Two Beasts: A Dark Fairytale Menage Romance

by Dark Angel

  Vincent attempts to steal my foot from Nathan, but Nathan is grouchy and at first he squeezes my foot too hard… but then I think he remembers that it’s a foot and it’s tender, and he calms down and starts to do it just right.

  “Are you ticklish?” Nathan wonders aloud.

  “No…” I say, “Your fingers feel good,” I say. And he starts to massage my calves too. I suddenly crave his fingers all over my body.

  “Would you like a full body massage?” Nathan offers. Oh wow, I think he wins this round. I didn’t see that coming.

  I nod and get down on my knees and spread out on the blanket that we had sex on earlier and he gets on top of me, so his knees are on either side of me, and goes to town on my backside, his fingers pressing into some tender spots. I suppose even a queen can have stress. He is finding all of those spots and begins a marvelous massage as Vincent continues with my feet.

  “Oh…” I moan my pleased reaction. “This…feels…so good…” I say. “So good.”

  I feel Nathan’s hands sneak up my legs to my upper thighs and eventually he’s massaging my buttocks, and that feels really amazing.

  “Have you ever had a full body massage?”

  “Not in years,” I say, in total, complete ecstasy. “This feels amazing.”

  “You just relax and keep enjoying it then,” Nathan says. He starts to massage my upper shoulders, and then down to my back and back to my bottom again and his fingers touch the sides of my body near my tits and I start laughing.

  “She is ticklish,” Vincent realizes.

  “No!” I shudder and press my arms against the sides of my body to try and protect myself. “NO NO!”

  “I’m going to get you!” Nathan warns. “I’m going to get you – the tickle monster is going to get you!”

  “Nathan doesn’t,” I beg, and I’m already laughing just at the idea of being tickled. Vincent meanwhile is pleasantly kissing my feet. Why can’t Nathan be ore calm like him?

  Nathan always has to outdo everything – everything with him is a sport.

  “PLEASE!” I start begging as Nathan starts tickling me and I’m on my back now and he’s kissing me.

  “Oh my god, you are such a dick sometimes.” I giggle. I mean, I can’t believe how lighthearted this whole night is. The boys are joking, getting along, being themselves, and we’re all together. I will remember this perfect night forever.

  “Yup.” He doesn’t deny it, and speaking of dicks his is out of his pants again and hard as ever.

  Nathan slides his cock into me, sinking into me. He fills me up so perfectly and I pull him closer. I just want to feel him touching me as much as possible tonight. There’s some band in the garden playing a song, and it sounds familiar, and as Nathan continues to lick and suck my nipples, I realize what song he’s playing – it’s my song. It’s our song it’s Firefly.

  “What is that…is that…?” I ask and Nathan holds my hips now as Vincent comes behind me and slides his cock into my ass. He doesn’t go so fast that I can’t take him, but I can barely breathe when they both fill me up like this. I’m rocking back and forth between them in utter ecstasy, a queen between her kings.

  “Oh Nathan, Vincent…” I sigh.

  “I hope you don’t mind, I wrote lyrics for the song,” Nathan says, his words tickling against my skin where his face is buried in my neck.

  “That’s so…sweet…” I start crying. This is the single most sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And I hope Vincent doesn’t mind, but right now Nathan has my heart.

  “Oh Nathan…” I cry and sigh over his shoulder as I listen to a man beautifully serenade me with our song.

  In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly

  The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise

  Like a little firefly

  Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark

  She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart

  That lights up the firefly

  In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like

  Like I’m a firefly

  “You…wrote this?” I ask him.

  “You wrote the music…I wrote the lyrics..”

  In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly

  The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise

  Like a little firefly

  Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark

  She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart

  That lights up the firefly

  In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like

  Like I’m a firefly

  I just can’t breathe right

  Until the night

  Sets me free, I come alive

  Just like a firefly

  Such a sweet surprise

  To see her eyes light up like that

  Every time she’s in the room I feel like dancing

  You can’t help but notice

  She’s just like fire

  A firefly

  Nathan and Vincent both thrust harder and deeper into, rocking my body between them and making me shiver with need. I’m close to an orgasm and I feel them both rock hard inside me and know they are, too. I can still hear the singer crooning out the song. Our song.

  In her arms/I come alive/shine through the night/like a firefly

  The magic builds in her eyes/the best surprise

  Like a little firefly

  Just a part of the game, like a little flame, in the dark

  She keeps up light; she says it’s the heart

  That lights up the firefly

  In her arms late at night that’s exactly what it feels like

  Like I’m a firefly

  I just can’t breathe right

  Until the night

  Sets me free, I come alive

  Just like a firefly

  Such a sweet surprise

  To see her eyes light up like that

  Every time she’s in the room I feel like dancing

  You can’t help but notice

  She’s just like fire

  A firefly

  “Oh Nathan…Vincent…I love you so much…” I say as the music builds and builds up out there where both of these men have planted flowers for me – flowers that represent me in many ways. The gloriosas represent fire, and the dark lilies that Nathan planted represent a piece of him and now my song – and Nathan’s song – is being performed out there and I’m not sure how this night could get any more romantic.

  They both press their mouths to my neck, either side, kissing me as I float through he sensations that build up inside me until I shatter. The orgasm is like an ocean of heat flooding my blood. The waves crash and ache through me, pulsating pleasure.

  They both cum in me, filling me up with their hot cum at the same time, and I feel so perfectly spent between them that I go a little limp between them. I don’t have to hold myself up, however, because they have me.

  I am so happy and warm. A princess becomes a queen when her two princes become the kings of her life, of her pleasure. That’s what I have and I wish for nothing more. Every thing is perfect, you see?

  “I love you, Isadora,” Vincent says, nibbling on my ear.

  Nathan cups my face. “I love you, too,” he says.

  I know that we are three very different people. We ruled different nations — and now, we’re going to rule together. Perfect harmony doesn’t look like agreeing all the time. It looks like three people that are willing to work together.

  A Note From The Authors

  We hope you liked our fourth foray into dark romance.

  We always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how we view it as readers - a way to spend an afternoon.

  So even though this novel was 50,000 words, we wanted to give you some more content.

  To fulfill our goal, we’ve put a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.

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sp; Followed by a copy of Jailbait, by Alexis Angel.

  This then has a copy of Red & Blue by Alexis Angel.

  Then, we have Scandalous by Alexis Angel.

  After that, a copy of the unpublished book, Client 5, by Alexis Angel.

  The a treat! DILF, by Alexis Angel. Please welcome it to the lineup!

  And then finally a copy of Vicky Vs. The Virgin Buyer by Mona Cox which is a funny take on the whole virgin auction thing.

  Finally, a short story: The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale, by Dark Angel!!

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis and Lana

  Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  She says she’s a Man Chaser. Well…they call me a Woman Tamer. Let’s see who wins, shall we?

  Don’t worry. You read that line above just right. I tame women. Show them who’s boss. One night with Ethan Kane and these 8-pack abs, chiseled body and 12-inches of lust muscle hanging between my legs and they’ll do anything I damn well tell them to. So when Brittney tries to infiltrate my company to steal from me...when I see her trying to seduce me with her gorgeous curvy body and beautiful face...I know what I’m up against. And I’m not worried. At all. She thinks she can just shake that body and get me to roll over for her like a dog. She doesn’t realize that it’s going to be her that ends up on her knees as I tell her to beg. And when that happens, there’s only one question left to ask myself ... How badly does she need to be taught a lesson?

  *** Come chase men with this exciting new standalone romance! No cliffhangers or cheating, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***

  Ethan

  UNNGGH!

  That’s the sound that Carla is making as I fuck the living daylights out of her. I raise my face to a nasty sneer and bring up a hand and slap her ass. Not hard enough to make her yelp, but just hard enough to make her fucking yelp as well as moan.

  “That’s right, you like how I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her crudely, holding onto her hips as I fuck her doggie style. I’ve got her bent over a couch and all around us looks like your average upper middle-class suburban home. Some crocheting work in the corner where the woman of the house sits. A copy of the New York Daily Journal near the Barcalounger. Giant 52” flat screen TV on the wall. Nice little fireplace going. Pictures of the family all over the place.

  It’s so fucking sweet it makes me fucking sick. But that’s what makes this shot you’re watching so fucking hot.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes!” Carla yells out through clenched teeth as her pussy lips wrap themselves around my thick, hard shaft. You know the size by now, babe. Ain’t no way you’re gonna turn the fucking page if I’m any smaller than 12 fucking inches. Well, I have news for you. When I’m fully engorged, I’m closer to 12 and a half fucking inches.

  Think half an inch doesn’t make that much of a difference?

  Watch this.

  I pull back, bringing my tip near to the exit of Carla’s pussy and give her one second to catch her breath. Then I come out just a little. Enough for the big, bulbous head of my cock to exist half way. She’s whimpering. She knows what’s coming next.

  And without another word, I push myself back in, in one swift stroke. She’s frothing at the lips and her fucking cunt wraps itself around me like a long lost fucking lover. She’s shaking.

  “Yes, what?” I sneer. She needs to say it, goddamit. I increase my strokes.

  “Yes, Daddy, it’s so fucking good!” she yells. “Please keep fucking me!”

  “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since your mother married me, haven’t you?” I ask her back, thrusting and groaning.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ve been a horny stepdaughter ever since I first saw you,” she moans. I don’t even think she knows what she’s saying anymore.

  Now before you get all in a fucking huff. Let me just tell you that we’re not fucking related, okay? I want to make that clear.

  Although, if you actually come within 40 feet of me, I don’t think you’d care one way or the other, babe. That’s because your clothes would already be in a fucking heap on the ground. You’d be wiggling out of your panties and spreading your legs to entice me.

  I’m fucking serious. All it would seriously fucking take is for me to be in the same 50-foot radius as you.

  That’s not me being fucking arrogant. That’s not me being an asshole. That’s just me telling you the fucking facts. Because there’s only one thing that my 6’ 3” body, with it’s sculpted definition that would make the Greek God Apollo fucking jealous, it’s hard-as-steel biceps, it’s broad shoulders, it’s massively defined pecs, it’s 8-pack abs, is going to do when unleashed on your body. There’s only one result when you look into my deep cobalt-blue eyes, rugged face with its strong jawline. There’s only one conclusion when you feel the strength of my muscles as they wrap around you, protect you, soothe you, and caress you. As every fiber in my body works together to fuck you, only one thing will happen.

  You will fucking cum.

  You’ll cum so fucking hard you’ll probably black out. You’ll be in a fucking sex haze for days. You won’t walk straight. You’ll have a deliciously sweet and good feeling of soreness that’ll make you wet just thinking about why you’re sore. You’ll lose track of fucking time. You’ll be pushed into paradise. You’ll be in orbit.

  Because you’ll never have had, or will have, another fuck like the one I’ll give you. I fucking promise you that.

  The thing is, I’ll have told you beforehand that while we fuck, you’re going to have to remember what I do to you—because afterwards, I’ll be out. Like a thief in the night. Sure, we’ll part ways amicably. But I’ll tell you this before I even fucking touch you. You’ll be so desperate to get your hands on me you won’t even care at that point. You’ll say yes to anything. Fuck, you won’t even realize till you wait by the phone the next day, wondering dreamily of when I’m going to call you only to realize that I’m not.

  And that’s when you’re gonna start getting clingy. That’s when you’re going to find out that we had fun, and we had some good fucking memories, but all of a sudden you want more.

  You want not just the body, but the fucking soul of Ethan Kane. You want me waking up next to you in the morning. You want to go for walks along the beach with me. You want to move into my multi-million dollar One57 penthouse in the skies of New York City. You want the billionaire bad boy. But you want him all for yourself. Fucking tamed.

  Not gonna fucking happen in this lifetime, babe. Sorry. But I will have already told you that. I’ll have given you my entire vision. Its not my fault you were too fucking horny, dripping wet and ready to fuck, to pay attention.

  “Oh Daddy, fuck me harder,” Carla moans, and I fucking oblige her. She’s not the cutest, but she’s got the face of a porn star, that’s for sure. She’s got a nice ass, and some solid tits. Definitely good for an afternoon fuck. Let’s put it like this, I got her bent over and she’s moaning my name, calling out to God in various languages as her pussy is contracting around my cock. I can tell she’s cumming and that she’s cumming hard. I can feel her body go limp, and I reach my hands over to hold her in place as I put in my last couple of thrusts.

  Fuck, this is going to be a lot of fucking cum. I can tell already. Not for anything that Carla’s doing. But because my balls are the size of fucking tennis balls. I haven’t jerked off all fucking day.

  “Argh!” I roar savagely as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm build up. My nuts tighten up and a jolt of electricity is shooting from my cock all the way up my spine.

  I pull out and rip
the condom off in one smooth flourish. You can barely even see it and that’s the fucking point. I turn Carla over with one arm and she turns willingly, a hungry look in her eye as she sinks down to her knees in front of my cock.

  That’s right baby. Just like that. Come to fucking Daddy.

  Carla looks at me with eyes clouded by lust and opens her mouth wide. She sticks out her tongue and I can’t control myself anymore. Just the wild abandon in this woman. The sheer depravity of the situation is too much for me. Just how fucking wrong it is. So fucking taboo. So fucking delicious.

  I exhale and grunt as I fucking cum.

  Shivers of pleasure wrack my body as thick, white ropes of cum shoot out. It hits her face and chin before she repositions herself and gets the remaining shots directly on her tongue and mouth.

  I groan lewdly as she brings her mouth over and wraps her lips around my head, giving me a final couple of sucks.

  My eyes roll back.

  And that's when I hear it.

  “Cut!” the sharp call of the director.

  I open my eyes.

  Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a towel. “That was fantastic, Ethan,” she says to me. “Only, I wish we had a chance to do it in private.”

  I shrug. What can I say? I’m a busy fucking guy, and no way I’m going to make special time for an employee.

  “Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.

  Yeah, I know, you don’t need to tell me that she’s still looking. She’s staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there’s anything she can say.

  “Ethan?” she calls out. Told you.

  I turn around.

  “You think that maybe….” Carla trails off because right at that moment my assistant, Cheryl walks up to me. I’m putting on my boxer briefs. But Cheryl doesn’t care. She’s seen everything already. And fuck you, no, I’ve never fucked her. But she’s been there for me since I was a kid.