"I was not thinking of a cob instead of Reynaldo, but someone who would enhance our pairing. Help me find the right one. One to tempt him from Satrius--one he could not deny. Please."
"You ask a great deal, Martine."
"I know. I know he wants me, but he holds back. If we present him with something more, something he cannot deny, strong enough to turn him away from the evil. Offer him so much pleasure he is blinded by it. If Belinda is allowed to bear his child, the chasm of evil will rip wide open. Is that what you want?"
"No, of course not."
"You know the flocks better than I. Help me find the right cob who could bond with two others for a lifetime. One who is strong enough to help me woo Reynaldo away from his sinister lovers. Yes, he seems to want me, but it isn't enough." She again turned to scan the waters. "There must be one among the many--one who would welcome this strange pairing."
"You are asking that he submit to another. It will not be easy to find one that will accept the sharing of a pen. This is far beyond anything that has been attempted before. For you to share yourself between two--is this really what you want?"
She turned to look up at him. "I must pair with Reynaldo. To lose this chance, could mean all of our deaths." She touched her abdomen. "In here, I know this is right. What we plan is the path I must follow. That we must follow."
She looked beyond him into the cloudless, vibrant blue sky as though drawn into a trance, seeing a vision of the future. "A child created from this special pairing will be powerful enough to combat future evil. He will be embraced by white light stronger than any before it, with strength unmatched, a combining of powerful magic--cat and swan, loved and protected thrice. He will be accepted in both the worlds of human and shapeshifter alike. A force of white magic to be reckoned with as never before."
She again turned to look at him. "It must be a strong cob, not one who will submit. It is not a submissive male that is needed. That is not what Reynaldo seeks. It is why Satrius and Belinda have succeeded. They both reach down into the twilight shrouding his soul. We must reach down into the blackness to bring him the light. Until there is no corner inside him that is not illuminated, no place for Satrius and Belinda to find purchase. This I have seen. So it shall be. Will you help me?"
"You are the force to be reckoned with, Martine. I see in your eyes the truth of what you see. I will go to the flocks to see if the right cob for this unique pairing is among them."
"We do not have long, Arwen. We must find him soon, before it is too late."
As she watched, Arwen shifted into the form of a Trumpeter swan. Spreading his powerful wings, he left her as he glided across the waters to land in the very center of the lake. His strong bugle call went out and several of the larger cobs swam close, forming a ring around him.
One seductive bird might not be enough to tempt the appetites of the human shifter. But two might be just the right bait to lure him.
Reynaldo was no simple human with ordinary needs. He had the power of a shifter and the magic clung to him. She should have discerned that sooner. This was dangerous ground she was treading. This would be a true mating, not like the fucking with her captor in the other world. She had felt nothing but loathing for the man who withheld her swan cloak to imprison her.
She was a maiden, unmarried, but not unused. Her captor had long ago taken her virginity, but he had never captured her heart nor her soul. And he had never conquered her spirit.
After what she had suffered at his hands, she found herself unafraid to consider what had never been attempted before in pursuit of happiness. And of pleasure, if she were honest with herself.
She could only pray that she was not too late.
Chapter 3
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Satrius would not allow Reynaldo back into his bed until he presented himself to Belinda for the coupling. He wanted the relationship cemented. Not that he didn't get satisfaction from fucking her, but that flea-bitten mongrel was always with her. He never left her side.
Unlike his desire for Satrius, he had no interest in being touched by Wolfard. But he had to suffer his presence in these fucking sessions with Belinda because she wanted him--she wanted them both. And she wouldn't fuck Reynaldo unless Wolfard was with them as well. It didn't seem to matter what Reynaldo desired. She planned to use him as much as he would be using her. Once they created the child Satrius wanted, he doubted he'd be spending much time in her bed.
There was just something sinister about Wolfard that made him shudder every time he was near. He always had that feral, assessing look about him, as though he awaited a tasty meal in the form of Reynaldo.
It was near midnight and he had stretched out the time as much as he dared before going to her. He stopped at her door and glared down at the gleaming brass handle. Cocking his head, he listened, but all he could hear was the distant call of the swans. It made him think of her. The swan maiden.
He could see her before him even now in all her delicate beauty, with her cloak of swan feathers. Platinum hair as fine as fairy wings, falling to her calves, fluttering in the breeze like gossamer wings, eyes a crystal lake blue, gentle. In some way he felt cleansed when he thought of her and her brethren of swans.
Ever since her arrival, after those first few days when he had been so tempted by her, he had kept away from her, fearing the lure of her ethereal beauty would be too much.
Satrius wanted him to send her away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet. For some reason Satrius himself could not be in the same room with the Maiden and he tended to stay far away from the lake. It almost felt to Reynaldo that the swan magic was much more powerful even than Satrius, and he sensed some hesitancy in the magician when it came to the swans. He was adamant about wanting them gone, but appeared unable to force their departure himself.
Reynaldo would rather have been required to bed the maiden. He certainly would have preferred her to the witch Belinda. But he wanted Satrius more than either of the women and thus it must be Belinda. Bending to Satrius's will, he stood at the door to Belinda's bedroom and pushed away the thought of the perfect maiden and the blinding white heat that beckoned to him. He turned the brass handle of the door and stepped inside.
He waited a moment to accustom himself and allow his vision to adjust to the murkiness of the room. As he stood there, he could hear her moans of pleasure.
"Yes, like that," he heard her say. Then he heard a growl and knew who was with her. He moved closer to the bed. He saw her turn her head, her narrowed fiery gaze resting upon him.
Her pale thighs were splayed wide and he saw Wolfred bent forward, lapping at her pussy. Her hips rotated, forcing him deeper, as she stared at Reynaldo, her fingers entangled in his long ebony and silver hair.
Reynaldo felt his cock thicken against his thigh. He might not love her, but he wanted her. He should be the one between her legs, but even watching as Wolfred ate at her hot core had him burning to join them. All thoughts of the maiden were incinerated by the sight before him.
"We didn't think you were coming." She arched up again, her white skin flashing in the moonlight. "Wolfred thought to start without you."
Reynaldo removed his shirt and then dropped his trousers, after kicking off his boots. "I am here now."
"Wolfred, my lord wants a taste. He should appreciate how you've prepared me for him."
Wolfred glared up at Reynaldo, his face slick with her juices. He licked his lips and offered Reynaldo a wolfish grin. "She tastes good tonight." He shifted to the side, allowing room for Reynaldo on the bed.
Reynaldo wasted no time as he climbed between the witch's open thighs. He stared down at her stiff clit, her lush engorged pink labia lips, glistening with her juices. She arched up, offering herself to him. He dived forward, sinking his tongue deep inside her, sucking at her juices. Through his lust-laden brain he heard them both laugh, but it didn't matter. His cock burned to be inside her.
Her cream tasted of dusky magic, swirling around inside him,
magnifying the need to possess her, the intimate cream acting like an aphrodisiac magnifying his lust. The witch belonged to him, a gift of Satrius.
One more swipe with his tongue and he lifted his head to looked at her. She was busily engaged in servicing Wolfred's cock as he straddled her, pumping his thick tool in and out of her mouth. Reynaldo could hear her moans of appreciation as she sucked at his length.
He swiped a tongue across her slit as he stared at the lean, muscled ass of the shifter being serviced by his witch lover. His cock thickened at the view laid out before him. The rush of lust split him open. He wanted to sink his cock not in the woman opened to him, but the ass of the shifter, undulating and beckoning to be taken.
Unable to help himself, he reached out to knead the hard cheeks, liking the feel of him, but also enjoying the taste of the witch. Raw desire grabbed hold of him.
Wolfred glanced behind him and Reynaldo met the assessing gaze of the predatory mongrel. His grin was one of wolfish delight.
"Do you want to fuck me, my lord? Would you prefer my ass to our witch's hot little cunt?"
Reynaldo refused to answer the challenge. He refused to acknowledge that was exactly what he wanted to do. In his many sexual encounters with the pair, he'd never wanted Wolfred before. Why tonight did he seem so appealing?
Wolfred turned back to Belinda. "Make it hard. Your lapcat wants some fucking from me. Since I am not allowed in your pussy, I think I shall oblige him tonight. While he's enjoying your body."
"Mmm," was the only sound that came from Belinda as she sucked at his prick.
Reynaldo felt the bed shift as Wolfred rose and walked to a shelf on the other side of the room. Reynaldo glanced up at Belinda and she beckoned to him. She licked her lips and smiled.
"Come here. Let me feel your cock inside me. Tonight you shall truly belong to me. You will fuck me as my pet fucks you."
He wanted to resist her, but tonight more than at any other time, he wanted what she offered. He glanced over at Wolfred who was greasing his cock, readying to split him open. He could not stop thinking about that huge tool breaking him apart and tunneling deep inside his rectum.
Quickly he rose over Belinda and pressed the tip of his throbbing penis against her slick opening. Her flesh accepted him, opening and conforming to his length and width, gloving him, sucking him in. He reached up to finger her hard nipples, then cupped and dropped to suck one rosy bead into his mouth.
"Yes," she gasped, as his cock sank deeper inside her.
And then he felt Wolfred return to the bed and climb behind him. He gasped when he felt well oiled fingers stroke across his anus, pressing past the ring of muscle and lodging deep inside. There was nothing inside his head but the need to fuck and to be fucked by this pair.
He sucked harder on Belinda's nipple, gripping with his teeth and twisting the way she liked it. She jerked and arched, driving him balls' deep into her clutching body.
He felt Wolfred position his thick penis and press inward. Yes, damn him, yes. He needed him to wedge that blasted cock all the way in. He began to move, to thrust and retreat from Belinda's body, driving Wolfred's cock home and then retreating.
Wolfred's fingers dug into his hips as he sank into Belinda's welcome channel. Then Wolfred embedded his own cock to the hilt inside his colon.
Reynaldo lifted his head and a cat scream of animal pleasure erupted from his throat at being claimed so completely. Why had he waited to allow this? The intensity was almost more than he could handle. He lifted his head and sealed his lips with Belinda's, sinking his tongue deep into her mouth, slowing rocking his hips back and forth between Belinda's cunt and Wolfred's cock. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
Back and forth, again and again and again. He felt Wolfred's rod thicken inside his channel, as Belinda's pussy gripped his cock like a vise. The sensations drove him higher and higher until finally he toppled over the edge and his seed poured into Belinda's welcoming pussy. Within seconds Belinda screamed as she climaxed, and Wolfred was not far behind as he howled his own release.
Wolfred slipped free and Reynaldo collapsed to the side of Belinda, panting in the aftermath. Belinda stroked his chest, emitting a satisfied purr.
"I knew you could not deny us forever," she whispered against his chest. "Wolfred is very hard to resist, don't you agree?"
Reynaldo wanted to deny it. He had become so weak since the arrival of Satrius and Belinda. It seemed the longer they stayed in his home the less he was able to exert any sort of command over his body or his mind. Slowly they were drawing him down into their web and would consume him totally if he wasn't careful.
Suddenly Belinda rose up and claimed his lips, her nimble fingers going to his cock, stroking and pressing, forcing his response. And his rebellious prick again rose, thick and hard as though it had been weeks since he had fucked, rather than mere moments.
Belinda slid over him and sucked his cock into her greedy pussy. He gasped with the hot sensations of having his soul dragged from inside his body. She began to ride him in slow, undulating gyrations. His heart pumped like a man forced into a hard climb up a steep mountain.
He sensed movement on the other side of the room and, glancing over, saw Wolfred in his mangy wolf form lying on the wooden floor cleaning his own glistening cock. Wolfred stopped and looked up, his dark, predatory gaze tangling with Reynaldo's. Reynaldo could have sworn the wolf smiled before returning his attention to himself.
Reynaldo thrust up, sinking his steely cock deeper into Belinda, knowing he was being drawn into the black chasm of their seductive magic and soon any thought of retreat would totally be obliterated.
He felt her climax and his own followed quickly. He could think of nothing beyond the pleasure, beyond the decadence and numbing lust, more potent than all the wine in the cellars beneath his house. Willingly, he descended into the arms of their wicked seduction where there was no hope of escape--nor will to want it.
Chapter 4
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"I have found what you seek, Martine."
Almost a full week had passed since she had made the strange request of Arwen. She had begun to think there were none who would accept the odd pairing she proposed.
She rose from her nest hidden among the tall evergreens. "Where is he? Does he understand what is expected?"
She saw something flicker in his eyes just before he pivoted and walked away. "Come with me. You may decide if it will work."
Now she was curious and hurried after him along the packed dirt path leading to the lake edge. She stopped abruptly when she saw who awaited. "Arwen," she called uncertainly. "A moment."
He turned and strode back to her. She studied him for a long time, uncertain how to proceed, her whole body quivering with some alien emotion. He straightened his wizened shoulders and met her look of confusion. "You required something special. That is what I have brought you. They are unique in our world--a one-of-a-kind pair. They are the only ones left of their species."
"They are--they are--" She could not find words to describe what was presented. Such beauty and power as she had never encountered before. The energy of their unique magic reached out to her across the distance separating them. Her body trembled with desire such as she had never known before. Their sexual vibrations were stronger than anything she had ever encountered. Slowly she approached them.
There were two of them--both cobs. Both their demeanor and looks spoke of royalty. She turned to Arwen. "Where did you find them?"
"To be truthful, they found me. Word spread of your strange request. They have come from the mountains, from a distant, solitary place."
Martine turned to study the beautiful specimens of manhood waiting silently for her acceptance. They were peak dwellers, mostly found near the high mountain lakes in the colder climates. She had once heard of their kind, but many had thought they were just myths--stories to entertain. But here, standing before her was the truth to the myth.
Tall, elegant, sculpted muscles
, and pale as moonlight, with long, thick hair the color of snow, blended with streaks of ebony and firelight. They were as sirens to seafarers--almost gods of a sort among the feathered shifters. She had to touch them. She couldn't help herself.
Both had long, thick necks encased in tight, wide collars of feathers, containing the same colors as reflected in their hair. Broad single feathers floated downward at intervals from the collars. She reached the first one and looked up at him, mesmerized by the clarity and brilliance of his expressive eyes. They were amethyst jewels glittering in the sunlight, perfect and pure.
She turned to the other one, a twin but for his eyes, which were the turquoise depths of a deep Mediterranean sea. She felt gripped by their attention. Picked up and held close, stroked without touch. Ripping her gaze away, she swerved back to Arwen, her body humming with awareness.
"They're perfect. Maybe too perfect. They are a pair?"
Arwen nodded. "When they came to me, I knew they were special. Special enough to gain the interest of Reynaldo. And they hold much magic between them. Together with your magic, I believe it will be enough to overcome the web surrounding him."
She turned back to gaze at them. She could do it with this pair. A cob pair of royal ancestry. They had to be. "Their names."
"The purple-eyed one is known as Dion and the other is Renn. They speak telepathically, but are otherwise mute."
"Yes, this I know from the myths told of their species. Dion and Renn." She found it difficult to look away from them. She felt them pulling at her. "They will accept a pen into the pairing as well?"
"They have agreed. They understand our need."
Again, she broke her gaze away and turned to Arwen. "They want something in return."
He nodded. "They are the last of their kind as I have said. Their pen was murdered, thus ending any chance of a continuation of their line."
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