Wicked Villain Shorts

by Katee Robert

  4

  Going Public, Part 1

  Meg

  “People don’t celebrate one month anniversaries.”

  Hades gives me a look that statement no doubt deserves. “You’re arguing just for the sake of arguing, love.”

  He’s not wrong. The last four weeks with Hades and Hercules have been a whirlwind of bliss. Even as a rational part of my mind tries to convince me that we’re simply in the honeymoon stage, that reality will filter in at some point, it never quite gains traction. I’m too damn happy to poke holes in our relationship. It’s almost a relief to realize it. I don’t have to pick things apart. Challenges will arise, but we’ll deal with them just like we dealt with the hurdles at the beginning.

  I shiver as Hercules runs his fingers through my hair and presses them against my temples, massaging gently. I’m sitting between his thighs on the bed as we watch Hades get dressed. He has a meeting this morning with Isabelle Belmonte, the youngest daughter of the Man in Black. I’m very curious to hear what’s brought her here. She and her sisters never visit the Underworld, but that doesn’t stop the rumor mill from churning, especially when this is the woman who led both Beast and Gaeton around by their cocks before dumping them and escalating their rivalry into true enmity.

  Or that’s how the story goes. Only those three know the full truth.

  Those three and perhaps Hades.

  Hercules moves to the tense spots at the base of my skull and I can’t hold back a little moan. He chuckles. “Let us have our fun, Meg.”

  As if I would tell them no. Not about something like this, a small celebration of how right things are finally going for us. More, it’s an official statement of our relationship to the rest of Carver City. Everyone knows we’re together. Tonight will inform them that we are permanent.

  I relax back into Hercules and fight to open my eyes. “A public scene.”

  “Mmm.” Hades finishes buttoning his shirt and picks up his jacket. “It’s time to let our world know Hercules is ours in truth.”

  “I suppose if we’re going to celebrate a made-up anniversary, this is an excellent way to go about it.”

  “I suspected you’d see things our way.” He crosses to the bed and presses a quick kiss to my mouth and then does the same to Hercules. “No fucking, you two. I want you fresh tonight.” And then he’s gone, leaving the suite and us to our own devices.

  Hercules loops an arm around my waist and hauls me back into his lap. He sets his teeth against the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Thank you.”

  “You both knew I was going to say yes.”

  “Yep.” He hooks my thigh and guides my legs wide over his. “Didn’t have a single doubt.”

  “Uh huh.” I press my lips together as he cups my pussy and presses two fingers into me. “You’re being disobedient.”

  “Am I?” He chuckles against my skin as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. “He said no fucking. I’m keeping my cock to myself.”

  I lift my hips to guide him deeper. “You’re not obeying the spirit of the command.”

  “I know.” He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit. His voice has gone low and delicious the way it always does when he’s turned on. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Yes.”

  Instantly he removes his hand. I don’t give him a chance to apologize. I don’t want it. Instead I turn in his arms and push him flat onto the bed. “I don’t want to come on your fingers, dirty boy. I want to come all over your face.”

  The grin he gives me has my heart doing a happy shimmy. I can’t help but grin right back. Hercules catches my hips and hauls me up until I’m straddling his head. “Now who’s not obeying the spirit of the command?”

  “Me.” I smack his hands away and turn around. “I want your cock in my mouth while you fuck me with your tongue.” I stretch myself over him and take his cock in my hand. “If I come before you do, I’ll get out the strap-on for tonight’s show.” I stroke him slowly as he takes a hold of my thighs and rearranges me for better access. “Would you like me to fuck your ass while the whole of the Underworld watches?”

  “Yes,” he breathes against my clit.

  “Prove it.”

  I suck him down at the same time that he spreads me wider yet and drags his tongue over me. I moan. It’s always so fucking good when Hercules goes down on me. He loves it even more than I do, which only makes it hotter.

  The door opens and we both freeze.

  Hades tsks softly, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been gone thirty seconds.”

  Answering would require taking Hercules’s cock out of my mouth, and I’m not quite willing to do that. I suck him down again, holding Hades’s dark gaze. Taunting him. Hercules’s hands shake on my thighs, his breath harsh against my clit though he doesn’t resume licking me. “Sorry,” he manages.

  “No, you’re not.” He walks slowly to the side of the bed. “But you will be tonight.” He runs his hands along my bare back, one coming to rest at the base of my skull, the other on my ass. “I suppose there’s a reward if you make her come first.”

  He knows me too well. I try to rise off Hercules’s cock, but Hades easily holds me in place. Hercules answer, his voice strained. “She’ll use the strap-on on me tonight.”

  Hades tsks again. “Now you’ve tied my hands, love. You know how much I enjoy watching you take his ass.” He forces me down another inch, damn near gagging me on Hercules’s cock. I love it. “Resume, little Hercules. Make her come so hard she chokes on your cock.”

  “Yes, sir,” Hercules growls.

  “Ah. A moment.” Hades shifts his grip on my ass, sliding his hand down to shove two fingers into me. “So wet, my Meg. So wanton for everything we give you.” He withdraws and moves up to my ass, carefully pressing one finger deep. I moan and writhe. It’s nowhere near enough, but the penetration holds me pinned in the most delicious way. “Now you may begin again.”

  I try to focus on sucking Hercules’s cock, to do what I know will bring him to orgasm. An impossible feat. I can’t move with Hades holding me down. I can’t do more than cling to Hercules’s hips and take what they’re giving to me.

  Pleasure builds in building waves, crashing through me to the rhythm of Hercules’s mouth. I moan and writhe as much as I’m able, but not being only to move freely only makes it hotter.

  I don’t stand a chance.

  I come with a cry and gag, and then Hades is pulling me off Hercules and holding me against him, one finger still in my ass as he uses his free hand to fuck my pussy. I come again, this one lifting me higher yet.

  He lays me down next to Hercules, who cuddles me tight against his side. I look down his body as Hades fists his cock. “I’m inclined to reward you obeying this command, despite your not honoring the last one.”

  “Sorry, sir,” Hercules says again. He doesn’t sound any more sincere this time. He’s turning into quite the brat.

  I love it. I love him. I stretch up and kiss him, and moan at the taste of myself on his tongue. It would be the simplest thing in the world to sling my leg over Hercules, shift my hips, and take him deep. I might even incite Hades enough to forget he wants to punish us and take my ass. I shiver and start to move.

  Hades swats my ass. “You’ve got your orgasm, love. Two of them, if I don’t miss my count. Don’t be greedy or I’ll be forced to toss you in a cold shower.” He’ll do it, too. He has before, and no doubt he’ll do it again. It’s not my fault. I can’t get enough of either one of these men. Hades shifts. “Hercules.”

  Hercules grips my hair with one hand and pulls me away from him a little. “Sorry, Meg.”

  I grin. “You’re about to have Hades’s mouth around your cock, so I don’t think you’re that sorry.”

  “Guilty.” He curses and I look down his body to find Hades taking him deep, his dark eyes watching us both. He doesn’t tease Hercules. No, he masters his body with a precision that leaves me breathless. I go hot and melty as Hercules�
��s hips jerk before Hades holds him down, forcing him still even as he drives him directly to the edge.

  Hercules’s back bows and he fists the sheets. I watch Hades swallow him down and it feels like I’m on fire. This was supposed to take the edge off, but the desire is so much stronger now. It’s like every time I come, every time Hercules comes, our needs becomes a hydra and multiplies.

  I have to have them inside me. I can’t wait.

  I reach for him, but he catches my wrists. “Ah ah.”

  “But—”

  “This is your punishment, love.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips and I shiver at the taste of Hercules. Hades tows me to the edge of the bed and gently guides me to my feet. He looks at me and then at Hercules, who’s already growing hard again, his blue eyes burning with the same desire threatening to incinerate me. “Since apparently I wasn’t clear enough previously, let me elaborate. No fucking. No cocks, no hands, no mouths, no toys.”

  “And if we disobey?”

  He gives Hercules a long look. “If you disobey, we’ll reschedule the public scene tonight.”

  “What?”

  His lips curve the tiniest bit. “One day you’ll learn that punishments weren’t created to be enjoyed, little Hercules.” He walks into the bathroom and I hear the sink running. A few minutes later, Hades emerges to find us exactly where he left us. He gives that little smile again. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

  I sink onto the edge of the mattress the moment the door shuts. “That backfired spectacularly.”

  “It always does.” Hercules laughs and rolls off the bed. Thwarted desire doesn’t seem to bother him much, but then he rolls with the punches better than anyone else I know. He kisses me and moves away before I can sink into it. “Let’s take a shower and get ready.”

  “I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

  He gives me an arch look over his shoulder. “I guess I’ll have to maintain control for both of us, because there’s no way in hell we’re rescheduling tonight. We both know Hades doesn’t bluff.”

  The reminder dims my temptation to test our sanctions. Hercules is right. If we keep toeing the line, Hades will slap us down. We’ll deserve it, too. Sometimes the pleasure is worth the punishment, but this one won’t be, especially since Hades ensured we took the edge off.

  I sigh. “Being responsible is no fun.”

  “Aw, Meg.” Hercules takes my hand and pulls me after him into the bathroom. “Don’t be too sad. You get to peg my ass tonight.”

  “You’re impossible.” I laugh. “But you’re right. Planning all the delicious things I’m going to do to you is enough to cheer me right up.” I slap his ass and move past him into the shower. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Meg.” He sounds kind of in awe of it, like it just hit him that this is our life and it’s real. We’re real.

  We’re happy. Really, really happy.

  This short originally appeared as the November 2019 short for my Patreon. Each month, patrons nominate their favorite couples and characters, vote on one, and I write a brand new short featuring the winner. For more bonus stories, please consider joining my Patreon.

  5

  Going Public, Part 2

  Hercules

  Hercules

  I’ve been in the public playroom dozens of times since I moved into the Underworld, all without actually playing. It feels different tonight, and it’s not just because it’s filled to the brim with powerful people. Each set of couches are filled, and as I follow Hades and Meg on their winding journey to the middle of the room, I belatedly realize that there are exactly the same number of groupings as there are territories in Carver City.

  Every territory leader is here tonight.

  “Eyes forward, little Hercules.” Hades doesn’t look over his shoulder to ensure I hear his murmur. He simply assumes I’ll hear and obey because any other option is unthinkable. He’s right.

  I focus on the middle of his back. He’s wearing one of his customary black on black suits, and looks particularly dapper tonight. This scene might be for us, but it’s also for show, too. Appearances matter. I shift my attention to Meg, which is a mistake because she’s distracting as hell. She’s wearing trousers and a cropped bustier thing that leaves a large swathe of her stomach bare and puts her breasts on display.

  A space in the center of the room is cleared except for a St. Andrew’s cross and a chest that isn’t identical to the one in our bedroom, but is close enough that I have no doubts about what it contains. My body goes hot and I have to concentrate to muscle down my physical reaction.

  Hades flicks his fingers, and I obey instantly, folding into a kneeling position in the center of the space. I swear I can actually feel the attention of everyone in the room as their gazes trace my bare chest and back, examine the tiny black shorts Meg picked out earlier, flick over my thighs and feet. I keep my gaze on the floor in front of me. I’m not running this show, and the relief is enough to make me shake. I trust Hades and Meg to take me where I need to, but I didn’t expect to be so overwhelmed by the audience.

  I catch sight of Meg’s trousers a moment before her fingers feather through my hair. “Breathe, Hercules. Just breathe. He’s got us.” She speaks low, the words for me and me alone.

  I obey. I was never going to do anything but obey.

  I half expect Hades to give some kind of speech, but I should know better by now. Everyone is aware of why we’re here, and Hades isn’t one to waste time grandstanding when his actions can speak for him.

  “On the cross, little Hercules.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but I hear every word all the same.

  I’m already moving to obey before my mind fully registers the command. There was a time when I’d question that, but we’re long past it. I position myself in front of the St. Andrew’s cross. Meg’s hands are the ones that begin to fasten me to it, cuffing my wrists up at the top of each section of the X. She double-checks the tightness and then trails her fingers down my arms, nails lightly scratching.

  I shiver and bite my bottom lip. It’s nothing close to pain, but the promise of things to come chases away a bit of my nervousness.

  Hades walking around to stand before me chases away the rest. There’s a wealth of warmth in his eyes, and it’s just for us. No one else in the room matters. “Do you remember the first scene we did together?”

  “Of course.” It was Meg on the cross that time, and it felt like the moment when we all crossed the point of no return with each other. I didn’t recognize it at the time, but then I was still wrapped up in twelve different kinds of confusion when it came to these two. I’m not now.

  I’m where I’m supposed to be.

  More, I’m happy to be here.

  “This is a new beginning of sorts.” He speaks softly, just for me. “There’s no going back from this.”

  I manage a smile. “There was no going back from it the moment I fell for both of you.”

  “True enough.” He shifts to the side, looking to where I can hear Meg digging through the chest. “Your safe word.”

  “Olympus.”

  “You may begin.”

  I have half a second of thinking he’s talking to me before I feel the first bite of the flogger against my back. It stings more than hurts, but I gasp all the same. Hades watches my face, the heat in his eyes rising with each strike. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips, and then he’s gone, disappearing behind me.

  I close my eyes. I don’t think I mind being on display, but I want to preserve the intimacy of this moment, pretend it’s just us in this big room. Without my sight, I have a better awareness of what’s going on behind me. Hades’s footsteps moving to where Meg stands. The soft sound of his hand stroking over some part of her body. Her little inhale.

  And then she picks up her pace and I know nothing but heat and the delicious curl of pain that promises pleasure to come. Not yet, though. First, they’ll work me into a frenzy of need.

  I’m alr
eady there.

  My hips move almost on their own, grinding against the padded section of the cross, the pressure good but nowhere near good enough. My breath shudders out with each exhale, need coloring every sound I make.

  “Think he’s had enough, love?”

  Meg’s laugh is a little mean, and I nearly moan aloud at the sound. “He’ll take as much as we want to give.”

  “I have something special I want to give.”

  “By all means.”

  More movement, more rustling through the chest. I’m focused so hard on listening, I startle at the feeling of Hades’s hands stroking over my back. It hurts and feels good, all at the same time. I can’t hold back my moan any longer, especially when he dips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down the barest fraction of an inch.

  Then Hades is there, pressing his entire body against mine. The soft friction of his suit against my back draws another moan from my lips. “Fuck.”

  “You can take more.”

  It’s not in the realm of a question, but I answer it all the same. “I can take more.”

  He brushes his lips against the back of my neck and snakes his hand around to grip my cock through my shorts. “So eager.” He strokes me a few times, until I’m fighting not to grind against his hand. I shake from fighting that urge, but I know all too well if I move, he’ll stop this delicious torture. I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not ever.

  And then Meg’s there as well, her smaller hands joining Hades as he idly strokes my cock. She dips down and cups my balls and makes a happy noise. “Are you ready for me to take your ass, Hercules?”

  I think I might die if she doesn’t. “Yes,” I gasp.

  She pulls my shorts halfway down my thighs. Hades’s hand immediately returns to my cock, stroking me enough to keep me on the edge, but not quite enough to send me over.