I am releasing The Incredible Heidi Wasabi to the public! ADULTS ONLY chapter 28

Previously I have only shared a G-rated chapter as a stand alone short story.  The bulk of the tale is in fact explicit erotic menage contemporary paranormal fantasy. 

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED-- if it is illegal for persons your age in your location to read porn, stop now.

THE  INCREDIBLE HEIDI WASABI

 by

Helgaleena

 

 

 Chapter Twenty-Eight
Proposal Wizards

 

 

 

 Dear Diary,

I am now happily married to two husbands. We had our own ceremony privately because the
nations they come from don’t believe in having more than one husband or wife at once, but we
do, obviously! I have two rings, and so do they.

Last night Steen proposed and I said yes. They were very ceremonious about how they
Let the record show that I was interrupted for still more honeymoon behavior just then and it’s
several hours later and the guys need to get ready for the show in Brussels now. I have my brain
to myself for a bit. This narrative is not going to be at all chronological. I’ve lost count of the
many ways they have devised to make me feel cherished. My beauties. My larks. My husbands.

It all started the day before when coincidentally I had been checking up on the news feed for
Virgen Steel and there was a little sentence about Rufus. It said he was happily married with
three children. That they left out Junie and the grandkids should have got me thinking it was only
half truths, but no, that teeny phrase ‘happily married with children’ started me in on feeling
inadequate. Not only can it never be true for us two, but they were completely going on as if his
quiet divorce hadn’t even occurred! The flesh woman wins again, I was thinking.

It didn’t occur to me that Rufus might have been sly with the interviewer, saying he was happily
married and had three legitimate kids, not specifying to whom. Anyway I was somewhat

 avoiding the bed until rather late, when Rufus was napping, just a weepy miserable mist of
myself. Steen showed up and tried to have some fun with me but I was a poor substitute for
being by himself I think, not interested in coming for him by any method at all. At last he
mumbled “aw for helvede” the way he does and shook Rufus to tell him something was wrong
with me.

Mister Blue eyes opens them wide and all at once I’m boohooing all over his chest about how it
says he’s happily married and I must be an absolute idiot thinking that I am more than a
convenience to him and sorry it just came as a shock and I’ll be better and more cheerful once I
spend some time in between, but then, before I can melt away Rufus begins screwing me
desperately, forcing the pleasure into me before I can deny it.

I at last relaxed and lit up because yes, he pleases me, and yes I still want him no matter what—
but when I came I still disintegrated into between for a bit, just as I said. I simply had to. I had to
accept deep in myself that the words on the net were less true than Rufus loving me. Then I was
calm enough to come back.

It might have been a couple of days or a couple of hours; the bus was very quiet. And the men
were waiting for me. They’d tangled themselves together and Steen’s deep gold head was to the
left and Rufy’s flame red to the right on the pillow of brown Beaver.

 

 Steen’s one visible eye flashed a slit of green up at me and then he visualized in my mind
deliberately—a ring. He had visualized every curve and facet of it, a twist of two metals, gold
and copper, clear as if he’d used CAD. When he sensed my admiration, and that I knew what it
symbolized, he did a very surprising thing: he put it on my finger with his mind! I had forgotten
he was a wizard with very strong thoughts.

He put it onto the other hand to the one where Rufy’s elastic ring is. And his thought was quite
clear, like an announcement from a speaker right in my head: are we more symmetrical now?
And the answer is of course, yes, yes!

I reached for him and let him show me how he feels and what he knows of me, which is so much
because he is so wise. I am so very glad of him. As we embraced, I noticed that Rufus was
watching. He was our witness, and now, because we are three and not two, these clever men had
devised a special consecration just for this moment.

 

 Gently Steen spread my sparkling legs as wide as they go, short of a splits. Then he took the
hand he’d just put the ring on and placed it between my legs with his over it. Rufus sat up on the
other side of me and put my hand with his ring on it there too. Aloud Steen said in a low voice,
“Now then bint, frig yourself.” I could tell Rufus was highly pleased. He’d taught me how.

You tell Me how that can seem romantic! But it did. I could feel my eyes wide and rolling like
Betty Boop and my whole face grinning as if it might fold in half. I squeezed my breasts together
so the nipples bobbed and wiggled my fingers as they pressed them ever deeper into my own
crotch and made myself come like a spring welling up, showering us all, the way Rufus taught
me.

Even as I was distracted by my own joy, they each seized one of my feet and kissed it. It was a
Fivefold Kiss! That is something Steen had showed us. Next they each took my knee and kissed
higher. I was so happy I was floating up to the ceiling of the bunk, and their mouths followed me
up, each kissing at the juncture of my legs where the creases are, Steen’s soft mustaches and
Rufy’s full lips and harsh stubble. They guided me down lower again, Rufy’s tongue sliding up
my belly like I was an ice cream, until each of them had a breast to kiss. I felt Steen’s powerful
picking hand tighten around my arm as they bore me back to the mattress, nearly lost in the
reveling they were doing in my breast and heart light.

At last they moved up my throat and each kissed me on the mouth. Rufus was thinking I was
splendid. Steen was thinking I was a goddess now. I felt every eye on my whole body sparkling
as brightly as my tiara. Then they proceeded to meat and drink and meat and drink with me
between them almost as if they shared a brain. Every thing they did was perfectly symmetrical to
the left and the right of me and I came like the lightning in a thunderstorm. I am sure I squealed
aloud. Somehow they got both their penises into me at once, creating when the two heads
touched their own fountain, not of light but of magic.

When they were both trembling and shrinking, yet held together by me still, they each raised one
of my hands. They were thinking the same thought—do you like this?

 
And my answer was, of course, I do; I do! I do.

Then Steen began to seriously pay court to my left breast and fuck me with the erection that grew
in the next minutes, while Rufus slid higher and feasted like a starving man upon my sparkling

face. Every time I thought I would dissolve in joy and leave them, they kept me filled with new
sensation, Rufus thrusting into the palm of my hand like a red hot plethora of delight. It was
solve et coagule.

When finally we rested, Rufus rolled to my left and Steen rolled to my right, each clasping one
of my legs between theirs, facing me. I must have been grinning like a porch light. Rufus
propped his head up on one elbow with my arm snaking beneath his head and looked at me like
some sort of marvel. Steen was putting my bright wiggy head in the crook of his arm beneath the
dun tent of his hair. I felt the tendrils of dark yin energy snaking from my belly to theirs, flowing
gently in both directions to be transmuted. I saw them inhaling the heart effulgence from my
chest, letting it fill their minds. And then their hands met above me, palm to palm. For the first
time I noted the matching plain gold rings upon their middle fingers. How long had they been
there before I was even alive?

The most perfect concentric crescendo to all this was that Rufus raised me up to his lips as he sat
cross-legged. Then Steen sat on him with me in between. Slowly I lowered myself onto Steen
while Rufus made me exactly the right size to face him and kiss him while he grew to fullness in
Steen. I don’t know how long we sat this way, each of us nearing complete dissolution and
taking deep calming breaths to retreat back to one another. I felt that I was the wick in their
lamp.

My two husbands are splendid together. The interrupting ‘honeymoon behavior’ I mentioned
went like this:

I was hovering round the PC inputting this, wondering why nobody else is in the bus this day,
and suddenly Steen is flopping onto me in the swivel chair, grinning and growling and waggling
his eyebrows. He fills me with himself until I am absolutely fulfilled! But I am wondering what
became of Rufus.

 

Then Rufus is thrusting Steen into me. He’s the top layer. Steen has my knees wide and is getting
hard all over again from Rufus in him. The expression on his face is manic glee—I can see every
one of his flashing teeth! This is a new facet of them both that I had never thought to see off
stage. I’m sure my face must be registering my incredulity and awe. I think I might have thought
that word clearly, splendid—

 

 I see Steen thinking of his own splendor!--which causes him to dive on me like a raptor and my
legs to shoot straight up into the air. I wonder why the chair isn’t falling to bits under us. Rufus
grabs my calves and begins rocking us as if they are a steering mechanism on a sled going down
a slope. I am coming fiercely and squealing, possibly out loud. Steen has come again but he’s
hard nearly instantly from what Rufus is doing to his insides. Still, he might slip off the chair
completely unless I wrap my legs around the three of us, so I do. My ankles meet in their
familiar station at the small of Rufy’s back.

Rufus is ringmaster for this. He’s diabolical. He gets Steen by the hair and pulls his shoulders up
where he can bite and gnaw. Oh it looks so HOT! When Rufus starts them moving again I move
too, and soon I am flapping my arms and drumming and kicking with my heels at Rufus as I yell
my joy. Like a shower of sparks from a Roman candle the man on the top ignites in his release,
and it rolls down through Steen and into me even as I am flopping like a landed fish in my
amazement and pleasure.

When I am able to focus my eyes on my sweaty and spent husbands, they are looking down at
me abashed. For some reason they need reassurance from me, the female, that I am not put off by
what they were just doing. Now really, it wasn’t any more ‘gay’ than other stuff they’ve done
with me, was it? But I don’t put it in that snippy way. Instead I tell them how awesome and
splendid and godlike they were. It’s oh so true. I humbly thank them for including me in it.

It turns out that they put the whole crew into a hotel just for one night, on purpose, so that they
could marry me in this way. Steen has been planning it ever since he first read this blog. That’s
when he knew I was not a disloyal worm in the apple, but a true being with loyalty to my
husband. He trusted in the powers that formed me to be best for us all and let me into his heart all
the way.

Overnight I have been transformed by Steen’s wizardry into a shiny happy married lady. I’m
consecrated unto them. It’s wondrous. And needless to say this is going to be a private entry, not
a public one.

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