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This year, no one has forgotten Milena’s birthday.
She can remember exactly how upset she had been during her earliest days in the keep, when she had realised that none of her family had made mention of it in any of their letters, let alone sent any gifts. She also remembers the way her chest had ached when her dear, wonderful, crude husband had presented her with new embroidery thread that he had dyed himself. How she had almost cried at his kindness.
And this year she has more than just her Wolf – she has her Cat, too.
She’s barely even woken up, surrounded by a purring animal and a snoring wolfblood, but as her eyes open she spots her flame haired wonder looking at their bed in awe, like he can’t even believe that he is so lucky. Wait-
“Lambert, beloved – are those strawberry tarts? I thought they weren’t in season just yet!”
“Started producing fruit a week ago, so I made sure to get the first bunch they brought in.”
“Oh Lambert, you absolutely did not need to do that!”
“Last year, your birthday was a fucking mess. Let our Cat and me spoil you a bit.”
A sleep-husky voice sounded from next to her, “He’s right, cath fach. And you know what he’s like – when he has his mind set to something, he does it, don’t you cariad?”
“Too fuckin’ right. So we are going to eat strawberry tarts in bed before Sleeping Beauty and I-” he ducks to avoid a cushion thrown at his head, “have to go down and train.”
Well, she can’t very well argue with that, can she?
***
It seems Lambert is not the only one who has made an effort for her birthday. As much as the wolfblood never seem to mark birthdays – most are too old to remember theirs, and the day they took the draught is not exactly a pleasant occasion to remind themselves of – the humans do.
She goes down to the baths after her luxurious breakfast in bed where she finds Zofia and Julita talking.
“There’s our birthday girl! Come on, hurry up and get in – we’ve got something for you.”
Milena gets in as quickly as she can, and is quickly presented with some new soaps. They smell of roses, and pine, and somehow of amber, which all remind her of-
“Did you get Triss to make me soaps that smell like Lambert and Aiden?”
“You already smell of them all the time anyway, and this way they might not act like elk in rut every time you smell of something other than them!”
She hugs her adopted sisters fiercely – her qualms about nudity well and truly forgotten after so long living here – and works very hard to not let the lump at the back of her throat dissolve into happy tears.
***
It’s not just her adopted sisters and lovers who make an effort, either.
Her dear sister has sent a book from a bookseller in Tretogor about some new types of embroidery which she absolutely cannot wait to read through, as well as a lovely note updating her on her life as Queen, as wife, and, more recently, as a mother. Milena is so happy for Marika that she feels like she could burst.
Eskel gives her a hug and a spin when she arrives to work in his study, filling her in on Catastrophe’s new love of attacking his and Geralt’s feet at night, and she cannot help but laugh at the way chagrin and amusement mix on his face.
She starts going through the piles of paper when she finds a package wrapped in inconspicuous brown parchment and tied with some plain twine. She’s about to ask Eskel what it is when he says, ‘happy birthday, little sister,” from right behind her. She’s long past squeaking when they wolfblood sneak up behind her, but she does pull the twine a little harder than she means to. Eskel snorts behind her, having heard her heart speed up a little.
Inside she finds a few yards of beautifully spun fabric – it must be from Temeria, judging from the way the colour shifts slightly depending on how the light catches it. The fabric is blue and green and beautiful. There must be enough for her to make a dress there, and she immediately throws her arms around Eskel, murmuring her thanks into his ribs. He laughs, and the way his chest rumbles makes her feel so wonderful, and he drops a kiss into her hair.
When she heads to dinner, Dragonfly, Leocadie, Auckes and Zia all pass on their felicitations, and as she sits down, Lambert and Aiden flanking her as always, she looks over to Geralt, who mouths his best wishes at her.
She tries to think about how scared she was when she first got here, and compares that fear to the warm glow she feels as the Wolflord gives her one of his genuine and tiny smiles.
None of these people are her blood, and yet this is the most loved and wanted she has ever felt on this day.
Her father never made much of a big deal of birthdays, and Marta often took the chance to pick on her. Only her mother and Marika had made an effort, ensuring her favourite cakes were made for the occasion, or that she had plenty of thread or books.
Today is dancing with Aiden and Lambert, and they seem to take extra joy in swinging her around until she laughs, and then kissing her until her lips and cheeks are bright pink. The pair have got together and provided her with some new hairpins (deadly sharp, as always, but these ones have what look to be sapphires on them) and a set of beautifully ornate daggers (which happen to match the hairpins), and Milena is just so happy that she could cry – she refuses to, though. Lambert might panic.
***
However, her favourite part of the day begins after dinner – which is as delicious as usual, the meats and potatoes spiced to perfection – when she is carried up the stairs by Aiden while Lambert steals kisses from the pair of them as they ascend, all of them collapsing in front of the fire. They are a pile of limbs and cloth and leather, and Lambert hurries to strip off not only his shirt, but Aiden’s as well, before unlacing the first three layers of Milena’s clothes with a practised finesse.
“Bed, right fucking now,” he growls, lifting her quickly and moving at near full speed to deposit her on the bed, making her giggle. She still cannot believe she is lucky enough to have not just a husband she loves, but a lover-in-law who they both adore equally, even after a year together.
Speaking of said lover-in-law, Aiden is taking his time pulling off her stockings, kissing along every part of her thigh and calf as they are revealed, which only serves to fuel all of their arousal. Once one of them begins to smell of lust, they all do. She might not be able to smell it, but she knows her two boys can.
Before long the two wolfblood, her Cat and her Wolf, are stood solely in their small clothes, which are clearly suffering under some stress, with Milena wearing a rather sheer underdress as she sprawls on the bed, the two men staring at her with pupils blown wide.
She feels as though she may as well be a goddess herself, the way they worship her.
Lambert ruches her dress up, hands skimming over her breasts as he pulls it over her head. He kisses her again, deep and filthy, before she grabs him by his flaming locks and pushes his head down, much to the delight of Aiden, who guffaws loudly.
“Can’t blame a girl for knowing what she wants, cariad. We both know how good you are with your mouth.”
As if on cue, Lambert licks into her, tongue running over her pearl as he pulls her legs onto his shoulders, and all Milena can do is feel as he steadily builds her pleasure. It takes almost no time for her to get close to her peak, but suddenly Aiden closes his mouth over her nipples, catapulting her into a cascade of pleasure.
Lambert pulls his mouth off of her and winks, before he gently begins to ease a finger into her cunny. Soon the fire in her grows again, and he eases a second in, drawing rather loud moans from her. Aiden resumes paying attention to her breasts, switching between sucking bruises into the skin and gently nibbling on her nipples, and in barely any time at all she finds herself peaking for a second time.
She knows that the noises she makes are needy, so it’s not long before Aiden, her wonderful darling, is easing his prick into her, filling her in just the right way. He flips her onto her front without even pulling out, before he manoeuvres her into a positions that allows Lambert to get his mouth on her again. This time her orgasm comes on slower, as Lambert licks her pearl and Aiden thrusts into her gently, but as she comes, so does Aiden, spilling into her as she clenches around his prick.
She’s spent now, three peaks in such a short period of time leaving her overly sensitive, but Aiden decides that he wants to suck on Lambert, and so sinks his mouth down onto him while Lambert swears in six different languages, barely taking time to breathe between each word, hands spasming in his dark hair.
Milena thinks that they are so very beautiful together like this, and she loves the chance to see Lambert experience pleasure from this angle. She can see the way his muscles tense under his skin and how he moans thanks to Aiden’s ministrations. He soon peaks as well, but then Aiden is grabbing oil, slicking his fingers, and easing them into himself, one at a time. Lambert is quickly hard again, thanks to wolfblood stamina, but uses his mouth on their Cat, whose eyes flutter shut as he lets out a filthy moan.
Thank Melitele that there are no other rooms particularly close to theirs.
Aiden has gotten three fingers into himself when Lambert lays him down on his back next to Milena, who nibbles at his earlobe and runs her hand over his chest while Lambert slowly eases his prick into him.
“Fuck Aiden, you always feel so fucking good.”
“Lambert, my dear cariad, less talking, more fucking please.”
Milena decides this is the ideal moment to say, “Yes Lambert, do fuck our dear Cat,” pulling moans from both of her lovers, before Lambert begins snapping his hips in earnest, pressing a kiss to Milena as he fucks Aiden. They quickly reach their peaks, Lambert thrusting at a punishing pace and making Aiden moan loud enough that she suspects that the entire keep knows what they’ve been up to, but he looks so very , with his jaw slackened and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, that Milena cannot bring herself to care.
Once he regains control of his limbs, Lambert grabs a cloth, making sure to wipe down both of his lovers before pulling the covers over them, Milena’s head on his right shoulder and Aiden’s on his left. They take advantage of their position, kissing chastely as Aiden winds his fingers into her curls.
“This has been, by far, the best birthday I have ever head. Thank you so very much, my loves.”
“’s alright, cath fach. We wanted to. Besides, you make and do so many things for us we wanted an excuse to spoil you.”
“Yeah, what he said. You always do nice things for everyone here, so we wanted to make a fuss of you for once.”
“And besides, now we’re in competition with ourselves. Got to make sure we do better next year, and the year after that, and the year after that....”
“In that case, I am going to assign you pair a day each where we other two can spoil the other.” This gives her the pleasure of watching Lambert’s ears turn bright red.
“Milena, you are always full of so many good ideas. You know, I’ve always thought Lambert should’ve been an autumn baby.”
“Shut the fuck up, kitty, or I’ll make sure we celebrate you at the height of fucking winter!”
Aiden hates the cold, complaining that since he returned to the keep, it makes his face ache, so and Milena can almost feel the heat coming off of his face as he, too, reddens.
“Fine, fine – we can talk about this tomorrow. Milena, please tell us if you have any good ideas for Lambert Day or Aiden Day.”
“Oh trust me, I shall. I have so many good ones already.”
Curled up with her two wolfblood and Bluebell, Milena sees out the last of her favourite birthday yet. And can hardly wait to see how they would outdo themselves next year.