Page 35 of The Elves and the Shoemaker (The GriMM Tales #4)

Elias

The following summer

While there was not an abundance of food in the forest, the spring and summer had gifted them plentiful flowers, and Elias adored the tapestry of colours they provided.

Elias had gone to collect some fresh water and took a detour on his way home to check on the little haven for escaped elves and took the liberty of collecting some pretty flowers while he was in there.

He’d come across the haven by accident, and through happenstance, they’d met one of the elves who had created the haven some years ago as a place for recently escaped elves to seek safety in the forest.

A cause close to their hearts, Henrik periodically came by to gift some magic to the spells which surrounded it, and Elias popped by from time to time to ensure it had any necessary supplies, and as an added bonus for himself, to pick bunches of his favourite flowers—blue moons and sprigs of fresh lavender.

Flowers in one hand and the water skins tucked into a knapsack across his back, Elias skipped all the way home.

Home.

Although they’d finished building their new house back in the winter, it had taken some time for it to feel like a lived-in home. Elias felt that the flowers helped considerably, even if Henrik griped from time to time that they didn’t live for very long in a cup of water.

Johan appreciated them, at least.

Once they’d vacated the little hunting cabin, Johan had built them a work station inside, and with the assistance of the kind ambassador’s wife in Hallin, they had found a way to create commissioned shoes for the residents of the neighbouring kingdom.

Without magic, Elias joined Johan in making the shoes, using his smaller, more dextrous fingers to focus on the finer, intricate details, and Henrik infused them with magic at the end.

They had a process, and it worked.

Aside from the occasional passing visit from their friends Red and Wim, nobody had found them, and they all slept peacefully as a result. Their rock had done as promised.

When Elias entered their meadow, he kicked his shoes off so he could feel the grass and daisies under his toes.

“I’ve just swept inside and now you’re going to drag in all that dirt with your grubby feet,” Henrik wined from the porch.

Some things had not changed.

“To feel the earth under your toes is to feel alive, Rik. You should consider removing the stick from your behind for a moment and enjoy nature.”

Henrik huffed but wandered down the steps that led to their cabin and kissed Elias on the nose. He took the knapsack from Elias back and carried the water inside for him.

“Kjaere! Come look!” Elias yelled as he raced up the steps. He found Johan sitting in his favourite spot on a rocking chair he’d made by the window, whittling the tiny elf figurines he’d been giving to the orphaned children he came across in Hallin. It was so sweet that it hurt Elias’ teeth.

“Beautiful.” Johan smiled at the handful of flowers Elias had collected. “I love the blue moons,” he added.

Elias beamed before giving Johan an enthusiastic kiss and scampering off to fill a cup with water for his flowers. He placed them in the centre of the table, where he and Johan could enjoy them with the added benefit of annoying Henrik.

“Come here,” Johan said, reaching out for Elias.

It was nice to hear Johan’s voice. Each time he went into Hallin to deliver the shoes they’d made, he often found it hard to speak for a few days afterwards, and it was a relief when he once again felt relaxed enough again to talk to them.

Elias sat sideways on Johan’s lap and began playing with his shaggy beard. It had been a while since Elias had trimmed it for him, but he enjoyed running his fingers through it, so it could wait a little longer.

Johan kissed him with a passion they usually reserved for the nighttime, not that Elias complained. The shoemaker’s tongue licked at the seam of Elias’ lips, demanding entrance, and Elias obliged.

“Mmmm,” Elias moaned. “My cock aches, I think you must check on it, make sure it is okay,” he muttered into Johan’s mouth.

Johan chuckled before fondling Elias. “Oh no!” he said in mock horror. “Does it need chopping off?”

Elias glared at him. “For that comment, you must kiss it better and give it lots of attention.”

In a movement which aroused Elias for its show of strength, Johan stood and lifted him in one swoop before carrying him into the second room they had made their bedroom.

With Elias spread out on the mattress like Johan’s next meal, Johan began very slowly taking off the elf’s clothing.

“Ooh, what are we doing?” Henrik asked, appearing at the doorway.

“Apparently Elias’ cock is starved of—of attention,” Johan explained.

Henrik snorted. “You poor thing, how long has it been, a day?”

“At least that,” Elias gasped as Johan took an exposed nipple between his teeth. “My hole is also very empty if you are inclined to help a horny elf out.”

Laughing, Henrik joined them on the bed, which was now raised thanks to a platform that Johan had built.

Completely stripped of his clothes, Elias writhed on the bed as two mouths kissed and licked him all over.

This was Elias’ ideal situation.

He came alive under the undivided attention of Johan and Henrik when they worked together to give him endless pleasure.

Henrik pushed Elias onto his side and stroked him while Johan lifted his leg and began licking and sucking along his balls and hole.

“Oh, oh, oh, Gods! Yes!” Elias moaned.

“You like Johan feasting on you?” Henrik asked breathily.

“So much. So good.”

Johan paused and asked Henrik, “Can you?”

Henrik nodded before placing his hand on Elias’ stomach and closing his eyes.

While Elias missed the convenience of lubricating himself, there was an intimacy to Henrik giving him what he needed so the two of them could take their turns with him.

Elias loved it when they did that. Passed him between them, taking their pleasure from his body before giving him to the other. It sent him wild with lust.

Once Johan could feel that Elias was wet enough, he pushed in two fingers and plunged them in and out before scissoring them to stretch Elias open. Elias went pliant, sinking into the sensation of allowing his body to relax and welcome his loves inside him.

“Let’s get him up to four today,” Henrik said to Johan.

“Do you mean? Are you going to… finally?” Elias gasped when Johan added a third large finger.

Four of Johan’s fingers together were girthier than his cock, which was already the largest thing Elias had taken.

“What do you think, Johan? Shall we finally take him together?”

Johan answered with a desperate strangled noise which burst from his throat.

“Yes! Finally, yes!” Elias was so excited and aroused he might burst out of his skin. He’d been asking them to take him together for months, but Henrik said without Elias’ magic to help, they must take their time to prepare him.

When Johan added a fourth finger, Elias pushed back greedily. Henrik kissed him hard, swallowing all the noises of pleasure which spilled from Elias’ lips as he rode Johan’s fingers.

“I’m ready. Please, I’m so ready,” Elias begged.

Johan removed his fingers and lay down on his back so that Elias could straddle his hips. Elias was practically vibrating with excitement.

Henrik held Johan’s cock in place so that Elias could sink down. He sighed in relief at the fullness Johan’s big cock provided him. Loved feeling stretched and stuffed.

“Ride him,” Henrik instructed as he kissed Elias’ neck, sucking on the skin until he’d be sure to leave little pink marks that Elias would admire in the mirror later.

Elias rode Johan with the exuberance he was known for. Occasionally, Johan would grip Elias’ hips to slow him down so they didn’t both come before it was over.

“If you don’t… hurry… up,” Elias gasped when Johan punched up into him. “I’ll come before you’re even inside me.”

Henrik chuckled. “Lean forward and stay still.”

Elias yelped when Henrik took him by surprise, spanking him.

This was it. This was finally it.

Elias very much wanted this to be a recurring element of his sex life and so he did as he was told, the only time he enjoyed obedience.

Henrik ran his hands soothingly down Elias’ ribs and waist until Elias felt the head of Henrik’s cock nudging against his hole on top of Johan’s.

For a moment, it felt impossible that they both might fit, but Elias took a deep breath as Henrik pushed in. The elf behind him was slow and careful as he gently kept going until he was all the way in and his balls pressed against Johan’s.

“Wow,” Johan whispered in awe. “That feels… Wow.”

Elias panted, there was some pain, but it was quickly fading into pleasure as he finally got to feel the two loves of his life take him at the same time.

His whole body trembled as he tipped his head back and revelled in the sensation of it.

Henrik held his hands on Elias’ hips, and it wasn’t long before Elias felt more warm liquid pooling inside him as Henrik worked his magic.

“Can I… move?” Henrik gasped.

“Yes, just… slow at first.”

Henrik cautiously pulled out a little before pushing back in, and all three of them moaned in unison.

“Gods, yes! Do that again,” Elias demanded.

Slowly at first, Henrik began to build up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Elias until sweat was dripping down the small elf’s spine. Henrik licked it up.

Tentatively, Johan pushed up into Elias at the same time, and the feel of them both moving inside him had Elias floating off into the sky above. He couldn’t even form thoughts, he was just an object of pleasure, and he soaked up every blissful moment of it.

As Johan and Henrik got braver and chased their release inside Elias, his blonde hair came loose from his leather hair-tie and tumbled down onto his shoulders in waves.

Henrik gripped it at the root and tugged Elias’ head back, twisting him to steal a kiss that was as loving as it was aggressive.

Moans, gasps, and panting echoed around the room like the finest symphony Elias had ever heard. The walls they had built with their own hands infused with it.

Unable to form words, Elias rode the high right into an ecstasy he hadn’t known existed.

Like a domino effect, Henrik came first, and Johan quickly followed, holding Elias down onto both their lengths with a firm grip, which had Elias so full he just exploded.

He shook and trembled and tears streamed down his cheeks as he experienced a release like no other.

Rope after rope of cum shooting from him and landing in the soft hairs which coated Johan’s stomach.

There wasn’t a spot on his body that didn’t feel marked with Johan and Henrik’s love, and the feeling settled into Elias’ bones like the warmest blanket to ever be woven.

Henrik softened and slipped from his body, but Johan remained inside him, tugging them onto their sides so the shoemaker could wrap his large arms around both the elves.

Johan knew that Elias hated the sudden feeling of emptiness after sex and always stayed inside him for as long as he could. Elias appreciated it now as to go from being so incredibly full to empty would have left him bereft.

Henrik fetched them all some water before crawling back into bed. They were a tangle of sweaty limbs, and Elias couldn’t help but bask in the afterglow of being cherished by his two favourite people in the whole world.

With nothing but the sound of soft breathing and tweeting birds outside their window, Johan whispered, “When the leaves turned brown, I asked whichever god would listen if I would be alone forever.”

Elias blinked up at Johan through wet lashes.

He continued, “The next day, I found you both. The gr-greatest gift of my life. I… sometimes lose my words and can’t say it. But I… I love you both so much.” Johan’s eyes were a glassy mirror, and the emotion held in the depths of them stole Elias’ breath.

“You show us. You show us every single day,” Henrik said, his voice cracking.

“My perfect family,” Elias added. “If it is the Gods who brought us together, I will find it in myself to forgive them.” He snuggled in even closer. “My happily ever after.”