(Amaia)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
Alnitak’s thickness pulse in my mouth while Mintaka’s girth spasm in softness between my legs.
The three of us co together, huffing, sweating, drenched in each other’s scents. Suddenly, sothing stabs both my shoulder blades from the inside, trying to squirm out. I let out a pained muffle.
"Are you alright?" Alnitak worriedly questions. His hands wipe my lips, and apprehension flashes in his eyes.
The pain intensifies like sothing is trying to poke out of my back. I place my head on Alnitak’s chest, my heartbeat going berserk, and the words won’t co out of my mouth.
I feel Mintaka’s assuring hand on my back as his surprised voice cos, "Amaia, you have wings."
Wings? I finally got my wings?
So the pain is from their protrusion from my skin for the first ti.
Did it happen because I mated with my mates?
"What?" Alnitak leans over my shoulder and reaches behind , his hand joins Mintaka’s. "Wow! Our mate has wings."
"Are they new? Why are they so tiny?" Alnitak questions like an excited child.
Lifting my head from his chest I try to watch them over my shoulder, craning my neck.
"These are new. I thought I won’t have them." The flimsy silverish tips are visible to from this angle.
"They are so pretty, just like you." A thrill laces Mintaka’s words.
I can sense his fingers tracing against the newly born wings of mine.
"They are. She keeps surprising us." Alnitak agrees with his brother, holding the other one.
"I want to see them too," I request, unable to clearly see. The pain has dulled to a slow hum.
Mintaka’s hands land under my thighs and he effortlessly lifts , getting up from the bed. He takes towards my vanity mirror and stands , facing sideways.
Finally, I see them, slowly fluttering behind . Shimring, catching the light not as glass might, but as a dragonfly’s wing does. A flimsy veil of jade and silver, alive with a light of their own.
Like the green of deep forest, with rippling veins of liquid silver, they are not more than my arm’s length.
They make feel vulnerable and strong at the sa ti.
"Why are they so tiny?" I ask and Mintaka chuckles behind , his hands holding my long hair away from them. Alnitak joins his brother, coming to stand in front of him.
"Tiny wings for our tiny mate," Alnitak jokes, touching their tip with his index finger and giving his goofiest smile.
Every ti he touches them, a small, excited current, as a shimr, weaves through them.
"Maybe they will grow with ti, they are still new," Mintaka tries to assuage my apprehensions regarding them.
Alnilam! I need to ask Alnilam. He is the one who carries the most knowledge on Fae magic.
"I will ask your brother," I say with finality, commanding my wings to rapidly move behind .
"Yes, he has always been a bookworm. I am sure he possesses knowledge about it."
Like gossar, they obey while both my mates watch with satisfied smiles.
"I am not sure how to retract them though." I try to command but they stay, too excited to co into this new world and fly freely.
"Let them be. Co I will bathe you." Alnitak takes my hand in his and pulls into his glistening body. I go willingly.
"Take her, I will clean the room and the ss we have made." Mintaka turns around, light catching his ruby-shaded hair. Corded muscles ripple as he moves and the feel of his girth is still inside .
Alnitak walks to our wash area. He turns on the showerhead. The clear water gushes out and Alnitak extends his hand to check the temperature.
"How do you like your water?" He turns towards and asks. My eyes are tethered to his sculpted body and I know I can never get enough of my mates.
"Normal."
"Co then," he guides forward and places under the gushing water spray.
It hits and my wings, and they flutter in excitent, enjoying the feel.
"You look like Tinkerbell," Alnitak heartily laughs, his tender gaze watching and my overexcited wings.
I laugh at the comparison.
"They seem so happy to be born." Leaning down, he places his lips on the right one and gives it a long, tender kiss.
I turn my head to witness this epic mont.
A thrill, I sense running through them like live wire. It cups Alnitak’s face clinging to it like wet tissue paper.
"Awww, it loves ," Alnitak exclaims in joy, his face splitting with happiness he is feeling.
The other one leans towards Alnitak, wanting the sa treatnt as the right one received.
Alnitak obliges and kisses the left one too.
"They change colours when I kiss them, a hue of pink passes through them as if they are blushing." He notices with a wide grin. His hands caress them, letting them trap his face inside them.
I thank the gods it’s Alnitak or the embarrassnt would have been real. They remind of Alnilam’s uncontrollable hair and how they always get overexcited to see .
"They love you," I calmly tell him, weaving my hand through my hair and rubbing my face with soap.
"And I love them too. Baby wings." He coos at them as if they are babies.
I shake my head at his antics and turn off the water.
Alnitak picks up the shampoo bottle, opens the lid and inverts it on my head, emptying half of it.
"That’s enough," I have to stop him from emptying the whole bottle on my head.
"You have long hair." His fingers slowly delve into my hair and he begins to massage my head, lathering up.
I lean onto his warm body and let him do his magic with his hands. With a gentleness he washes my hair, my body and my wings.
A rhythmic symphony they seem to produce like tiny notes when he touches them and the way he smiles in return just lts even more.
Turning around, I let our soapy bodies collide as I grab his face and mash my lips with his.
Alnitak is so easy to love...
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