AUTHOR: Laura Tolomei
SERIES: Virtus Saga Book 8
FACEBOOK PAGE: Virtus THE Saga
GENRE: Erotica, Gay LGBT, BDSM, Ménage à Trois/Quatre, Multiple Partners, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Series, m/m, m/m/f
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
RELEASED: 1 October 2014
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER: Angela Waters
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The book that ends it all—the fight, the unbalances, the uncertainties, the denial, the incomprehension—and begins everything anew: life, love, sex, passion and the future of their world forever assured! Be sure to catch the explosive conclusion of the hottest dark fantasy series on the web!
The secret of the Virtus Saga? Lord Christopher Templeton and his struggle to accept both lovers as part of himself! Prince Duncan Caldwell who is his kindred spirit and opposite as light is to darkness, and Lady Ylianor Templeton who is his bloody passion and his other opposite as fire is to water.
“The demon side gives you the strength to be a better angel. It’s also the source of your intoxicating fire, the very foundation of your Virt.” Duncan Caldwell
The secret of the Virtus Saga? Us is sex! Don’t miss the explosive ending of the darkest erotic fantasy series ever!
To end it all like they were meant to from the start
When Lord Christopher Templeton has to enter Cecilia Hurst’s Game of Masters and Slaves, he already knows he has to prove himself to the man he has adored since the age of reason, Prince Duncan Caldwell. And he can do it only with her, Lady Ylianor Templeton, his bewitching mate and the only woman who can make his two separate halves reunite. Angel or Demon? No, not a question. He is Angel and Demon! Two faces. One incredibly gorgeous man! And only two people can switch him one way or the other. The past in his power. The present in his lust. The future in his temper. Because he is The Lord, and his Game will be unlike any his people have ever seen.
Such is the final setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is what it seems. Not since soul-mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled, until that fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever.
This book picks up right where The Princess, Book 7, leaves off and ends the fight, the unbalance and the denial only to begin anew love, passion and torrid sex. It’s a unique connection, laced with jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. This is not just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that must overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet if they want to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! To share power and love in equal measures. This is their real challenge, the lesson they must learn. Otherwise, how will their world survive?
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FROM THE PRINCESS Ylianor + Jeff (stables 140)
“Robin and I both had phases, but they were nothing like theirs…” Jeff frowned as though deep in memory. “No one could come between them, and you can ask Carl Strepton for confirmation.”
Yeah, good old Carl. No, she had not forgotten him, either.
“Carl tried separating them without success. They were as thick and tight as if they were one and understood each other even without words, like they had their own language or something. I’ve never seen anything like it, but it didn’t feel right then or much less now. Today that one is the leader and the other is pledged to you.”
No, Jeff just could not get it.
“And the leader reaffirming their love in such a public and dramatic way then nominating him as co-leader no less…makes me wonder where you fit in all this.”
Chris’s musings (443)
Sprawled next to Ylianor was Prince Duncan Caldwell, Leader of the High Council and Chris’s phase mate.
How have I managed to capture the attention and the heart of the most gorgeous and powerful man alive?
Chris still wondered at times, also now that he could not help noticing how incredibly similar Duncan appeared to Ylianor, a resemblance Chris knew for a fact had nothing to do with any blood relation. The leader and the woman Duncan loved to call his princess had different parents, so shared no single drop of blood. Fact remained they looked like twins. Same dark complexion. Same lustrously heavy strands of long raven-black hair—to the shoulders for the prince, to the ass for Ylianor. Same way of moving. People had called it witchcraft back in the days before Prince Caldwell had restored Virts to their rightful importance. But in Chris’s opinion, people had not been too far from the truth, which involved evil Virtus switching energy around until Ylianor, born Meyer, came out looking like a Caldwell. Evil Virtus’s plan had been to create havoc and destabilize Computer Virtus’s smooth mechanism of transforming people’s violent impulses into sexual ones. When it turned out evil Virtus was in fact the embodiment of Duncan, Ylianor and Chris’s connection, things had taken a whole new sense and led them to the most unconventional pledge, not to mention the indescribable heat that inevitably followed.
As the stunning features filled his eyes and heart, Chris was thrown back in time, back to his eight-year old self, to the moment he had first seen his kindred spirit. Same day he had seen Ylianor, too. The striking prince had been the distraction that had saved his pledge mate’s hide and started the most incredible love of his life, as passionately flaming hot today as it had been thirteen years before.
To be honest, not all of it had been about the sex. Well, had it been up to Chris, it would have. Instead, he had to wait for Duncan to come round to the phase, the time when adolescents discovered sex with a friend of the same age and gender.
So what if Chris was not exactly the same age as Duncan? If he was two years his junior?
He had marked the prince as his from day one, doing all he could to seduce him and seal their fates together.
Then there had been that unfortunate incident about their two-year separation, when Duncan thought the phase had overgrown its usefulness, and that it was time for him to experience women, which he had until he had found the perfect one…for both of them.
Horse lovers excerpt (579 foaling)
It was so soft Chris hoped it was part of his dream, though why should she be in it?
He was sure he was alone with Duncan, sucking his wonderful cock—
This time, a vigorous jerk followed the word.
“Please wake up.” Then she faltered, out of breath as if she had run half a mile in half a second.
“Sleeping beauty, what is it?” More than the shake, the urgency in her voice convinced him to open his eyes and be immediately alert.
“It’s Starlet.” She looked so distressed and frightened he could not help sitting on the bed to comfort her with a tight embrace. “She’s started labor, but something is terribly wrong. She’s in so much pain and…” She buried her head in his chest. “She needs help, and I don’t know who else to ask.”
Lucky me! “Hush, sleeping beauty.” That’s all I needed. “And don’t worry.” To be the official horse healer. “I’ll help you.” Careful to keep his thoughts to himself, he looked on the floor, trying to locate his pants. “Now calm yourself—”
“Here.” With a trembling hand, she held up the very thing he was searching for.
“Thanks.” As always, she was one-step ahead of him.
Not easy in this case.
He remembered stumbling in the room very late at night, undressing on the stairs, then falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, right after his day out in the country with the prince alone.
“What time is it?” To clear his head, he glanced out the window where it was pitch dark.
“It’s two in the morning.” She handed him a shirt and shoes to go along with the pants he had already worn.
Fuck! He could not have been asleep for more than two hours. “Come on.” Still, he dressed quickly, determined to help her and her horse no matter what. “Let’s go.” Realizing right there and then he loved her too much to let her down. Ever.
“Where are you going, Angel?” More than a question, a groan from the man who had been sleeping as hard as he had just a second before.
“It’s nothing, lover.” Turning around, Chris kissed him softly. “I’ll take care of it.”
What had been abundantly clear on their day out together was that the leader needed rest. Everything that had happened since their pledge had contributed to a tense state Chris had not liked at all nor induced him now to talk. The way the prince loved her and horses in general, he would never agree to remain in the place he most needed to be—the bed. And not for the reason Chris liked best.
Glancing sideway at Ylianor, he was glad to see she agreed with him and would keep her mouth shut on purpose.
But it would evidently take better deceivers than either of them to fool Prince Caldwell.
Leaning up on an elbow, he peered at her. “What’s wrong?” And of course, he could not miss how agitated she was.
“It’s…” Ylianor looked apologetic to Chris, who had no choice except give her a silent go ahead with a nod. “It’s Starlet. She’s—”
“She’s foaling!” More alert than Chris himself, Duncan jumped off the bed, already fishing for his pants. “And something isn’t right?” He had it all figured out.
“I…think so.” Ylianor helped him by retrieving both trousers and shirt.
“Now tell me everything from the start.”
Ylianor steals the show (636)
“No, not her.” Repressing a chuckle, Duncan’s black eyes gleamed in amusement. “My other sister, Elizabeth, who has gone to Lord Robin Macy’s home to plan her upcoming pledge.” Then, as if on second thought, he found it indispensable to add, “Ylianor is Lord Templeton’s pledge and lives mostly at the Hall. But Black Rose is her native home, so she spends as much time as she can here, when council duties leave her some free time.”
Gee, lover, you didn’t have to go into all the specifics.
Why not? This time, Prince Caldwell did not bother hiding his chortle. It’ll certainly ease Farrell’s decision about taking the job.
Whose fucking side are you on? As soon as it came to him, Chris blocked it, hoping none of the two had picked it up.
“So you’ll be here from time to time.” Like the leader had remarked, the mere idea seemed to improve Farrell’s disposition toward the job offer.
“I’ll be here every chance I get.” Her expression was so smug Chris wished he could wipe it out. “Like yours, my father was the stable keeper here until he died.” Her lips curved maliciously. “And he’s taught me a host of things about his wonderful job, which I’d like to share with you.”
Is this how you plan to hook him, lover? Sarcasm was his only weapon.
“Particularly now that I have a new foal.” That she had gone for the kill was unequivocal, given the excited glint blazing in the dark blue eyes and the iron clamp she tightened on the man’s thigh at the prospect of sharing pointers no doubt.
If that’s what it takes to keep him here, sure. Gaze flicking on the position of her hand, the prince was undoubtedly enjoying himself at Chris’s expenses. Why not?
‘Cause it’s not fucking fair! Another thing he had to swallow down without giving it voice.
“I’d love to.” Farrell was quick to curl his palm over her hand. Then his gaze swung to Duncan. “What about Lady Hurst?” In spite of everything, bafflement clouded the young man’s eyes.
“I’ll talk to her, and I’m sure there won’t be any problem.”
“You don’t have to worry about a thing.” The mere thought of either of the two opposing Duncan’s request was simply ridiculous to anyone who knew how thing stood between them. “I don’t expect any problems from either one.”
“Then will you stay?” Full of anticipation, the green eyes locked in the dark blue ones.
“It’ll be an honor.” He lingered on sleeping beauty just a tad more than he was required. “And a privilege, Leader, to serve you.” He bowed to Prince Caldwell, deferential yet not submissive.
“Wonderful!” Happy as a child, Ylianor clapped her hands and got up. “If you don’t mind, Leader, I’ll show him around.” Tugging on Farrell’s hand, she made him stand up as well. “I want to introduce him to the horses and also show him his quarters, the room above the stables.”
Since when is she deciding things here at Black Rose? Chris could not control himself.
Since it’s evident she wants to be alone with him. “Sure, Princess, go right ahead.” Or would you rather do the honors?
Before Chris had the chance to reply, Ylianor was whisking Farrell away as if to avoid such possibility. “Oh, and…” Midway, she stopped and spun around to fix him alone. “Lord Templeton, be a dear and don’t wait up for me.” She cocked her head in Farrell’s direction. I think I’m going to have my hands full for a while. “All right?” Whirling back, she opened the door and stepped out of the office, the young man at her heels. And probably something else, too. Then she sped out the room, closing the door behind her.
Chris and Duncan at the Game (445 strong demon)
“And if you just stopped relating to her as though she has to piss you off in order to turn you on, maybe you’d go a lot further in improving things for yourself.” He searched the angel’s face. “Or aren’t you tired of drawing comparisons between me and her?”
“Drawing comparisons?” Defiant, Chris challenged, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“About the way you’ve been acting since you admitted you loved her.” Hardly fooled, Prince Caldwell did not ease the pressure on his chest.
“So what if I am?” Chris knew it himself. “If you don’t mind, I have one great love in my life, and I’d like for it to stay that way.”
“Like I said before, Angel, it’s got nothing to do with love, all to do with relationship.” His tone softened, “Do you think I’m offended ‘cause you play more games with her than you ever will with me? Do you think I’m jealous ‘cause you express your craving for her in a way you never will with me?”
“No, but…” Chris hung his head.
And the leader felt the lump lodged somewhere between his lover’s throat and chest, pushing to break free.
“It doesn’t feel right.” There, he had said it and looked anguished about it. “It feels like I’m betraying you—”
“The only way you’d betray me is if you deny who you are the way you’re doing with her lately.” A finger under his chin, Prince Caldwell tilted up his beautiful face. “You never used anger against me, except when I enforced an unjustifiable emotional or physical distance between us. With her, anger and conniving are the basics of your relationship.” He took a deep breath. “This is just one of the many examples I could use to show you how different the princess and I are, and how differently you relate to each of us. But this is not the point.” Wanting Chris’s full attention, he pushed the blond head up, leaning it against the wall. “What’s important is that you stop asking yourself if one way is better than the other. It’s time you accept both as part of you and part of us. The more you are yourself with her, the closer we’ll be as three, so quit fighting your instincts and let yourself go.”
As his gaze traveled on the angel, Duncan could not help his stomach caving in at the seductiveness he gave off simply by fitting his body to the prince’s.
“With all the tasks waiting for us in the future, I need a strong angel by my side, while she—believe it or not—needs a strong demon by hers.”
At the Game (614)
“Lord Templeton, please give the slave to my servant.”
No way! Thanks the gods, he kept it as a thought. “I’m not sure you can take proper care of her.”
“Then she’s really ill.” Lady Hurst’s conclusion seemed inevitable.
“Well…” Chris looked to him for support. “Let’s say she’d be better off with us.”
Demon, I’m not that bad off, really. Ylianor’s soft voice testified she was already recovering part of her strength. I can handle it—
Shut up, sleeping beauty. There was so much tenderness in his rebuff that the prince’s heart skipped several beats. I’m the healer here, remember?
“I’m sorry, Lord Templeton.” Getting upset, Cecilia’s tone became stern, “I can’t allow it. I said it before you entered the Game. Now, if she’s not dying or anything—”
“Ceci, it’s not a matter of dying.” Prince Caldwell raised his voice to cool off everyone’s temper, “Simply a matter of her energy fluttering.” Would you accept a compromise, Angel?
What sort of compromise?
“Then you’ll have no objection if we take care of her.” Her lips curved in an ironic snarl. “Or don’t you trust me, Lord Templeton? Perhaps you think I’m in the habit of killing off the slaves that I admit to the Game, under my personal protection—”
“Forgive me, Lady Hurst, but you haven’t been exactly one of my mate’s champions at the Hall,” Chris retorted.
“Here it’s different.”
The fuck it is! The blue-gray eyes flashed dangerously. Lover, don’t let her have sleeping beauty. You know how Cecilia hates her. How she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about her—
But David does. “There’s no need to get flared up over this.” Would you feel better if we entrusted her to him, leaving Ceci out of it?
At first, the angel tightened his hold on Ylianor. Then, as though realizing he could not fight it much longer, he nodded in agreement.
“I apologize that we’re placing you in such difficult position, Ceci.” Duncan bowed. “Believe me it wasn’t my intention.”
“Darling, it’s really nothing—”
“Please, let me finish.” Holding up a hand, he blocked her protests. “I’m also aware that you can’t possibly look after my slave with all the many things I’m sure your duties as hostess and Game Master require. And since I don’t want to break any rules, I ask you that David look after her until such time as she’s fully recovered.”
“David?” Shocked, Cecilia took a step back. “But he isn’t even part of the Game—”
“I’m sure he won’t mind.” He made it sound very persuasive.
“Plus, he has a million things to do already—”
“I’m sure he’ll find time for my slave.”
“Either he takes care of her, or I’ll take her to my room now.” He had been patient enough. “And disregard your rules.” At this point, it had become a non-negotiable condition, especially since the angel heated up at every one of Ceci’s silly objections.
“All right, all right.” Defeated, Cecilia whirled to her servant. “Take her to David’s room immediately, then go find him wherever he is and tell him about this new…complication.”
“And see that she gets to eat on the double,” Duncan added.
“Yes, please do.” Wearily, Cecilia nodded.
“Yes, Mistress.” Again, the man extended his arms to Chris.
For all response, the angel crushed Ylianor against him, his mouth pressing on her lips in a slow, sweet kiss that moved Duncan beyond words.
If you need anything, anything at all, just call. Managing to break off the exchange, Chris caressed her very pale face. Then reluctantly, he handed her over.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Leader?”
Duncan and Cecilia at Game (427)
“Darling, oh, darling.” Rushing forward, Cecilia literally threw herself on the leader. “That was the most fabulous show I’ve ever seen. Your Lord Templeton was so…” As words failed her, she frowned to retrieve new ones. “Commanding and masterful. No one could take their eyes off him.” Settling on the couch, where he had not invited her, she pressed closer to him. “He practically hypnotized attention and submitted the men as much as the women at a single glance. Dominated all of them completely. By the gods! When did he learn to do it?” Frankly puzzled, she brushed back her hair. “I know what happened at the Hall, how women can’t stop talking about him, but I never believed he could be such a turn-on.” She paused to breathe. “And that thing about you wanting to change slave, is it really so?”
“Just part of the act.” No way would I ever change the princess with anybody else. Though he had to admit he had been impressed with the way Chris had twisted a few of his words during the night they had spent with Amber.
“Really?” She blushed deeply. “He said it like he meant it, and every woman in the chamber wished the two of you would pick her, also if it meant getting his cruel side, too.” Glancing around, she made eye contact with the few she had obviously talked to. “Which for being an act, was also very convincing.”
Because it was anything but. “That’s the angel for you.” Prince Caldwell chuckled. “Leave it to him to say and do the most vicious things and make it look like the hottest thing around.”
“Yeah, hot.” Cecilia rolled her tongue as though testing the word inside her mouth. “That’s the word. But they’ll be back, right?” Concerned, she checked the place carefully. “You didn’t whisk them off to somewhere they can’t return from, right, darling?”
“Relax, Ceci.” He smiled confidently. “They’re in my room, and they’ll be back soon.”
“It won’t be soon enough.” Lady Hurst rose. “People have been nagging me about wanting either or both, and I don’t even know when they’ll be back.”
“Shouldn’t they be asking me for them?”
“Yes, of course, only some are so much in awe of you they’d rather go through me.”
“Then tell them I won’t accept it.” He made it a point to be stern. “They belong to me.” And he was just beginning to understand how true this was. “So I’m the only one who can decide what they do or don’t do.”
M/M (552 Us is Sex excerpt)
“As for you, lover…” Without giving him the time to recover from the shock of lusting after her, Chris pushed him back until he fell on the couch. “I’ll take care of all your needs.” Parting Duncan’s legs, he knelt between them. “Don’t worry.”
“No, Angel, you must be as exhausted as she is—”
“Never if it means having sex with you.” He palmed the strain in the prince’s groin.
“Really, it’s not necessary.” Now that he had the chance to concentrate on him, Duncan noticed the worn lines under the arresting blue-gray eyes, feeling suddenly guilty his body had decided to become so greedy, so uncaringly.
“The fuck it is!” The pressure increased.
Duncan’s cock practically leaped inside Chris’s hands.
“You were about to jump on sleeping beauty, after having babied her the whole night for being so drained, and you’ve never taken advantage of her when she was so defenseless or tired, having sex when you know damn well she can’t sustain the energy play.” His voice softened, “Listen, lover, I totally get what you’ve been doing out there tonight.”
“You, too?” Already his princess had surprised the heck out of him by saying in a few words what it had taken him a whole night to understand.
“Yeah, it wasn’t hard to figure out you wanted to feel what Virtus usually feels, and you achieved it perfectly.” Lazily, he toyed with the latch on Prince Caldwell’s pants. “You directed the sex flow in that chamber, using me and sleeping beauty to bounce back to you all the energy we moved, which made you more powerful, hence increased our power of attraction and the amount of energy we collected and sent back to you.” One latch came undone.
Duncan’s stomach caved in from the anticipation.
“So now you know how Virtus managed to grow out of his programming, like you wondered when you were inside the core. The only way to do it was to deny yourself the very thing that makes Virtus so strong.” Then the second latch came loose. “But now you’re with us.” The third one also untied and the way was clear. “And us is sex, like I already told you.”
At Chris’s firm grasp of the thickness inside his pants, Duncan almost gasped.
“Sex is what defines us. What has always defined us. It is the reason we have powers. The reason these powers are growing faster than Virtus’s own.” The blue-gray gaze slipped to the prince’s crotch and to the cock he was popping out. “How else would you explain that trick sleeping beauty pulled during your mother’s funeral?” The gaze leveled back to his, while the hand started a rhythmical jerk that was already bringing his juice upward faster than Duncan could control it. “So you can play Virtus all you want. You can be the leader who chooses to have sex or not. I don’t care. But at the end of the day, when you close the door and leave the world behind, you are ours.”
At Chris’s strong possessive undertone, Duncan’s shaft flicked in blatant agreement.
“And ours means your cock belongs to us.” Then Chris bent over the blunt head twitching impatiently.
When the hot mouth wrapped around his erection, for Prince Caldwell it was the end of rationality.
Fuck, Angel, it wasn’t enough. Duncan had barely gulped down the last of Chris’s fluid when he rolled off. We’re still as hard as when we started.
I told you I needed sleeping beauty’s ass. Gripping his erection, Chris flicked it a couple of times to test its consistency.
Which is still off limits to you, remember? Shifting position, Duncan removed the last of the sheets from Ylianor and rolled her so she would lie on her stomach.
Oh, come on, lover. Yes, he was well aware pledges were all about babies, but the prince’s concern was starting to sound exaggerated. This way it’s no fun—
You made a promise, remember? As if wanting to taunt him, the leader laid across Ylianor’s back, trapping her under his weight while spreading her buttocks apart. And I need you to stick to it.
The twitches of Chris’s cock became painful at the sight of the constricted entrance in the middle of the cleft, then agonizing when Duncan rimmed it teasingly.
Your son is too important in the balance of things. Not that it was a question of blood.
He and Duncan had talked it over when sleeping beauty had startled both of them with her crazy idea of a three-way pledge.
I can’t stress how important it is he should be the first.
It was rather a matter of passing down the Virt. And though all three of them had it in abundance, somehow the leader wanted his in particular.
‘Cause he’ll have to teach all the others.
What about your daughter? A touchy subject they should not be discussing now, but Chris would have done anything to tear his mind and eyes off the finger circling the puckered edges he so desperately wanted to possess. Isn’t she—
She’ll have other tasks. If it sounded final, there was no harshness in Prince Caldwell’s tone. You’re dying for a taste of her, aren’t you, Angel? Rather all the understanding for Chris’s extremely strained situation.
You aren’t in any better shape. No question about it, the prince’s erection had engorged way out of its earlier proportions in the short time he had been playing with Ylianor’s asshole.
Have to admit it’s irresistible. He grinned, a curve in the full lips that lit his handsome face up to his black eyes. All right, you can lick it, but that’s it.
What if I promise I’ll switch holes if you let me use it properly?
For Chris, it was the last straw. Bending, his tongue covered the entire cleft, fingers included, a luscious lap that reached also her cunt.
I swear, lover. As the fingers moved aside, Chris deepened his pampering, getting his tongue tip right where he wanted his shaft to be. I’ll pull out in time and come inside her cunt. Thrilled, he continued the wet seduction, battling against Duncan’s fingers for control over the small hole enlarged by the prince’s determined thrusts.
A moan at the back of them told him sleeping beauty was waking up.
So what do you say? Curling his tongue around Duncan’s fingers, he slid with them, trying to fit inside, too.
Another moan, this time louder, distracted the leader, who moved away and settled on his knees in front of Ylianor’s face. I’m not too convinced about it, but I want to trust you. Picking up the dark-haired head, he placed it on his lap. “Now open up, Princess, and swallow.”
“But first I need to—”
“Shut up and suck.”
At the words, Chris immediately propped up her ass, already knowing she would obey without hesitations. What else could a slave do?
When her masters commanded, she had no other choice.
He was just happy he had her ass all to himself finally, the fabulous shape thrown back and at his complete mercy. Kneeling behind her, he aimed and shoved, uncaring of how ready she was. It was the way he liked best, hard and rough. And the fact she had come to like it, too, would have surprised him, to say the least, had Chris not learned to expect anything from her.
The shove made her jump, and she would have also escaped had not the prince held her head on his beefy piece. It was so good Chris kept drilling until his balls slapped against her pussy. Having reached his limit, he settled more comfortably to ram more forcefully and reach her guts despite her clenched squeeze, his beast about to burst only with the sensations of having enlarged the cramped space to its convenience and of possessing her completely, like she were his appendage and nothing more. In addition, the sight of her head bobbing over Prince Caldwell’s monster was not helping any, so Chris slowed down for fear of not keeping his promise.
Masters, please I beg you, her soft voice filled his head, If you let me go pee, I’ll be able to give both of you much more pleasure.
“Have to pee?” Merciless, Chris slipped a hand under her belly and pressed her bladder.
Which made her jolt.
Please or I’ll do it on the bed.
“Now this sounds like a threat.”
M/M (428 at the Game)
It had to be the last thought that made his cock twitch and start to swell.
“Is that clear?”
“Crystal.” Then it was like nothing could hold Chris back.
Not in his urge to flee.
In his urge to attack Duncan’s mouth and suck down the tongue to his throat. If his shaft had tripled its size while talking, the prince had ignored it to get his point across. Now there seemed no reason to delay the inevitable any further. Not with the angel’s heat rising to fever pitch and enflaming him as well.
The one clear thing in Prince Caldwell’s mind was the need to make it fast and furious. Somehow, speed alone would give him the satisfaction he wanted from the angel. As his tongue lurched to reach his lover’s stomach, he thought of the fastest way to get what he wanted.
Drawing away from the wet cavity drowning his senses, he whirled Chris around and leaned him against the wall. The pants down to the ankles, Duncan wasted a few seconds in a couple of lavish licks to the butt hole opening up to his tongue tip’s inspection.
Fly open, demanding cock out, Prince Caldwell slammed into the liquid fire of his angel’s tight rear, soon getting lost into the hottest spot ever. Gasping, he weighed on Chris’s back, going for a deeper fit as he enlarged the cramped space. All together, it seemed, also claiming Chris’s impressive erection with a firm and very possessive grip. He loved to have his palm full of the vibrant piece, jerking to explode. And though he himself would have liked nothing better, he deliberately slowed down his pumping to make the excitement last more.
Chris groaned. Lifting up his ass and responding to every bang with a swing of his own.
The rushed pace became frantic, with Duncan reaching Chris’s guts every time he shoved to the hilt, the balls alone remaining out unfortunately. Still, he held the angel’s control stick, which he would use to his best advantage.
“You know, Angel…” Reaching Chris’s ear, Duncan’s whisper was both a provocation and an extra pressure for his ramming. “If you let me control this wonderful cock of yours during the Game, you’re not going to regret it.”
It was the last straw.
Chris burst in his hand.
“Like the rest of me, it belongs to you.”
It was Duncan’s turn to spill his very spirit inside Chris’s ass. And just in time, for the knock at the door would have spoiled their fun only seconds before.
BDSM Multiple partners (428 Chris and Ylianor’s show)
“I didn’t give you permission to come,” he breathed huskily in her ear, loud enough for everyone to hear and to cause another wave that Ylianor tried frantically to repress, without the slightest success. “And I’m not giving it now.”
This was pure incredible and potent beyond words! What was happening under Duncan’s very nose was Ylianor handing over to Chris her entire power and the angel using it to make her climax with a mere stroke, which in turn fueled her arousal and his to the feverish pitch Chris had not been able to reach with either the men or Amber’s sexual interplay.
“Have I made myself clear?”
He unfastened her gag, letting it fall around her neck. “Say it.”
“Yes, Master.” Apparently uncaring she was breaking one of Cecilia’s major rules, her strained voice, throaty and raspy, exposed her to justified punishment.
“You’re really incapable of being a good slave.” Then again, it was a no-win situation. One Chris took immediate advantage of, yanking her hair and snapping her neck backward. “Disobedient and defiant worse than anyone I’ve ever known.” Then letting go, he untied her wrists from the collar, enabling her to take her first free breath since the servants had brought her on stage. “Now let’s go.”
The breathing a short-lived pleasure, alas, Chris clutched the rope now dangling down her neck and pulled it like it were a leash, forcing Ylianor to crawl as he dragged her to Amber. “Your task is to lick her and her alone.”
Spread out on the table, Amber had more than her hands full. Raden’s cock ramming her ass without respite, he held her legs up in the air for the world to see how large he had stretched her hole, while her mouth disappeared under the assault of the other two shafts.
“No cocks. No me. You don’t deserve any of it. Just her cunt.”
For Prince Caldwell—and for his lover no doubt—these words weighed like stones on Ylianor’s heart, however much she pretended otherwise.
“And I’ll make sure you don’t get any of it, either.” It was no empty threat.
For how else to define him?
The bastard wrapped the rope to his wrist, then went behind the man whose rear had caught his attention before and adjusted it to his convenience.
“Oh, one last rule for everyone.”
Now each and every of the angel’s movements, like wetting a couple of fingers and testing the man’s butt hole, risked to choke Ylianor, even if she was doing nothing wrong.
BDSM Multiple partner (373 at the Game)
On stage, things had picked up. Ylianor’s tongue flicking on Amber’s clit stiffened all the men’s erections, particularly since Chris was making it a point to gag her often, pulling her rope so that she could not dedicate any fixed amount of time on pampering Amber. Ylianor’s utter enslavement, combined with Chris’s sadistic twist, was pushing everyone over the edge, except for the two of them. That they craved to be alone with each other was as clear as day to Duncan. He could just imagine the sparks when that would come about.
For now, Raden being close to an orgasm had to content him, judging from his accelerated breathing and increased pumping. The other two were about to lose it, too. When it came to Amber, it was difficult to tell how she was doing, practically invisible beneath all the bodies covering her. Not that anyone cared.
After pulling out like Chris had ordered, Raden’s jets together with the two other men joining in transformed Amber’s body in a mass of whitish spunk, pooling between her breasts and belly.
“Now the slave will lick it all up.” Out of the man’s snug ass, the angel’s brusque order made all the three shrunk cocks stand up once more. “Without swallowing a single drop.”
Avidly, they followed Ylianor’s tongue trailing on Amber’s skin and gobbling every smear without any of Chris’s induced chokes. Everyone was at the edge of their seats to catch all the cleaning, which was not often very visible. Ylianor’s long hair covered more than they should have, until Raden pushed them back holding them in place, so no one would miss anything.
To say it was erotic would have been an understatement. There was something about her tongue slithering to lick off all the sperm while four engorged rods circled her that was simply irresistible, especially since her repeated rounds from Amber’s pelvis up to her face teased the four monsters into taking immediate action regardless of whether she had finished or not.
A few men from the audience came after jerking off. A couple more had requested their slave’s mouth services, finally easing the tension Chris had worked so hard to raise. Now what would he think of next?
M/M/F (336 last sex scene at Nephis Valley shelter)
Lover, please, I don’t know how long I can—
Shut up and suck. This other torture was working just as efficiently as the lavish ass rimming. I get to decide if and when you come, remember?
Too late he noticed Ylianor’s tongue sliding upward and fondling the ball sac. “You’re forbidden to touch or even come near the angel’s cock.” Palm on her head, he pushed her back down. “Without my express permission.”
The moistness around Chris’s anus was making his shaft itch to claim what had always belonged to him. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.” Her licking muffled Ylianor’s words. “It won’t happen again.” She raised a challenging gaze.
“I know it won’t, ‘cause now I want you to test his hole.” Spreading Chris’s legs further, he peered at the gleaming ring. “I want to see exactly how much he can take.”
Do you really need to test it? Her ironic tone boomed in his head.
What I really need is an obedient slave first of all, the prince snapped.
Lover, maybe she’s right. Chris sounded at the end of his wits. If she touches me, I won’t guarantee—
You better guarantee it. One look at the princess and Duncan knew she, too, was having a hard time holding on. “Come on. Start with one finger.”
A long, slim finger ended up in her mouth. After making a show of sucking it, she tapped the anus’s outer border, then began a slow penetration. Duncan watched fascinated until her finger disappeared. “Now a second.”
The second one slid much like the first. At her third, Chris’s cock began pulsating, but things turned serious when Duncan ordered her to widen the hole and keep it stretched.
Chris was about to lose it. No amount of telling or ordering could stop the tide mounting faster each second.
So Duncan took pity on him. All right, since you’re unequipped to resist. His lips closing on the tip of the erection, he slid to the base. Come for me, Angel.
M/M/F (2.568 at the Game eXtasy)
“Everybody’s feeling it at work.”
“They’ll feel it all the more the second you get your ass up on that stage.”
“Me?” What? Did I miss something? “What are you talking about?”
“That it’s your turn up next.” Duncan glanced at the two men splitting their woman to bits, one ramming her front, the other her back. “Right after they’re done.”
“But I could only do it with her.” It was such self-evident axiom, he felt stupid for saying it. “Or with you.” This was even dumber. “But if she—”
“She’ll be all yours for this special performance.” The leader grinned. “Nothing in between the two of you.” His tone became huskier, “Weren’t you worried she was getting all work and no play?”
“Yeah, but…” To show his true feelings right there in front of everyone, Chris was not sure it was such a great idea.
“Listen, Angel.” Cupping his face between his palms, the prince drew him near. “You and her were the first to make me understand how easily sex brings out your deepest emotions, even the ones you fight so hard to deny.” So close they could have kissed. “If you go up there, it’ll get my point across faster and more effectively than any of the other acts did so far.”
“I don’t see how it could make a difference who’s up there.” Chris held on stubbornly. “Everybody’s paying marginal attention as it is—”
“They’ll be exceedingly attentive if it’s you and her.”
No, he did not need Duncan to kiss him and make him lose perspective of what they were talking about.
Which was exactly what the prince did.
Remember what I told you at Plantimore Cliffs? Unfortunately, he also deepened the sweet exchange by slipping his tongue inside and sweeping Chris’s wet cavity as though it belonged to him.
Which, for the record, it did.
“Hem…” If Chris could mumble, it was because Duncan had broken off the kiss. “Vaguely.” Well, he might have remembered had the kiss not fucked up his mind.
“I told you it was high time you showed how much you love her.” With a chuckle, the leader tilted up his head. “And I meant it not just for Richard’s sake.” His black eyes flashed. “And that’s what I expect you’ll be doing in a few minutes from now.”
Chris straightened and focused. Yeah, now he recalled what Duncan had said and how easy it had been to let his love flow in front of Richard and Lucy.
“It’s going to be even easier now, Angel,” Duncan whispered in his ear, “Now that you’ve accepted it yourself, and that you’re not afraid of showing how much you care for her.”
“And I owe it all to you.” Because no one knew him better than Duncan did. No one knew how to push his buttons better than Duncan did. “But shouldn’t you be up there with us?” It was not a challenge, more like a reasonable request. “I mean we’re all in this together. As much as I love her, I love you, too.”
“Are you going to hold the princess’s logic against me?” Duncan teased.
It was a clear reference to how Ylianor had convinced them to a three-way pledge.
“I most certainly will.” Chris gave the prince his best smile. “It’s as true today as it was when she said it.” His lips captured Duncan’s. Taking the initiative, his tongue forced them apart for a taste of his amazing lover. “If not more.”
“All right, I may join you.” His gaze shifted to the center.
The two men were coming all over their woman and blazing with the force of their collective love.
“But you start first. I don’t want them to miss your vibes or to get them mixed up with mine.”
Hardly recovered from their deep sharing, of fluids and feelings, the three were moving off, and already another woman was petitioning for her and her lover’s chance to be in the spotlight. “Leader, Romy and I—”
“Sorry, ladies,” Chris cut them off. “My lovely mate needs a definite break.” Getting up, he reached the table where Ylianor was standing. Don’t you, sleeping beauty?
I never thought the great Lord Templeton would stoop so low as to embarrass himself in front of everyone, she mocked.
Then again, maybe she did not deserve it.
Orders from above, dearie. So he played it rough. Nothing I’d be doing of my own volition, he lied shamelessly. Not with a no-good slave, anyway. But the second he clasped her arm to pull her close, all pretenses fell from him.
No, he did not fight the tide of love overwhelming him as he brought his lips down on hers. To be honest, he could not. She tasted so sweet, exciting and yielding in his arms he simply wanted to drown in her and melt his fire in her slippery liquid that enveloped him like a nurturing balm. And his reaction was opening her up in ways he had seen happen only with Duncan. It was like there had been one last barrier between them that was crumbling under his complete acceptance of this love.
Every part of it.
By the gods! What a selfish bastard he had been to deny her for so long!
Let’s not dwell on the past, Demon, her soft voice boomed in his mind, Only on the future and on your powerful love. Bending against him, she parted her lips wide, swallowing his tongue whole.
He became lost in her. It was not just a physical sensation. It was more of an immaterial one, with her holding him inside her, like the son she was carrying, except it was the man she had within her.
Yes, she had always owned him.
Only he had been too foolish to admit it. And it did not feel strange anymore to have two people own him. It was not like he was split up among them, either. No halves, the whole of him belonged to both. Body, mind and spirit completely devoted to two, angel and demon, both sides of him at their complete disposal, one shiny being for two.
With the love came the irresistible attraction, the one he felt for no one else but these two astounding individuals, the same that justified his vicious side and the bloody game. For he had his answer now. He did not play it because he wanted to hurt her. He played it because he could be truly himself with her alone. If with everyone else he had to erase the memory after acting out his deepest fantasies, with her he had no need to, for she accepted him exactly as he was. Now he could keep doing it without remorse or guilt. Not just because the prince was a part of it, and that alone had made it possible for his two opposites—the angel and the demon—to reunite. Because she was the key to it all, and this awareness had just brought that game to a whole new level. A sophisticated and seductive level he would have never thought possible. A level he could access only with her as his victim, his prey, his woman. And that turned him on more than if he had his knife at hand right now, or almost as much as having her body crushed to his despite the pronounced belly of her now visible pregnancy.
Never in his life would he have thought to crave a woman the way he craved Ylianor. He—who had scorned women, pregnant ones in particular—could not keep his hands off her. His cock had become so thick with a mere kiss that it ached. Whether because his tongue had reached her stomach, or whether because her cunt rubbed against his groin with that characteristic sway of hers and took care of his erection—whatever the reason, his arousal was maddening, requiring an immediate satisfaction he had no intention of granting at the moment.
Pushing her gently toward the table, he made her lie down as his mouth broke the tantalizing kiss to move down to her cunt. He did not hurry to reach it. He wanted to take his time to nibble and savor her most delicious parts, like her breasts. Tonguing her taut buds was a way to hold his excitement in check, or so he hoped. Truth was—the more he stroked her pointy tips, the stiffer his meat piece became. Which was nothing comparable to when he went close enough he could smell her craving.
Talk about wet!
She was dripping like a fountain, her honeydew trickling down her thighs. Her flavor was even worse. Strong and pungent, it clung to the tip of his tongue before it slid right down to his balls. Her clit was a throbbing knot begging for someone, anyone, to burst it. Her inner lips were so puffed up he could just imagine how fiercely they would cling to a shaft, any shaft and swallow it whole in one avid gulp.
He went further down…oh, boy!
Her ass was always a temptation he could never resist. He lifted her legs, so he could also see the wrinkled entrance he longed to possess right here, right now. Even if it was with his erection, he forced himself to bide his time and let the tongue have fun with it first. Rimming the narrow edges was a way of increasing his anticipation, anyway. He just hoped he would not explode instead of her, not yet anyway.
Plunging inside confirmed how close he was to the edge. But she was closer. The trembling of her flesh as he penetrated it again could not hide it. And raising his gaze, he understood the reason why.
Straddling her, knees pressed around her face, Duncan was feeding her his gigantic equipment. That was certainly bound to tip her over the edge, so Chris did his best to help her. Returning to the swollen clit dancing on its own, his tongue crushed it under a savage attack. At the same time, he let go of one of her legs. With calculated ferocity, he shoved into her pussy and ass, stuffing both with two fingers each.
It was the end of her.
Arching her back, Ylianor shattered under his very eyes. Lucky for everyone, Duncan occupying her mouth prevented her scream from leaving their heads. Or perhaps luck had nothing to do with it. If he knew anything of how the three of them worked, his lover’s choice of sexual service had nothing casual about it. He and Duncan both knew how loud sleeping beauty could get when she lost control, and this was undoubtedly one such occasion.
Despite his cock’s furious jerks and protests, Chris continued ignoring it. Concentrating instead on her drenched cunt, he lapped it generously, teasing the swollen edges of her pussy and thrusting into their welcoming entrance. Her ass was equally welcoming, opening up to his solicitation as though it wanted nothing else, while she kept coming over and over, unstoppable.
“Fuck, Angel.” The leader’s throaty whisper did not go lost on Chris. “I think I’m about to come.”
“No, wait for me, lover.” He lifted both her legs again. “Aren’t we supposed to give them the best show ever?”
“That’s why you should hurry up.” The prince’s full lips curved in a snarl. “‘Cause she’s too hot for me to slow down any.”
“I understand perfectly.” No, Duncan did not have to spell it out.
Adjusting her rear hole in front of his erection, he swung his hips forward and centered it at the first hit. Unsurprisingly, she came again. No, actually she had never stopped coming, and her frenzied convulsions hampered his thrusts to her guts with all that clenching and relaxing of her muscles in fast waves. But the moment he was half inside, the swells took over and sucked his rigid beast to the hilt, also beyond had there not been a natural limit. Incredulous to say the least, Chris could practically remain still while her contractions did all the work, accelerating it to the point he lost it mere seconds after he had penetrated.
With Duncan’s climax filling her mouth and overflowing down her cheeks, Chris unloaded a split second apart. And the prince catching his lips in a deep kiss intensified everything.
Too bad it had to finish. Were it up to him, he would have let it go on and on like their orgasms, which seemed endless because time had slowed down to freeze their moment. But eventually, everything sped up again.
“I want more of her.” Prince Caldwell’s growl testified to his deep-rooted craving, in case his hard cock did not talk loud enough.
“Me, too.” Chris waited for Duncan to pull out of Ylianor’s mouth. “And if you just lie down, we can share her again.” Raising her from under her armpits, he cradled her against his chest.
The new position took only a second. Prince Caldwell slid to fill her place. Then Chris fitted Ylianor’s butt over the thick equipment standing on its own. After his fucking, she was nice and large enough to receive just about anything. So Duncan’s shaft speared it to the hilt in no time at all. When he was securely embedded, Chris spread her legs and plunged in the silky wetness of her slit.
Wet was an understatement.
She was more like an ocean of moistness, and he was only gladder the prince’s erection ramming her rear tightened her front space, too, or he would have felt nothing otherwise. With the double penetration, instead, her pussy squeezed enough for his monster to come close to a climax again.
He loved it. Flattening her against his lover’s chest, feeling her flesh wrapped around him, smelling her and Duncan with one gulp of air—Chris was floating on his own sensations. Not just the physical ones, the emotional ones as well. His intense love was like a giant balloon grown to fill the sky. Pushed upward by Duncan and Ylianor’s strong feelings, it would take him next to nothing to turn into his fiery essence and soar. It would take next to nothing to tear both his lovers away from the material dimension they were in and—
Stop, Angel! The deep voice exploding in his mind followed the powerful restraint Chris was coming to learn as the leader’s control over him. We don’t want to give that much of a show.
Refocusing, Chris suddenly realized that everyone was staring at them. Literally. No one was having sex. No one was even kissing. Their gazes all glued on them, like Duncan had said they would, including Cecilia and David’s, who were watching from a side.
“I’ll be damned!” Chris exhaled softly, slowing his pumping.
“I told you.” Catching his gaze, the leader held it. “You’re too good for them not to notice.” Shifting slightly, he managed to slip his huge monster inside sleeping beauty’s ass to the very root. “Only you should keep it to the sex.”
Fortunately, their voices were more like whispers, so for sure no one heard them.
“Yeah, I get it.” Turning, he caught the green eyes full of love. “It’s just a fuck, sleeping beauty.” Which was the farthest thing from the truth. “So don’t your hopes up.”
It is time for a new edition of the game. Prince Duncan Caldwell, Leader of the High Council, and his two lovers-mates, Lord Christopher Templeton and Lady Ylianor Templeton, Co-Leaders of the High Council, will be at his side to enflame this BDSM erotic game of masters and slaves. But the object is to defeat Virtus once and for all. And it’s exactly what Duncan plans to do in this last and final chapter of the Virtus Saga.
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