Title: Three Sisters, Two Houseguests and a Man of Many Talents

Author: Crimsonsenya & Romi

Rating: R

Pairing: Marton/Loll; V/O & just a little V/Romi + O/Ki,

Genre: fairytale

Warnings: some sex implied of both f/m & m/m variety, Mary Sues

Summary: Back to St. Marysue… Another birthday party…

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Marton was the studliest stud living in the small, but beautiful Island of St. Marysue. He was a fisherman, and he sold more fish than anyone else, as all the ladies came to him for lobster and services. Marton was the greatest womaniser around, and he knew he could wrap anyone around his finger –or almost anyone. He was the most envied man in the Island; but Marton had set his aims high, and for some time now, he had been attempting to seduce one beguiling Loll, who lived further away from the town of Lotrips with her two, equally mysterious sisters. See, as Marton was a hunter to whom the ladies succumbed, he didn’t like easy prey…

The Three Sisters didn’t live alone anymore, but they had two, more or less permanent, houseguests, Viggo & Orli. For a while, Marton was somewhat worried about his biggest stud status, because Viggo sported such a great moustache that it made the facial hair of the rest of the island’s male population pale beside it. However, to hear news about Loll (and news on whether Viggo had won her… heart or not), he started to bribe Viggo with Cuban cigars in the local bar.

On one such occasion Marton leaned over to Viggo, who sat across him at the table, to interrogate him about Loll.

"Has she… Have you… Have you two…" Marton growled like an old car engine. He couldn't bring himself to ask straight out. At this point, Viggo’s interest had been caught by the delicious tequila, the nice, fat cigar, and the Bossa Nova playing in the restaurant, therefore, he let Marton growl and didn't listen to the man very carefully, not until Marton finally asked, "Have you courted that fine woman?" Viggo woke up from his reverie immediately and tilted his head towards Marton. He put the cigar down in an ashtray and muttered,

"Well..." Marton drew a nervous breath and leaned even closer. "We don't speak so much to the outsiders of what’s going on in our house," Viggo went on and took a long sip of his tequila, "but I can tell you she’s one hell of a female. Her temper could scare any man out of his wits, but the heat in her makes her almost irresistible."

Marton shifted uneasily in his comfortable bar chair. Loll appeared only more desirable after Viggo had described her.

"She knows what she wants…" Viggo concluded. "No man can tame her, but he who tries will surely have the ride of his lifetime. Bartender! Where’s the bottle? I need a refill."

Marton bit his lip, wanting to ask Viggo more about Loll. It seemed improbable that the handsome Viggo –living so close to Loll–, a man with such a sturdy body and strong tongue, would not have bedded this wonderful woman. And Viggo seemed to know more than Marton would have liked to hear...

Marton cleared his throat. But before he could say anything, a slim young man approached them with the very bottle of tequila in his hand. Marton was not drawn to his own sex –not by far–, but this piece of tanned-skin human boy, with bare, brown feet, swaying hips and unruly dark curls, crowning a fantastic, almost pretty face, nearly balled him over.

"You looking for this?" the young man said with a dark voice in Viggo's direction; he apparently didn't see Marton. For some reason, Marton didn't think the boy’s voice was normally that low. When the slim arm reached between Marton and Viggo, hand slamming the bottle on the wooden bar desk, Marton caught a scent of musk and jasmine that made his head spin. He realized that this was Orlando, the other man inhabiting the three sisters' household.

"Hey, hey, hey," Viggo said and Marton was surprised over the soothing tone in his voice. The next moment his surprise rose even more. Viggo caught the departing young man around the waist, and his muscular, darkly tanned arm was a striking sight against the slim stomach, dressed in a pale yellow sweater, designed like a… cardigan with a shirt under it.

"Why the hurry, sugar? You think daddy has had a few too many drinks?"

These words from Viggo, so blatantly inviting, made Orlando stop, and right before Marton's eyes, he changed from a sulking, angry opponent to a piece of hot wax that melted against Viggo's body on the bar stool. His mouth pouted; on his sculpted upper lip was a thin layer of sweat from the heat in the room that the poor fan in the ceiling couldn't battle.

"Why are you talking to the fisherman?" he asked, almost like a whisper. Viggo smiled at him; it was a self-confident, happy smile, and suddenly, Marton knew the answer to the question of whether Viggo had courted Loll or not. He hadn't. There was only one person Viggo was courting, and he was standing in front of Marton, pouting not only his lips, but also his small yet rounded behind, clad in thread-torn jeans shorts that hung so low they left a patch of the tanned skin on the back bare.

Marton stared at the manly arm holding the thin hips, the skin of the arm atop the downy brown skin on the young man’s back.

“Perhaps…” Marton said, but his words got stuck in his throat when Viggo pressed his mouth, moustache and all, against Orlando's forehead.

"This fisherman and I are talking about our Loll," Viggo said.

Orlando did not move an inch off Viggo's body, but he wrought his face around and looked smugly at Marton, brow still kissed by a now rather drunk and careless Viggo.

"Aha…" he said slowly. "You are interested in my best big sister…"

For some reason, this gave Marton cold sweats and an even greater determination to get the lady. He didn't reply to the cheeky young man though; he just disguised a sneer into a smile.

"Nice to see you too, Orlando."

Marton was quite pissed off, and from then on, he secretly called Orlando “The Little Sister". Even if he knew he was being peevish, the nickname made him chuckle every time. Still, no matter what, he never forgot the image of Viggo's arm around Orlando's waist, and the possessive, very assured look in Viggo's eyes, matched with such a self-confident desire by Orlando.

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Loll usually did the shopping for the sisters. Every Monday, when Loll arrived to town to buy groceries, Marton took care he was polished and groomed to look at his best He had all the intentions to speak out and ask Loll for a stroll on the moonlit beach, but Loll never seemed to be without company. Yet, whenever Loll passed by Marton, she flashed him a dazzling smile, which made him want to try harder. Once, he had decided to approach her come hell or high water, as she had been picking up avocados in the market place with Orli. When the shameless brat had spotted Marton’s advances, Orli had smirked to him and slapped Loll’s sarong-clad backside, which had drawn Loll’s attention, and Marton had had to back off for the time being.

Therefore, Marton had to recur to other tactics, such as spying behind the palm trees around the Sisters’ cabin. There he noticed a potential rival to Loll’s affections –Craig, the milkman! Every morning when Craig delivered the milk, butter and yoghurts, instead of leaving them outside the door as every decent milkman should, he rang the doorbell and handed out the products straight to Loll, blushing fiercely. That wouldn’t do at all! Marton’s topstud position was threatened, and he immediately took care of Craig by jumping on his way from behind the palm tree and looming menacingly over the other man, who was about 15 centimetres shorter than him and various inches narrower.

What more, Marton started to take his fishing boat by the beach near the Three Sisters’ cabin. It was the best spot to catch shrimps in the whole island. Obviously, the shrimps too had a good taste in women. Marton always brought a pair of binoculars with him, and then he spent the whole afternoon ogling Loll, sunbathing in her bikinis.

This was not all he saw though. He saw Ki and Orli rubbing sun lotion on each other's backs, and Orli pinching Ki's toes, while giving her foot massage. He saw Viggo and Romi deep in conversation, and Romi, bothered by the strong sun, hiding under a big white cowboy hat (that belonged to Orlando, but this was nothing Marton knew). But of course, it was Loll who was the centre of his attention, and her flat, tanned stomach seemed to invite kisses where she lay on her back on a big white towel, reading novel after novel, every once in a while hushing at Ki and Orli, whenever they giggled too loud.

Once, Marton saw something that made his heart race in his chest, and to his great shame, it even turned him on. One afternoon, Viggo and Orli spent some time alone in the water and on the sand at the water's edge. Marton couldn't believe what the binoculars told him, and he took many a mental note of what the vigorous Viggo did to Orli –with the aim of practicing it all on Loll.

"Oh, mighty Poseidon," he whispered sometimes, "where did he come up with that…?"

After six months of sneaking and spying, Marton still wasn’t any closer to his goal, getting up, close and most personal with the blond goddess of the island. Therefore, he almost couldn’t believe his luck when one fine day he was ordered a special delivery, an entire swordfish to be barbecued at Loll’s birthday party, and the fish needed to be fresh from the sea.

Marton knew this was the best chance he would ever get. He would take the fish to the cabin himself. The sun had already set, and several oriental lanterns had been lit in the garden when Marton appeared at the door, clad in his sexiest ripped jeans that spread tightly over his crotch, (because boy, he knew he had something to show off). Marton was ushered on the porch at the back of the house, and the fish was taken from him. A glass of dark, syrupy rum was put in his hand, and he had no choice but to toast for Loll’s health at least four times. The liquor burned pleasantly all the way into the stomach, and it was much stronger than anything Marton had ever drunk before, which somehow didn’t surprise him. Perhaps he should have thought twice before drinking, as the rum seemed to shoot straight to his head, feet and groin, making the world spin faster than his eyes could follow. The stuff would probably have stunned an elephant, lest an unsuspecting, almost innocent fisherman.

There were no other guests beside Marton at sight, only The Three Sisters, clad in blue, red and green, and the two men. Orlando was dressed in baggy black jeans and a very tight fitting white tank top that revealed his incredibly well sculpted upper arms and hard nipples. He greeted Marton with narrowed eyes, but by now Marton had come to understand that Orli was not hostile, just afraid Marton would threaten the balance of the household. Viggo was much more cheerful, he raised his hand and greeted Marton like a stud greets another great stud. Viggo sat on the porch with bare upper body, (well, clad in Orli's protective arms, but apart from that bare), sporting a pair of deltoids that made quite an impression on Marton. The smiling Sisters twirled around Marton, eyes glittering with fake innocence.

Viggo started to play Astor Piazzolla’s Violentango, and Marton didn’t want to miss the chance to get a dance with the woman of his most heat-inducing dreams. Loll was tall and slender, flexible and very very hot in her deeply cut cleavage and azure silk dress, and her skin felt so delightfully smooth under rough fingertips. They walked and turned, danced cheek to cheek, arms around each other, ONE two THREE four, ONE two THREE four.

Ki and Orli were dancing too. They bumped into Loll and Marton ever so often, and each of the few times Marton could tear his eyes away from the enchanting woman of his dreams, he saw Orli placing soft kisses over Ki's face. Orli whispered things to her ear, and she laughed brightly, her emerald dress swaying in the light from the moon and the lanterns. But before he knew it, Ki and Orli stopped dancing and, instead, watched Loll and Marton tango more and more hotly.

And either by magic or telekinesis, at every change of steps Marton’s clothes were removed from him to Ki’s and Orli’s awaiting hands, until the point Marton was left wearing only a pair of unbuttoned and unzipped jeans and a nicely throbbing hard-on. Loll’s fingers touched often his muscular stomach; they seemed to brush over his skin just by chance, but perhaps, Marton thought, his dream would come true that night.

The tango piece seemed to go on and on, as the night grew deeper and more velvety, the melody and rhythm flowed in the electrically charged air. Viggo wiggled his eyebrows, flirting shamelessly with Romi, who sat next to him on a white wicker lover’s seat. The rift on Romi’s scarlet dress was as wide and high as the Red River Valley, and she run her varnished toes up and down Viggo’s calf, until Orli walked over to jealously rub his now bare nipples against Viggo’s naked shoulder blades. Romi smiled at him teasingly, and Orli showed her his tongue, but then the grin became a smile, and his lips got preoccupied with Viggo's sweaty neck. Romi jerked her head and laughed. That was the moment when Marton realized Ki had disappeared –along with Marton’s clothes, even the ripped jeans.

When the tango finally ended, Marton was already laying on his back in a king-sized four-poster bed. And frankly, Marton didn’t mind at all what happened next. Under his eager hands was the luscious body of the most womanly woman of the Three Sisters and of all St. Marysue. Marton’s hands roamed up and down her strong back, and her sensuous laughter caressed his ears. When they kissed Marton was filled to the brim with love and passionate lust. He instantly came up with his own tango, and he sang it to Loll, while removing her azure dress.

Loll was the friskiest minx Marton had ever bedded, breathtakingly gorgeous, and she rode him for hours, her golden hair cascading down her back; squeezing, draining and milking out every drop of Marton’s brains, stamina and everything else. Their lovemaking was fresh as the morning dew, yet hot like lava on the sides of an erupting volcano. Marton had never experienced anything of the kind.

The next morning, he was kicked out of the bed by Loll. She said she needed to clean her house up and get the breakfast on the table before Romi and Ki came back from their morning jog. It was a gentle kick though, and Marton caught Loll's slim foot and kissed her slowly all the way up the inside of her soft-skinned leg. She smiled and, suddenly, hushed at him, putting a finger over his full lips. She nodded toward the window, and Marton blushed slightly when he heard the quiet whimper of the Littlest Sister Orli from the garden outside, but not because it would have bothered him much that Orli and Viggo were entangled in the hammock. (Loll whispered to him that normally she went with her sisters on the morning jogging round, and therefore, Viggo always took the opportunity to get Orlando out of the bed and into another steaming, vertical position somewhere around the house.) No, what bothered Marton was that, if a soft whimper could be heard this well from the garden into the master bedroom, how loudly had his groans from last night echoed around the house?

However, Loll just laughed at him, batting her long eyelashes.

"On your way," she prompted, "or can’t you come back again, can you?"

When he left the Sisters' cabin he was dressed in most of his garments from the previous night –in fact, all but his shirt. Marton had had to borrow a blue and white striped buttons down shirt with footballs printed on it that Loll had nicked from Viggo's closet. Marton's head was pounding slightly from the rum, but not as much as his lower body was pounding from the lovemaking. He praised himself lucky, promising to himself that he would deliver to the Three Sisters’ cabin another swordfish very soon.

So, before he met Loll, Marton had been the studliest stud living in the small, but beautiful Island of St. Marysue, a man of many talents. He was a fisherman and he caught more shrimp than anyone else, as he fished every day by the beach near the Three Sisters’ cabin. Marton had also been the greatest womaniser around, but after the party under the oriental lanterns he knew no one else but Loll could get him naked and on his back on the porch at the back of the house –whenever she wanted. Marton was still the most envied man on the Island, and he had been quite an easy prey.