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Your Solstice celebrations begin at a cozy cottage by the ocean. Mingling with the sounds of the waves crashing against the rock, it is a soothing melody. A holiday merriment. The tinkling of a piano and two beautiful voices singing carols drifts towards you as you approach the quaint home.The cottage is a picturesque Solstice scene. The windows are frosted by the chilly night air. The sills are adorned with vibrant evergreens and brilliant red poinsettia. A handmade wreath of cedar, spruce, twigs, and pinecones hangs on the door. You knock.The singing and piano playing stop. Footsteps beyond. Then the door swings open, the wreath bounces and scrapes against it and the smell of cinnamon, cloves, and cocoa flood your senses.Gwyn stands there, a bright smile on her face. The dim light beyond shrouds her like a halo. Her eyes twinkle as she greets you. “Happy Solstice! Az and I are so happy you could make it. We were just singing carols and about to open the first present of the season!” Gwyn steps aside and you slip in. The cottage is inviting and cozy, like a warm hug from a loved one. A decorated evergreen stands tall in one corner, the baubles and strands of angel hair are a hodge podge of color and design. A roaring fire radiates heat, the mantle and hearth are decorated with stockings and candles. Before the fireplace lies a large rug made of soft, faux fur. That delicious, rich scent of cocoa wafts towards you and you turn to find Azriel standing behind you, a steaming clay mug in his scarred hand.“Glad you could make it. I heard there's a storm approaching. You don't mind staying the night, do you?”You shake your head, “Not at all. As long as it's no trouble –”“Oh by The Mother no trouble at all!” Gwyn interrupts as she starts to peel your coat from your shoulders. “We'd be happy to have you stay for as long as you'd like!”You slip your arms out of the coat and take the mug from Azriel. Your fingers brush his and a chill goes up your spine. His eyes wander just a bit, taking in the curve of your body. At the same time a warm hand is on the small of your back. “Your dress is beautiful,” Gwyn says as her fingers glide across the deep red colored velvet. There's a flirtatious undertone to her words.“Thank you,” you say as she fingers the embroidery. “I actually had it custom made by Emerie.” The Illyrian Valkyrie was happy to make the knee length, a-line dress for you. Something that hugged your curves and showed off your favorite assets. “She really does fine work,” Gwyn replied, her eyes lingering on your full breasts and pert ass. Your face heats at the couple's sensuous stares.Gwyn wears a dark blue dress, the fabric hugging her body. Every curve and plane is accentuated by the cut. The bottom hem comes to sit just above her knees, a small slit providing a peek at more of her muscular, freckled thigh. The neckline plunges between her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.Azriel is in a simple outfit. Black pants and cable knit, black sweater. His shadows hang lazily about his shoulders as he motions for you to join them by the fire. “Please, have a seat.” You sit on the loveseat by the fire, your mug in hand. Gwyn joins you on the plush couch. Azriel sits on the floor, lounging back lazily on one arm; the other hangs casually on his bent knee. You take a sip of hot cocoa and clearing your throat you ask, “So you were about to open your first present?”You feel silly. You hadn't thought to get them anything, but you also didn't realize how intimate this was all going to be. Well, you knew there was a possibility. Their invite was suggestive after all. Both of them coming to you after training, their touches fleeting, but flirty as they invited you to their home for the weekend.You had even thought to wear your laciest, barely-there piece knowing exactly what would be happening tonight.Azriel is looking at you and Gwyn with a devilish gleam in his eye, and Gwyn….Gwyn can't stop touching you. She places her hand on your thigh and asks, “Is this alright?” You nod. Of course it is. Gwyneth Berdara, Priestess, Valkyrie, and Carynthian currently has her fingers pressed against your inner thigh and oh gods you hope and pray they can't tell how wet you've suddenly become.Her hand drifts higher as she says, “Azriel, fetch the present. If it's from Nesta and Cassian, I have a feeling I know what it may be.” She gives you a wink and a smirk. Azriel returns with a package wrapped in simple, brown paper and adorned with a white bow. “Would you like to do the honors, Priestess?”Gwyn squeezes your thigh and takes the book.“Oh my,” She gasped as the paper falls away to reveal a thick tome. It looks old. Filled with wisdom. The brown leather is slightly faded. A lotus flower is printed on the front. She opens the front page. “The Kama Sutra.” Gwyn holds up the book to show you and Azriel.Your cheeks warm. You know what this book is and being here while they open it feels intrusive. But imagining Gwyn and Azriel indulging in the contents…There's a sudden heady mix that permeates the air. From all three of you. Gwyn pulls out a card and reads, “ Dear Gwyn and Az – Bet you can't do all the positions in here. Nesta and Cassian.” “Well that sounds like a challenge,” Azriel purrs. He comes to sit up on his knees, leaning his neck to see the card and tome.Gwyn shoots you both a mischievous grin, “We could start this evening – you're more than welcome to watch…or join.” She looks at you, a brow raised.You swallow hard, “Oh I couldn't possibly –”“Please,” Azriel says with a chuckle, “It would be our honor to have you participate – if you'd like.”“And if not, we'll just try our best to keep quite tonight, lest we wake you.”Heat pools in your stomach. They're openly inviting you – you feel you should do it, but you've never done something like this before. You've always wanted to though. Always wanted to be surrounded by bodies. Touched, teased, and caressed by hands, mouths, tongues….“I'll – can I start by watching?” Gwyn gives you a gentle smile, “Of course. If you want to join in, just say so.”Taking a huge sip of your cocoa, you watch as the atmosphere of the cottage shifts and Az is standing, pulling Gwyn with him, the book in her hands. His hands hold her hips, pulling her into his side as she flips the book open.“Random page?”Azriel smiles, nuzzling his face into hers. “Whatever you'd like, Priestess.” He places a kiss on her neck beneath her ear. Heat and slick form between your legs as you watch this intimate moment unfold before you.Pages flip until Gwyn stops and smiles as she points, “The Pulsing Embrace. Meditate to the beat of your goddess’ heart. A loving and sensual full-body caress – A nice slow start, perfect if you'd like to join.” Gwyn shoots you a wink before setting the book aside and turning her attention fully on Azriel whose pants are bulging at the crotch, his eyes are blown dark. His shadows swirl around them, a few reach out to you, caressing your ankles and playing with your hair.You've ceased all efforts to hide your change in scent and let it be fully embraced. You sit back in the chair, squirming as you watch Azriel's hands glide over Gwyn's body, a sensual path that makes her purr. Her lips latch to his neck as her hands work on his pants and belt.Then Azriel’s gaze finds your wandering eyes and locks on. Prolonging the eye contact as his hands slide up Gwyn’s back and begins unzipping her dress. Her dress falls to the floor, his pants next, then Azriel's dark sweater follows. Gwyn’s wearing a garter belt that holds up her tights and what you wouldn't give to snap them off, guide the stretchy fabric down her legs, your fingers caressing her skin.Azriel sees you eyeing her legs, and he smirks as he whispers something in Gwyn’s ear. The copper-haired Priestess turns to look back at you.“You can touch yourself, if you’d like?” She says with a smirk, her voice silky smooth.It’s like a command and you can only do one thing and heed it.With curious, wandering hands, you glide over the skirts of your own dress, smoothing the fabric against your too hot skin. As soon as your fingertips reach the hem of your skirt, you gasp, your touch cooler than you expected.The pair watch as you curl your fingers under and slowly pull up your skirt. Your scent fills the room and Azriel growls before his mouth is on Gwyn’s neck. Kissing. Biting. Sucking. You curl your fingers again, this time stroking yourself outside of your panties which are soaked through now. Shivers and moans work their way through your body as you continue to touch yourself. Driving yourself crazy as you watch the couple kiss and their fingertips dig into one another. Craving each other.You don’t know how much time has passed, but suddenly Gwyn is holding a hand out to you and inclining her head. An invitation.You can't hold back. The urge to touch them, to have them touch you, is too strong. So you take Gwyn’s hand, joining them on the fur carpet. They make quick work of your clothing, tossing your dress on the couch, your tights thrown somewhere behind Azriel. Both of them making sure they touch every inch of you as they undress you.They paw at you, Azriel trails kisses up your shoulder, Gwyn thumbs your nipples, her fingers dance across your ribs. Then you're kneeling on the floor while Gwyn stands before you, holding her leg out to you. An unspoken command to remove her tights. As if she knew you wanted to. Perhaps it was Azriel who knew – or the shadows. You heard that they have supernatural abilities to feel and know things…perhaps they tattled your desires to the couple.Goosebumps form where your fingers touch her freckled leg as you unsnap the garters and slowly roll her tights down. Taking your sweet time. Savoring this moment. Her skin is buttery smooth and she smells incredible. You want to press your face to her thighs and breathe her in. Kiss her. Lick her. Taste her. You give in to your desires and follow your fingers with kisses. Gwyn moans above you, her hand comes to caress the side of your head, pressing you closer. Giving you exactly what you wanted. Azriel watches, his cock in his fist. A lustful sparkle in his eyes as he watches you kiss and caress his mate. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth as you start to work on the second tight. Feeling more bold, you take her tight in your teeth and slowly pull it off until it pops off her foot.There's a whirlwind of movement as soon as you're all completely naked. Azriel comes to kiss Gwyn, deeply, passionately. It's filled with so much desire that you almost look away as they kneel before you. Their lips locked, moans and whimpers escape their mouths. Heat coils in your core, your hips undulate as Gwyn settles in his lap, a knee on either side of his. Azriel’s cock is trapped between their bodies as Gwyn takes his head and pulls it to her chest, their kiss finally broken.Her chest heaves as she holds him close. His hands roam her body, recreating the position outlined in the discarded book that lays on the floor next to you. Gwyn moves. Up and down, an undulating motion. Their bodies rocking together.Your fingers twitch and spreading your legs you reach for your clit as you watch. Azriel cups Gwyn’s ass, his fingertips digging into her skin. She responds with a moan and purr, her own fingers curling in his hair. They weren't even having sex and this was all so intimate , so close. You want it. You want to feel their hands on you exploring every plane of your body. You want to feel Gwyn’s freckled fingers on your breasts. Feel Azriel's mouth on your neck. You want to touch and tease them in return.Gwyn holds out her hand, inviting you. You take it and follow her guidance as she pulls you to sit behind Azriel, pressing your front to his back, your knees bracketing him. His ass is against the most sensitive expanse of your thighs and your cunt weeps with desire. Gwyn’s hand wraps around the back of your head and pulls you in, gently. Her lips find yours in a soft, sweet whisper. Excitement explodes, you see stars until she's pressing her lips harder against yours. Deepening the kiss.Your breasts are pressed against the other side of Azriel’s head. The Shadowsinger purrs in bliss as he's caged between the two sets of breasts, your bodies rubbing and rolling against each other. There's tremendous friction between the three of you. Azriel’s one hand has come back to hold your thigh, squeezing your leg, holding you in place as you grind against his pert ass. Gwyn still ravishes you, her tongue now swiping against your lips, seeking entrance. You let her in and your tongues dance. Her fingers curl in your hair, pulling with just enough pain to send ripples of exhilaration down your spine. Your arms wrap around Azriel, roaming down his chest. Your soft touch against his hardened body makes you vibrate. His muscles bunch as you reach his stomach, your fingers dance and explore further. Lower and lower until you're grasping his cock with one hand and curling your finger against Gwyn’s coarse hair, stroking her pussy with the other.All three of you are a cacophony of moans and whimpers as you caress each other. Become intimate on a whole other level.The longer the three of you are in this position, the more exploring you all do. Touching and squeezing breasts. Kisses laid on every inch of each other's skin. Fingertips sending shivers cascading over each other.Outside a winter storm rages. Snow now falls heavily as the position you've been tangled in for an endless amount of time turns into frantic and endless fucking. You watch and touch yourself as Az takes Gwyn from behind, the copper haired priestess still kissing you and fondling your breasts as he does so. You scream into the warm atmosphere of the cabin as Gwyn sucks and fingers you. You gag on Azriel’s cock as he rocks his hips into your face. And as the three of you lay spent and exhausted together under heavy blankets next to a roaring fireplace, you can't think of any other way you'd rather start your holiday season.