Marie's Fantasies: Healing Hearts, #2

By Tamara Earthsong

Marie has been single and buried in work for the past three years. She's really happy for her best friend and roomate Olivia who started dating a lovely older couple several weeks ago, but seeing them all so happy and hearing their hot sex makes her feel even lonelier than usual. To deal with work stress and feeling down, she takes refuge in her fantasies.

 

About to launch the last book in her current series, Marie is worried that she hasn't come up with her next book series yet. She lays down in bed to masturbate and let her thoughts wander. Not only does she come up with her next sexy series, but she gets off to the hot fantasy she's come up with of three characters in a medieval setting.

 

Olivia, knowing her friend Marie has always fantasized about being with two bisexual men and being a Domme, arranges a sexy surprise for her friend after the book launch. She wasn't quite able to set up the encounter she wanted, but Marie has a super hot night regardless and finally lives out her fantasy of Domming two men.

 

During the convention where she's launching her most recent book, Marie keeps running into an adorably shy and very sexy man that she's met at multiple conventions in the past. Each meeting leaves sparks of emotion in her chest.

BDSM style in this book: soft.  Pairings in this book: female masturbation, MMF, MM with female watching/masturbating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamara Earthsong
• Release date: Oct 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215719633

Tamara Earthsong

Tamara Earthsong grew up on an island on the East Coast, and has loved books since she was old enough to read. There’s nothing better than curling up with a tasty snack, a soft blanket, and a good book. Eight years ago, she made the move to Toronto and loves being in a large city. Transit is great (trust me, you don’t want her driving!). She enjoys spending her time writing, making chainmaille jewelry, and watching anime. The Healing Hearts series began as a writing exercise to create characters she wished were her friends in real life, and grew from there. Because of this, she loves all her characters very much and wishes they were real. She hopes you will grow to love these characters as well.

Book preview

Chapter 1.

Marie.

Oh yeah, I murmured, my anticipation rising. Cum for us.

Clicking a button, my vibrator kicked into overdrive. Which would be when my phone slipped from my grip and smashed me in the nose. Blinking in pain, I grabbed at my phone and continued watching one of my favorite anime characters take it in the ass. Ohhhh yeah, I thought, grinding my hips forward, pressing harder against my toy.

The author of this series had teased us for way too long, taking forever to build up to this scene, but it was finally happening. The main character cried out when his ass was filled, followed by a beautiful shot of his armor and weapons in a haphazard pile next to the bed.

Pants on the floor, but his long mage’s vest and shirt still on, hiked up around his waist, the other character's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his lover's ardent cry. He bent forward, kissing the back of his partner's neck. Watching him be so tender caused a rush of emotion to gather in my chest.

Pulling the toy from my pussy, I ran it over my clit. Goddamn it, why did my vibrator with the clit attachment have to die on me a few months back? I should treat myself to a new one after working at the convention this weekend.

The characters on screen were making very passionate noises while they made love. Such good noises that I skipped the video back to listen to them again while jamming the vibrator inside me. I loved it when people were vocal in bed.

Need riding him now, the mage thrust into the warrior harder, making him cry out. His eyes were haunted. He’d almost lost him in the battle earlier. The warrior's chest came up off the bed, showing the audience his hard nipples. Mmm, I want to pinch them.

When the mage’s arms wrapped around the warrior’s torso, holding him up, I fucked myself harder while listening to the mage whisper to the warrior about how much he loved him. You tell him how much you love him, and how hard you’ll kick his ass if he ever leaves you behind to keep you safe while he rushes into a dangerous battle again.

The warrior reached back, cupping the mage's cheek, emotion shining in his eyes. He told the mage he loved him and promised he’d never leave him again. His voice broke, tears rolling down his face. I fucked myself faster, wanting to come with them. Once their declarations of love were made, they fell silent, only the sounds of their panting and moaning filling the room.

The artist did an amazing job, I thought when the warrior's head arched back, looking at his beloved while he came, eyes full of love. His semen pumped out, arcing over the bed and floor. The mage’s hips pounded faster for a few more strokes. He kissed the warrior’s back again, and then he held still, crying out several times as he came.

His face was hidden from my view, but the artist revealed his emotions in other ways. In the tender way he tightly held the warrior. The way his chest heaved when he tried to hold back his sobs of relief that the man he loved had lived through the fierce battle. The arch in his back as he came, pressing his chest against the warrior to be closer to him.

I came shortly after he did, watching the camera zoom in on the single drop of semen on the edge of the sword’s sheath. Yeah, that’s the stuff.

I paused the video, my thumb rubbing across both character’s cheeks. For an entire year, I’d been waiting for this scene to happen. The animation team hadn’t disappointed.

Glancing at the clock, I reminded myself that I swore I’d relax until the delivery arrived. Laying back against my pillows, I tried to relax, to simply enjoy being naked and doing nothing. There would be lots of work to be done later, but I could relax a little longer. I tried my best not to hyper-fixate on the work I needed to get done.

Fuck off, I told my brain when it started to list all of today’s many tasks. None of them could be done until the order arrived. Rolling onto my belly and kicking my feet up into the air behind me, I left the episode a five-star rating and a glowing recommendation. I was glad I’d been able to contribute to the crowdfunding last year for this. They deserved lots of success for their fantastic work. I appreciated porn that was loving and had a story to it but also delivered on angst and hot sex.

I see the truck outside, Olivia shouted excitedly.

Why she was excited when she knew she’d be spending the rest of the day with me going over all the products to make sure there was no damage and to sort, package, and price everything was beyond me. It was exhausting and definitely not one of the things I enjoyed about running my own business.

Groaning, I got dressed and went to wash off my toy, knowing my roommate would get the door if the delivery man managed to haul all the boxes to the stairs before I peed.

Normally, I’d do all the work myself, but I finished my last book late, having a hard time with deciding how to end the series until the very end. Then the printing company had a delay, so my stock was only arriving now, and convention season started this weekend. Until I’d finally gotten the shipping notification a few days ago, I’d been freaking out that I’d only have old stock for the first convention of the year.

Breathe, I told myself, looking in the mirror. It’s really close to the wire, but everything’s here now. It’s okay.

Any time I told people I ran my own business, they thought it somehow meant I had huge amounts of money and free time to enjoy myself. People drove me nuts. A lot of them didn’t understand how running your own small business meant you were almost constantly working, and sometimes had every last dollar tied up in your products.

I had to do everything myself. Creating the products, formatting, sending it to the printers, researching the best places to get each type of item made, marketing, organizing and hosting events, paperwork, and a billion other things.

Olivia sounded cheerful as she spoke to the delivery man. Thank you sooooo much. I’m sorry there’s so many boxes today.

Well, at least I have an amazing best friend who helps me out when I need it. I rushed over to help.

Guessing this is all work stuff? the guy asked, handing me a box.

Yuuup, I said. He’d been here enough to know I made my living as an artist, though he had no idea my books often featured naked men.

Well, have fun, he said, handing over the last box. There was a hopeful look on his face.

Thanks so much. I handed him my bribe of cookies I’d set by the door earlier. I kept my delivery people happy so that they always knocked on my door and not the main door of the house, which belonged to the people who lived upstairs. I didn’t want my stuff left out front in the rain or worse, stolen. Thankfully, I mostly worked from home, so I was often here to open the door at the first knock.

Well, Olivia said, rubbing her hands together as she looked at the sea of boxes. Let’s get to work.

I love you. I laughed, only noticing now that she wore a frilly satin apron. She was definitely channeling one of those anime girls who thrived on doing chores. She wouldn’t be this full of energy by the time we were done. Where did you even get that?

From Sana. She giggled. She has a ridiculous amount of them. I thought it would be fun. I brought one for you too.

I didn’t realize she cosplayed. Funny, we’ve never met her at a show before. Taking the apron she held out to me, I slipped the strap over my head, wanting to make her happy. The front of the maid style apron went all the way around my scrawny waist, turning into a dress when I tied it shut behind me. I eyed Olivia’s shapely hips and tried not to sigh, wishing mine looked like hers.

Is cosplay still the right term if, uh . . . Olivia grinned, turning a little pink.

Ohhh, does she wear nothing under these? I asked. Olivia giggled again. Still cosplay even if it’s for sexy reasons. Looking at the boxes, I rolled up my sleeves and got to it.

***

Hearing a knock at the door, I put down the stack of books I was checking for defects. Before I could ask Olivia if she was expecting someone, the door swung open. A swirl of white satin filled the doorway. A woman in her late forties strode in, wearing a chic white dress and a killer set of silver high heels so tall that I would break my neck in them.

I heard the new book arrived, she said, shoving money into my hand. She walked past me, hips wriggling in excitement. I need to know how it ends.

I laughed. Hello Sana.

Olivia rose, greeting her girlfriend with a kiss. Did you leave work the moment I texted you?

Yes. Gimme! Before either of us could hand her a copy, she spotted the two we’d laid on top of a box because they had dents in the top corner.

Those are smushed on the top, let me grab you a better copy, I said.

Pfffft, it’s fine. Grabbing one, Sana tucked it under her arm. "Sorry I can’t stay to help. We’re behind at work, and the deadline is almost