Moonlight Trinity

Serra stared glumly out the window at the ominous grey and black clouds approaching. She could already hear the thunder and brief flashes of lightning, even though the rain had yet to hit. She knew, even without the phone call that came minutes later, she knew that her evening was shot. She thought about the two hours she spent on her hair and make-up, the careful selection of the perfect dress, and the subtle scent she had agonized over. All for naught, its purpose killed by a sudden summer storm. The cheerful ring of the telephone sounded shrill against her mood, and she let the machine take the dreaded news.

“Serra? Aw, god I really hope you’re in the shower and not on your way. The Concert was postponed girl. We get to keep our tickets, but we’ll have to try to go next weekend. I know you were really looking forward to this, so I hope you’re not too mad when I see you on Monday. Ciao, Trish.” Serra stuck her tongue out at the phone, taking some pleasure at the childish act. So, the concert was postponed instead of cancelled, small favors for sudden acts of violent nature. As if to emphasize her thought, a bright flash of lightning illuminated her room, and it suddenly went black. The whole house shook with the peal of thunder, and she let out a few choice words as she stumbled out the room and down the stairs to find the candles and matches in the kitchen.

Flipping her hair over her shoulders, she set one candle on the counter, and deftly struck a match to flame. She lit the wick, and flicked her fingers to snuff the match. Staring into the flame, she watched it flicker and glow, brightening the room slightly with its feeble flame. Sighing, she moved around, placing candles on the corners of the mantle above the fireplace, and the middle of the coffee table. As the downstairs began to come into view, she began on the stairs. Small tea lights lit each stair, creating a magical path up to the second floor. She only lit the way to the bathroom, deciding the couch would be a more ideal place to sleep tonight, rather than the cold master bedroom.

After changing out of her party clothes into a warmer loose fitting long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants, Serra tied her curled hair back in a slack ponytail and headed back down the stairs. The rain was drumming out a primal rhythm, the tones changing with the wind. She dragged over the box of starter logs, and propped one on the fireplace grille. Dropping two regular logs behind and atop it, she lit the starter, and patiently brought the fire to life. Closing the protective grates, she stripped the chairs and sofa, dragging pillows and blankets to the floor in front of the fireplace.

She was settling down for a relaxing, if a bit disappointing, night in front of the fire when she heard desperate banging on her front door. She groaned, wondering just who was out in weather like this, and scrambled off the floor to run carefully to the door. She opened it, not even bothering to try and see who was outside. She froze, disbelief warring with incredulity. Two guys were on her doorstep, dripping wet and smiling warily.

“Pardon our intrusion, but you wouldn’t happen to have a phone handy, would you? Our car broke down a couple miles down the road, and our cells are dead. We were fine until the storm broke, and well, now we are totally lost and would like it very much if you could give us a hand or a phone rather.” The guy on the right spoke up, his voice an embarrassed rumble. Serra took in their obvious half-drowned state, and gave a rueful grin.

“Sorry guys, but my power’s out. If you promise you’re not gonna kill me, you can come in, dry off, and share my fire until it comes back on or the storm stops. Your choice.” She stepped back from the doorway, holding the door open for them. They ducked in, and thanked her, teeth flashing in grateful smiles. Serra shut the door, and headed up the stairs to the hall closet for towels. She grabbed four, and tossed them down to one of the guys who had come to stand at the foot of the stairs. He caught them and she heard a gruff thanks as she raided her brother’s dresser and closet for clothes that might fit them. She grabbed two overlarge shirts, and two drawstring baggy pants, and headed back down the stairs.

“I raided my brother’s clothes, and I hope these fit okay.” They turned to face her, and she saw them clearly by the light of the fire. One was sandy-haired, and had bright blue eyes. He had an easy smile, and was the one who had spoken to her at the door. The other was black haired, and had dark green eyes. He was somber faced, but gave off an edge that screamed danger, and made her insides shiver. They took the clothes, and she retreated to the kitchen to light the gas stove and get a large pot of water boiling for hot soup and a kettle for tea.

Blue eyes came to the doorway with the soaked clothes and asked where they should go. Serra turned and took them, opening a door on her left to the laundry room. She hung them up on the inner clothesline, and closed the door again. As she turned, she came face to chest with him. She backed up, and looked up. He smiled down at her.

“My name’s Ran and my silent companion is Raen, spelled with an A E instead of A I. May I ask the name of our guardian angel?” Serra chuckled at the ‘angel’ part. Far from it.

“I’m Serra Aelfwine, and I am no guardian angel. I am, however, a Fae Guard, so be careful about where you wander in the house. Something might pop out at you.” Ever since the Faerie Council came out into the open to help the Mortals fight in the Unseelie Wars, Fae Guards and Knights were often found in rural places such as this, and were becoming more and more well known. So, it was no wonder why Ran’s smile took on a grim edge, or why he turned away to stride quickly back to Raen. Serra sighed. Once, just once she’d like to meet someone who didn’t have misconceptions about things Fae related.

Unfortunately, finding people who were untouched by the Unseelie Wars were nigh impossible to find.

After the water came to a boil, she poured in the chicken stock, chunks of cooked chicken breast, and assorted vegetables. When the kettle whistled, she made mugs of tea, bringing the mugs and honey, sugar, and a small thing of milk out to them. They were seated amongst the cushions, and both turned to look at her with such alikeness that she had to pause.

“You’re brothers, aren’t you? It’s hard to tell, what with the different coloring of the hair and eyes, but you have the same movements.” Ran smiled, and Raen looked back at the fire.

Actually, we’re twins, but no one has guessed the brother’s thing before. You’re very intuitive, but then again it’s probably a requirement for one of the Fae Guards, isn’t it?” Serra set down the little tray of tea and assorted add-ins.

“It’s more of a learned thing, something you develop as you watch the assigned portal. I have to make sure nothing gets out that isn’t supposed to, and no one accidentally falls in. The tea’s just plain old Earl Grey and I brought out some honey and sugar and milk in case you want any. I got Chicken and Vegetable Soup on the stove for you guys as well. It’ll be ready in about ten minutes.” She retreated to the kitchen, a little stung at the dismissal Raen had given her.

Fifteen minutes later the three of them were settled in a semi circle around the fire, talking about insignificant things that meant nothing to any of them, and eating soup and drinking tea. Serra got a little glow of happiness when Ran and Raen had taken their first spoonfuls of the soup. Ran had gotten a look of surprised delight, and Raen had paused to slowly chew, then he’d glanced over at her and then back at the soup. He’d taken a more generous spoonful and she’d taken that glance to mean he’d found it very satisfying. She’d thought it passable herself, knowing that if she’d known she’d be making it earlier, she would have put it on to simmer the ingredients for about an hour and half, really bringing out the full flavors of the chicken and vegetables, rather then having to use the chicken stock to shorten the cooking time.

She had to take their bowls back for seconds and thirds, keeping the pot on a slow simmer the whole time. Serra had a little inner chuckle when she had to tell them she was out of soup after their third bowl, for Ran had gotten such a disappointed look she felt like patting his head like he was a large puppy. She came back after dropping the dishes into the sink, to find Ran asleep against his brother, sandy hair falling into a face made to look younger in the embrace of sleep. She looked up, and was caught by Raen’s dark gaze. Cautiously, she went over to the sofa and dragged the folded light quilt off the back. She flapped it open gently, and let it fall over Ran, covering him and his brother. Raen’s gaze softened when she looked at him again and he nodded at her. She gave a small smile, and went to the far side of the fire again. Suddenly really tired, she closed her eyes, just for a moment, and ended up falling asleep listening to the fire crackling and the rain beating out a steady tempo on the roof and windows.

- - -

Serra came awake slowly, not wanting to leave her dream. Ran and Raen had stripped her and were each teasing and bringing her body to life, Ran’s eager caresses rough and greedy, Raen’s slow and torturous. She squirmed, and Ran caught her hands above her head, stretching her out, making her breasts thrust up, nipples erect and begging to be touched. Raen leaned down and caught one peak with his mouth, gently sucking and tonguing the pink tip until it popped out of his mouth red and glistening. Serra gave a contented sigh that turned into a ragged gasp when Ran caught the other nipple between his teeth, dragging it up and causing lances of pleasure/pain to go through her. He worked the captured nipple, and Raen bent between her legs. He gently parted her, and began to lick and stroke her. Serra’s hips began to thrust, and Ran levered himself on top of her to limit her undulations.

Serra came to full awareness as she screamed her climax. Ran’s blue eyes glinted down at her, and Raen gave her one last lick before rising to lean over her with his brother. Blue and green eyes stared down at her, and she stared back with stunned awe.

“Hey, Serra, did you like that? Your body’s very responsive, and we just couldn’t resist! You looked so cute and innocent, lying by the fire like a content kitten, we just had to turn into big bad wolves and eat you up.” Ran bent down, grinding her wrists together slightly. He licked the side of her neck, and she gave a little gasp, and tried to squirm away. Raen bent and began to pet and lick her labia; slicking her further and making her hips tremble with the intensity building once more. Ran chuckled against the sensitive skin by her ear.

“Really, we had to see what we could do to repay you for your generosity. You took us in, clothed and fed us, warmed us up and let us sleep safely. I figured the least we could do was to make you experience the ultimate pleasure.” Serra arched when Ran’s fingers joined his brothers at her core, and the two began a twisted dance, dragging her up only to slow down and making her super-sensitized to even the smallest flicker of movement.

“Imagine our surprise when we found out you’re a virgin? We just couldn’t let the opportunity to be your firsts pass us by. Now, be a good little kitty, and let us eat our fill before we have to leave after the storm blows itself out.” Ran punctuated his order with a flick against her clit. Serra came again with a shriek, and she convulsed around Raen and Ran’s fingers.

She lay limp afterwards, and Ran let go of her wrists. Raen switched places with him, gently pulling her up to lean against his chest. He began to tantalize and tease her breasts, softly kneading and caressing the mounds. He assaulted her senses slowly but surely, starting a warm glow that only grew brighter with each gentle touch, each tender slide of fingertips on her nipples. Raen bent his head and captured her lips, a deep kiss filled with soft tongue and full lips.

Ran bent to her lower half, a sharp contrast to his brother’s previous touch. He bit, and nibbled, and scraped his teeth over her sensitive flesh, driving her wild even as Raen held her gently and firmly above. She moaned into Raen’s mouth, her hips twitching as Ran thrust his tongue inside her, imitating the actual act of sex.

Raen shifted until she was lying back to front on top of him, and Serra was too wrapped up in the sensations to realize what was going on below. She didn’t feel her hips lifted, or her legs spread further, knees bent. She did feel it when Ran suddenly thrust inside her, stretching her as she’d never been stretched before. She felt the give and tear of the fragile membrane defining her virginal status, and the sudden foreign fullness of Ran inside her. Her hips thrust up, and she arched away instinctively, crying out. Raen held her still, his kisses a tender apology for the hurt, and Ran moaned in ecstasy above her, giving a little shudder at her moist heat.

“You feel just as good as I thought you would. So hot, so tight, it’s a wonder I managed to fit inside you at all, even with the time we spent on getting you ready.” Ran looked down at her, and Serra looked back through teary and blurry eyes, shivering from the onslaught of sensations. Raen gently brushed the tears away from her cheeks, and kissed her temple, while Ran grinned down at her, triumph glittering in his eyes, turning them to blue fire.

“Sorry luv, did it hurt that much? Well, don’t you worry. I’ll make it all better soon.” He bent over her, arms braced against the thighs of his brother, and he began to thrust in and out, finding a pace that soon made her forget about the pain of his entry. Serra gasped and clung to Ran’s arms, nails digging in, desperate for a hold on her sanity as she began to shred apart under him. When she turned away from him, Raen was there as a gentle tether, holding her trapped between them, and when she twisted from him, Ran was there, bringing her to a higher completion than before. She arched against them both, and screamed as waves of electricity coursed through her, and she heard Ran’s satisfied groan as she milked him of his own climax.

Shuddering, she flinched as they moved her, Ran crushing her to him and Raen pulling her hips toward him. Raen entered her from behind, and Ran caught her lips in a bruising kiss full of teeth and greed. Raen kept a gentle rhythm of thrusts, and Ran tortured her with his kisses and caresses on her skin. Ran grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He scraped his teeth around the front, then bit down in the sensitive hollow where her neck and shoulder met. She shuddered, and Raen bent down, his forehead coming to rest on the opposite shoulder. His pace quickened, but stayed gentle, not thrusting in sharply like Ran had done.

“Like this, do you? You like my punishment, and you like Raen’s gentle touch, but you like it best when we do it together, don’t you? I treat you like the whore you hide inside, and Raen loves you gently like the romantic inside you craves. Don’t fret, we’ll satisfy you entirely before we leave.” He caught a nipple with his teeth, and Serra let out a strangled moan. Raen reached around and began to stroke her clit in a contrast to his thrusts, bringing her to a swift end. She could only gasp desperately as she came again, and Raen’s breath caught as he spilled himself in her. Serra felt her body grow limp, and her vision blackened. The last thing she felt was gentle lips on her shoulder, and a bite on her collarbone.

- - -

Serra came awake suddenly, and her body protested loudly when she tried to sit up. She groaned, and rolled from her back to her stomach, eyes scanning the bright room. The fire had burned itself out, and lumps of cold wax were all that remained of the candles. She was lying on the cushions and pillows in front of the fire, wrapped in the many blankets she had dragged to the floor the previous night. There was no sign of her two guests. She wrinkled her nose. Guests, right, like that’s who those two were. Trouble was, she didn’t quite know how else to label them. After some bodily debate, she managed to get to her feet.

Staggering into the kitchen, she could only stare at the empty stove and sink with quiet disbelief. Where were the dishes they had used, the pot for the soup, and the mugs of tea? She wrenched open the door to the refrigerator, and stared at the untouched chicken, the bags of vegetables sitting quietly in their drawer. Closing the door, she opened the one for the laundry room and was met with the sight of a dry floor and empty line.

Seriously disturbed, she walked up the stairs and checked the hall closet and her brother’s room. Both were in order, and nothing was missing. She slid to the floor, staring at the neat room, and leaned her head against the wall. Just what had happened during that storm?

Serra eventually dragged herself to her feet, and sought out her phone. She grabbed the whole thing off the table, and sat on the pile of pillows and cushions. Wincing at the throbbing deep within her body, she put the receiver to her ear and called the last sane person in the world.

“Hey, Trish? I gotta ask you a few questions about your latest book. Remember how it was about two ghosts and the one day they were able to take a human form? I forgot the other details and I was wondering if you could fill in the blanks.” The voice on the other end let out a warm chuckle.

“Serra, I didn’t even know you read my books! You keep saying you live right over a fantasy land, so why bother with the Spiritual one. Yeah, I know the one you’re talking about. It’s called A Hallowed Unity. It’s about a girl who lives alone in the ancient house her grandparents left her, as an apprenticeship to be a Fae Guard. In order to gain access to the generous fortune they left behind, she had to spend a year in the house. She thought it would be a piece of cake, and agreed.” Serra settled back, letting her friend weave the tale around her.

“Turns out the place was haunted, and the ghosts were of two guys who had died rescuing her great grandmother from a fire while she was an infant. They both treated the girl as if she were they’re lady, and she began to fall in love with them. One night, under the Blue Moon of an Indian Summer, they took flesh and said they wished to complete their servitude to her. There’s quite a steamy sex scene, and my book almost got saran wrapped, but I muscled my way past that. I digress, sorry. So, before the sun rises the next morning, she confessed her love for the two of them, and they in turn wished they could always be with her.” Trish’s honeyed drawl flowed out of the receiver like rich honey, sweeping Serra along, loosing her in the story of tragic love. When Trish paused, Serra bit her lower lip gently to stop herself from impatiently ushering her on. When the line remained quiet, Serra gave in.

“What happened?” Trish sighed.

“The love was forbidden, and the two were sent away to the afterlife, to await a time where they could be reborn. The girl wept bitterly, but stayed in the old house in a misguided hope that she could find them again. She spurned all suitors and offers for marriage. In a rage, one of her suitors set the house on fire in the dead of winter, an hour to midnight on New Years Eve. The girl hadn’t noticed, haven fallen asleep curled in front of the giant gothic fireplace.” Serra froze with the receiver at her ear, eyes locked on something out her window. She let the receiver down to rest on the pillows gently, and Trish kept talking, oblivious to the change in her friend.

“She woke to strong arms around her, and familiar voices calling her name. Her two ghosts had come back for her, in mortal forms to join her in her life for as long as she wished.” Serra stood, and walked to the back door, opening it to the two pairs of eyes watching her, and the smiles on the faces of her night lovers.

“The three of them stood on the grounds, and watched as the house burned to the ground. The ending was a rather giant leap for me, since there was no record of them coming back for her, and in actuality, she was rumored to have died in the fire, but I couldn’t let it end that way.” Serra stepped outside, and into their waiting arms, letting her world melt away behind her.

“So I said they came back for her, and as the heat of the fire melted the snow around them, making it seem like an early spring, the two embraced her, bringing in the New Year with their forbidden love.” Ran and Raen gathered her close to them, and Serra let her head fall to rest on them. The world disappeared, and she was home in their embrace.

“Serra, what’s really funny to me is how you managed to call me. You’ve been dead for years now, from that fire from the final acts of the Unseelie Wars that burned down the house you lived in. I wrote the book as a memorial to you. I can only guess that they finally came back for you. Good-bye Serra, and I hope your next life is a lot happier than your previous one.” The line clicked, then went dead.


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