands stretch over her head like a cowgirl masterfully mounting a horse. But instead, I’m her ride. I pitch my hips, adding to her excitement as Naestra descends on me and starts to shower me with kisses. Her lips grace my forehead, cheeks, and neck. She settles on my neck and sinks into a deep kiss, exploring me unflinchingly. Her hands twist into my hair, and I am fully enveloped by the two of them.

“Yes, yes, hold on…” Arahan chants. She splays her hands along my chest and leans over, shifting her position as her hips continue to wave. The new angle intensifies the pressure, and I feel myself tighten, wanting to burst. If possible, I grow even harder as Arahan clenches and her fingernails dig into my skin. Her eyes are wide, her mouth is slack as she looks down at me, her hair framing the three of us as it falls forward. She is feeling herself; her dominance shines in full force tonight as she starts to direct me.

“Hold on, last a little longer if you want to please me, Markus,” she orders. She rides deep and slow, elongating each titillating move. I gasp, trying to catch my breath as Naestra continues to play with and kiss me.

“You think I’m going to cum?” I challenge. “I can last a hell of a lot longer, if you let me show you what I’m capable of.”

“Oh yeah?” Arahan asks. She quickens her pace, keeping up the deep movements. I grimace, determined to stay with her.

“Untie me,” I order. Arahan likes to be in charge, but when my dominant side comes out because she starts teasing me… I think she likes that even more.

Arahan leans down, my cock still throbbing within her, and goes cheek to cheek with Naestra, both of their faces hover just above mine.

“Sister?” she whispers, with a smile. Naestra grins back. They lean against each other and close their eyes. They kiss. Their lips meet and their noses bump as they meet each other with me staring in awe straight up at them. Arahan continues to rock, slowly sliding up and down my cock as she kisses her sister. They both lean down on me, starting to touch each other and I want to scream at what an intense turn-on it is.

Arahan’s right, they’ll always be able to get me to cum first if they really want me too!

As soon as it started, they part and Arahan gets off, shooting me a look as if to say, Don’t you dare finish! I keep my promise, focusing everything I can on the task at hand. Arahan finally reaches up to untie me, her naked breasts jiggling above my face. The second the ropes leave my hands, I bounce up and pick her up and carry the two of us straight into the bedroom wall across the room. We hit the wall and collide into each other, kissing and groping. I push my way back into her body and she accepts me with a tantalizing moan. I start to thrust, taking control as her body hits the wall, the shelves and decorations rattle around us as I take her ferociously.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Arahan pants. She kisses me. Her hands pinch me and rub up and down my back as if she is trying to pull me closer. I grasp one of her legs, pulling her thigh up to open her up to me even more and push closer. Arahan, lost in the moment but not afraid to best me, lifts her leg, extending it above the both of us until her heel is balancing on my shoulder in an extended leg lift.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

“Can you keep up with this?” she teases. “Show me all you have got, human man.”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” I agree. I pick up the pace, enjoying the feeling of her around me in such a contorted position. Our bodies come together and bounce apart in a flutter of overwhelming sensations. With every thrust, she chants for me to go harder. We are caught up, pushing each other to the brink so I barely notice Naestra sitting nearby, her fingers grazing herself. She gets up and joins us with a warmth in her cheeks. She inserts herself between us, but not blocking our coupling, and starts to kiss Arahan again. She touches her breasts and twists her nipples, massaging great handfuls of her as I continue on.

It's impossible. Beyond any crazy porno I could have ever imagined before I met these two. They are unabashedly themselves and I am swept up into it. I continue as far as I can but all good things must come to an end as I feel myself stiffen and I inevitably finish at the musical lilt of Arahan’s own cries. We three collapse against the wall, holding onto each other as we catch our breath.

“Ah, oh, wow…” Arahan manages.

“Wow, indeed…” I agree. Before I can lose my momentum or before my post-nut-clarity can turn into a blissful sleep, I refocus my energy on Naestra. I pinch her cheek, bringing her eyes back to mine. “It’s your turn.” I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, following as I drag my hands down her belly, warming them on the luscious curves of her thighs.

“Ah, Markus!” Naestra laughs. She tries to sit up, already reaching for me, but I push her back down and descend upon her abdomen with a flutter of kisses. I trace my mouth hungrily across her skin, eliciting little yelps and giggles of excitement from her.

I reach Naestra’s belly button and then drag my mouth down to her womanhood. I kiss, pushing my tongue against her as she shrieks at the sudden contact. I envelope myself in her warmth as her legs lift and wrap around me, her shins balancing on my shoulders. I press closer, taking in her beautiful scent as I start to kiss, delighting in the shivers my efforts send through her body.

As Naestra begins to moan, her fists clinging to the blankets beneath us, I take my time. I move slowly, dragging her delicate parts between my teeth to draw out the pleasure. She quickens at my touch, becoming wetter as I find myself lost in her. I could do this all night.

Arahan comes over and sits next to Naestra. She leans over and starts to stroke Naestra’s ears, one finger down each side, looping around her lobes and massaging the delicate tips. Naestra whimpers, leaning into her sister’s touch. Arahan bends over and kisses her ears, her teeth flashing as she starts to nibble them and Naestra’s face turns a volcanic-red. Arahan casts a look my way and smiles. We are going to push her to the very edge. I grin, adding my consent to the action. Arahan leans back down, letting her body settle over Naestra’s, her legs adding to the tangle around me as I focus on going down on Naestra. Arahan starts to grind on her, adding to the sensations as she nibbles her ears, sending her into a whimpering spiral.

Naestra’s thighs flex and strain against my face. The touch drives me onward, already calling my own body back to attention as I start to harden, ready for the next step. We continue to push Naestra to the edge until her entire body seizes, and for one wonderful moment, she holds her breath as it all comes to a height before letting out a raspy, deep-voiced moan. The sound is music to my ears. At this, Arahan rolls off and I mount Naestra, pushing deep inside her for round two. Our bodies connect, coming together and apart again and again as I quicken my pace, eager to keep her on her toes. My back is slick with sweat and Naestra is panting, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to focus on anything. She flexes her hands, bites her lips, and claws at my back as all thoughts leave her mind and she only feels. Suspended in the cocoon of the moment, she holds on until the next orgasm consumes the both of us.

I collapse onto my back, dizzy. Next to me, Naestra rests her face on my shoulder. Her sweat slick breasts trembling with each breath.

To the side, Arahan starts to get dressed. She goes to our wardrobe and picks out a lacy piece of lingerie, hand woven by the artisans in the forest. It is a green two-piece, a brassiere corset and a pair of panties. Both are see-through, only held together by intricate spiderwebbing thread. Green, it looks like ivy is tracing across her skin. The brassiere takes my breath away in the way it holds her, the lace tight against her ribs before blooming out around her round breasts. A deep cut reveals the delicate ravine of her cleavage, and the back is a corset laced with delicate ribbons. “Do you like?” Arahan asks. She pulls on matching lace stockings and garters. She puts a hand on her waist and pops her hip, posing for me to enjoy the view.

“Wow,” I manage.

It is a beautiful work of art, so when she comes to sit down on the bed next to the panting, sweaty Naestra and me, I’m almost afraid to touch her out of fear of ruining it. Arahan looks at her sister who is still lying back, still overwhelmed by our efforts on her. Arahan squeezes between us and drapes one of her legs across me and turns so I get a dramatic eye-full of her chest. Her breasts are absolutely swelling out of her dainty top. Her nipples, soft petals after cooling down from our earlier coupling, are a gentle color beneath the lace. The outfit looks as if it is painted onto her and is simply a part of her now.

“You look beautiful,” I say. “As always, but this is gorgeous on your…”

Arahan smiles. She flicks back her hair, her cheeks coloring slightly. After my comment fades into the air, she takes a breath and gathers herself, settling back into her domme personality. She leans closer, lifting her chest and presses herself against me. The lace crinkles, folding as her breasts press together, squishing between the two of us.

I take the bait. I trace my knuckles up her sides, dipping at her waist and grasp her beneath her arms, letting the lace scratch my palms in comparison to the softness of her skin. I run my hands back down her body, fingering the edges of her underwear and exploring the detailed length of the stockings. It’s beautiful but it makes me all the more eager to tear her clothes off instead and enter the next stage of our celebrations. Arahan gets up and settles in my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist. We sit face to face, her weight filling my lap and already calling me to attention. She sways, rubbing against me as I try to take her all in at once. I run my hands through her hair, brushing away the white strands as I start to tremble, desperate to touch her.

We start to kiss. Her plump lips smoosh against mine with a rush of warmth. Her mouth is open, welcoming, as she pulls me in. Her hands twist into my hair and she presses her entire body against mine, tantalizing as only the thin layer of delicate lace exists between us.

We continue to kiss, softly enjoying each other as Naestra continues to lie prone on the bed with one arm cast over her face. She huffs, trying to bring herself back into the moment after the overwhelming rush of Arahan and I teaming up on her. Opening her eyes, she rolls over to watch Arahan as our kiss deepens, our tongues meeting each other and pushing for more. My hands slip down her body and I grope at her from behind, tracing my palms over her round ass and pressing between her legs as best as I can reach. I slip beyond the scratchy lace and plunge my hand into the wet embrace of her folds, stroking the soft skin until she starts to pant, her kisses turning into desperate pulls and nips.

I focus on the feeling of her, letting my body take over. My new erection grows between us and Arahan’s hands descend, both hands struggling to handle my girth. We start to lean, nearly tipping over until Naestra hops up, suddenly reenergized, and steadies us. She sits behind Arahan, anchoring us to the spot and reaches around to trace her fingers up and down the lingerie. Her long fingernails drag across the lace, whispering little wet promises. Naestra grasps Arahan’s breasts, cupping one in each hand and gives them a squeeze.

“Ah!” Arahan yelps. She cries into my mouth, her hands tightening around my dick.

It’s exciting. I grin into our next kiss and try to keep her distracted. Naestra starts to massage her, squeezing and touching her. As Arahan starts to fidget, Naestra adjusts, slips her hands into her bra, and grasps her fully, skin-on-skin. Arahan gasps, her kisses clinging to mine as her mind is pulled into two different directions. She more so holds onto me, like grasping the horn of a saddle, rather than stroking. Naestra starts playing with her nipples and descends to kiss her neck. Arahan whimpers, leaning into me, her hands now grasping at my abdomen as she loses the ability to sit up straight under the heat of our touches. Naestra, excited, backs away and guides us both back onto the bed. Arahan unwraps herself from me and rolls away, but I follow, grasping at her thighs and pulling down her underwear. I slip my fingers into her and begin to tease her, stroking until she blushes and starts to whimper. The little sounds she makes consume me, banishing any thoughts I may have into a hazy smoke. I push her onto her back and descend upon her, continuing to touch her, slipping my hands into her and following with my mouth. I taste her, bringing her to me with a passionate kiss on her lower lips.

“Ah, ah…” Arahan moans. I hold fast to her. On my knees, I am stretched out, lying down before her but Naestra, not to be left out, wriggles in under me, grasping at my dick with lust-clumsy fingers. I widen my stance to let her in when her mouth finds my tip and then suddenly, she brings me into her mouth, her hot little round lips slipping down my length as a rush of sensations burst into my very being. My abs clench as I fight the urge to cum under her touch. My mind sparks and lights up behind my eyes as I tremble at her eagerness. She takes me in without complaint, artfully caressing and sucking, nearly taking my attention away from her sister.

I steel myself forward, focusing on Arahan and the taste of her. I eat her out as she trembles, her hands pulling at my hair as I lick and suck, watching her become completely undone. After a while, we fall into a rhythm. We all fall closer to each other, each hand grasping, mouths open, panting, and desperate to get as close as possible. Arahan, on her back with her hands splayed across her chest, reaches for her sister. She gets up, adjusting as I continue to go down on her, and lies on her side, to lean over Naestra’s legs. I pause for a moment, looking over the hill of her thighs to watch her lean over, open her mouth, and meet the sacred space between her sister’s legs.

“Mmm—aah!” Naestra yelps. Her throat constricts and her teeth accidentally brush my dick. I flinch, holding onto Arahan as we all contort, trying to make the position work. Naestra swallows around me and takes a big breath, the feeling of her throat tightening and loosening is dizzying. She resumes her tempo but flinches as Arahan pleasures her. Arahan’s head bobs as she licks her slowly with a wide, soft touch. Her nails dig into Naestra’s hips, and that sight alone is almost enough to make me come.

It feels like a dream. Usually we take turns, squeezing in between each other to get the most out of the moment and to make sure no one is missing out or excluded. Back when we would fuck in the sheds, up on the chests and containers, Arahan would hold Naestra from behind as I coupled with her so all three of us were in motion together. When in bed, someone was always playing with the other while the third focused on the actual fucking. We’ve sixty-nined and done everything I thought I could imagine but never before had we figured out a three-partnered, daisy-chain effect of oral-sex. Usually in the throes of sex, it was hard to think out and plan anything too complicated but as Arahan lies next to me on her side, her hips right by my face, this is suddenly possible. I reach out and take Arahan’s leg and let it dangle over my shoulder, opening her to me. I delve back into Arahan, enveloping my face in her warmth as we complete the chain. The feeling of Naestra beneath me, her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, her delicious tongue teasing me as she takes me deeply into her throat with little puffs of breath and moans… The sweet, soft sounds of Arahan going down on her sister as we all lie in a crowded circle, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Naestra winces as Arahan excites her, her tongue teasing her clit. I try to catch a glimpse of their pleasuring, but Arahan’s thigh tenses against me from her sideways position, as if calling me back to attention.

I need to stay focused, no matter how much this threatens to undo me. We continue, in our messy circle as quiet sounds fill the room. We grope and moan around each other as we all simultaneously focus and lose ourselves in the moment. I reach around Arahan, squeezing her ass as I kiss her pussy, penetrating her slow and rhythmically with my tongue, tasting everything she has to offer as she begins to tighten in my grip. The sweet umami of her, the womanly smell, the wet heat… it’s intoxicating. I draw moan after moan from her with my mouth. I push hard, eager to bring a cry out of her as her breath begins to hitch. She twists as her middle tenses and she falters, lifting from Naestra’s depths to lean against her inner thigh with a throaty cry. Her voice cuts the thick air, a sweet bell pealing out into the night. Her leg pulls away from me and she falls back onto the bed, spent.

I cradle my head in my arms as my body reacts to her siren call. But before I can finish, I tap Naestra and pull out of her, collapsing on the bed. I don’t want to cum just yet. I need to focus on their pleasure, I need them to completely unravel in the throes of delight. Shaking myself as the other two try to gain their bearings, I say, “Okay, wow.”

I get up, stretching stiffly, trying not to move my still very hard erection around too much. I wipe my face, still picturing everything we just did. On the bed, Naestra and Arahan are on their backs, smiling at each other. Naestra reaches over, brushing Arahan’s hair out of her face. “I want to see that again. Araha—” I grab her hips and bodily drag her toward me to the edge of the bed.

“Ack!” Arahan laughs. She sits up but I push her back down and turn her around, grasping her ass and fondling her as she gets on her knees.

“I want you… to keep pleasuring your sister,” I order. I push Arahan down, bending her in front of me until she is doggy style on the bed, leaning over Naestra. “And I…” I rub my cock on her ass, getting ready to penetrate her vaginally from behind, “…am going to take care of you.”

Arahan sways, rubbing against me as I slide back in. Her back stiffens, her shoulder blades standing out as she tenses. She accepts me easily, beautifully. Her warmth anchors me as I grasp her hips, ready to begin. I slide backward slowly, eliciting a flinch from her. I smile. I thrust back into place, jolting her whole body.

“Ah!” Arahan yelps. She groans, letting a moan whisper from her lips. She leans down, her arms flexing as she keeps her ass high in the air, perfect for me, and lowers her face to Naestra’s belly below her, planting a kiss on her belly button.

“Ready?” I ask.

Naestra, lying on her back, watches Arahan eagerly. She bites her lips, almost as if she is imagining what Arahan is about to do. Her little pink tongue—the one that had pleasured me so—darts across her lips as her eyes widen. Arahan noses her way back between Naestra’s legs. For the second time this evening, I am captivated as I watch their lips meet. Arahan’s face presses up against Naestra, her mouth opening as she takes her in, gently playing with her. Instantly, Naestra shuts her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the bed. A sigh escapes her, releasing her from any worry, concern, or fear. It’s only feelings now. A rushing, building warmth of excitement, climbing toward that dizzying pleasure I want to see melt through her.

From behind, I start to rock, gently bringing Arahan to and away from me. I move slowly, in a daze, as I get the perfect view of her going down on her sister. I focus on little, elongated movements. I savor the urge to slam into her and finish this moment in a rush of glory but the sweetness of the delicate bits are too good to pass up. I adjust my angle and reach around to massage her clit with my free hand. She pants, trying to come up for air but is all too focused on her sister. Naestra starts to squirm, her fingers digging into the bed. Arahan starts to go deeper, kissing longer. She lowers her focus to Naestra’s opening and the cry she lets out is a sign that her goal was met.

I pick up my pace. Arahan’s ass claps against me, shattering the quiet night with our vigor. I focus on the rhythm, moving to please her for as long as possible. I count my breaths, clutch my stomach, and grit my teeth as I keep up a steady momentum, intending to push her right back off the edge of an orgasm. Arahan clenches around me, all at once accepting and easy to tight and almost pleading, as if begging for more. Her knuckles, propped up on Naestra’s thighs, are white with stress. Her back glistens with sweat. She stops moving with me as her body becomes putty in my heads.

“Ah, yes, yes, yes!” Naestra starts to chant. Her voice calls me. I tap Arahan’s butt. She suddenly pulls forward and I slip out of her before I can come. She rolls over, coming up to Arahan who is still twisting and squirming, oh so close to the edge.

“Keep that noise down,” Arahan teases. Naestra’s eyes fly open. She gasps, nearly dropping the tension in her body but Arahan gets up and suspends herself over Naestra’s face.

“Sister—mmf!” Arahan sits on Naestra’s face, gently lowering herself over her.

“That should shut her up,” Arahan teases. She sways, feeling Naestra beneath her. She grasps her breasts, holding onto them as they move. She looks up at me, her eyes glowing over her scarlet cheeks. “Are you going to join us?”

I nod, breathless. I clamber onto Naestra and couple with her. Her hands flail and she tenses in surprise but she feels oh-so-glorious. She’s wide open, accepting, and so hot and wet. I slide in easily, instantly picking up the pace until she starts to curl her toes and her legs shake.

Arahan, on top, pinches and plays with Naestra’s breasts. Poor Naestra, overwhelmed, trembles all over as we please her in more ways than one. When I think we can go no further, Naestra reaches up to snatch Arahan’s hips, right at the crook of her thighs and pulls her tighter onto herself.

“Ah!” Arahan maons. Her ears stand up straight, a deep blush flaring across her face. She bunches over, gasping as I can only imagine what Naestra is doing to her. The two struggle, trying to outdo each other. The little yelps and moans over the sound of my own panting all build into a crescendo.

The musical slip and smack of our bodies is no longer enough to keep my mind focused. I feel myself start to slip as my mind roams, adding memories and moments of our lives together, coloring all this in the most incredible spectrum.

Our days spent out hiking in the woods as I learned more about their lands, the sheer dozens of landscape paintings that now decorate our room and the fortress after I finally tackled my love of art. The chatter of the sisters in the morning, whispering over me when they wake up earlier than me, their thin fingers tracing circles around my chest as they bicker or plan out our day.

The image of their pregnant bodies, swollen with immeasurable possibilities. As I push deeper into Naestra, nearly up to my own limits, I imagine filling her with another life of our own once more. It has been years since we last had our daughters. I know, above them like this, watching Naestra clamp onto her sister, pushing her into a frenzy, I never want those pregnancies to fade into a memory. It is a moment I want to see, taste, and experience all over again.

When we finally finish, I feel as if my soul leaves my body as I collapse onto the bed, jokingly smooshing both sisters beneath me. We all curl up together, our chests rising and falling as the burn in our cheeks goes down, and our minds drift off to a cozy, fuzzy corner of well-pleased comfort. Naestra and Arahan wriggle out from under me, and we settle together. I lie between them, face down, their breasts framing my head like a pillow. Time starts to tick back into its usual march and the elongated, framed hours of our time together relegate themselves to good memories as the air in the room cools our bodies and we soon seek the comfort of the blankets.

***

After our wild escapades, we lie in bed together. I’m now on my back, my arms around both Naestra and Arahan as they lie against me, their heads on my shoulders, their roaming hands tracing lazily across my bare, scar-covered chest.

“I feel we made up for lost time,” Arahan whispers. She kisses my clavicle.

“Lots, and lots of time,” Naestra agrees.

“You’re talking like we don’t have time,” I say. “I know we only just had a threesome…”

“Three days ago?” Arahan giggles. “Three, three, and three…” She points at each of us, her finger booping us one by one as she counts.

“It’s a good thing Ariel has the girls, I finally felt like I could let myself feel everything tonight,” Naestra tries to explain. Her polite, incredibly formal way of speaking sometimes slows her down as we talk about more… inappropriate topics. “It was… an exquisite experience.”

“Better than any battle or war-torn success,” Arahan adds. She frowns. “Unless, Markus, you let us do this while fighting… that would be the penultimate moment!”

I scoff. “How would that even work?! What, do we just say, ‘Hey, guys! I know there is a fight and all, but do you mind not killing us for just a moment. We need to fu—’”

“Markus!” Naestra yelps. She covers my mouth, extinguishing the word upon my lips.

“Bloody, victorious… glorious!”

“No!” I yelp. I squeeze Arahan in my arms, lifting around Naestra to scrunch my free hand into her hair, tickling her and tangling the long white tresses.

“Ack!” We wrestle gently. She pushes back but doesn’t stop leaning against me, seeking my warmth in the now chilly room. The fire had long gone out and it is just us, our bodies, and the wrapped up warmth within these blankets. We settle back down, and my gaze slips up to the ceiling.

“Do you think we’ll ever have anymore children?” I ask. I stroke Naestra’s shoulder, thinking about what we did this evening, the possibilities after each connection we made.

Arahan hums in thought. Naestra shrugs, her hand reaching down to her flat stomach.

“Imagine Nanneh and Lendyl sitting on your laps, feeling the babies kick,” I suggest.

“Would they feel left out?” Naestra wonders.

“Those two wild little ones could feel no such thing in our attentions,” Arahan says. “They run this entire forest. There are many who love them. Speaking of, in the way they run amuck, it is time I started their training. They will be the two best elven warriors in all the lands.”

“And the wisest.”

“The bravest,” I add. I smile at the idea, picturing them two holding onto mock wooden swords with dull tips. Well, at least I hope that’s how they will begin their training. But something tells me I might need to keep an eye out for this first lesson, in case Arahan gets too excited and tries to teach a toddler how to pick up a steel sword.

“They’ll need to learn how to ride. There are horses as well as—”

“I don’t know if they should ride a dragon when they are young. Are there not age restrictions for that? Shouldn’t they get a little… taller first? Maybe learn how to ride a horse masterfully before trying to fly?”

“We let you ride Ceithin-Har.”

“And you are not a great horseman either.”

“That was one time! And I can assure you, I like to keep my feet firmly on the ground,” I say. I’ll admit, when they did let me join them on their winged steeds, it was an incredible experience. At least, until they actually flew. Planes, trains, and vehicles be damned. I had never experienced anything as wild as that and I’ll be continuing my place on the ground as an awed observer. I don’t need to try that ever again.

“They’ll learn quickly, I can feel it,” Arahan says. She turns onto her side, tucking her knees against me as she curls up, hugging herself.

That’ll be another lesson I’ll have to look out for.

“Lendyl likes to draw. Maybe you can start teaching her about your artistic ways,” Naestra suggests. Since our peacetime here began, I started spending some free time in the mornings, learning how to mix and make my own paints from the artists in the woods. We harvested plants, dried, and mixed vibrant colors from nothing more than various sticks, leaves, and clay. Flowers created vibrant pigments and the feeling of making your own paints and then using them to create the landscape they already came from was extraordinary. On our bedroom walls are framed landscapes: one of morning sunlight dancing on dew, a spread of tree branches when looking up into the canopy, the twisting and gnarled shapes of tree trunks… Every painting was an attempt at capturing one more small detail of the forest. I don’t think I’ll ever master it, but the colors are something I enjoy immensely. It wouldn’t be possible otherwise.

“Yeah,” I say. “I would like that.”

The silence of the castle overtakes us. Crickets, muffled by our shuttered windows, sing outside. An owl who-hoos in the distance. The weight of the night settles upon us like a heavy blanket, tugging on our eyes and pressing down on our chests, filling us with the comforting drowsiness of sleep.

Before I pass out, I turn over to Naestra and kiss her on the forehead. Her face scrunches into a smile, her eyes already closed. She puckers her lips, so I lean over further and plant a goodnight kiss.

Shifting over to Arahan, I go nose to nose with her, staring into her open eyes. The steel of a warrior stares back at me but the soft love of a mother and the fire of a lover look back. She gives me a smile and pecks me with a kiss. We hesitate; her nose brushes mine.

She kisses me again, her lips lingering. Beside us, Naestra begins to softly snore as Arahan takes me into her arms. Our bodies fall into a familiar position, just like wearing your favorite old coat. Her touch is soft, not meant to excite, but to soothe. Her kisses are slow and gentle. She presses her lips to mine one final time and then lets her head rest back on the pillow.

I lie down, nestled between the Sisters of Twilight.

“Good night, my loves.”