Faeswyn (MFM)

The Maidens of Mocmoran 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 52,239
2 Ratings (4.0)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
When Naihr, son of Ghalguod, and Draeis, son of Veldulinahr, happen upon the farm of Faeswyn, clan of Omglis, they’re looking for safety. What they all find is love.
Faeswyn believes in what is foretold in the book of the ancients. The connection she feels for both men is something she knows was supposed to be. Suddenly, her life takes a turn toward having the love, passion, and desire she’s always wanted with not only one, but two handsome, delicious men. It is something she stopped believing could happen to her, but love sparks—and so much more.
Even though the passion and desire she feels for Draeis and Naihr consumes her, her life is catapulted into danger, pushing them all toward a destiny that will change all the world of Ai, a future foretold by the ancients. She only hopes that they all stay alive long enough to see the completion of what was predicted.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Faeswyn (MFM)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Faeswyn (MFM)

The Maidens of Mocmoran 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 52,239
2 Ratings (4.0)
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Faeswyn saw the man’s bloody crotch, as the driver tried in vain to hold him up. She looked at Draedon and Theoch, shrugging her shoulders. They went to help the man, bringing him into the house, and dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. He was too tall to carry, and in too much pain to walk himself, only semi-conscious at the time. They dropped the man on the bed, as he made a sick, mewling sound.

“They attacked us,” the other man said. “I’ve never seen glaon fairies attack like that. Help him, please.”

“Who are you?”

The man stood at attention. “I’m Naihr, son of Ghalguod of the Teveoch royal guard. That’s my friend and fellow guard, Draeis, son of Veldulinahr.”

“A glaon fairy got to his…Um…” Faeswyn only shrugged. Without being able to think of another word, she said it. “Dick?”

Naihr nodded. “He’s bleeding to death. I didn’t know what to do. I just couldn’t leave him there.”

Faeswyn rushed down the hall to the bathroom, grabbing as many towels as she could. Draedon was hot on her heels. “What the hell are you doing?”

“He’s going to die in there if we don’t do something,” she gathered up towels, and took strange bottles from a cabinet in the corner.

“We don’t even know what they were doing out here,” Draedon whispered. “What if they’re looking for us?”

Faeswyn stopped, taking a deep breath. She nodded. “Okay. Then you better ask him, cuz I’m not about to watch that man die in that bed.” Draedon nodded, as they walked back into the room.

“Um…” Faeswyn said, glancing over to Theoch. Their glamour was about to wear off, so she would have to talk fast if she were going to help the man. “First off, we aren’t like this,” she shook her head, and tried again. “I mean, we don’t look like this. So, if you want us to help, you better not freak out.” She closed her eyes, and released the glamour on Draedon, Theoch, and herself.

Naihr gasped, and pulled out his tracer, just as Theoch pulled out the one he kept tucked in the small of his back. “You’re glaon! What the fuck?”

Faeswyn held her hands out in front of her, as the man in bed made a pitiful sound. “No. No. I’m not. I’m not glaon. I’m Mocmoran. A vaedra.”

Naihr frowned at her. “You’re Glywyn, clan of Glaerd? The one we were commanded to kill on sight?”

“Oh, fuck this!” Draedon said, pulling out the tracer he had.

“Everyone just calm the fuck down!” Faeswyn shouted to them all. “There is a man dying on the bed right now. Can we focus?”

Naihr stared curiously at Theoch. “You’re Commander Theoch. You’re alive.” He looked over at Draedon. “So, you must be Draedon, son of Gaeldos.”

Neither Draedon nor Theoch said a word. They only kept their guns trained on the two men. “Draedon, I need you to go into the kitchen and boil some scalding hot water,” Faeswyn said. Draedon didn’t move, but holstered his gun as he continued to stare at Naihr. “Please?”

“Go get the water, Draedon!” Glywyn said from the closet.

Faeswyn stared defeatedly up at the ceiling. “You can come out of the closet now, Glywyn.” Glywyn opened the closet door, and waddled over to stand by Theoch. “That’s Glywyn, clan of Glaerd.”

“Well, don’t tell them everything, Faeswyn,” Glywyn said, staring at her incredulously.

“Glywyn, they already know,” Faeswyn cautiously walked around to the side of the bed. “We need to get his pants off. Theoch?”

“Hell, no,” he said with his tracer still pointed at Naihr. “I like this position until I feel it’s safe.”

“We mean you no harm,” Naihr said to him.

“Bullshit,” Theoch sneered. “You just told us you were commanded to kill Glywyn.”

“We were but—”

“But nothing! I should put a tracer into your skull right now!” Theoch said, standing up to his full height.

“No one is putting a tracer into anyone! Calm the fuck down!” Faeswyn said, staring at the two men, until Theoch sat back down in the chair, continuing to hold the gun on Naihr.

“Naihr, help me get his pants off,” she said.

Naihr started to go over to Draeis, even as Theoch kept the gun pointed at him. He held his hands up to show he wasn’t about to do anything, making Faeswyn glare at Theoch. They gingerly began to pull Draeis’ pants of, which was hard since with each movement he would yell out, even half conscious.

Faeswyn was shocked at what she saw. Draeis’ crotch was a bloody mess. “Ah shit,” she whispered. “Draedon, where’s the water?”

Draedon walked in carrying a white basin. He sat it down next to the bed. “It’s scalding,” he said with a small smile.

“Listen,” Faeswyn said, standing with her hands on her hips. She stared at Naihr. “There’s extensive damage here. More than I can deal with. Luckily, he’s clotted, so it isn’t bleeding as much.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” Naihr said, “so I just grabbed some dirt and packed it on his wound.”

“Oh,” said Faeswyn. “Okay. Well, it’s going to have to come off, and when it does, it’s going to bleed like a stuck pig. Too much for me. I have to call in a healer.”

“Who?” Naihr started to become flustered. “No. No. No one else can know that we’re here. We’re dead if they know.”

Theoch and Draedon glanced at one another, as Faeswyn stared at them both. “Put your guns away. He’s not going to do anything. Are you, Naihr?”

“I just want to make sure Draeis lives. Nothing more,” he said dejectedly.

“Okay, then I’m calling Glaeonawyn,” Faeswyn said.

“Glao-who? Is she a fairy?” Naihr said standing up as if he were about to run out.

“She’s a healer,” said Faeswyn. “And you need to take it down a notch or two before you faint.”




“Faeswyn,” Naihr said. “I come to you with a full heart, and a clear mind. I pledge to you my essence from this moment on, until my heart no longer beats and beyond, for our essence will be bound forever.”

“Faeswyn,” Draeis said, as he repeated the words said by Naihr.

Tears started to fall down Faeswyn’s cheeks, as she held onto both of their hands. “I accept your essence, and give you mine,” she said. “I come to you both with a full heart, and a clear mind. I pledge to you my essence from this moment on, until my heart no longer beats and beyond, for our essence will be bound forever.”

Naihr and Draeis stood, each hugging her in turn. “You’re our wife,” Naihr said, with a broad smile. She returned a smile to them that paled on the surface to what she was feeling inside.

“And,” she said, tiptoeing up to kiss them both sweetly on the lips. “I have two husbands. You know what this means?”

Draeis glanced at Naihr. “You want me to take the garbage out to the incendiary?”

Faeswyn smiled, and shook her head. She slowly pulled them with her down the hallway. “Nope.”

“Draeis,” Naihr said, smiling back at Faeswyn. “I believe our wife has other plans.”

She did. She wanted her men. Her husbands. “Sit down,” she said, pointing to the edge of the bed. Naihr and Draeis both sat down on opposite ends, each wearing similar smiles.

“I love both of you so much. Being vaedra, having two men make love to me—to make love to—is something I’ve only dreamt of. I want you, and I know that even though you are as close as brothers, you don’t have any inclinations for each other. So, even though I’ve wanted this for a very long time, I have no idea how to—”

Naihr shook his head. “Shhh,” he said, standing up and closing the distance between them. “Maybe that’s something you should let me and Draeis handle.” He bent his head and kissed her passionately. Then he walked behind her, as Draeis took his place, kissing her deeply.

Standing behind her, Naihr slowly started unbuttoning her dress. Draeis laid soft kisses along her neck, pulling her dress off, and letting it pool on the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it, as Draeis removed his shirt. Taking her hand, he led her over to the bed, as Naihr removed his clothes, lying next to Faeswyn on the bed, as his hands began to roam over her body.

Naihr lay next to her, and she felt the warmth of his skin. His hands cupped her full breasts as Draeis lay on the other side of her. His warm, wet mouth kissed along her body until she felt him between her legs. “Yes,” she whispered. “Lick me, Naihr.”

She wanted to pleasure them. She wanted to feel them in her mouth, caress their cocks in her hand, and make them moan in pleasure under her control. She wanted to, but they were intent on only her pleasure. Each time she protested, trying to give to them as much as they were giving to her, she was silenced with deep, passionate kisses, or warm, moist tongues on her taut nipples. So, when she felt Naihr’s tongue begin to lick along the wet slit of her pussy, she didn’t protest. She willingly let him push her legs apart, as he began to delve and lick her languorously, making her moan in the most delicious pleasure she’d felt in her life.

Draeis began to suck and caress her breasts, molding them in his hands while he traced around her nipples with his tongue. She felt her aura begin to build, but quelled that heat inside of her to prolong their pleasure.

She yelled out into the room, at feeling Naihr push himself inside of her. He began to move and thrust his hips, sending ripples of electric shocks throughout her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, even as Draeis began to kiss her passionately. Her hands searched along his body, finding his hardened, engorged dick pulsing with need. He seemed to understand what she wanted as she turned her head, and he let her mouth engulf him.

She sucked and pumped Draeis’ cock in her mouth, even as Naihr thrust harder and faster inside of her. She felt a moment of disappointment when she felt Naihr leave her body. But then Draeis took his place, making her gasp out loud at feeling his hardened cock enter her pussy. He bent his body to lick around her nipples, and she felt her aura begin to build inside of her again.

“Baby, let go,” Naihr whispered close to her.

She glanced above her to see him rubbing his cock in tempo with Draeis’ thrusts. Draeis was sending her to such new heights with every move he made. She knew that when she released her aura over them, all of the pleasure she was feeling would take hold of them, pulling them into the realm of intensity that she felt.

She wanted to prolong their pleasure for as long as she could, but her aura wouldn’t be contained. She released it, letting it flow over them all. Draeis screamed out his pleasure just as Naihr did, and she let herself go. An orgasm was only a word. What she felt defied that small, infinitesimal word. All she knew was that she was flying in a cloud of bliss, wanting never to come down. And she knew that, for the rest of her life, with her husbands she didn’t have to.

Draeis fell to the side of the bed breathing, but unmoving. Faeswyn smiled, still luxuriating in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Naihr was laying on the other side of her with his head toward her feet. She slowly pulled the quilt over them all with what strength she had and slept.

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