by Ana Calin
I approach slowly, sniffing the air for her scent, listening for her voice. The closer I get, the clearer I hear their voices. They talk normally. She’s not fighting him for her freedom. Then her scent reaches me, as if she’s just been unwrapped from some kind of cocoon. Then I hear her moan, as if enjoying a man’s touch. What in the cursed realms is happening in there?
I step inside the dungeon, and see Maverick up on a rock. He’s just releasing Lucy from her cuffs, and I stop breathing. She’s been chained, spread-eagled, and completely naked. Pooled at her feet I see remnants of his magic that must have clothed her.
She’s even more beautiful than when I last saw her. My mouth pops open as I see those fiery red locks tumble down her body. Her skin is so white she glows like an imprisoned angel against the rocky dungeon wall, her breasts round and firm, her nipples rosy and hard. Even from this distance I can see the light freckles on her chest that give her an air of innocence. Then I look her in the face, and see her stricken recognition.
“Silas,” she whispers, the echo reaching me like the touch of a ghost. I shudder, my mouth distorting in a hurt line. It’s all painfully clear as I see her with the large, bulky warlock by her side, and smell their mingled scents.
“You’ve been together,” I grunt through my teeth. I can barely contain my anger, my hands balling at my sides. In my eagerness to find her, I totally forgot that I’m completely naked, too.
“It’s not what you think, Silas,” she says. I give her a once over like she’s a slut.
“No? Then why don’t you even try to come over to me? Why are you still standing there, with him?” I motion to the chains. “You’re no longer restrained and, if he tries to hold you back, I’ll kill him.”
She stares right into my eyes out of those sparkling blue irises. She isn’t doing it like a young woman in love anymore, in love with me, and ready to do anything for us to be together. This is the stare of a woman who isn’t sure what she wants anymore.
“My beautiful Silas,” she says calmly. “I still have my virginity, so rest assured the prophecy cannot be fulfilled. But Maverick is right. If we are to keep the prophecy from becoming reality, it’s better that I stay away from the Academy. That I stay away from the entire world.”
“Stay away from the Academy and the world?” I look daggers at Maverick. “For how long? A year, two, a hundred? And where would you be ‘staying away’? In this dungeon? Chained to these walls? How is that any better than the pit?”
“She wouldn’t be alone and in pain,” Maverick’s gravelly voice fills the dungeon. “I will give up everything as well, and stay with her.”
“Oh, really, no shit? Have you asked her if she wants to stay with you?”
“She does.”
I motion angrily to the chains. “Sure, that’s why you have to keep her restrained.”
He steps in front of her. “I won’t give her up.”
“See, this is about yourself, not her. If you were really interested in what was best for her, you’d help her run away with me, her official—”
“Her official what?” Maverick growls, his dark eyes throwing daggers at me. “Boyfriend, fiancé, future husband? You had no plan for the future either, you never really had anything to offer her.”
“The relationship with me was like a shield. I was keeping her safe at the Academy.”
“You were doing it for yourself as well, you’re no better than me.”
“A relationship with the demigod of warfare kept the bullies at bay.”
“The hell it did. Zillard Dark, the son of Hades, still bullied her.”
“There wasn’t much you could do about that either, was there?” I snarl back. I can feel the veins swelling in my neck. “He followed her around, he stalked her, where were you when that happened?”
“How do you even know—”
“The Lord Protector and I went and saw her room-mate in secret. She told us everything. The Lord Protector set up a powerful glamour that convinced even the Headmaster that Lucy was lying ill in bed, but that glamour won’t last forever. I have to bring her back, ASAP.”
“I’m not letting you take her away from me,” he snarls like a wounded animal. My jaw tightens. I’m going to rip his fucking head from his bulky shoulders.
Lucy
THE AIR GROWS HOT BETWEEN the two men as they growl at each other like beasts. But the time seems to stop for me. Having them both here, facing each other, one big and dark, wrapped in leather and metal, the other naked, an athletic body so perfect he seems an angel made of ivory, a revelation hits me.
I could never choose between the two of them. I’m in love with them both. I love Silas in a romantic, profound way that makes me dream of roses and nights on the beach, making love under the starlight. While Maverick stirs the deepest and dirtiest desires in my core. He makes me cum hard hanging in chains and being roughly used by a beast in leather. But these are both faces of being ‘in love’. Whenever I was alone with one of them, something was missing. Now, being here with them both, I experience a feeling of almost-wholeness.
I could spend an eternity in this dungeon, if it was with the two of them. A place in my heart still feels empty, because the Lord Protector is missing, but deep inside I know the time will come for him as well.
This isn’t wrong, dirty, or sick. I’m supposed to be with the three of them. It’s my destiny, even though it won’t be easy—or safe—to fulfill it.
But one thing I know for sure right this moment. For Silas and Maverick, the time has come. They hate each other, staring at each other with violence and bloodlust, but that’s about to change.
“Stop,” I raise my voice over them. They both look at me, their bodies tense and ready for a fight. Testosterone floats around me, filling my pores and my nostrils, making me cream between my legs. It’s scary to admit what I want, but I can’t deny it either.
I take a step down from the rocky pedestal where Maverick and I are standing. The warlock grabs my hand.
“What are you doing? You can’t go to him.”
“Don’t you tell her what to do,” Silas threatens, moving closer. Boy, he looks magnificent, an angel sculpted in ivory. My eyes drop to his thick, smooth cock. In the heat of the argument, it rose to full length like a beautiful sword.
The smells of testosterone and leather mix in my nostrils, and desire hits me so hard I can’t keep my eyes from rolling back. I take the warlock’s hand, and place it on my naked, cold buttock. It feels hot and rough on my skin. I sigh and open my eyes to meet Silas’ shocked gaze.
“What in the world are you doing?” he breathes.
I’m listening to the Queen inside of me, the ancient soul that I feel is the real me. But instead of telling Silas that, I take Maverick’s other hand, and guide it to the light bush between my legs. Maverick touches me lightly, surely shocked at what I’m doing, but my eyes are on Silas.
“I’m not doing this to hurt you, my angel,” I tell him as Maverick’s thick finger slides through my pubic hair over the seam of my folds, making my toes curl in expectation. “Quite the contrary.”
“You’re having another man touch you,” Silas snarls, his amber eyes so bright they seem on fire. “And you’re not doing it to hurt me? Lucy, I thought you loved me.”
“And I do.” I cup my breast with one hand, while placing the other over Maverick’s knuckles, encouraging him to push his fingers between my folds, and over my wet clit.
“You can’t let him have you, Lucy,” Silas says, his voice thick with repressed pain. “If he takes your virginity, we’re all lost. You will make of him and any man who takes you a tool of Hell.”
“He will not deflower me. And neither will you. And yet you will both have me.”
“What in the cursed realms are you talking about?”
A power rises inside of me, a power I feel comes from the Red Queen. I feel her surface from the deep lake of all the possibilities of my personality, a person who’s always been there, ancien
t, wise and patient. She imbues me with her power, becomes me. And I radiate that power to Silas and Maverick.
I look deeply into Silas’ eyes as Maverick grows passionate, stroking my pussy and kissing my neck, responding to the calling of my body, unable to resist it or think straight. He puts his arms around me as he does it, the leather touching my skin, making me feel deliciously like a wanton, being naked in his arms. I can feel him losing his head, not even caring anymore that Silas is here, watching us.
Silas watches, the pain disappearing from his eyes, replaced by lust. I’m numbing his pain with the Queen’s power, a cloud of stillness that puts his morals to sleep. Maybe I shouldn’t be using it, but I tell myself it’s only for the good, because I can’t bear to see the pain in my lover’s eyes.
“Come, Silas,” I say, my voice bouncing off the rocky walls, crystalline like the voice of an enchantress.
“No,” he tries to resist. “You’ve already made your choice.”
“I have,” I whisper, and hold out my hand for him. He frowns, unsure what this means.
Maverick slips his finger just a little deeper than my folds, less than an inch inside my pussy, but my toes curl in pleasure. I moan and throw my head back, moving my hips into his touch.
I turn my head, letting the warlock sink his big rough hand into my hair, and open my mouth to take in his tongue. He pushes it deep, our tongues tangling together while his free hand pushes in and out of my pussy, just a little beyond the entrance so that he doesn’t endanger my virginity.
Silas groans. Both Maverick and I look at him as he grabs his cock that pulses in his big white hand.
“Join us,” I tell him in the most seductive, crystalline voice. I know this isn’t me speaking, it’s the Red Queen, an ancient, wise spirit. And yet she is me.
Maverick hesitates, but I push my hips into his touch again. “Chain me, lover,” I encourage him. “But not the legs.”
He slides the rusted cuffs around my wrists. The chains are long enough that I can move more or less freely, and I can stand or come to my knees.
Silas moves closer, glancing at Maverick. The warlock stands aside, letting Silas have a full view of me stark naked, in chains, my legs apart.
Silas’ erect cock twitches, lust staining his otherwise ivory face. His warrior features are even sharper, hardened with desire. I worry for a moment that he and Maverick would jump at each other’s throats when they’re close, but they don’t even mind each other. They both accept that this is my desire.
“My God,” I whisper as I let my eyes glide up and down their powerful frames. One of them, the dark warlock, with his large muscles, leather outfit and smoldering dark eyes, he’s my guilty pleasure. While Silas, the demigod of warfare who looks more like an angel of beauty, he’s my dreamy love.
“I loved pleasuring you with my mouth, Silas,” I tell him. “Now I want to do it with the rest of my body.”
“As much as I crave giving you pleasure, and taking pleasure from you, Lucy,” he says gruffly. “It cannot happen. It would be the beginning of the end, Hell would start to take over the world.”
“But I’m not asking you to deflower me.” I nod my head behind me. “I want you to be the first man who takes my ass.”
He hisses, and Maverick loses control over his lust, too. He snaps his leather pants open and whips out his cock.
“What about me, mistress,” he delights me with the gravel in his voice. “Where do you want me?” He lusts after me, too, he’s basically drooling, and that makes me horny as hell.
“Where you’ve always wanted to be, my dark warlock,” I answer seductively as Silas walks behind me, pushing his finger from behind between my slick folds.
“Ah, yes,” I lean my head back, closing my eyes as he uses my juices to moisten my pucker. “You’ll be the first man to put his cock in there, Silas,” I tell him, enjoying it as he parts my butt cheeks, and starts circling my hole with the wet tip of his finger.
Maverick grabs my hair, a little roughly, but I love it. I let him guide me to my knees, his fist hardening in my locks as he brings his hard, veined cock to my mouth, the head purple from all the want he accumulated. I stick out my tongue and lick the crest, moaning as he dives deeper, burying the wide head of his penis into my mouth.
Silas groans, turned on as he watches me start to suck the warlock’s cock. He reaches between my legs as I lean doggy-style with my ass to him, pushing back so that my butt cheeks come apart. He dips his fingers in my slickness, and massages my hole.
I lick the warlock’s cock, slowly, enjoying the taste of man and pre-cum on my tongue, as Silas pushes the tip of his shaft inside my ass for the first time. I open my mouth wider and take more of Maverick inside my mouth, keeping back sounds of pain. I want to shriek and yelp as he pushes further, but he’s being careful like an expert, and I don’t want him to stop.
I remember that all this experience comes from what he’d lived with other women in his first few centuries on Earth, and jealousy threatens to engulf my heart. But I push it away, remembering that I’m the only woman Silas has felt attracted to in centuries, and that he’s gone to great lengths, and taken hellish risks in order to be with me. He was even capable of having a relationship with me without ever taking my virginity.
He grabs my butt cheeks greedily, his fingers sinking into my flesh. He groans like an animal, and I can hear that his lust has taken over. Maverick pushes his dick deeper in my mouth, the tip reaching to the back of my throat at the same time as Maverick pushes deeper inside my ass. They both groan, filling me with their cocks, their testosterone, their passion.
I’m so horny that my pussy slickens so much I’m dripping. My skin flushes all over, my face is hot, and my eyeballs burn, too. Tears swell out from the push of Maverick’s cock into my mouth, but I’d have it no other way.
And so our body rhythms find a perfect match, our groans filling the cavernous dungeon. The demigod fucks my ass while I suck off the warlock, hanging like a sex slave from these chains. I feel dirty, and debased, and I enjoy it big time.
This is perfect, these two men taking me at the same time. I build up like crazy even though neither of them stimulates my pussy, probably afraid they’d lose their control, and rip my seal. Silas grabs my tits from behind like a greedy animal, while Maverick has both fists in my hair. I can feel their cocks, hard, hot and throbbing, filling my mouth and my ass. They both have an impressive girth, causing ache both in my jaw and my hole, but that only adds to my pleasure. It’s insane. Against all odds I cum, the juice of my arousal trickling down my quivering inner thighs.
Oh yes, that’s it beasts, ravish me.
They both explode inside me at the same time. Maverick throws his head back and growls as he fills my mouth with his cum, while Silas releases his essence inside my ass, his dick throbbing, parting my walls painfully. It’s shameless, having these two use me, but it’s also exquisite. My nipples are so hard they hurt, and my pussy squirts. I can’t scream with Maverick’s cock stuffed all the way to the back of my throat, but my face burns, tears pushing out of my eyes. My body shakes as they pump me on each end.
“Ah, goddess,” Silas calls.
“Whore,” Maverick grunts as he convulses, tugging on my hair.
Oh, yes, fuck me hard.
They buck and groan, four strong hands now wandering greedily all over my body, grabbing my tits, my ass, my back and my face.
Maverick pulls out and drops to his knees, crushing my burning lips under his mouth, his stubble raking my face.
“Forgive me,” he groans. “I didn’t mean to call you that, I lost my head.”
“You did the right thing,” I whisper, still swallowing what’s left of his cum in my mouth. “It’s what I craved to hear—from you.”
Silas pulls out slowly, too, causing me to flinch. Maverick glares up at him, but the demigod bends down over my naked back, pressing me to his hard, smooth body, embracing me from behind. His silky blond hair pools right betwee
n my shoulder blades.
“I love you, Lucy,” he says in that sweet baritone that makes my insides melt. “I did this with love, I want you to know that. Maybe it didn’t feel that way, but—”
“I love you, too, Silas,” I whisper. I would reach behind me and touch him, if I could, but my hands are still in chains. He raises his head and I rub the back of mine against his forehead, like a cat leaning into the loving touch of her human.
But my eyes fall on the warlock’s jealous dark gaze.
“Kiss me,” I whisper. He glances hatefully at Silas.
“You, too, Silas,” I say. “Kiss me.”
“What?” From his tone I know he glared at Maverick the same way.
“You both just possessed me at the same time. Is it so hard to kiss me at the same time?”
They both hesitate, and I give them space. Maverick is the first to lean in, putting his hard lips on mine, his tongue flicking out. I open my mouth and meet the strokes of his tongue, while Silas walks around in front of me. He waits until I’m done with Maverick and, when I lean my face to him, my cheeks alight, my skin sweaty, he looks at me like he’s mesmerized. He kisses me with his beautiful, soft mouth.
I kiss one, then the other, again and again, until I feel the enmity between them start to die down. They’ll probably never love each other like brothers, but they do start a kinship. In the end, they love the same woman, and now our magical chemistry binds us.
I lean my head back and look at both their faces, smiling. It’s so fulfilling, seeing them both side by side, feeling that they are both mine, in body and soul.
“As long as I have you both, I can spend an eternity naked, in these chains.” And I mean it. I’ll never get enough of this passion.
Silas opens his mouth to say something, but a sound goes through the dungeon, making him stop short. It’s just outside the cell, like the scuttling of a rat. One look at each other is enough to understand what the others are thinking—we’re not alone.
Zillard
MY COCK STILL THROBS when I reach the Lord Protector’s mansion. I could barely keep back, watching what went down in that dungeon, the lusty Lucia being taken by those two animals. I wanted to join, so bad, I wanted to take her mouth like the warlock did.
