Unveilded by the Depths

Pool Time

WARNING: Threesome ahead (Please note I'm not big on the words people use so....)

Nixie

I stand there, frozen. I don't know what to say or do. One of them is fine, I can handle one...I think. But two? The need is saturating me but frightening me at the same time. "I'm scared," I sigh.

"Of what? Of me? Of us?" they demand, their words on top of each other.

"Of this."

"This?" Dillon questions.

"Kissing?" Sebastian asks, his eyebrow cocked as he remembers all our previous kisses.

"Sex," I whisper.

"Why?" Sebastian demands.

"Why?" I never thought about why, always fixated on the how and what. As a sprite, sex should be natural as breathing and yet, for me, I feared it.

"Why." He repeats.

"Because..." I think of so many other reasons but instead of one of them, I blurt the truth, "my mom uses sex as a weapon. I don't want to do that...ever! But I'm a sprite. Sex is my power."

"No," Sebastian corrects me, "Sprites nurture and protect nature first. Sex runs a close second, true, but sex is your nature not your power."

"But that's not what you're afraid of," Dillon adds. "You're afraid of hurting us. Afraid if we mate with you, you will use sex to control us."

"Sex only controls the weak," Sebastian says.

"Or the stupid," Dillon adds. "But as your mates, sex isn't about power to us, it's about bonding, about pleasure." He chuckles and continues, "The bond lets us feel your emotions so, you can't manipulate us if we know what you are feeling. Can you?"

"Will you fight?" I demand of them.

"Yes," they say together. "But it won't be your fault," Dillon adds.

"Alpha said I have to choose one of you." I bite my lip. "But I want both of you the same."

"We'd fight to the death if you refused to mate both of us," Sebastian points out. "So..."

"I need a minute," I tell them, then add a quavering please when they don't let me go right away. Once free, I dive into the deepest part of the pool and sit on the bottom. Do I want two mates? Can I deal with two? I do know I can't choose between them.

I feel another presence in the water and open my eyes to see Jefferson has joined me. He is beautiful in his full siren form, with his iridescent scales and tail. Jefferson smiles at me, "Relax, squirt, you don't have to be afraid of becoming your mother. You can't anyway. I won't let you. But you will feel better if you fully let your sprite out. You use your waterpowers, but you have never fully embraced the rest of your sprite. We put her in the box, remember?"

"With Lorelei?"

"No." Jefferson shakes his head. "We made the box, you and I, that day on the playground."

"I remember. The pink playhouse box."

"I forgot that part," Jefferson chuckles. "You were only 4."

"So how do I let her out?"

Jefferson's enchanting, mystical, siren face looks at me with a practical, fatherly look. "You sure you want her out? Can you embrace that part of yourself?"

"I need her," I tell him, that powerful part of me pushing me past my fears and worries. "I need her to be who I'm meant to be. I need her to find my happiness. I need her to be me."