Hybrid Misfit

tried to. Caught between, I couldn’t escape the rapture that erupted throughout my body. My pussy convulsed so hard, I expected Simon to cry out in pain, but instead with a bellow of fierce elation, he came in shuddering jets, quickly followed by Gene in my not-so-virgin-anymore hole.

It was beyond fantastic. And I never wanted the feeling to end.

After a night of orgasms that I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count, I awoke feeling like a million bucks. And I owed it all to the two lugs sleeping on either side of me.

“Wake up,” I shouted, laughing when Simon dove out of bed stark naked, his eyes and hair wild.

Gene just stretched lazily and grinned. “Morning, gorgeous. Your wish is my command.”

“Get over here,” I ordered Simon patting the bed beside me. With a sheepish smile, he crawled back into bed, but before he could snag me with a thick arm, I scooted out from between them. I turned and sat on my haunches so I could see them both. Then I got shy, the words I wanted to say, freezing in my throat.

“I-um.” I stuttered, trying to spit it out. This is stupid. I know how I feel, so stop being such a ninny and tell them. “I was going to make a great big speech, but screw it. I love you both and if the offer is still open, would love to move in.” I didn’t tell them though that we’d eventually end up living in Limbo as part of my deal with it. Besides, it would surely take a few months to rebuild the city that Limbo said I’d need to inhabit, plenty of time to get them to see things my way.

Shocked silence met me and I instantly regretted my bold words. Only for a nanosecond, though, because then two naked male bodies hurtled themselves at me for a quick kiss. And then dove past me.

I looked at them dressing in bewilderment. “Um, don’t you guys want to say something?”

Simon with a beaming face leaned down and kissed me. “You know I love you. And if you want, I will tell you a thousand times a day.”

Simon straightened and Gene took his place and kissed me as well on the mouth with a murmured, “Precious one, you are my one and only wish.”

Oh, that was pretty and tears pricked my eyes. But still they continued to dress. Not exactly the reaction I’d pictured-/what happened to showering me with some loving?/ “May I ask where you’re going in such a hurry?” I said miffed.

“Going to get color swatches,” Simon announced.

“Packing up your stuff and moving it,” chimed in Gene.

I laughed at them both. “Get back here, both of you. Simon, while I appreciate your willingness to let me put my mark on our home, it doesn’t need to be done right this minute. And for what I have planned, Gene, clothes won’t be necessary.” I crooked my finger, spread my thighs and smiled.

Then laughed again as in their eagerness to comply with my wishes, they ruined yet another set of their clothes.

Guess I’d better learn to sew.

Epilogue

Simon and Gene ended up not letting me out of bed for a week, although I was allowed to check in with my best friends by phone in between bouts. Did I mention I’d never felt better or smiled more?

Reality eventually intruded in the form of my promise to Limbo tugging at me. I’d told the boys about my deal with the entity that wasn’t exactly alive-and who boggled the mind-and how I’d promised I’d kind of rule over it. My task? To ensure that the balance was kept between good and evil. My lovers didn’t look surprised, and declared they knew that as the first hybrid misfit, I was destined for great things. My reply was a large snort.

They didn’t require any coaxing to move, much to my surprise, and they immediately called up some dwarven architects to start designing plans for the grandest palace ever. I would have argued that a hut would do so long as I had them, but seriously, a palace, how cool was that?

The moment I returned to Limbo, clasped in Simon’s arms-I didn’t want to disappoint him by telling him my bond with the place allowed me to move to and fro with ease-I looked upon the changed landscape, my soon-to- be-home, and smiled. For so long I’d fought and wandered, trying to find my place in the world and as it turned out, I’d needed to create it. And it’s beautiful, if I do say so myself, I thought looking around with pride at the lush landscape forged from my blood and promise.

“So what are you going to call it?” Gene asked hugging me from behind. “Limbo seems kind of outdated now.”

Funny he should mention it, for I’d already given the subject some thought. “Well, as the first hybrid misfit and queen or empress or whatever you want to call me of this land, how’s Misfitia, a place where anyone is welcome no matter how different they may be.”

Simon rumbled “I like it,” and Gene, with a flourish of his hands and an impressive smoke display that made me cough, gave me a present.

When the fumes cleared, I laughed as I saw what he’d done for me. He’d created my very own Stonehenge, and etched in a massive rock for all to see:

Welcome to Misfitia, ruled by Beth, High Queen of all Hybrid Misfits.

“You forgot one thing,” I said linking my arm through both of theirs. “Where’s ‘along with her beloved consorts Simon and Gene, for all of eternity’?”

Apparently adjustments to my sign would wait, for with expressions that bespoke their love for me, my dragon and genie proved to me in the soft grass of my new land just how much they liked the idea-and then proved it again.

About the Author

Eve Langlais, who is in her mid thirties, has been married 11 years to a wonderful man who gave her three beautiful, but distracting children aged ten, seven and four. A military brat, she was born in British Columbia but ended up living all across Canada. She now resides with her family, that also includes two cats and a guinea pig, in the historic town of Bowmanville, Ontario. If you want to get to know her better visit her website at http://www.Evelanglais.com or friend her on FaceBook.

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