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The Gift

Richard's Storyline, Chapter 8.5

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I'm not exactly sure what happened next, or how I could explain it even if I did, but the room filled with a Turquoise light and both Spirits closed their eyes, spreading their arms and Jack's wings along with them as they left the floor, rising into the air. A handprint glowed the same color on each of their chests, and they slowly lowered once again. Once they opened their eyes, both gaze at me with what I could only perceive as pure affection-- I'm sure it's how I was looking at them.

Two handsome Spirits stood before me, two sets of Amethyst eyes gleaming with adoration... and desire. Honestly, if I had to admit it, I'm sure there was just as much desire coming from me. It was Balam who broke the silence. "I have waited for you for some time, Richard-- for this. Would you have me wait longer?"

It was hard to avoid smiling, but I didn't bother hiding it. "No, Balam... I think we've all waited long enough..."

With that declaration I fell toward the bed, lowered onto it as each Spirit took hold of one of my arms and eased me down to the mattress. In unison, the Jaguar and Gryphon moved forward, each pressing close as they stepped through the bed so they could stand on either side of me. On my left, Jack leaned forward, brushing the top of his beak against my cheek while rubbing his crown of head feathers along the side of my face; on my right, Balam's fuzzy muzzle caressed my cheek, whiskers tickling my nose and ears as his tongue washed upward from my chin to ear. Their combined attention made me quiver.

The Jaguar and Gryphon reached out, each laying a paw or talon against the glowing marks on my chest and I reached up to touch each likewise. In that moment I felt complete, and what followed was a blur of movement, closeness, and intimacy; before I realized what had happened I found myself amidst a bundle of three bodies: my own and those of my Spirits. Although I was on the bottom I didn't feel suffocated, but they DID take my breath away when I felt the combined touch of Jack and Balam as they both laced their fingers around our three shafts which had been gathered together in a bundle.

The soft tawny fur of Jack's groin was pressed against my left thigh and the hearty weight of Balam's cream colored sac was nestled against my own, my mind lost to the euphoria of the slick sensation of their flesh sandwiching mine. They leaned forward as one, muzzle and beak touching mouth as we shared a kiss that could easily have been anatomically impossible, and yet it was so right as lips touched tongue touched beak touched lips. The loud rumble of a purr was in stereo, the sound originating from both Spirits as the snuggled closer still and their digits began moving in unison, counterpoint to the gentle but insistent rocking of their hips.

The sea breeze zephyr of Jack's gasp was layered with the urgent, demanding musk of a predator's breath overlaid with a hint of Kent and essence of Dartmoor. Balam, on the other hand, panted out sweltering jungle and cool rain combined with a strange combination of clove and carnivore... but it wasn't the scent of rotten meat-- it was a primal scent and not at all unpleasant. In that moment, I could really feel them, and the powers they embodied... but they set that aside to focus entirely on me, and I could not have felt more blessed. With no hesitation, my hand joined their talon and paw.

In the same way I could smell them with far more than my nose I could feel them in a way that transcended touch. Jack was the embodiment of the British Isles and Balam was the untamed wilds of the Yucatan Peninsula. They were my Spirits and I was their Human as surely as the sky was blue and the sea was deep. For the first time in my life it felt like there was a pure, simple, and honest truth to the world, and I reveled in it in the exact same way as I celebrated the sensations their presence brought forth in me.

I don't know how long we were joined together in the act but it felt as magical as any ritual Balam had taught me. At some point I could tell that our combined touch was driving me to my limit and, judging from the building power behind Balam's growl or how Jack's wings were spreading while all his feathers stood on end I realized I wasn't alone in that. Voice barely above a whisper I offered my only warning. "I'm close..."

Jack leaned back, his talon tightening around our joined flesh as he wheezed, wings spreading to their greatest span as he let out a groan, free talon pressed to his chest as he declared "Richard... oh Richard..."

Balam, however, leaned forward rather than backward, the rumbling purr roiling its way from deep within his chest to his muzzle, and I looked up at him as his lips pulled back, whiskers quivering as he showed his teeth in what I could only imagine was pure ecstasy, and he murmured the words in Mayan, which I could understand. "I give you my thanks, Seer... and more."

The 'more' to which he was referring was probably meant in a metaphysical sense but, in that moment, all three of us gave up 'more'. Being on the bottom, I closed my eyes as our combined fluids jetted out all over my abdomen, chest, and neck; to this day I still don't know which of the Spirits it was, but someone even hit me in the cheek with the resulting spray. I was so caught up in the moment that I let go of the paw and talon, gripping the bed sheets with both hands as they each continued their motions, stimulating me even further.

I wheezed through the release, thrashing at the sensations. Jack's hips froze stock-still as he rasped out a declaration of joy but I could feel his tail flagging against my thigh and the waves of pressure passing down his shaft were almost as obvious as his rapidly stroking talon. Balam, on the other hand, never stopped moving his hips though he held his paw steady, growling audibly through his release as his testicles slapped into mine repeatedly enough to be noticed but not enough to cause discomfort... or maybe that sensation was just overwhelmed by the pure pleasure of the moment.

My whole world had been turned upside-down, and, as I laid on my bed, drawing in huge breaths of air, both of my Spirits fell back against the bed on either side of me. I'd never had a large bed and by all accounts it shouldn't have been able to accommodate all three of us but, as I'd learned, the best explanation was 'because Spirits'. I didn't bother wasting any time considering it, preferring to enjoy the feel of pelt, purr, and poise to my right and the sensation of feathers, fur, and faithfulness on my left.

Both Spirits snuggled close, Jack with the same kind of post-coital closeness of a spouse of decades and Balam with the detached-but-devoted wariness of a first time lover that hoped for decades ahead. I don't remember what we discussed as we lay there but the only real importance wasn't what we said; the fact that we were together was the main point. At some point I fell asleep in the arms of my two Spirits and my wonderful dreams almost managed to hold a candle to my waking hours.

I woke in the morning a little later than usual, immediately regretting that I hadn't cleaned up after our play. Fortunately, the only mess on me was my own-- one of the benefits of having Spirit lovers is that their fluids faded out of existence, but the same could not be said for Human semen and apparently I'd been worked up enough to make quite a mess. Neither Balam nor Jack seemed worried in the least about that, just happy to see me awakened. They were both seated on the floor, still completely naked as they looked up at me, each saying in unison "Good morning."

Although I was still a little groggy something about their mutual greeting caught me by surprise; I understood them both. "I can still understand you, Balam!"

The Jaguar's expression had returned to passive stoicism, but I could still see the glimmer of familiarity in his eye as he stated simply "Of course, Seer... we are Bound. Language is no barrier for us now."

Jack stood, his magnificent body completely open to my view as he took a step closer, offering a talon. "Tis good to have thee with us again, my Richard... every hour thou hath spent slumbering felt like a day to me."

Balam stood as well, likewise just as naked. His build was a little more slight than Jack's, but he was just as beautifully built, and when he stretched he practically bent over backwards; apparently he was just as flexible as a flesh-and-blood Jaguar. He was also as direct as ever. "Will you start the day by bathing?"

I nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."

A hint of the Jaguar's playfulness from the prior night resurfaced as his whiskers tweaked upward. "If that is the case, would you object to getting dirtier first?"

Jack seemed to like that idea too and, no, I didn't object one bit.

THE END