Title: Hotspring Healing

Author: Dark Temptations

Rating: NC17 *smiles innocently*

Warnings: Hot sex between four hot boys

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Disclaimer: The characters Oralie, Olwen and Secunda and their wonderful world are not mine - they are all original characters created by the incredible genius that is my friend, Vash. The characters Mage and Myst are also not mine - they are original characters created by my gifted friend, Shadow's Mirror. She also created the sprites in general and the hotspring where this story occurs. All characters appear in this fic with their creators' knowledge and eager approval.

Summary: Recovering from a serious chill, Olwen is taken to a hot spring to bathe in the hope that the warm waters might help him. But will the heat be provided by more than the spring when they're joined by Olwen's companion/lover and by a sprite very secure in his sexuality?

Terms: Sprite - a small being 3-4 feet tall with long, shimmering, silver wings. There are seven types and Mage is of the rarest and most mysterious one. The Seventh Kind - aka... Sex Sprites. Dark Elf or Mordel - a type of Elf that normally live in underground cities and are known to be cruel and evil - with some very notable exceptions who tend to be very sweet or grumpy. White-haired human, Human or Oralie's Human - Oralie's human boyfriend/lover who is also Olwen's lover and Secunda's too, when Olwen allows it. Can anyone say 'tart'? *laughs*

Author's Notes: This fic is written as a gift to Vash is my Angel - in gratitude for her help and support with my writing, as both my friend and my beta. Thank you so much! *huggles*

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Olwen allowed himself a very soft sigh as he sank up to his chin in the heated water of the hotspring. Although he'd initially been skeptical that coming here to bathe was a good idea - it seemed as if he'd been hot far too much lately considering that it was Winter - he had to admit that the water felt wonderful against his bare skin.

The Dark Elf leaned back against the side of the spring and closed his eyes - allowing the peace and quiet to settle over him as he soaked in the warmth of the water. He very nearly smiled in contentment when he felt his two companions settle at his sides. Olwen didn't need to open his eyes to know what he would see if he looked.

Secunda was on his right. Olwen knew that because he was sitting close - their arms and thighs touching. This amount of intimacy between them was fairly new - but Olwen felt comfortable with it. He liked having the other Mordel near him. He also liked making love with him - although he worried that he would hurt him if Secunda kept insisting on making love so often.

Oralie was on his left - sitting a little further away from him than Secunda, but still quite close. The healer was still uncertain around him - perhaps it was an elf thing... or perhaps it had to do with how often he'd threatened the life of the healer's lover - but Olwen was pleased to know that he was still willing to sit beside him. He liked the healer. Oralie had very gentle hands and a quiet way about him that made Olwen feel... calmer.

All in all, it was quite pleasant sitting there in the hot water. Especially since there was no white-haired human around to speak and ruin the peace and quiet.

Olwen sighed as he heard Secunda moan very quietly.

No human... but there was a Mordel who had sex on his mind far too much for Olwen's liking.

Looking at Secunda - who was quite obviously trying to discretely pleasure himself in the water - Olwen arched an eyebrow. What was it with Secunda and sex? They had just made love before leaving the house. Olwen had even brought the other boy to release twice - because Secunda had refused to leave the house until he did so. But he was still... "Hn."

Secunda gasped and looked wide-eyed at Olwen - the blush staining his cheeks making him all the more beautiful in his lover's eyes. "I... I..." He bit his lip and shook his head. "The water is just so... warm." He blushed even more deeply.

Oralie's soft chuckle drew Olwen's attention. He looked at him and his eyebrow arched higher when he realised the elf was doing the same thing as Secunda - only without the moaning. "Aye. The hot water tends to have that sort of effect, at times."

Olwen sighed and resigned himself to being surrounded by sex - being too comfortable to move.

He closed his eyes and ignored the slight throb in his groin that suggested he was not entirely unaffected by the heated water, himself. That was a very easy thing for him to ignore. He didn't like sex and he could quite happily go without it.

But he couldn't ignore the sounds of someone approaching the hotspring through the narrow trail through the trees. His eyes snapped open again.

From the way they tensed and stopped the motions of their hands - Olwen knew Oralie and Secunda had also heard the soft rustling and crackle of leaves beneath feet. Small feet, judging by how quiet the sounds were. Olwen relaxed a little. In this place, small feet meant one thing.

"Sprite."

His soft mutter came moments before a little being with a mop of tousled golden curls, long silver wings and mud covering him from neck to toes emerged from the trees.

Olwen arched an eyebrow at the sight of the sprite.

Secunda stared and also arched an eyebrow.

Oralie bit his lip and stood up, then headed quickly to the other side of the pool - nearest the sprite. "Mage! What happened? Are you unhurt?"

Mage blinked at Oralie's voice and looked up - obviously not having noticed earlier that the spring was occupied. He blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Ah! Hello, Oralie. I am fine. I was just doing a spot of gardening."

Olwen's eyebrow vanished into his hair. He glanced at Secunda when he felt him tremble - reassured when he realised the boy was trying not to laugh.

Oralie coughed - apparently having the same problem as Secunda - and spoke Olwen's thoughts. "From your appearance... it would seem your garden fought back."

"Oh no." Mage's smile was very sweet. "This was all Myst's fault. I was weeding and he got distracted by my bending over. He was watering at the time. Unfortunately, when I was crossing the garden to weed somewhere else a little later, I missed seeing the mud puddle he'd created." He sighed. "If only he had not chosen that instant to pull those carrots..." He pouted at Oralie. "Honestly, if you saw someone bending over with their legs apart and their bottom wiggling as they pulled something large and orange from the ground between their legs... would you not get distracted also?"

Oralie bit his lip hard and nodded. "Aye. I dare say I would indeed." He held out his hand to the muddy sprite. "You had best come in and get that mud off before it sets and ruins your..." He trailed off, biting his lip harder still.

Mage smiled even more sweetly as he took Oralie's hand and moved into the water. "It was most fortunate that I felt like gardening in the nude today. At least I did not get any clothes dirty. I truly dislike doing laundry."

"Aye... most fortunate." Oralie coughed softly to cover his near laugh. He led the sprite over to the spot where he'd been sitting and smiled at him. "I will get you some soap."

"Oh thank you! The golden one, if you would not mind, please." Mage smiled happily at Oralie, then turned his bright grin onto Olwen and Secunda. "Hello."

Secunda nodded - not trusting his voice and still blushing over his realisation that the sprite was naked beneath all the mud.

Olwen grunted softly and studied the sprite intently for signs of injury. He didn't know much about sprites but he vaguely remembered hearing something about how delicate their wings were. "Are your wings all right?"

"My... Oh yes, they are fine, thank you." Mage turned around a little so Olwen could see his wings. "A little muddy, but nothing a bath will not cure." He smiled as he turned back again.

"Hn." Olwen studied Mage thoughtfully. The sprite was very dirty. It would take him a long time to get clean and meanwhile the mud covering his wings was not washing off in the water. Also, it was very difficult to wash behind yourself. Olwen made up his mind.

When Oralie returned with the golden-coloured soap, Olwen took it off him before Mage could. He began to wash the little sprite, gently but thoroughly - starting with his wings and ignoring Mage's squeak of surprise and Oralie and Secunda's gasps at his actions.

The sprite's wings were dirty. Olwen was determined to get them clean.

Of course - cleaning the rest of the dirty sprite followed on from that.

Mage's wings quivered slightly as Olwen washed them. He made a soft happy sound as Olwen carefully and gently washed his back around where they sprouted. When Olwen washed the strip of skin between his wings though - Mage could not restrain his moan of pleasure.

It was the most sensitive place on the body of a sprite - as well as being the most erotic and sexual place to touch.

Olwen tilted his head and studied the moaning and quivering sprite in front of him - noting how the boy's wings fluttered softly against his hand and arm as he gently soaped up the skin between them. He stroked the spot again and looked thoughtful as Mage moaned. He'd touched another sprite there once before and that sprite had fluttered his wings too - although he'd been quieter. Perhaps sprites liked having their backs massaged or rubbed as much as Mordel did.

One more stroke and then Olwen rinsed off the soap - again causing Mage to moan softly. He was about to hand the boy the soap to finish off the rest when the Dark Elf changed his mind. There was something about the small, muddy, water-bedraggled figure sitting in front of him that Olwen could not resist. As he turned the sprite around and began to soap up his arms and chest, he wondered if he was feeling the same urge to clean that hit Secunda at least once a week.

At least with a muddy sprite there was no chance he could put something back anywhere other than where it should go. Secunda had a tendency to move all the books around whenever he cleaned their house.

Olwen was pulled from his thoughts when his hand brushed something hard - causing the sprite who's belly he was washing to moan and arch in obvious pleasure. Arching an eyebrow, Olwen moved his hand again. When Mage's response was the same, the Dark Elf frowned and carefully studied what he'd touched. He sighed when he realised what was going on.

The sprite was aroused.

Why did everything always seem to involve sex in some way?

This was a bit of a problem. Olwen thought for a second. He could either finish what he had started or he could pass the aroused sprite off to Oralie. There was only one logical thing to do.

"Here." Olwen turned the sprite around to face Oralie and handed the startled elf the soap.

Mage pouted at Olwen over his shoulder. "I was enjoying your washing me."

Olwen looked at the little sprite and nodded. "I know." He looked away, then tensed as a small hand gently patted his shoulder.

"It is all right. I understand. We all have things we do not wish to face." Mage smiled sweetly at the Dark Elf and turned to Oralie. "I can wash myself."

Oralie smiled at Mage and shook his head. "I am more than happy to." He laughed at Mage's big grin and immediate wiggle onto his lap - then began to gently clean him. His touch soon had the small sprite uttering soft moans of pleasure as his body arched.

Olwen watched for a few seconds before his attention was caught by a soft moan from his other side. He took one glance, then sighed and reached out - taking Secunda's hand and moving it away from the boy's shaft before putting his own hand on his lover's heated length. Secunda moaned and Olwen relaxed a little. This was familiar to him. This was something he knew - something he could handle. Ignoring the two bathing behind him, Olwen began to gently stroke his lover's shaft.

"Oralie... you can take me if you want to." Mage's voice was hard to ignore, but Olwen tried.

"I would like to very much, however... there is no oil here." Still ignoring them, Olwen only barely noticed that Oralie sounded quite disappointed. He frowned over his shoulder.

"Your human."

"Would not only understand, but approve." Oralie smiled at Olwen. "He and I both have other lovers, remember."

"Hn." Olwen frowned - not at all happy about that. But at least there was no oil. Without oil, nothing would happen.

"See that rock there? If you press on the top, it opens. There is oil kept inside."

Olwen sighed at the sprite's words to Oralie and eyed Secunda warily - not at all surprised at how the boy's eyes gleamed as he looked back at him.

"Would you...?" Secunda's voice was soft and very hopeful.

Olwen sighed again.

He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Oralie open the rock and retrieve a small bottle of oil from inside the secret container. Although he still found such things very strange - Olwen had been to the hotspring enough times to not be too surprised about it. There were all sorts of strange things there and he had already learned that rocks were not always just rocks.

Although he preferred the one that opened to reveal soft, white, drying cloths.

A rock that provided oil was just strange.

Oralie looked over at Olwen and Secunda and held out one of the bottles. "Do you need this?" He smiled despite the blush that coloured his cheeks so prettily and - at Olwen's nod - passed it over to the Dark Elf.

Olwen turned back to Secunda and arched an eyebrow when he found that the boy had already risen from the water and was sitting on the bank with his legs open and an excited look on his face. "Hn." He began to gently and carefully prepare his eager lover - his fingers slipping into the boy's passage and rubbing the smooth liquid into him to ready the way for his heated length. He watched Secunda's face closely for the slightest hint of pain and was reassured a little to see nothing but the same pleasure he heard in his low moans.

Behind him, Olwen could hear the sprite moaning as well and he knew the healer would almost be done preparing him. A sudden curiosity stirred within him and he glanced over at the other pair - wondering how the elf would take the much smaller sprite.

Since Oralie was in the process of lifting Mage onto his lap as he sat on the bank - Olwen quickly got his answer. He arched an eyebrow and studied the healer's shaft with interest - it was hard and looked as if it would feel the same as Secunda's if he took it in his hand.

Not that he had any interest in doing that - of course. He already had too many lovers.

He tried to push the oddly enticing thought out of his mind as he returned his attention to the most important of those lovers.

As Olwen rose from the water and began to coat his hardness with the oil, he felt three sets of eyes upon him. It made him feel a little odd. Normally he hated being watched but these eyes - possessed by three he knew - didn't feel cold or full of hate. Their gazes were admiring and he found himself moving his hand a little more slowly than usual to give them more time to look.

A little flustered when he realised what he was doing - the Dark Elf quickly finished his preparation and moved to stand before Secunda. By stepping up on the shelf that they normally sat on when in the hotspring, he was just the right height. Leaning in, he kissed his lover softly as he positioned himself at the boy's entrance. Then he began to push carefully inside.

Olwen took his time - determined to make the claiming as painless as he could. Despite his care, he knew Secunda had to be feeling some pain. He watched the other's face carefully for signs of it and worried when he saw nothing but pleasure. The pain had to be there. Had Secunda learned to mask it? A tiny wince and Olwen's worry eased. No. He wasn't masking it - but it seemed as if his body was becoming more used to this. The Human had said it would happen - but Olwen hadn't really believed him. He wasn't sure he did now, either. But he'd keep it in mind.

His long, slow glide into the heat of the other boy's body finally found its end. As he buried himself completely inside his lover, Olwen made a soft sound of pleasure. Secunda's low moan was muffled as Olwen claimed his lips in a deep and hungry kiss. Although he wasn't too fond of making love - as the Human called it - he did rather enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the heat of his lover. He was one with him and at least part of Olwen revelled in the knowledge.

Easing back from the kiss - Olwen looked deeply into Secunda's eyes. "Mine," he whispered.

Secunda's cheeks flooded with colour as he nodded - one hand lifting to stroke Olwen's cheek and then move down to rub his neck just the way the Dark Elf liked. "Yours," he agreed. "As you are mine."

"Hn." Olwen had never thought he'd actually like hearing anything like that. He'd been told too many times over the years that he belonged to someone else. But this... was different somehow. He'd resisted it at first - but Secunda's soft voice and the way his hand moved gently over his skin as he said it... Olwen didn't mind being Secunda's at all.

As long as Secunda was his and his alone.

Of course... he still had a little trouble making Secunda agree to that.

Putting that thought aside as it reared its ugly head - Olwen began to move within his lover. He kissed him deeply again. One hand slipped around Secunda's back to hold him close as his hips moved in a motion that was both familiar and yet still a little strange to him. Secunda moaned into the kiss and Olwen made the softest sound of pleasure in response.

The healer and the sprite were not so reserved.

The fourth time Mage cried out in pleasure, Olwen eased back from his kiss with Secunda and glared at the two noisy lovers. "Quiet."

Oralie moaned and bit his lip as he blushed. "Forgive us... Olwen... I fear... we... cannot help... ourselves." His voice was broken up as he tried to breathe while attempting to keep up with his energetic lover. He tried to bite back his next moan but it managed to escape anyway.

Mage raised and lowered himself on Oralie's lap with practiced ease - moaning and making loud happy sounds as he did so. He looked over at Olwen and smiled brightly at him. "Lovemaking is often noisy. It is better that way. When you let out the sounds that build up inside of you, when you do not think about stopping them - you can focus more on what you are feeling and you will also enjoy it more, because you are not tensing your body as you try to stay silent."

Olwen arched an eyebrow. That sounded familiar. The Human had told him the same thing. He hadn't believed him - of course - but now he had it from a more reliable source. He had heard that this particular sprite was quite knowledgeable about such things.

"Hn."

Although he was tempted to try it - his bad memories of the times when he'd made any sound were far stronger than the temptation. Those who had held him prisoner for so long had always been more brutal at such times.

Olwen remained almost silent as he made love to Secunda.

He was rather irritated when Secunda began to moan quite loudly like the others.

They were teaching him some very bad habits.

A sudden cry came from first Mage and then Oralie as they both found their release within moments of each other. Mage snuggled into his lover's chest and hugged him as he licked and lightly kissed the elf's chest while Oralie panted and tried to catch his breath.

Oralie gently stroked Mage's back - careful to avoid the area between his wings - and smiled a little shyly at his new lover. "You are most wonderous, Mage."

Mage smiled happily at Oralie and kissed him sweetly. "Thank you. I really enjoyed that. Can we do it again sometime?"

A blush coloured the elf's cheeks as he nodded. "Aye. I would like that." His colour deepened at Mage's happy smile.

Secunda moaned and Olwen returned his attention to his lover - rather shocked to find that he'd actually been watching the other two for a few seconds, rather than the one he was with. He'd never allowed his attention to stray like that before and it worried him.

He kissed Secunda deeply and parted his lips a little. A very soft moan escaped from his possessed lips as the other Dark Elf's tongue immediately accepted the invitation and slipped into his mouth to taste him.

As they kissed, Olwen felt himself approaching the pinnacle. He tried to fight it - not wanting to have to turn Secunda away quite so soon - but the tide refused to be turned back. He moaned softly as it washed over him and he found his release deep inside his lover's body.

Secunda broke away from the kiss and cried out as his body trembled with his own release, barely a heartbeat later.

Olwen allowed himself a few moments to hold the other boy close before he began to ease out of him. He frowned when Secunda held him close and refused to let go. "Secunda..."

"Just... a little longer." Secunda moved his head and gently nuzzled Olwen's neck.

"No. You will start to move." Olwen was not going to be caught twice in one day by the same ploy. He hugged Secunda gently, then eased back. He quickly turned away so as not to see the sad and disappointed look he knew his lover was giving him.

Olwen found himself looking into a pair of very worried, bright purple eyes.

"Do you always do that?" Mage frowned as he turned around on Oralie's lap so his back was leaning against the elf's chest. He seemed quite comfortable in his new chair. Perhaps it had something to do with the way his chair was lightly stroking his chest and belly.

Before Olwen could 'hn' in reply, Secunda spoke softly. "Aye. Always. Unless I can talk him into more. That is not very often." He sighed as he slipped into the water and began to clean off his stickiness. He didn't look at Olwen.

Olwen frowned at Secunda, then at the sprite. "It would hurt him."

Mage tilted his head and looked first at Olwen, then at Secunda and finally over his shoulder at Oralie. "Do you know what he is talking about? It is usually the other way around. Males hurt when they do not have enough, not when they have so little."

Sadness passed over Oralie's face as he nodded. "Aye. When Olwen was..." He shook his head and tried another way of phrasing it. "Before he came here, Olwen only ever encountered pain. Not pleasure. He believes that if he does too much... he will hurt the one he is with."

Secunda sighed. "But it does not hurt. It feels good." He barely whispered the words but Olwen heard him.

Glaring at Secunda, the Dark Elf shook his head. "It hurts." He turned his glare onto Oralie - who flinched just a little. At the betraying motion - Olwen's glare eased and he looked away. He knew it hadn't been his anger that had caused Oralie to react. It had been his pain.

Mage tilted his head and frowned. "Oh dear. This really cannot continue like this." He looked at Oralie. "As healers... it is our duty to keep these two safe and well. If Olwen continues like this... they are both going to become very hurt. We must intervene, Oralie."

Sighing softly, the elven healer nodded in agreement with the sprite healer. "Aye. I had been hoping that a little time would show Olwen the truth, however it is becoming dangerous now."

Olwen really did not like the way this conversation was going. Mage said he and Secunda were going to be hurt and he and Oralie both seemed to believe they needed to do something to stop it from happening. That sounded serious - but he had no idea what they were talking about. Crossing his arms, he glared at them. "Explain."

Secunda watched silently - looking rather worried.

Mage and Oralie traded glances. Oralie bit his lip and Mage nodded. "I will." He looked at Olwen and his normally twinkling eyes were very serious.

"Look down."

Arching an eyebrow, Olwen did so and then looked back at the sprite. "Water."

Mage shook his head. "Not around you. The state you are in."

Olwen frowned and did not reply - he knew what the sprite wanted him to say and he refused to admit that he was still hard.

"We are still hard." Secunda did not wince when Olwen glared at him. Instead, he glared back. "It is true! We are. We always are," he finished - his voice very soft as he looked away.

Mage nodded. "Come here, Olwen." His voice was very gentle and he smiled kindly at the Dark Elf as he beckoned him closer. "Come and sit here with us. You too, Secunda."

Olwen had no intention of moving. But there was no way he was letting Secunda go alone.

When the two Dark Elves were sitting close, Mage looked seriously at them both. "Olwen, do you know what happens if you become aroused, hard, and you stay that way for an extended period of time without release?" At the boy's shake of his head, Mage frowned a little. "I am surprised that it has not happened to either of you yet, but it is only a matter of time. When you become hard, your blood goes into that part of your body and is trapped there. When you release, it releases the trap a little more each time. One release will only release it a little. Two will release it more and so on. When the trap is completely released, then you will no longer be hard. Time will also release the trap, and warm or cool water helps as well, but the fastest and easiest way is through release."

Olwen nodded. The Human had told him something similar when he'd first begun lecturing him about sex. He wasn't entirely convinced that he'd been telling him the truth - but it had made sense. More or less.

Mage pointed to Olwen's shaft. "When a male becomes hard and makes love, then the hardness increases. If that male only releases once, then that may not be enough to make their hardness go away. But if it stays hard for too long... it may begin to hurt." His voice was soft but that didn't make his words any less worrying. He reached out and gently took Olwen's hand, squeezing it as the boy looked at him - his eyes wide with shock.

"If it does, then the best way to relieve the pain is to release. Or you can have a warm bath. Just lying down and resting will also help. But it is best to try to keep it from happening in the first place."

Olwen nodded. "How?" The Human had mentioned this as well - and Olwen was beginning to think that perhaps he should have taken him seriously rather than think he was merely trying to get more sex out of him.

Oralie spoke softly. "When you become hard, either ignore it entirely until it goes away or pleasure yourself until you release. If you are making love with someone, then you need to make sure that you and they are not still hard afterwards." His eyes were as gentle as his voice.

A frown creased Olwen's brow as he thought about that. "I cannot take Secunda that much." His voice was very soft.

Secunda gently stroked Olwen's hair. "I used to see Father with females. He would take them several times and they never showed any pain. Not even after he left them to pursue other things. Most of the time, they would just begin to pleasure each other." He blushed very deeply.

Mage bit back his 'probably because your Father had satisfied himself rather than them' comment and nodded before smiling gently at Olwen. "A male has that part of his body for a reason. If it hurt whenever he used it more than once at a time... then it would not be able to properly fulfil the duty it was intended for. As long as you use plenty of oil and rest when you feel tired, or when you need some time to recover, a male can make love as much as he wishes to."

Olwen frowned. "I know." He looked away. The Human had told him that before as well. More than once. He still wasn't sure if he was ready to believe him or not. But the other things the sprite had said worried him. If they were true...

He didn't want to hurt Secunda or himself.

Especially because of memories that he wanted to just forget.

Oralie slowly reached out his hand towards Olwen's hair. The Dark Elf leaned in a little to signal his acceptance of the touch, then sighed softly when it came. Oralie was so gentle. There was something very reassuring in his touch.

"Olwen... you are aware that Mage and I are healers." Oralie's voice was very soft as he softly stroked the other boy's hair.

Olwen nodded a little.

"Do you believe that we would never do anything that would hurt you or Secunda?"

Another nod. Olwen wasn't sure exactly when it had happened but... he did trust these two healers in that way. They had both proven themselves to him.

"Would you allow one of us to be with you now?" Oralie's voice was almost a whisper and his cheeks had coloured ever so prettily. "To prove that more does not hurt."

Olwen hesitated, considering. He knew twice was safe. Secunda had slowly persuaded him on that point. Being with one of them for another time would not really prove anything. He looked at Oralie, then at Mage. "Once each."

He steeled himself for what he was about to do. Normally he wouldn't dream of it but... Secunda had made it clear how unhappy he was when Olwen was with another and he was not permitted to be. "Secunda also."

Secunda gasped and Oralie bit his lip hard and blushed even more deeply. Mage smiled at Olwen and nodded. "While you are with one of us, the other will be with Secunda. He will be safe."

Olwen nodded once. "The other side. Where you can heal him if he hurts."

"Olwen..." Secunda looked at Olwen in surprise and then smiled. "All right."

Mage smiled at Olwen. "Who first?"

"You." It was an easy choice. Two did not hurt. So if three did, then at least Mage was small and would not hurt Secunda as badly - if at all.

A second later, Olwen found himself with a lapful of wiggly sprite and the other two boys were so red they looked as if they'd both been in the hot water for too long.

Olwen waited until the other two had moved to the far end of the spring - then watched them for a little longer. One eyebrow arched higher and higher as the two of them did nothing more than slowly and tentatively kiss. He looked down at the sprite in his lap as the boy giggled.

Mage gestured to the other two. "I do not think we will need to hurry to be done when they are."

Olwen nodded and watched his Secunda with the healer for a few more seconds before forcing himself to return his attention to the small one he was holding. He gathered the sprite into his arms and lifted him a little so he could kiss him softly.

Within moments, the Dark Elf was making soft sounds of pleasure as he learned just how incredibly sweet the sprite tasted when he had been kissing the healer only minutes earlier.

Mage gently stroked Olwen's body as he kissed him deeply. He soon learned that the Dark Elf was most responsive to touches on his neck and focused his attention there - so it was not long before the last of Olwen's misgivings had been swept away by his arousal. After that, it was even less time before Mage was crying out in pleasure as Olwen's hardness pressed inside him.

Careful not to hurt the smaller being - Olwen was a little hesitant to thrust too deeply at first. His new lover had to pout at him three times before he finally reached a speed the sexual little creature was happy with.

The Dark Elf was rather surprised to find that the sprite was just as eager for lovemaking as Secunda was. He also seemed to enjoy it just as much and he was definitely much louder at it.

That there was no problem at all with their difference in size didn't surprise Olwen. He knew the sprite had already been with some of the other Dark Elves living in the city.

Mage kissed Olwen deeply and passionately as his body began to tremble. Wanting to test an idea he'd had earlier - the Dark Elf carefully stroked his hand down the sprite's back between his wings. When Mage's wings fluttered and his body trembled in release - Olwen knew his guess had been right. Sprites were very sensitive there.

Then he thrust one more time and the thought fled his mind as his own release overcame him.

While the sprite in his arms gently nuzzled and licked his neck, Olwen nuzzled his hair and closed his eyes as he leaned back against the side of the hotspring. The warmth of the water and the feel of having someone in his arms - combined with two sexual encounters - had made him a little tired. Added to all that was the fact that he was still not completely recovered from his illness - although that was not something he would have admitted to anyone. Although he knew he had to stay awake, his willpower only lasted for a few more minutes.

By the time Oralie and Secunda rejoined them - Olwen was sound asleep and Mage was nestled in his arms and smiling wryly.

Oralie and Secunda breathed sighs of relief. Although Oralie very much wished to make love to both Dark Elves, he had not really wanted their first times to be for such a reason or in such a place. He was a romantic at heart and Secunda had agreed with him completely. They had contented themselves with a few sweet kisses, but nothing more serious while they had waited for the other two. With Olwen asleep, Oralie would not need to find an excuse to wait. Perfect.

Smiling tenderly at his lover and companion, Secunda gently gathered Olwen into his arms. With a nod of farewell to Oralie and Mage, he teleported himself and the sleeping boy back to their house.

Mage looked at Oralie. "When do you have to return home? I was hoping you might have some time to play with me." He grinned.

Oralie smiled and gently stroked Mage's curls as he settled into the lovely hot water - the sprite moving to sit comfortably in his lap. "That sounds nice."

As the two healers kissed - tasting the other two boys on each other's lips - they both agreed that it was definitely very nice indeed.

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