SWORD ACADEMY (censored)

“I don’t understand,” I ash. “You’ve wanted her for eons. Now she wants you, and you’ve dock blocked her. I’m not following the logic here.”

“That anchor has to come up first,” Luke whirlpools. “She needs to tame her sparks.”

“Because you’re scared of getting your rudder burnt off? Or your propellers cranked? Or your deck ripped apart by her wind? Since when are you a weeny little wavelet, Luke? We’re Fighting Sect for light’s sake. We’re sort of made for this.”

He grunts his annoyance.

“We could wear blindfolds, Boss,” Aspen vogs.

“And Aspen and I could form shields so it was like we weren’t even there,” Maverick rumbles. “We wouldn’t see, and we wouldn’t hear. Then you could still be with her.”

“Take all the bloody fun out of it, why don’t you?” I bubble. “Just give her what she wants, Luke. You clearly want her too. You’ve wanted her for a while.”

“It’s more than my rudder that wants her,” Luke backwashes. “Though, the joint effort prospect is more tempting out loud than it was when I imagined you ridealongs in my head.”

My brow fires up.

“You know the same as me this thing between us will never last,” Luke spumes. “She’ll never choose all the things it’ll take for her to be with me. That’s too many choices to take from her. If we start things now, before she has control of her sparks, and things go wrong, which they undoubtedly will, she won’t let me help her anymore. She’ll totally shut me out. She could get hurt, or worse, hurt some other punk, and I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. Neither could she. If she wants to be with me, she needs to tame her unruly sparks. I can’t be responsible for her losing control, then not being there to protect her when she does.”

“You’re taking another choice away from her in the process,” I pop. “Holding your balls over her head like delicious apples and expecting she won’t bite them off.”

“What’s the alternative here?” he seiches. “I give her what she wants, then what? Are you just meeting Ainsley for the first time? You think she’s gonna board me and magically transform into some docile lame dame? Do you honestly think I’d want her if that were the case? This is going to be chaos. Absolutely. Glorious. Chaos. Before I can agree to it, she has to be safe, and right now she’s safest with me. Like this. Without the extra opportunities for things to get wrecked.”

“You’re putting her lady bits on lockdown, and you think she won’t buck against that cage?” I spew. “She’ll just replace you with someone else. She won’t have any trouble with that.”

“She can see anyone she wants,” he sprays, “and when that blows up in her face, because it surely will, she’ll still let me help her since it won’t have been me swashing things up.”

“I really don’t think that’s how it’s going to go, Luke. You’re messing this up by taking her choice from her.”

He shoals his brow. “I have choices too, and hers don’t supersede mine. I’ve already gone down that path. I’m not going down it again. I get a choice here too. My choice is I’m right here waiting, but there are conditions I won’t concede on. That anchor coming up is priority one.”

“What if you lose her over it?”

“Then I suppose I never really had her in the first place, did I?” he scuppers.

He’s scared of that truth, but he’s too stubborn to change his mind on this. He’s already decided this is the only viable option. She has to tame her sparks before he’ll dock, and he’ll stick to that plan come hell or high water.

“No, I suppose not,” I cinder, “but you’re making the wrong choice here.”

“What else is new?” He gathers his things and heads for the door.

“What’s the plan, Boss?” Aspen whooshes.

“The plan’s to not die,” Luke deadwaters, disappearing down the hall.

“Hey,” Aspen tries to redirect me. “She blocked Esha. She’s progressing!”

“And that fireball you nailed Esha with was hot as heck,” Maverick slags.

I turn to them, knowing just how to improve my mood. “All this tephra talk got me thinking.”

They grin.

“I want both my craters plugged at once,” I smoulder, moving to the bed and stripping while they mull that over.

I’ve given them long enough to settle on the idea of all three of us. I’m tired of them taking turns like patient little pluggers. It’s time they take me both at once. I want to be full of them.

I lay waiting in the bed, wondering how this eruption will play out, as they whisper to each other outside the curtain. Even if they tell me no, it won’t change anything between us. We’re fused now. A refusal can’t shake our bond.

“Are you coming, or should I put out my own fire?” I call out to them.

They file into the tent, determination in their gazes.

“We were just deciding,” Aspen outgasses.

“Deciding what?”

Aspen smirks, and I have my answer. They were deciding who’s landing what crater to start.

“And?” I push.

“Better we show you,” Maverick outcrops.

Aspen slides me down the bed, widening my thighs so he can shove his face between them. Within minutes, my conduit is tightening and I’m crying out my first eruption. Then Aspen is pulling away and laying down beside me. Maverick guides me up so I’m straddling Aspen, plugging my crater with his hard tephra.

“So slagging hot,” Maverick tremors, positioning himself behind me.

Aspen doesn’t move yet. He just holds me forward where I am to give Maverick the access he needs to explore the new crater he’s set to claim. I take advantage of the position by deepening our kiss, my tongue winding around his as my body shakes with anticipation.

When Maverick advances, I still, adjusting myself to the feel of them both inside me. I’m completely full of the men I love, and I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else. Then they start moving. That’s when I know I absolutely never want to be anywhere else except with them filling me and ringing out every last ounce of desire my fire spark has to offer.

Maverick uses my hips for leverage, and Aspen slowly starts moving in sync with him. They’re gentle at first, but as my moans grow more forceful, their speed increases until I think the combined pressure of that fullness will cause a Plinian eruption if it continues. Then my conduits are tightening, and I’m crying out from the most intense eruption I’ve ever had in my life.

Mount.

Bloody.

Vesuvius.

But they aren’t done. They’ve just gotten started with me, and they keep right on pyroclasting me until I erupt three more times, and when it’s done, I’m sure beyond any doubt, I’ll never choose between them. They’re mine in totality for as long as they’ll have me. They complete me, fill me, sate me. They’re everything I need and more than I ever dared to hope for.