The Pledge – Laura Tolomei @LallaGatta

“If this love you can’t do without is another aspect of power, it’s also the most volatile one, never stable, always uncontrollable. It can turn to hate quicker than white Virt becoming black.” Computer Virtus

“Princess, for you I have two words alone—thank you.” He uttered them softly. “Thank you for being in my head, in my heart, in my spirit, my life. Thank you for the constant sharing. Thank you for the love and for having believed in it far more than I ever did. Thank you for having waited for me to come round to how immensely I love you. Thank you for putting up with my…insufferable lover, as you call him.” His wide grin took them both in. “Mostly, thank you for always being there as your own woman, never a submissive slave. You are our master, the one who teaches and gives us new strength every time your spirit breathes on us. You are our deep-rotted core, the one without whom we wouldn’t exist or be where we are today. You have made all this possible, so again I can only thank you. I…no…” He glanced at Chris and received a silent go ahead. “We can’t live without you.”

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After all they’d gone through, the Pledge was the only thing that could make them really one whilst being three.

Newsletter ad: Thank you, Princess. For being in my head, my heart, my spirit, my life. Thank you for the love. For having believed in it far more than I ever did, then waited for me to come round to how immensely I love you. Mostly, for putting up with my…insufferable lover.

The book that heightens it all—the romance, the ménage, but also the past and the wedge. Seems like an ending, yet it’s a new beginning, this fifth chapter of the Virtus Saga spins the tale of Duncan, Chris and Ylianor to new heights.

To achieve unity and finally be as one

BLURB REVISITED

When Ylianor Caldwell collapses in front of Leader Duncan Caldwell while he’s asking her the ritual question that will tie her to Lord Christopher Templeton forever, she knows her pledge did not go through. That Virtus has taken great pains to break her promise to the insufferable demon is obvious, but maybe it’s not as bad as it seems. Truth is—her heart is torn. Half is for her dark- haired prince, her master of pleasure. Half is for the blond-haired demon, her master of pain. So how to choose between them? And more importantly, how to tell them that her heart and mind are set on getting of both them and that she deserves them after all they put her through?

Such is the new setting of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems. Not the world, since its all-pervading sex drive hides a scary lack of violence. Not the people, 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.

This book picks up right where The Leader, Book 4, leaves off and heightens the romance and the ménage that conjure the past and the separation. 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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MM PG (268 Chris + Duncan @shelter)

“Beaten at my own game…and by a woman no less!”

“It’s the same woman who’s driving you crazy right now with your need to…” Pressuring his neck, Duncan brought Chris’s ear to his mouth. “Talk, carve, and fuck her,” he whispered huskily. “Though not necessarily in this order.” He let him go.

“I kind of agree on the second two, but what’s there to talk about?”

“Plenty, I’d say, starting from the most obvious—what are you going to do about the unfinished pledge?”

Yeah, what about it? “Excellent question, lover. I wish I had an answer.”

“Don’t you think it’s something you should decide together?” There was no hiding the sarcasm. “Just because you’re off the hook with your family doesn’t mean things have to stay this way.”

“You don’t think I may be happy with this arrangement? Being pledged without the actual burden of it—”

“It’s not what your heart wants.” The way Duncan said it, Chris had the feeling the prince knew it better than he did.

“All right, since you’re such an expert in the matter, what does it want?”

“A real pledge.”

Why would you think that? “How do you know?”

“‘Cause I see how much she’s growing on you, how much your feelings are changing and turning to…” Cautiously, he glanced at his lover as if unsure whether saying the word would scare him.

“Love, you mean?”

Duncan nodded.

“Is that why you had to say it in the chamber, in front of everyone?”

“Couldn’t keep silent about it, Angel. It was too strong, and it came from both of you.”

MF PG (364 Chris & Ylianor alone @shelter)

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. Time to get up.”

Ylianor yawned, then looked around. “Where is he?”

“He went ahead.” Chris sat down to breakfast.

She went silent, still not moving.

“Would you care for something to eat? There’s bread, jam, cookies, cheese—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Suit yourself.” He’d be damned if he insisted like the prince did. “I rather like you better now that you’ve lost that extra fat.” He sent an appraising glance to her ass alone. “Makes you look more masculine.”

“On second thought, I think I’ll eat something.” Stumbling out of bed, she did it on purpose—he was sure of it—to remain naked and move in such a way he only got to see her mouthwatering rear swaying to the bathroom before she joined him at the table.

If his first impulse was to get her something to cover herself, he resisted it. She was bound to be freezing, sure, but she was not a child in need of care. It was high time someone started treating her like an adult—

“Look who’s talking.” Leaning forward, she grabbed the extra cup he had set on the table and filled it with the amber liquid.

“About what?” A shiver ran down his back and, no, it was not the cold.

“About acting as a child, tormenting and punishing me because you weren’t good enough to have friends and had to grow up rejected, isolated and unwanted.”

“So now you’re snooping in my dreams, too?” And no, he preferred not to have the certainty she read his mind, too. “Live spying wasn’t enough?”

“Hey, you pulled me in!” Her green eyes blazed in anger, and he just wanted to hold her. “I didn’t ask to be melted or excluded so cruelly from your sex—”

“So when I saw your eyes, it was really you?”

Ylianor nodded as she took wheat cake and nibbled it.

“Then why didn’t you wake up when I did?”

“Who says I didn’t?”

As the room went deathly quiet, Chris lay down the piece of cheese he was munching. “Did you spy on our conversation as well?” He tried to keep his voice even.

“Hem…no…”

MF (268 Chris + Ylianor @shelter)

“It’s only fitting he should bring us back together to even out the good and the bad, so we can start with a clean slate.”

“Let’s say we tried. Not that we succeeded.” It made his heart heavy to admit it. “Virtus had to ruin everything, our pledge included.”

“What do you care about our pledge? You’re off the hook anyway—”

“Don’t you start, too!” With one swift move, he toppled her, pressing his weight squarely on her thinner frame. “I’ve heard enough from him, explaining how I can get out of it.” He got ready for the plunge. “But I don’t want to. The truth is I want to pledge to you.” He kissed her softly. “Took me a long time to figure it out, but I’m as ready to commit now as I was in that chamber. So I’d like to go through with it, for real this time. And since we’re so lucky to have the leader with us, we could have our private ceremony, just the three of us…” Something in her eyes, though, did not feel quite right. “That is if you want it, too.”

“I…I honestly don’t know what I want right now.” Probably reading his disappointment, she was quick to reassess her position. “I’m not saying I don’t want to pledge to you, despite the million reasons I shouldn’t.” Her attempt at humor, including the charming smile that lit her beautiful face, failed to lift his mood. “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea until Virtus is around—”

“What’s he got to do with our pledge?”

MF PG Sensual (301 Chris & Ylianor’s kiss)

When he caught Carl’s gaze fixed on him, Chris hurried to get off Black and run to Ylianor’s side. “Let me help you down, sleeping beauty.”

“I don’t need…” She closed her mouth the moment she checked Carl’s way. Well, she was no stupid and immediately understood his game. “All right, but I’m not going to save your ass every time.”

“I’ll make it worth it. I promise.”

Sliding her down in a deliberately slow motion, Chris crushed her against his frame, digging his tense muscles seductively to inflame her very spirit. The seduction was only too effective. His cock hardened to the point it pressed on her belly. It was not easy for Ylianor either, and he loved it she did not even try hiding it, letting her body brush his, as she wriggled her hips and butt to grind the rigid piece between her curves. Surrendering to his provocation, a willing captive of his spell, he was impressed by her passionate response, though it was merely the beginning. “Are you ready for the second part?” Chris whispered huskily in her ear, setting Ylianor on the ground.

“There’s a follow-up? Next time I want to have sex with you, I’ll be sure to call Carl.”

“Shut up and close your eyes before I change my mind.”

MF PG (337 Chris & Ylianor at Carl’s before going to dinner)

Before Ylianor could move to follow, Chris was on her, clasping her hand and pulling her to him.

“More shows, Demon?” She grinned, muttering under her breath.

“Just want to accompany my lovely mate to dinner.” His voice was also as low as a husky whisper. “Something wrong with that?”

“Somehow you’re more credible when you want to rip me apart, rather than play nice to me.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do both.” Pushing her to a wall, he pressed his weight on her.

Suddenly, Ylianor realized they were alone, and it was anything but unpleasant to be trapped by him, his warm breath tickling her ear and neck, his elegant frame digging into hers, crotch included, which heated her senses and transformed them into a roaring ball of fire. No, it was hardly a show. It was so real, her legs weakened and her cunt throbbed painfully, aching for his touch.

“Though you prefer the former to the latter.” He sneered as though reading her desires clearly. Then he kissed her, so hard he bruised her soft lips in his haste to ravage her mouth and sweep the warm cavity opening up to his pressure. “But unfortunately, we have time for neither,” was the conclusion of his passionate handling as he drew back, dragging her with him and going toward the dining room. “Are you all right?” Pausing before entering, he searched her face.

“I…” Flushed and breathless, Ylianor nodded, though she would have gladly foregone the eating to steer Chris in a completely different direction. “I think so.”

“Sorry, sleeping beauty, a bed is out of the question for now,” he teased mercilessly.

Really gotta start watching my thoughts when I’m around him.

The show keeps getting better all the time. The prince’s deep tone echoed in her head. Does it also include getting you so hot you’d have skipped dinner all together?

You should ask him, my love. She raised an insolent gaze. I’m just an innocent slave.

There’s nothing innocent about you, Princess.

MF PG (420 love & trust)

“What I’m trying to say is that it takes a lot of trust to build a relationship, but trust is something to be earned and that goes both ways. So far, everything the two of you have told me proves neither trusts the other, which explains both your reactions—his unpredictable give and take, as much as your fear of opening your heart to him.”

“How can you say that? Haven’t I accepted his vicious game or—”

“You said it yourself—you’d have done anything to get him, to the point you turned it against him, making him the slave and you the master.” He snapped. “Now tell me I’m wrong.”

“I…” He was absolutely right, of course.

“So how can he trust you?”

“And how can I trust him? Or do you think I forgot he erased your memory on purpose to get me out of his way and have you all to himself?”

“So you both have issues with each other. Do you want to keep recriminating and fighting over your past? Wouldn’t you rather move on? Don’t you think it’s time to let it go? Don’t you think you’ve both paid enough? Don’t you find that being lovers is more satisfying than being enemies?”

“I…maybe.”

“So you gotta let it go.”

“Have you told him to let it go, too?”

“Princess, you should do it because you want to end the war, not as the condition of a truce. I’ll tell him, if it becomes necessary, but you can’t wait around for him to take the first step, if you really want to straighten things between you.”

“What you’re asking is to close my eyes and fall into the void.”

“That’s exactly what I think you should do.” He crushed her to him. “Don’t you think I had to do it, too? When I left him and it hurt so bad to be away from him, how do you think I came round to even considering the prospect of a relationship with him? I had to jump blindfolded. Whatever the cost, deep down I knew in the end, I’d be better off with him than without him. And I didn’t care what he would do about it. The risk he wouldn’t want me anymore was real. After how I’d treated him, I couldn’t have blamed him either.”

“But he loves you so much—”

“Love can’t justify everything, Princess. There has to be the acceptance like you taught us, or have you forgotten your own lessons?”

MMMF PG (456 Sendar’s way of life)

“All crap, if you ask me.” The angel snorted. “I know I couldn’t live without sex and limiting it to one person alone would kill me.”

Leave it to the demon to sum up the essence of our world in one phrase. Chuckling in admiration, the princess suppressed a giggle before swinging her attention to Max. “Lord Templeton can be crude at times.” She sent an apologetic glance his way. “But he’s usually right. None of us can live without sex. Our way of life is based on it. That’s why we make no number or gender distinctions, in fact encourage them any way possible. The phase and the heat are just two ways of enhancing our senses, and it’s no coincidence that one is reserved to same genders, while the other to the opposite one.” She tousled the young man’s hair. “Our priority is to seek pleasure from men and women, to experience both in order to feel alive.” And not fall prey to violence. “The more sex the better is our philosophy, and none could be truer.”

“Hasn’t been my experience.” Max was quick to rebuff. “Or my father’s who loved my mother—”

“Love and sex are two different things, Max.” Before continuing, Duncan noticed the princess’s grateful glance to his angel, which also included her thought—If I know the difference now, I owe it all to you, handsome demon. “Before, when Lord Templeton and I were arguing, did you detect any trace of love?”

“None.”

“Yet did it prevent his cock from becoming stone hard? Did it prevent him from wanting to have sex with me?”

Max hesitated briefly. “No, it didn’t,” he had to admit at last.

“So you see—the two aren’t related.”

“What works for you doesn’t necessarily work for all.” Lord Lenz challenged. “From all I know, I share my father’s distaste for—”

“No, because I was like you, scared of people and afraid of sex.” Without giving him time to reply, she pressed on. “I spent my teenage years alone and desolate. I didn’t have friends. I didn’t have a phase. I didn’t have sex. I didn’t have—”

“What changed?” Now she had his complete attention.

“Prince Caldwell knocked on my door and made me discover a whole world that lives and breathes through sex.” She paused to look behind her shoulders at the black eyes focused on her. “He was the first to use my body and teach me how much pleasure it can give, not just to me, but to anyone I choose to share it with.” Her hand curled around Lord Lenz’s limp cock, something Duncan was certain his angel would have done sooner had she not been in the way.

—–ADULT——

PG-13 MMF (452 @Carl’s)

“Finishing up what I started, lover?”

“Had to.” The prince grinned, deepening the sensual massage. “You were so damn exciting, even if it was all for Carl’s benefit.”

“The man’s impossible.” Approaching the bed, the angel went to the leader’s side. “And revolting.” He sat next to him. “I don’t know how I could’ve ever let him fuck me—”

“It was a difficult time.” Reaching for the shoulders, Duncan pulled him down.

“Now he’s waiting for us downstairs.”

“Then I absolutely have to take a bath.” Wriggling impatiently, Ylianor tried to break free of Prince Caldwell’s hold, but it was not an option, particularly after Chris intervened to block her, too.

“Not so fast, Princess. No one gave you permission to leave.”

“But—”

“Just shut up, sleeping beauty.” As usual, the blond angel was quick to catch on to his games, so no wonder he pinned her to the mattress while continuing his rant against Carl. “It’s still no excuse.” He scoffed. “Now he thinks he has a right to come back into my life and make demands.”

“Such as?” And since Chris was keeping her down, Duncan resumed his rub on the two perfect cheeks begging to be possessed again.

“He made a scene because I kissed sleeping beauty in front of everyone.” More arousing still, Chris’s fingers aimed straight for the hole, dipping forcefully inside.

“Jealous, is he?” So the prince joined him, increasing the number and pressure of fingers drilling her ass.

“Like I am for the fact you just screwed her ass.” Grinning widely, Chris slid in and out.

“And it was delicious, I assure you.” The faster dance made Ylianor moan and flatten on the mattress, something he and Chris both ignored.

“I bet it was.” The wishful tone made no mystery he wanted to try it for himself, though something was holding him back. “I guess my great performance was a damn good one—”

“Performance, my ass!” Twisting his fingers around Chris’s, Duncan directed both their movements. “You wanted to fuck her right there in the yard. That’s what Carl couldn’t stand.”

“It was all her doing, lover.” To prove his point, he shoved harder despite the prince’s grip.

“No good, Angel.” Pulling out of the snug space, Prince Caldwell rimmed its edges. “You were hot for her, way before the kiss. The whole show only set you on fire—”

“And you couldn’t wait to take advantage of it.”

“I don’t see anybody stopping you now from doing the same.” To emphasize his husky provocation, the leader stuck the fingers that had ravaged Ylianor’s ass inside Chris’s mouth. “And fuck her to death,” he concluded hoarsely, his cock stiffening at the prospect.

PG-13 MMFM (586 w/Max)

“But then she’s a woman, and we all know there’s only one thing they’re good at.” A cruel light shining in his eyes, he turned to stare at him and Max.

“Angel, you know it’s not true.” So the show had started and, considering the premises, the prince had no doubt it would be most convincing.

“Isn’t it?” Focusing his attention on Ylianor again, he traced her mouth with a fingertip. “Sex isn’t their strong point either. We all know men suck cocks far better than any woman.”

“Then it’s a service you won’t be requiring from me anymore.” Defiantly, her green eyes blazed as she tried pushing him off.

“You’re still better than nothing, dearie.” The angel’s iron clasp blocked her.

“No, the truth is you’re stuck with me, and it’s the sole certainty your cock has.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” His lips twisted in an ugly snarl. “There are plenty of men waiting in line for a piece of it.”

“Then give it to them.” Again, she tried to slip away. “I certainly don’t want it.” Again, unsuccessfully.

“As if you could ever live without it.” He spat. “You should just be grateful the heat forces me to have sex with you—”

“Then you can save your precious energy, Lord Templeton.” She scoffed. “There are plenty of men who satisfy me way beyond your poor skills.”

“But none willing to pledge to the likes of you—a servant’s daughter with nothing to offer besides a passable mouth and a tight ass.”

“Enough, Angel!” By the gods, they were good, both of them. He would have been hard pressed to choose one performance over the other. Mostly, they were arousing. The sparks of energy flying off them were having a decisive effect on his shaft and on Max’s, too, judging from the exaggerated bulge in his crotch.

“I’m just telling the truth, my leader.” Nonchalantly, Chris squeezed her breast.

“You know where you can stick your truth.” This time the princess managed to remove his hand and unbalance him enough to get free.

“Exactly the same place I’m going to stick my cock just about now.” Quick to grab her again, Chris pinned her back down and looked ready to strip her naked.

“Back off, Angel, and let her go.” His tone cold and threatening, Duncan snapped.

“No, Leader, stop defending her.” Spinning around to face him, Chris forced Ylianor down on her knees. “She’s mine to do with what I damn well please.”

“She was of the Caldwells first, remember?” Although it was simply a game, the prince worked to keep his voice in check.

“You only adopted her out of pity.” Chris pushed her face against his crotch. “She is and remains a slut, a servant’s daughter, and no amount of names or titles will change that.”

“It still doesn’t authorize you to treat her like a slave.” Duncan growled. “Especially since you’re a guest in Lord Lenz’s home.”

“Oh, Max won’t mind.” Fiery blue-gray eyes caressed the young man’s face. “Right, Max?”

“Hem…” Mesmerized, Lord Lenz swallowed hard just as a flash of lightning lit the sky. “I…” Then a loud crash of thunder covered his voice.

“Max, please don’t let him use me.” Wide-eyed as if fearful, Ylianor leaned forward. “He wants to have sex here, now, and he’s so selfish he might not stop with me.”

“Well, I…” The erection straining against Max’s pants was making it hard to focus, which probably explained the renewed burst of lightning and thunder.

—-EROTIC———

MM (340 I mean her, too)

“I want us to be clear.” Straightening, Duncan penetrated to Chris’s guts, and the sheer pleasure took his breath away.

“Aren’t we now?” Rocking to the leader’s tempo, the angel screwed the stiff equipment to the hilt.

“No, it’s a question of why you’re doing it.” Duncan stepped up the beat with a few well-aimed shoves that arched Chris’s back. Actually, it all went so fast, there was no time for talking anymore, merely to fuck the most deliciously crammed space of all that rubbed on every side of his swollen piece, burning to release the fluid barely held down.

As if sensing his need, Chris jerked off at the same frantic rhythm ramming his behind to bits. When Duncan knew he was reaching the finish line, he reclined on his heels and carried the angel with him, having him sit on his cock, literally. Maybe it was because he had never felt deeper inside the butt he knew better than the back of his hand. Or it was having the buttocks pressing and touching his balls in a slide that swallowed him whole. Either way, he lost it.

A gasp and he sprayed it all in several ecstatic convulsions. It was over for Chris, too, coming all over the couch in dense jets. Not letting go, Prince Caldwell wrapped his arms around his waist to hold him in the position.

The angel understood. “Yes, lover, I’ll do it for you, but mostly for her.” Falling back, the blond head buried in his chest. “The funny thing is lately you and her are one and the same for me. I just haven’t come around to admitting it out loud.”

“Not even to yourself,” the prince realized.

“Dumb of me, I know.” Chris shrugged helplessly. “Like you said, I feel her the way I feel you, which is what’s driving me crazy.” The limp cock flopped out of the snug hole, but neither stirred. “So forgive me if when I say you, I mean her, too.”

Thus the matter was settled.

MMF (499 licking her together)

“I want to taste her, too.”

“What?” Ylianor’s eyes flung open.

“What?” The leader also could not contain his amazement. “Are you sure, Angel? We’re miles away from the Nephis Valley.” The mocking tone referred to the first time Chris had actually stooped so low to lick her, the first and so far only time.

“Yeah, I know, but I guess we’re closer than you think.” Then he caught Duncan’s head that was moving away. “But I want to do it with you, lover.”

“Be my guest.” Adjusting so the demon could have room by stretching over her body, Prince Caldwell resumed the sensual trail he had started.

Now it was two tongues contending her cunt and having a great time at it. Ylianor knew they would transform it into a game between them, lapping her only when they were not busy kissing or twisting around one another. Still, they scorched her, traveling back and forth from her ass up to her clit, though they avoided penetrations or lingering on a particular spot for too long. Given their positions, Duncan took care of her butt, rimming the hole with steady sweeps that soon enflamed her, to the point she raised her hips to demand something inside. Chris, instead, stayed more on top, circling her clit while never touching it directly, licking the edges of her slit and the folds around it before returning to tease it mercilessly, much like he had done with her nipples. Torture—it was the sole way she could define it as her body thrashed with the urgency of a release that was making her insane.

“I think we should make her come, if we don’t want to lose her.” Always the more thoughtful, the prince did not look at her at all.

“You’re always too good to her, lover.” Another rapid tongue lick, then Chris shifted, letting her head drop to the carpet as he took position between her widespread legs. “But we’ll do it together.”

“I know exactly how you’re planning it, Angel.”

Well, fuck them because she had no idea. True, it would not be hard. She was so close to it, anything was bound to bring her over the edge. But when Duncan’s tongue hit her clit right and proper—no fooling around, no pulling away to leave her begging for more—she knew she was waiting for the other one to make his move and would not come until he did.

“That’s right, sleeping beauty.” She had her eyes closed, so she imagined the snarl twisting his thin lips. “You haven’t begged me enough—”

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want after.” Like Prince Caldwell had warned, the man was getting to the point he was reading minds, too. Or maybe it was not hard to guess her needs, considering how impatiently she rubbed on Duncan’s tongue, swaying upward in her usual rotation that drilled the tongue tip exactly where she most wanted it.

“Anything you say?”

Then it happened.

MM (492 dream to exclude Ylianor)

Being with Arthur had taught him the value of focusing on apparently innocuous details in order to beguile his prey before moving to more sexual parts. Not a great effort—he loved Prince Caldwell’s hair, which in the last year had grown even longer. Now sitting on the couch, with the leader sprawled on the carpet and leaning against him, Chris relished its silky texture as he brushed his fingers all the way down, below Duncan’s broad shoulders, sometimes bending over to bury his face in the thick black mass and breathe it deeply, when he was not kissing the wide open lips passionately. His casual touch and lavish mouth pampering obtained the desired effect. Duncan relaxed, reclining his head in his hand and lap. This made Chris move on to the next step.

Still sitting on the couch, he massaged the prince’s neck, easing the tension from the tired muscles after the long day’s ride. At the same time, he began building a wall around the two of them, a high barrier to keep the nosy witch out. No, he did not even glance at her. He knew she was a short distance away, but there was no point in acknowledging her in any way. To all effects and purposes, she was to disappear. That was exactly what he was going to accomplish. Just a few more adjustments, then Ylianor would be left out in the cold, in every sense. The deeper he pulled Duncan inside his web, the more he tasted her dismay as the weight of being cast out, unwanted, nailed her to the ground.

The wall around Duncan and him grew. To thicken it, Chris slid down and pressed his warm palm on the stirring cock. Funny how often the leader mentioned Ylianor’s ease at being aroused by a single touch, without realizing he reacted much the same way. Or maybe Chris’s hot mouth replacing the hand play on the piece pushing down his throat was doing the trick. Either way, by now Duncan was far-gone, Ylianor completely forgotten. Now the hard part was to prevent a quick come that would restore a balance Chris had every intention of avoiding. Instead, he was extremely careful to keep the erection in check, not letting it reach the plunge so that it would not choke him, something that always made Prince Caldwell climax faster. So he wrapped his tongue around the impressive crown and wrestled it to his will, wary of every one of Duncan’s loud groans. They were usually a consequence of Chris’s expert sucks that squeezed his cheeks on the rigid stem, or the steady skin slide he used to keep the leader’s interest raised while taking breaks to breathe. Soon the handsome prince would demand a deeper drill, and Chris’s ass was already aching to have the huge piece slam in it. That would really put an end to the witch, erasing her completely from Duncan’s consciousness.

MM Part 1 (432 @shelter after dream)

“Yeah, I was kind of…superficial…” So Chris settled on his knees to jerk the shaft more efficiently.

“As I recall, you were more of an infuriated brat who wanted to punish her for something I’d done.” Under the continued pampering, the erection turned to stone.

“So I’m partial.” And Chris craved to swallow it up, only talking was fun, too. “Which doesn’t mean I was wrong in punishing her. I doubt her ass would’ve tasted so sweet if I hadn’t been so mad at her.” Then it became irresistible. Bending over, he gulped it to the throat in one avid intake that made him cough from the sheer force of the impact.

“If you keep talking like this, I swear I’ll wake her now.” The hands on his head forced more cock down his throat, but Chris managed to avoid gagging.

“Oh, no, she’s mine, remember? From now until your return, I’ll be her sole master.”

“Hey, I might reconsider my offer.” Laughing, Prince Caldwell returned Chris’s mouth to its original task. “Unless someone keeps me so satisfied, I don’t need any extras.” The bulging head penetrated the warm cavity, filling it completely yet demanding more space.

Extras be damned! He was Duncan’s first lover, the oldest and most persistent one of all. He was the only one to know certain secrets of him, the way he liked his cock sucked, what places on the stem and around the fat crown were most sensitive. Chris knew exactly where to lick and lap to make him last longer, just like the precise spot that once rubbed would make the prince spill his guts. He doubted even sleeping beauty had guessed its location to the dot. This time, though, he steered clear of it. His butt ached too much with longing.

“You really want it in your ass, don’t you?”

“How did you guess?” Not really surprised, Chris lifted his head and left the rigid equipment out in the cold.

“‘Cause you blow me different when you want me to come.”

“Can’t keep any secrets from you, can I?”

“I’m the leader, remember?” The dark prince suppressed a chuckle. “Your all-knowing leader,” he teased outright before extending him a hand. “Come on, hop on.”

“Are you sure, great leader?” Grinning widely, Chris took his hand. “Wouldn’t you rather have someone less impertinent? More feminine, with a tighter ass—”

“Not to mention younger.”

“Not funny, lover.” Piqued in spite of himself, he straddled Duncan. “Are you going to make age an issue, now?”

“I will if you don’t get my cock up your ass.”

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“Impatient?” So Chris spread his buttocks and pushed down.

“So much that if you don’t hurry up, you’ll be the one thrown out tomorrow, while I do some reconnecting of my own.” The shaft had little trouble finding its way inside.

Small wonder! After all the time it’s been there, it probably knows the way blindfolded. “Too late, lover.” Screwing it to the hilt was no effort either. His rear was well trained to enlarge at the slightest provocation, and just the prospect of having Duncan, made it ten times its original size. Once he felt it firmly planted inside, he leaned down to reach the prince’s ear. “But I’ll be sure to save a piece for you,” he whispered hotly. “No vital organs, just her ass and maybe her mouth.”

“Which will be unusable after you’re done with them.” Now all inside, Prince Caldwell had no trouble ramming his behind as he pleased. With fierce shoves, he tried getting past the balls, impossible, to stuff beyond the available space.

“You can bet on it.” Still lying close to Duncan’s ear, Chris swung his hips in the hope he could create more room where he already knew there was none. The marble piece had taken it all, and the tight squeeze on its long length was proof enough. “I’ll take her ass so hard, I’m not sure I’ll manage to save it.” Then the image of Ylianor’s magnificent backend filled his mind until the urge to come became uncontrollable. Straightening, he clutched his own shaft, jerking it in tune with the pumping.

“It’s unbelievable.” Prince Caldwell chuckled as he increased the tempo, not to mention the fire in his derriere, as their flesh rubbed faster together.

“What is?”

“How fucking hot she makes you.”

He was so damn right the spill started before Chris became aware he was bursting all over Duncan’s chest. But he returned in time to feel the prince shuddering in the throes of his own pleasure, until nothing was left to do, except collapse on him and let their energy take over.

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“This place is stopping me,” Chris confessed at last. “It gives me the creeps.” He drew away further. “It’s so full of memories—good and bad—that I can’t wait to leave it.” His gaze shifted to the firm buttocks, which he slapped mercilessly. “You can call me superstitious, but I don’t want to have sex with you while we’re here.” He started withdrawing his hand, but Duncan caught it. “I keep thinking it might end badly, like it happened before.”

“We were kids then.” No, he did not allow Chris to halt the sensual play in her ass, not when his cock was growing despite the words coming out of his mouth. Instead, he slammed it back in the narrow hole, the style the angel loved best, and was rewarded by an evident twitch of the impressive piece.

“I know.” Surrendering, Chris went along with the prince’s decisive slides. “Still I loved the sex, the phase and all, as much as I hated the misery that followed, and fucking with Carl only made it worse.” The hand now moved on its own. “So I’d rather remember the good times and have sex with you once we’re out of here.”

“Totally agree with you, Angel, but what about her?” His gaze still on the blue-gray eyes, Duncan sank three fingers, then waited for her soft whimper to abate. “She’s got nothing to do with it, and you’re dying for some good sex.” He glanced briefly at the huge constriction that was about to burst out of Chris’s pants. “And you know none of us can afford to be so tense…” Particularly where the princess is concerned. From Chris’s expression, he knew the angel had caught his worry. The last time they had gone without sex, one of Ylianor’s guests had almost caused Chris’s father a heart attack.

“What are you suggesting?” Switching mood, the angel was suddenly attentive as he dug deeper in Ylianor’s rear.

“You and I don’t touch.” Grabbing the princess’s hips, he dragged her between them. “We won’t even take her together to avoid any contact.” He spread her buttocks. “And since you think that spontaneous sex is bad for you, I’ll order you what to do.” The urge to take Chris’s cock out and ram it into the welcoming butt was irresistible, so Duncan looked away. “Deal?” It was a novel idea for sure, never had the prince thought to command Chris in bed or out of it, for that matter.

“What would you have me do first?” Flashing blue-gray eyes confirmed the excitement was mutual.

“Lick her ass for starters.”

“She doesn’t need it. She’s wet enough to—”

“I said lick her goddamn ass.” True to his intentions, he did not push his angel’s head, simply used his tone in such a way Chris could not refuse.

Deliberately slow and defiant, Chris lowered his head until his tongue tip flicked on the tiny entrance.

“Deeper, Angel.”

Instead, Chris settled for a rimming, lavishly displaying his tongue as it circled the constricted borders lusciously.

“I suggest you start obeying, if you’re planning on screwing her ass any time soon.”

The tongue immediately disappeared inside the opening, swallowed up instantly.

“That’s better.” Grinning, Prince Caldwell watched the seductive play in and out of the tender hole. “Now turn her on her back.” As Chris complied, Duncan moved to her feet and gestured for the angel to switch sides so that his crotch was directly above Ylianor’s mouth.

Enormous green eyes followed their shifting around, her muscles so tense, for a moment Duncan feared she would snap. Undoubtedly, the arousal was hitting her worse than either him or Chris. Still, she had better sense than talk, simply lay there waiting for instructions.

“Can I at least have her mouth?”

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“Yeah, Max, tell him how much you’re dying for a good suck.” Dragging Ylianor back on the couch, Duncan heard the ripping noise that told him Chris was using his knife to remove the top half of her clothes. But he was so good that the prince saw no blade except a rapid glint of metal. “Which is precisely what I’m going to get right now.” Reclining on his side of the couch, the angel allowed merely a glimpse of Ylianor’s firm breasts and taut nipples before pushing her head down on his crotch.

“Hem…” Licking his lips nervously, Max sat on the edge of his seat. “I’d like to help, Lord Templeton, if you don’t mind.” Rain beating hard against the windowpanes was keeping the same tempo of Max’s heart—for sure.

“Mind?” One hand taking out the enormous piece from his pants, the other holding Ylianor’s head down, Chris winked at Max. “You can only improve her worthless performance.”

“Be careful, Lord Templeton.” She snarled softly. “My performance may have surprising side effects.” At the cold sound of her teeth snapping together, Duncan was certain every man there imagined the terrifying bite on their cocks.

“I wouldn’t dare if I were you.” Pushing her back, Chris covered her entirely. “Or you might not have a life to regret it.” The threat was so realistic the prince felt the shiver running down Ylianor’s back. “Now shut up, dearie, and suck.” A forceful tug and the princess was on the floor once more, her mouth clogged by Chris’s giant equipment.

Duncan’s erection jerked. Damn! His two lovers were making it impossible to keep a straight mind, though they were not immune to their own game. Besides the stiff rod sliding down her throat, Prince Caldwell perceived her wetness, the melting of her senses as the angel kept her on the target. For the first time ever, he wanted to see their knife game, a thought he quickly suppressed. It had nothing to do with the here and now, an irrational desire he was sure he would forget once the evening was over.

Max had found enough courage to reach Chris’s side. That he was dying for a taste of the angel was evident from the avid gape at watching the mouth pumping, until he fell on his knees and darted out his tongue.

Chris yanked Ylianor’s hair to keep her away from his erection and give Max the chance to swallow it, which he did with a loud groan. Unsurprisingly, the intake had a calming effect that influenced also the weather, quieting down the electrical currents that had been disturbing it. Clouds disappeared the same way the long stem did inside the young man’s capacious cavity, to re-emerge a few seconds later as Max took a deep breath of air. Then with a generous suck, he gulped the fat crown, and his lips traveled down to the base again.

The blue-gray eyes’ smug expression locked on Prince Caldwell. Their game was working to perfection, a bit too much for Duncan’s cock demanding his share of fun.

“What are you waiting for, my leader?” Of course, the angel had no trouble reading his craving. “I know you prefer women, so you are welcome to her if you want.” Then he slammed her head back down to engage her in a competition with Max. “Though not her mouth at the moment.”

“I’ll settle for her ass, then.”

“Hey, not fair!” Chris sounded angry.

“Have a problem with it, Angel?” Getting up, he reached Ylianor’s backend.

“I…” Chris’s breath died in his throat the moment Duncan bared her ass and slapped the firm buttocks. “No, of course not.” He was anything but convincing, which worked in the way of the general arousal.

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“You’re good with your mouth, Max.” Fetching Ylianor’s head buried in the man’s crotch, Chris brought it up to nuzzle Max’s neck. “But I want something more.” Then he trailed her face down Max’s chest, delaying so she could suck the hard nipples jutting from the fabric. “And your ass is exactly what I’d like.” The angel’s hand clutched one of Max’s buttocks possessively.

“Oh, I…I don’t know, Lord Templeton.” Breathing hard, Max raised his gaze to Duncan. “I mean—”

“The leader won’t mind.” Interpreting Lord Lenz’s glance, Chris flipped him on his back. “He knows you like men.” Stripping his ass took a second at most. “As an added bonus, she’ll keep sucking you.”

“She will?” This seemed to comfort Max tremendously.

“Yes, she will.” The finality in Chris’s tone left no doubt she would comply. “We’ll just have to find a workable position—”

“That’s simple.” Pulling out of the snug hole, Duncan picked up the princess and laid her on the couch. It was high enough for him to take her rear while standing up, thus leaving her mouth free for Max’s stuffing.

“Right.” Chris’s eyes lighting in pleasure, he made Max lean down on Ylianor’s body, practically crushing his face to her cunt as his hard shaft disappeared inside her mouth.

From above the couch, Duncan locked gaze on Chris and did not leave it, not even when he raised Ylianor’s legs and slammed into her not-so-narrow hole. Her dripping wetness gliding to her butt was a further come on, much like the sight of Chris sticking the tip of his erection in Max’s constricted opening. And the blue-gray eyes confirmed the level of excitement was rising fast, so fast it would be hard to avoid coming any time soon.

Duncan spread Ylianor’s legs in the air. The sight of his cock smashing her open diverted Chris’s attention, too, though it was nothing compared to the effect of seeing Max’s tongue reach her cunt and lick it lavishly. This was the end of the line for his princess, her scream ringing in his head, and also in the angel’s, judging from his grimace, which did not decelerate either his ramming or Chris’s. In fact, they were keeping the same rhythm, and the crammed behind squeeze was becoming unbearable on both sides, mixing with her continuous come that convulsed her body at every lap on the tender clit.

“You first, my leader.” Chris’s challenge was hoarse and raw with the need to come himself.

“Me?” He burst following one last forceful thrust into her exquisitely cramped space. “What about you?” So Chris did, too, practically the same moment he did.

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“The training is finally working.” Duncan stuck a finger in her ass that opened to receive more. “We might just get the slave we always wanted.”

“You mean the one who doesn’t turn things against her master and services his needs exactly the way he wants them?” Drawing back from the thick piece he was clasping, Chris sniggered.

“Ah-ha, so she tricked you, too?” The fingers increased to two, then three.

“There’s no end to her damn tricks, lover.” Yanking her hair, Chris threw back Ylianor’s head to stare in her eyes. “But I never thought you had the nerve to do it to your primary master.”

“Oh, she did and shamelessly, too.” He increased the pressure on her rear. “Playing me like I was a first-timer discovering his Virt of sharing feelings.”

“Didn’t go any better with me.” Chris pressed her neck back to her task. “Mocking me with her master bullshit until she got exactly her way.”

“I say she deserves punishment.” In spite of his words, his hand slipped under her belly as she continued to suck the demon’s now huge shaft. “A rich one…” The sensual glide from her cunt to her clit was about to make her come. If only the prince insisted a little more on the swollen knot above her trap, she would have no problems in—

“Without her coming.” Chris’s soft snarl caught her off guard.

How did the demon always manage to read her body so clearly?

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“So where do we go from here?” The demon rolled on a side to stare at her in particular.

“Depends on what you want to do.” Duncan chuckled softly, shifting his position to move closer.

The prince was on her opposite side, sprawled on the same wooden pier above the lake they had reached on their way to the Blandry District. Green, luscious vegetation down to the water, the lake was so wide it was difficult to see form one shore to the other.

“Oh, I have a couple of ideas.” The demon snarled.

“Hey, didn’t you have a date or something?” The leader’s sarcasm laced every word.

“I thought I did.” Chris, instead, did not bother to conceal it. “But someone hasn’t made up her mind yet.” Rather nuzzled the nape of her neck before biting hard.

“About what?” The light tease turned definitely sexier with Duncan’s hand insinuating between her closed legs to pry them apart.

“Nothing we should be discussing in front of a slave.” Chris’s hand slipped beneath her pants, gliding on the sweat she was hoping Stella would dry. “And a dirty one at that.” Without warning, Chris picked her up and flung her into the lake.

The fresh water cooled her boiling flesh immediately as she fell down to the bottom. Not deep enough to pose a problem for an able swimmer like her, as she pushed up to rise to the surface again. Just in time, too. Chris and Duncan, completely naked, were diving in, to get her probably. “Oh, no, you don’t.” Laughing, Ylianor began swimming away, but the wet clothes slowed her down.

“How can you possibly think a slave can escape her masters?” The prince was the first to grab Ylianor’s ankle and glide her to him.

“Not in a million years.” Reaching them, the demon signaled to get closer to shore. “Particularly when her services are required.” Then he took her from the leader’s hands.

“I don’t—”

“Shut up.” Playfully pushing her head below the water, Chris effectively closed her mouth. “Slaves don’t talk.” He reminded pulling her up again.

“Just don’t drown her before we’ve used her, Angel.”

“Not a chance, lover.” Approaching the pier’s pole, Chris straightened and picked her up. “I have every intention of keeping her busy for a while.” Then he started undressing her. With Duncan’s help, he got her naked in a minute, throwing her clothes on the platform above their heads. Then she was obliged to kneel, with the water circling her waist for the very obvious purpose of sucking them.

“You know, Angel, I’ve got a great suggestion on how to celebrate our victory over Virtus.” He pushed her head on his stirring cock, which left her no choice except to swallow it whole.

“I’m all ears.” It was Chris’s turn, yanking her hair to have her focus on his demanding piece. Already bigger than Duncan’s she gagged on it.

“You could get pledged.” The prince returned her mouth to his equipment. It was getting bigger with every lap and increasingly harder to draw all the way to the balls.

“What a novel idea!” Before he could grab her hair again, she bobbed to Chris’s shaft, the pungent odor driving her crazy now. “Why didn’t I think of it before?”

“Because you don’t like women, remember?” Duncan’s hard cock, instead, made her clit throb furiously the moment her tongue wrapped around the firm length.

“Almost forgot.” Chris chuckled, which did not restrain his forceful shoves in her yielding cavity.

“But since you can only pledge to women—”

“I suppose I’ll have to find a suitable one.” The demon’s erection reached her throat again. She would have jumped back had he not held her head in check. As usual, he loved to fuck her mouth, literally. “But where am I going to find one on such short notice?” And it spun her craving to the stars.

“Well, there’s a whole bunch of them at the Hall—the Ellis sisters for instance.” If Prince Caldwell was gentler, he was no less demanding of her skills. The fat crown plunging deeper than she would have consented was proof enough.

“Sure, if I only knew which one to choose.” Chris and Duncan both laughed. She had heard them joke about the Ellis sisters while riding, so knew exactly what opinion they held.

“They weren’t bad, though only as a pair,” Prince Caldwell confessed. So he had slept with both. Again, something she had learned from their exchanges.

“Then I’d have to take them both, which frankly doesn’t seem like much of an alternative.” Swinging her head on him, Chris pretended a hard intake and a vigorous lick, also to the balls, before releasing her head. “Besides, we’d have to reach the Hall just to choose a woman, and I wouldn’t want to waste my leader’s precious time on something so trivial.” It was only momentary. Gripping her neck, Ylianor had to choke on him once more. “Don’t you have someone closer?”

“Mmmm…” On Duncan’s cock, she took her time to pamper it lavishly, getting wetter at the thought of what it could do to her. “I might.”

“Do tell.” The demon’s shaft heightened the sensation of moistness between her legs, which had nothing to do with the water stroking the delicate folds.

“I will, but first I need a change of services.” By now they were both so swollen Ylianor had no doubt they would bust if things remained the same. So she was not surprised when he picked her up and edged toward the pier.

Evidently understanding the leader’s intentions, the demon followed him, trapping her between them. Duncan leaned against the pole, then brought her pussy down on his erection. The first impact left her breathless. To have him again inside her was too good to be true. With a twisting rotation, she facilitated his penetration, enjoying every second of the slow screwing, made harder by the upright position. And without fail, Chris was already working on her ass, sticking two wet fingers in it to have it yield at his command. Well, he need not worry. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, if not more, and her butt opening wide to his solicitations was proof enough.

“Fuck!” Never slow to catch things, it took a mere second for the demon to understand. “Never thought she’d want it so bad in her ass.”

“She can’t get enough in her cunt either.” The prince was totally right. Her slit had reached his balls. Still, she pushed down to have more.

“Now what were you proposing, lover?” A hard shove, demon-style, and Chris got as deep as claiming her guts.

“I know this girl…” Holding her buttocks, Duncan slid her up and down for both their benefits. “Not very clear origins, but she was recently adopted by a very influential family.”

“How influential?” Chris’s cock scorched her behind with its forceful thrusts, as if it could get any further than her guts and his balls.

“Is close to the leader enough for you, Angel?” But the stiff erection pumping her front combined the two sensations into a single unbearable one.

“Could be.” Despite the precarious position, the demon—Damn him!—managed to ram her rear as though he were absolutely comfortable. “As long as she’s not a servant’s daughter or worse…” Now his hot breath tickled her ear. “A worthless slave.”

Shivers of pleasure running down her spine made her fear she would lose it. Instead, she knew she had to hang on to the end of their discussion.

“As I said, her origins are unclear, but the adoption takes care of any negative implications about her birth.” Also for Prince Caldwell, it was getting harder to resist. She felt it in his rapid breathing and his acceleration.

“I suppose you’re right.” At her back, Chris’s thick tone was another sure sign he was close to his own edge. “So given the circumstances, she’d be just grateful to receive an offer from an important family—”

“One of the highest ranking in the High Council.” The pounding escalated all together, ass and cunt hammered by the two rigid pieces breaking her apart in their race for release.

“Right, so she wouldn’t dare refuse a lord—”

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“What could you possibly offer that might interest me?” The sarcastic curve of his lips indicated he did not care for anything from her. “Or that I haven’t taken already?”

“A clean slate.” At the words, his expression changed radically, so she moved nearer, her face just a few inches away. “From now on, no more recriminations about the past, no recriminating some of your most…despicable deeds. I’m not going to look back anymore, only forward. I want to make a fresh start with you, Demon.” Like a misty vapor, her breath played on his face. “What’s done is done. We both hurt each other for various reasons, and he was just one of them, but now no more.” She squeezed his hand. “You are my future, my master in and out of bed…” My mate, eventually. “And I won’t question you anymore.”

“Is this another of your tricks?” Twisting her arms behind her back, Chris crushed Ylianor against him, digging the rose-shaped bracelet into her wrist.

“No tricks, handsome demon.” They were so close they might as well kiss, so she had no compunctions in brushing her lips against his. “I…” She swallowed hard, so hard it hurt. Sure, the prince had said it would be a plunge without a safety net, and the fear Chris might turn her deepest feelings into a weapon pressed at the back of her throat in a tight lump. Still, it had to go, or she would never get anywhere. “I love you, and I don’t care if you love me or not. What you’ve been giving me lately is more than enough—”

“Enough to pledge to me?”

“Hem…about that…” Not quite. “Once we’re done with this mission and found our answers, we can all talk about it.”

“What’s there to talk about?” He tightened his grip, and she winced from the pain. “It’s a simple yes or no answer.” Which did not induce him to ease the pressure.

“It’s not because of you…” But because of him. Then at his frown, she tried to unfasten her arms, and mercifully he let them free. “I don’t mean to say no, but saying yes wouldn’t be…” Fair? Balanced? “Enough.” She took his beautiful face between her palms. “Please trust me on this one.” Kissing him full on the mouth, her tongue tried to open it. He did not allow her, so she ended up tracing the edges of his thin lips. “I have only our best interests at heart.” Since he did not respond, she lowered her head on his chest, depositing a series of soft kisses on it. “Yours…” His nipples taut, she paused to nibble them, both in turns. “His…” Further down, her lips traveled to his flat stomach. “And especially mine.” Finding the real target, her mouth closed on it, running down the length of what was fast becoming as stiff as stone.

If he thought of stopping her, gulping down the tip of his erection probably dissuaded him. So she wanted to make it extra good. As her tongue curled around the fat crown trying to reach her throat, she began also a hand slide on the rigid stem, the part that could not fit inside. He was too big anyway. Her small mouth could never hope to swallow him whole, however hard she tried. Still, she was determined to suck him dry, drink his every drop until nothing remained. Oddly, it was her necessity—to satisfy him. And no, having said she loved him had nothing to do with it.

Crunching the hot rod between her cheeks, she felt the veins about to explode. Truth was—she missed the sex, too, and all the hurried time on the road was getting in the way of what she wanted to express to both her men, which was more complicated than mastering the rebellious cock trying to take the plunge, despite her tongue blocking the way.

She coughed, jumping back, but he was quick to push her head over the pulsating piece. Her tongue slid down to the balls, wrapped around both briefly before returning up to the tip, leaving her hands to take care of the rest. As they increased the steady rhythm, her bracelet bobbed frantically, while his shaft twitched in the characteristic way that signaled his climax. His breathing short, she would have fulfilled her wish had the prince not come up on them.

She did not see him, merely felt his presence as he swept her away with a single kiss—for such was Chris and Duncan’s melting of senses that plummeted her into a heated vortex, their tongues mixing with the marble equipment shoving to get all the way inside. Prince Caldwell’s taste inexorably blended with Chris’s pungent flavor, to the point she could not distinguish one from the other. Then the excitement grew to a spasm the second the demon caught on to her presence in the seductive exchange, and it was his undoing.

In convulsive jets, he flooded her mouth, an endless river so dense it overflowed and almost gagged her on its way to her stomach—so abundant she had to swallow repeatedly to avoid it trickling out her mouth.

“This is a damn good wake-up, if I say so myself.” Licking his lips with a satisfied grin stamped on his face, Chris glanced first at Ylianor, then at Duncan. “And your timing couldn’t have been better.” Then he picked up Ylianor and crushed her against him to whisper in her ear. “Yeah, you’re getting way beyond the skin level, practically reached the core.”

Was it a declaration of love? She only knew her heart beat so frantically it threatened to burst out of her chest and land at his feet, no, at both their feet now that the prince bent over and captured her lips, sticking his tongue inside for a long sweep that enflamed her desire, as though there was any need.

“What have you done to her, Angel?” Playfully, Duncan squeezed her left breast. “Never seen her so hot for us.”

“Or so compliant.” Sliding her down his legs, Chris returned her to her original position.

“But on your knees this time.” Quick to catch the drift, the leader pushed her head on the stirring bulge, already itching to prove its consistency. “I want that magnificent ass of yours up in the air.”

She obeyed readily. Truth was—she could not wait for them to take her. Together or separately, she wanted them to stuff her every hole. And seeing the demon attacking the prince’s hard cock with a furious lick and a sudden intake made her certain she would get something soon.

When? When? Her cunt beat impatiently. It seemed like ages since they had sex together. Now she craved whatever she could get from the two most exciting men of the world.

“The training is finally working.” Duncan stuck a finger in her ass that opened to receive more. “We might just get the slave we always wanted.”

“You mean the one who doesn’t turn things against her master and services his needs exactly the way he wants them?” Drawing back from the thick piece he was clasping, Chris sniggered.

“Ah-ha, so she tricked you, too?” The fingers increased to two, then three.

“Oh, she did and shamelessly, too.” He increased the pressure on her rear. “Playing me like I was a first-timer discovering his Virt of sharing feelings.”

“Didn’t go any better with me.” Chris pressed her neck back to her task. “Mocking me with her master bullshit until she got exactly her way.”

“Without her coming.” Chris’s soft snarl caught her off guard.

How did the demon always manage to read her body so clearly? “Otherwise her ass will be too wet for a decent fuck.”

“Insatiable angel.” Duncan chuckled.

“Sorry, lover.” One last long intake of the bulging head poking his nose, then Chris got up. “This is too good to pass up.”

So they switched positions, the demon going behind her, the prince plopping down on the free seat and forcing her head on his demanding shaft. That they treated her as an object was exactly what she wanted. In bed, she was learning it was the best way to get more out of them, also because their command was always illusory. Then again, it was all a game, which worked for all of them, so she raised her buttocks higher to facilitate Chris’s aim.

If she expected no sort of preparation, which was his style, she was wrong. He used her cunt’s wetness to drench the edges of her narrow hole, sticking two fingers in her slit, then doubling back until a suffocated moan escaped her lips.

“Mmmm…I thought the purpose was for you to have fun in her ass, not for her to come even before you took it.” Keeping her head down on his enormous piece, Duncan’s hips rose to dig into her mouth.

“You think she’s that close?” It was a rhetorical question, of course, considering how the demon was always one step ahead of her.

“I don’t see how she can last one second more.” Still, he made it his business to delay it by yanking her head up to stare in her eyes. So you told him, Princess.

She held his gaze. Told him what?

“Hey, no talking to the slave,” Chris cut in. “Or did I forget to tell you about the new rule, lover?”

That you love him. “You must have, Angel.” The demon’s cock penetrated to the balls…no, judging from the constriction, they had managed to slip through.

How could he possibly know? She took a deep breath to allow her behind to adjust to the suddenness of the intake. One thing for sure, it could never become large enough to get used to the pressure.

I don’t need to hear it. He chuckled in her head. It’s enough to see how different the two of you are.

But he didn’t even comment.

Do you need him to?

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MMF PG Sensual (681 Chris & Ylianor’s kiss)

When he caught Carl’s gaze fixed on him, Chris hurried to get off Black and run to Ylianor’s side. “Let me help you down, sleeping beauty.”

“I’ll make it worth it. I promise.”

“There’s a follow-up? Next time I want to have sex with you, I’ll be sure to call Carl.”

“Shut up and close your eyes before I change my mind.”

Naturally, she complied immediately, so he bent over to claim her lips, at least for starters. But it went far beyond his expectations. Like before the pledge in front of his father, he meant it as a show for Carl. So damn it, why did she manage to turn it into so much more? Safe to say, the kiss caught him off guard. Not that he planned to be more romantic. He just did not have the impulse to devour her for a change. His fire restrained, he melted in her taste and smell, for once giving her the same treatment he reserved to Duncan alone, exposing a sweeter side he had carefully concealed from her. If he had to rationalize it, he would have been hard pressed to come up with a plausible motivation. Instead, he lowered his barriers, dissolving their boundaries to be one with her. Yes, it went beyond any need to impress Carl. He was going for her essence, reaching a new depth that was unbearably blissful.

She clung to him tighter, as though afraid the magic moment would end. Too late he realized she wanted to play a little game of her own. When he was about to pull away, she linked minds with Prince Caldwell, bringing him inside the heated exchange.

Blasted witch! Now she had fucked him good and proper. As his lover’s unique blend hit his every sense, Chris’s cock stiffened to a spasm, his control suddenly blown away with the jumble of emotions crowding his perceptions. Lost in Duncan’s kiss, with Ylianor flattened between them, tongues twisted, fire clashing against the cooler energy wrapping everything, Chris smashed sleeping beauty to him, hungry and thirsty for the prince inside her, wanting only to strip naked and have sex.

Then for sure Carl won’t ever leave you alone, Angel.

The throaty whisper crossing his mind was surely his imagination telling him it was time to pull away before he really lost it for good. With an effort, Chris let Ylianor go. “Now who’s the bastard?” He breathed hoarsely in her ear, placing her hand on his crotch and squeezing the straining bulge. “See what you’ve done?”

“Me?” She giggled. “You wanted the show, remember?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Damn right I do.” He swept her mouth again, this time more forcefully, with the intensity driven by his twitching shaft demanding attention, which did nothing to assuage the craving, rather increased it. So he broke it off again, reluctantly turning to face Carl’s angry scowl as he approached. At least his charade proved effective, and he relished reading the mix of jealousy and surprise, among others, which flashed in the blue eyes.

“If you’re quite through…” Uncomfortably sarcastic, Carl sneered. “Perhaps I can show you to your quarters.”

MMMMMF (605 @Carl w/servants)

One moment he was in the spacious bedroom, driving his cock into the yielding flesh he had leaned against a wall and held up in his arms, sucking the pointy nipples in front of his mouth. The next, he was in a cramped quarter, three narrow cots lined up to a side under a tiny window, a fireplace opposite them, a small cabinet next to it. Yes, not the most comfortable surroundings, but Chris seemed at home with three young men whom the leader recognized from the dinner.

Blinking incredulously, Prince Caldwell stopped hammering. It could not be. What was happening was simply unbelievable and without explanations. Was he there in the flesh or just in spirit? Was he actually seeing his angel about to start his orgy or was he imagining it?

No, we’re actually seeing him. Ylianor’s soft voice put one doubt to rest. And he can see us, too.

Raising his gaze, the prince caught the flash of confirmation in the blue-gray eyes staring directly at him.

Well, there was no end to the strangeness.

Or to the Virt. She chuckled.

It must be your doing, Princess. Breathing, he realized his shaft was still hard, stone-like to be precise, and still drowning in her. Never happened to us alone.

I think it was more of his doing, when he opened up like he did, pulling us inside his core. She looked up and intercepted Chris’s gaze. He wants us here, evidently.

But you’re the link. He had no material evidence to sustain his claim. It just felt like a truth.

Does it matter who’s responsible, my love?

No, of course it made no difference, not to his cock throbbing painfully now that two of the servants—one dark, the other red-haired—dropped to the floor to pull down Chris’s pants and litigate his swollen piece among them. The third, a blondish guy, removed the angel’s shirt and sucked his nipples lavishly.

“Now the ass.” Chris accompanied the order with a vigorous push on the shoulders. The young man had no choice except to comply.

That his angel wanted it all was an understatement. He thrust his hips forward to tempt the two at his feet who took turns in swallowing him whole, if possible, while the other one was sticking his tongue tip right through the rear hole. It was so damn exciting Duncan wondered whether he would last at least as long as Chris. Luckily, from the blaze in the blue-gray eyes staring at him, the angel did not appear better off. Also his princess was having trouble, if the tighter squeezes on his equipment at each cock bobbing from one mouth to another were any indication, which made it necessary to slow things down. Taking the erection out of her silky trap, he brought her on the floor for a thorough drilling of her throat. As usual, she could not gobble it all, however wide-open her mouth was, much like the redhead at his angel’s service.

“Hey…” His gaze on the dark-haired, Duncan knew he was searching for a name.

“It’s Cully, sir.” Which the man immediately provided.

“Right, Cully, why don’t you hold…” Again, his angel faltered as he glanced at the redhead.

“He’s Jaylor,” the dark-haired servant provided patiently, as though he had already told Chris many times before. “And he’s Grain.” He indicated the blond at the angel’s butt.

“Got them.”

Sure you do, Angel. Come five seconds, you’ll have forgotten them. The prince was sure of it.

“So why don’t you hold Jaylor’s head still?” Well, maybe not since Chris managed to get the names straight.

“Gladly, sir.”

MMMF PG (528 Sendar’s way of life)

“All crap, if you ask me.” The angel snorted. “I know I couldn’t live without sex and limiting it to one person alone would kill me.”

“Hasn’t been my experience.” Max was quick to rebuff.

“Because you’ve lived alone and far away from everyone else.” Unruffled, Ylianor edged closer. “And your father’s example didn’t help either.” With a gentle touch, she stroked his face. “He was too afraid your grandfather’s influence would spoil you. Truth is—Dervin Lenz turned his back on our very way of life and expected you to do the same.”

“Just because he loved my mother to the point he couldn’t live without her doesn’t mean he denied—”

“None.”

“Yet did it prevent his cock from becoming stone hard? Did it prevent him from wanting to have sex with me?”

Max hesitated briefly. “No, it didn’t,” he had to admit at last.

“So you see—the two aren’t related.”

“What works for you doesn’t necessarily work for all.” Lord Lenz challenged. “From all I know, I share my father’s distaste for—”

“No, Max, you think you do, ‘cause you want to please him. But you’re different.”

“How can you be sure?” The soft brown eyes bore into hers.

“Because I was like you, scared of people and afraid of sex.” Without giving him time to reply, she pressed on. “I spent my teenage years alone and desolate. I didn’t have friends. I didn’t have a phase. I didn’t have sex. I didn’t have—”

“What changed?” Now she had his complete attention.

Easy, Princess. I wouldn’t want him to know about his Virt, not until we can train it properly.

ADULT MMF PG-13 (759 Chris & Ylianor dream)

Chris was an exceptional lover, when he wanted to be, though most of the times, he did not bother. People were so fascinated by him they would work their ass off to please him, his sole task to let them adore him like he deserved. With Duncan, naturally, it was completely different, the only exception Chris found worthwhile.

Now on the road to find the damn blonde who had a connection of her own to Virtus, he devised the perfect way to punish sleeping beauty for her latest challenges, even if carried out through dreams alone. So he bided his time in devising a way of taking his beloved dark prince away from her and all under her very nose, to seduce him into excluding her. And since the leader would never allow it, Chris’s aim was to distract him enough to forget about Ylianor entirely. Well, Chris had no doubt he could pull it off. He could be very…persuasive after all.

Plan hatched, he struck one night right after dinner, in front of the fire, ruffling Duncan’s long hair first. Being with Arthur had taught him the value of focusing on apparently innocuous details in order to beguile his prey before moving to more sexual parts. Not a great effort—he loved Prince Caldwell’s hair, which in the last year had grown even longer. Now sitting on the couch, with the leader sprawled on the carpet and leaning against him, Chris relished its silky texture as he brushed his fingers all the way down, below Duncan’s broad shoulders, sometimes bending over to bury his face in the thick black mass and breathe it deeply, when he was not kissing the wide-open lips passionately. His casual touch and lavish mouth pampering obtained the desired effect. Duncan relaxed, reclining his head in his hand and lap. This made Chris move on to the next step.

All in all, everything was under control, Prince Caldwell included, so Chris was about to surrender to the taste of victory when he raised his gaze. Fixed, Ylianor’s misty green eyes looked at him, fully aware of his game. In a single glance, she told him she understood what he was trying to do and why. In a single glance, she told him she knew exactly where all that pain came from. In a single glance, she told him she saw the small child he had carried for so long inside, still shivering behind his mother’s skirts. Yet, she did not despise him, did not turn away, did not deride him. And it was the end of him.

Awareness hit him hard like a blow to the stomach—Ylianor liked him anyway, above and beyond his viciousness, in spite of everything he had done or would do to her! There he was trying to punish her and all she could do was stare at him with an emotional load he was afraid to decipher, but which smelled unmistakably of love.

BDSM M/F (871)

“You’re lying.” So he was on her before she could get away, holding her from behind her chair and sliding the blade so close to her throat, one dip and it could have ended everything.

“So maybe I caught that last…scene.” Despite her gulping hard, there was no trace of fear, not in her voice, not in her steady gaze, not in her body that was tense, yes, but for entirely different reasons. They were too near anyway. Her fragrance was seeping down his senses and made his piece ache more with the craving to possess her. “Still doesn’t change a damn thing.”

“I don’t think it’s such a great idea to keep yapping your trap off.” He emphasized the words with a decisive gash on her arm, dipping the blade until a thin red line followed it.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You’re lying again.” Switching sides, he slashed the other arm. “‘Cause I can smell your fear miles away.” Licking his lips, he bent on her ear. “So much that summer day in Black Rose, I don’t know if I was more turned on by it or by him.” If it had come as a shock the first time Ylianor had suggested it, he had not been able to stop thinking it over and coming round to the idea things might have gone a bit differently from how he had pictured them for years.

“Then go ahead.” Ylianor straightened, strong again, and he was nowhere near breaking her. “Do it, so you’ll finally get rid of me.”

“That’s the problem, dearie.” So he eased the pressure, pulling her up to pin her to the wall. “I’m kind of getting used to having you around.” Another incision, this time on her side, left another bloody trail to stain her creamy skin. “And see you suffer.”

“Then you’ll have to cut deeper.”

“My pleasure.” Grinning widely, he went for her belly with two streaks separated by her navel.

She did not even blink.

“I guess you got too used to Virtus’s handling to appreciate mine.” So he carved again, right under her breast.

“What can I say?” An ironic snarl curved her lips. “He’s a better master and knows how to command my obedience.”

“Is he?” The thought bothered the fuck out of him, but he was damned if he would let her know. “You should’ve stayed with him.” He raised the tip of the bloody sharp blade and brought it to her throat again. “We certainly didn’t want you back.”

“Sure you didn’t.” His bluff did not impress her. “That’s why you fought over me.”

“Only because I had to make him reason.” Moving down, he circled her breasts with the knife, not striking though.

“With your cock shoving in his ass?” She snarled. “Must be scraping the bottom of the barrel if all you’ve got to convince a leader is forceful penetration.” She threw back her shoulders. “What happened to the love?”

“It’s right where yours will never be.” Maddened at the consideration, he slid the blade around the curve of one of her breasts, and finally she winced. “‘Cause masters never fall for their slaves.” Feeling the upper hand, he changed breast and repeated the procedure.

“Ha!” Acting brave, she arched her back in an open dare to take more of her. “As if I needed your love!”

“Not my love, perhaps.” So he did, mercilessly ripping from the breast to the hip. “But my approval for sure.” Then doubling back up, he switched sides to make the pattern perfect. “‘Cause I’m still the master here, and I call the shots.” Weighing against her, his lips reached her ear. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

Ylianor made no sound except for a choked gurgle Chris interpreted as a submission. That she was ready to surrender anyway seemed evident from the way her body went on swaying in open invitation, her muscles tensing spasmodically, her quivering flesh begging for more. Goddamn it! He wanted her more than anything, her scent and pliant skin going to his equipment to harden it in fierce hunger.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” Surprisingly, she got a hold of herself and drew back.

“A slave giving orders?” Whatever tricks she planned, he was ready for them. The distance between them gave him the chance to slide the blade on the whole of her, dipping here and there at random until her skin was literally dotted with red points. “Never heard of it.”

“Fuck off!”

“Fuck me, you mean.” He jabbed the free hand between her legs. “That’s all you want.” Sticky wet, like he thought, he penetrated her slit, then stuck his fingers in her mouth. “Now lick me clean before my knife decides to take a tour where it’s probably unwelcome.”

She hesitated, but as the blade slipped downward, quickly sucked off the honeydew clinging to them.

“Good girl.” Too bad she had done it in such a way, his erection had turned to stone imagining it was in the fingers’ place. So he pushed her on the bed, dropping the knife to the floor. “Now your ass.” Clutching her waist, he tried to roll her on her stomach. “Turn around.”

“No.””

Synopsis – short

Synopsis-2 – long

After Ylianor, turned little girl, is taken prisoner by Virtus before she can utter her pledge vows to Chris, a series of terrifying nightmares plague people. Duncan asks Chris to lead the Dream Chasers, a group of council members, with the power to stop the nightmares from spreading and inducing them to commit acts of violence. Ylianor is the main responsible and chasing her, Chris only misses her more. When the Dream Chasers are effective, Chris insists on waking Ylianor, while Duncan waits for a signthat finally comes from a young man they had known in Harbor Town. Ylianor’s re-awakening ends in a fight between the two lovers, with Chris taking Duncan’s ass by force. Enslaved, the leader realizes he has kept deliberately detached from his emotions, thinking they were a weakness. In his rush of awareness, Ylianor wakes up.

The re-awakening has the effect of separating the three lovers, each taken by their own guilt and remorse, until Duncan decides they have to get back together. Chasing after Carmel is his excuse to return on the road and settle their differences. His plan works. Then free to focus on their main task, they come upon Rikky, a young boy with a disturbed imagination that is expressed through horrible nightmares. Since he relies on Carmel’s help, Duncan suspects Rikky is part of the infamous Elected Group that influences Virtus somehow. After talking to Ylianor, Rikky falls in a coma, so they rush to the Southern District, where Maximilian Lenz, an old acquaintance of theirs, knows where Carmel is hiding. After a little sexual persuasion, Max takes them to Carmel, and she reveals she’s the Keeper. Together with the Elected Group, she keeps Virtus in check and doesn’t allow his explosions of violence to spill into the real world. While talking, Virtus attacks them. Chris will resolve the situation. His intuition that this evil creature isn’t the mechanical device set to safeguard their world against violent impulses, rather an artificial extension of Duncan, Chris and Ylianor, makes Virtus dissolve into nothingness. At the end of the fight, Carmel lies dead. Rikky, instead, wakes up from the coma.

The only thing left now is a real pledge. Ylianor has been postponing it, but now pressed by the two men, she confesses she wants to pledge to both, not just one. They accept and set off for the Nephis Valley. Once there, Duncan is kidnapped by the mechanical device that is the real Virtus. Computer Virtus he calls himself and reveals some of the secrets behind the way his world works. When he’s returned to his lovers, they can finally pledge their love to one another.

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