Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  Clad in my nightgown, I stride towards Tannic, oozing nothing but confidence. “I have an idea for him. Are the chains loose enough?”

  Kostya nods. “They give him a meter or so of room.”

  Just enough. “I have two ideas. The first is a simple one. You say that he cheated upon you?”

  Kostya grins, and my heart leaps slightly. “Yes. Many times.”

  “Then he has to watch us. Watch as you don't keep it in your pants. And if he comes, he will be punished.”

  A glint of desire ignites Kostya's expression. “Yes...” he whispers.

  Close to Tannic, but not close enough for him to reach, I go to seize Kostya by his collar, and pull him towards me. “Let him watch as you do what he did.”

  Kostya chuckles, and I see my darkness reflected in his eyes like mirrors. He's getting turned on by the idea. I see the shift of his pants, and I grin as I unbutton his shirt and try to keep my cool, not wanting to admit I'm interested in what lurks beneath. I tear off his expensive clothes, revealing a hairless chest underneath, well toned, not quite as sculpted as Tannic, but packing power in there.

  I stare down his lightly bearded face, those dark, thin lips, the pale and hard contrast of his body, as if he's made out of metal, and run my fingers in the gap between his pecs. All the while, I'm fighting my own excitement. It's so easy to get carried away like this, though I control my breathing as I peel off my own nightshirt. Kostya examines my now naked body with keen interest. I didn't have anything underneath – partly because I suspected what might be needed of me.

  But to take control, however, is something else. I tell Kostya to take off his pants, and he obeys, those eyes shining dangerously, the smile upon his lips, even as I hear Tannic groan.

  Is he upset or turned on? I can't be sure. But I scrutinize Kostya's now fully naked form, the well shaped musculature and the hardness to his face, despite the soft oval curve of it.

  I smile at him, full of confidence, as I grab his manhood then softly stroke my fingers over it. It's already hard, and I know he's getting off on this almost as much as I am.

  Tannic lets out a whimper as I lean forward to kiss Kostya on the lips, quickly turning it into open mouthed kisses, where our tongues seek one another greedily. I close my eyes to indulge in the taste of him, and the hot breath and shiver of his form.

  I'm ready for much more, and I touch the sensitive part of him, feeling how slippery it is, as well as sensing the wetness between my legs, because I'm sopping at this point. Turned on beyond anything I might have expected.

  With Kallen, I turned myself on by imagining things in my head. Imagining other men and coming, not from his shit attention to me, but from mine. With this, I find myself actually turned on by Kostya himself, with the power he contains in his body The control, and the confident, dangerous smile upon his lips. It's all so wrong, somehow. Yet so delicious. Tantalizing, even.

  Our kisses grow fiery hot, burning the air around us, and my heart's hammering fast, matching Kostya's. Before long, I step away and guide him over to the sofa, burning to be taken, though I keep my cool demeanor, acting clinical, like it's no big deal for either of us. That we're doing this solely to make Tannic suffer the consequences of his actions.

  I lay back on the leather sofa as it creaks, and Kostya settles himself between my legs, and then slides himself inside me, filling up the empty space there. It's been a long time since I've wanted someone's manhood inside me like this, so I make the most of it, sighing and closing my eyes, before letting loose a wicked smirk and amplifying the sound effects as he thrusts inside me.

  I moan, whimper and encourage him to go faster, harder – until my breasts are unable to sit still on my chest, and the leather constantly squeaks and cracks. Kostya focuses on me with hard determination, his eyes icy chips as he bores them into mine.

  When Tannic lets out an exclamation of anger, we just continue our carnal interaction, and I laugh as I feel the orgasm build up inside me, tensing itself in my thighs, channelling through Kostya's energy into something powerful. I let out a long, high pitched scream as it rages through me, flooding every nerve and bathing my blood in licks of heat and electricity, everything that a passionate encounter leaves between lovers. Not that I'd describe us as lovers, exactly. Not at this point. Accomplices, perhaps.

  He comes inside me as well, and slows down, panting fast, water beading over his nose and streaking over his cheeks. Without me prompting him, he leans then to kiss me furiously with such force that I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. I shake my head, dazed, as he releases me from his lips and pulls out. Remembering that I'm not just here to get my rocks off, I turn to stare at Tannic.

  It's obvious to the both of us that the shifter has ejaculated.

  “Someone,” Kostya says then, his voice hissing ominously, “Has done something he's not meant to have done.”

  Both of us turn to face him, and he shudders, genuine fear flowing through his skin. Kostya simply gets up, and I follow, though my legs are unsteady, still warm and glowing from the orgasm writhing inside.

  “I think, since you like coming so much,” Kostya says, now crouching naked beside Tannic, “that you should come again. And again. And again.”

  Tannic now stares at Kostya.

  “You first, my lady?” Kostya bows to me, and I smile imperiously back.

  “You're too kind.” I touch Tannic's limp erection, and it's not long before my motions help bring it back into hardness again. I imagine, for a brief moment, what that enormous thick cock might feel like inside me, and I realize I'm raring and ready to go again, despite having only orgasmed a few minutes before. That thought burns me up with curiosity, even as the shifter groans, my hand touching him where perhaps a woman has never touched him before.

  I feel his muscles tense and hear his breath quicken as I torture him this way, until my curiosity gets the better of me, and I force him to lie back, so that I can straddle him.

  “You want to know what he felt when he went inside me?” I whisper, smirking devilishly, and Tannic shudders in response. I hear Kostya's voice hitch in excitement, as I lower myself onto Tannics huge erection, and groan as he stretches my insides wide, causing both a mix of pain and pleasure.

  I move slowly above him, even as he lets out another soft whimper, eyes fixated upon my breasts as I begin to ride him hard, racing myself to another orgasm. It's easy to come again, with his huge manhood jabbing at my g-spot, and my eyes hood over. I smile as I give into the darkness inside me.

  I come at the same time he does and feel his warmth mix up with Kostya's, and I enjoy the second orgasm. My inner walls convulse around his cock, making him hiss, and his eyes roll back for a moment.

  “Oh, we're not done yet,” I whisper, though my legs at this point feel wobbly and unstable. Rocked by two orgasms, I extract myself from him and grab his slick cock, forcing it shortly to become erect again. His face contorts in pain, as he's incredibly sensitive at this point, unable to endure much more.

  I don't stop, though. Kostya's hard again as well, and even as I work away at Tannic's erection, Kostya pushes Tannic to his knees, so he can take him from behind. Tannic groans, his eyes squeezing shut as Kostya forces himself in deep. It must be painful, but he grows even thicker and harder under my hands, and I know he likes it. He wants Kostya so badly. He's willing to go through all this shit.

  The thought ignites the fire inside me hotter, deeper, and between us, we make Tannic come three more times. He lies in an exhausted, throbbing heap on the floor after Kostya jerks him off for the fifth time, and we both stare at the imprisoned prince, who is partially teary, but not protesting or complaining.

  Instantly, I feel a little guilty, before I let it be disguised under my darkness. I nod to Kostya.

  “He's going to have a hard few months, I think.”

  Kostya chuckles, though he sounds weary as well. “Definitely.”

  How odd, I think, that I've been thrust straight to the other
side of the scales. To be the one who does this, to be in control and triumphant about it.

  To have both these handsome shifters under my thumb, because Kostya obeyed my instructions explicitly. Even if Tannic doesn't want to obey me, he'll listen to Kostya. I see it in the way Kostya looks at me. I sense he admires my manner, and that he's drawn to my darkness. I believe it turns him on, to have that spark flare up inside me.

  How odd.

  Chapter Three

  The one thing I will say is this. Since being captured by the prince of Balteria, I've found my life conditions drastically improving, but at the slight cost of my soul. Instead of using the darkness to cocoon me, I'm instead employing it as my go to feeling, as I imagine the different sorts of things we can do to Tannic together. I still desire my freedom, of course. Not just the freedom to roam around the markets, though that's a blessing in itself, or the freedom to talk to Lucille and Kalina about the dragons, and to bitch about them – but to actually find a way to contact my parents. To let them know I'm alive.

  I think it will bring them relief. They will likely be looking for me even now, hoping against hope that I'm alive, and not murdered.

  That's my goal, and I feel I'm more likely able to work up to it with Kostya, as he respects me a lot more than Kallen ever did. Sure, I'm still here for a rather heavy purpose, but it's one I can cope with, and I find time to smile and to enjoy what I have.

  I like I can now walk out into the city, explore the nooks and crannies of a world that seems a step back into another era. There's no technology, or at least, the kind that allows me to access the internet. There's electricity for light, for cooking, and to ensure every household has warm water, but other than that, it's quite a frugal lifestyle. Market stall owners hold a lot of items, from the bizarre to the sensible, such as pickled goat hoof or well designed clothes.

  One shop, which seems incredibly popular, is a book and game shop, and the shifters in there are constantly working on new board games, or obtaining them from the human world below.

  Shifters who have travelled around the world come back to them to report what's going on, though Balteria is only really interested in what other dragon shifters are doing. They don't have time for the lesser shifters, and they couldn't give a shit who is prime minister or president of where. Apparently some humans have tried approaching them to recruit for wars, but they've refused every offer.

  When I'm not breathing the fresh mountain air, or exploring the small woodland enclosed within the mountain basin, and the cold lakes where the shifters cultivate fish to live, using heated piping underneath the waters to keep them warm enough for life – I'm in the palace.

  Over the two months since I first arrived and put Tannic through a rather torturous introductory session, things have been taking a rather different pace. Lucille and Kalina seem to be the ones offering me a kind of support network in this time. I'm not really sure why they've decided to talk to me, though I appreciate it all the same. Lucille seems to be the lighter hearted one, which I suppose suits her fabulously blonde hair and light complexion. Kalina, with an olive skin tint, acts more cynical and is prone to cracking sarcastic lines, though she's entertaining in her own way.

  We've even played board games, and it's now getting to the point where we have a weekly board game session. Right now, we're playing a game called Call of Cthulhu: Arkham Horror. It's complicated and the rules tend to go over my head a bit, but Kostya helps guide us through the sessions. We play with our characters, the investigators, and try to stop the old Gods from waking up and destroying Arkham. As long as we don't get lost in time and space, hospitalized or devoured. That sort of thing.

  I must say, I get addicted to the vibe that we share, of gathering together to play some complex game and to laugh and joke amongst ourselves.

  Kostya greatly enjoys my company, and he's often taken me aside just to talk about some of the views he has on his society, and his viper nest of a family.

  I don't mind listening to him. I like him, honestly, though I think anyone at this point would have been better than Kallen. It bothers me in a way I still don't know if Kallen is alive or dead, because I'd like him to be dead.

  That way, he won't cause any more suffering to the girls he plans to take.

  When I've not been hanging out with Kostya, Lucille or Kalina, I've had talks with Tannic. Tannic doesn't spend all his time lying in Kostya's chambers, waiting to be taken. When he's not there for the bondage session, he functions rather normally. He acts as normal as he can to his family, even though I can see the dislike upon their faces.

  He's not so popular with anyone here, and I think I'm starting to understand just how much he fucked up. The jilted lovers he slept with are particularly venomous. I've seen one of them throw a rock at him on the street, and when he was in dragon form, a vibrant burgundy color, he got assaulted by a red dragon, obviously from Kostya's side of the family tree, but not someone I've personally come into contact with.

  Tannic seems to be having a rather bad time of things, and I find it difficult to pity him.

  I did bump into him once when I was returning from the market, and he actually asked me to stop.

  “Hey. Ria.”

  I try to keep my expression absolutely neutral as I turn to face him, despite the curious stares of everyone else. “Yes?”

  “I just wanted to say – thank you for what you're doing with Kostya.”

  This takes me by surprise. “What?”

  The muscular shifter appears a little embarrassed as he ploughs on. I don't think he's a bad person, honestly, but he has poor judgement, and he's never denied the cheating. “Kostya usually is a lot more aloof. Hard to get to know well. But I notice around you that he's being more open, more talkative. Whatever you're doing to him, you have quite the effect.”

  Really? Of course, I don't know much about Kostya before I met him, when he helped yank me away from that accursed wolf village in the middle of nowhere, taking me to a place I could at least pinpoint on a map if I had one. I'm a little surprised at Tannic's praise, mostly because I don't think he would like me. Not after what I've done to him and made him go through in tandem with Kostya.

  “Tannic, aren't you jealous of me? I expect you full well to not like me.”

  He runs a huge hand through his bleached blonde hair, his face crinkling in thought. Then, it clouds over slightly, even as we match paces to walk down the cobbled street together.

  “At first,” he says, “No. In fact, even the thought of being with a woman made me... less than happy. I don't know why I'm wired that way. So yes, I did feel pangs of jealously, even as I... enjoyed it.” He hesitates a moment, his eyes momentarily holding mine. “But, given what I've done to Kostya, I don't have a right to feel that way.”

  “Why?” I ask. “Why did you cheat on him? You must have known it was wrong. Don't give me some bullshit excuse that you couldn't control your urges. If you love someone enough, you will.” The words spit out of me, and I surprise myself at the vehemence of them. Somewhere, it seems in the back of my head, I've been drawn into the dynamics of these two. In spite of everything that's happened. I like Kostya. Sure, I think he's acting extreme with how he's treating Tannic, but I also suspect he's doing it because he did love Tannic. Which is a weird theory, but it makes sense for me. He doesn't want to lose Tannic, but he's furious with what's happened. The only possible way he might ever learn to forgive the shifter is by an extended pact. A commitment of sorts. Being someone's personal sex slave for a year is a pretty hefty commitment from a prince.

  I wonder if Kostya tires of the act, as well. Of needing to tap into his darkness so often, to force himself into that guise of hate. I think it must be exhausting to keep hating someone you loved, and who still remains a huge part of your life.

  Love is strange, I guess.

  Tannic gives me a surly shrug, and when I glare at him, he then gives me an admonished look. “I didn't want to commit.”

  I laugh. “Serio
usly? That's your reason?”

  Tannic squeezes his eyes shut for a second. “I know it sounds stupid, but I just didn't want to get tied down to one person. I mean, it's expected of us that we fool around, you know, sow our wild oats as it were. The fact I... got where I got with Kostya was difficult. It wasn't supposed to happen.”

  “So. You cheated on him because you thought it was impossible to fall in love with someone so early? That's so fucked up. Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

  The blonde shifter shakes his head, obviously disliking the way I'm talking to him, and of the curious stares he's getting from passerbys.

  “It seemed like a good excuse at the time.”

  “Yeah, well, it's not. But... at least you're trying to make up for your mistakes,” I admit grudgingly. “It's not going to be a good ride for you, though. Kostya's furious. I think he really loved you. You fucked up big time. I think you're lucky he's even giving you a chance, though obviously it might be more fun if you're not being torn apart every single time you guys clash together.”

  A tendon twitches in Tannic's neck, and his hands clench into meaty fists. “Perhaps. I just hope... I hope he'll remember what we used to be. I've had plenty of time to remember. But I think... maybe someone like you might be good for us both. You can mediate. You can be soft, and kind, I think.”

  I laugh scornfully. “You think I'm kind? Have you been in the same room as me, lately?”

  “Enough to know that you protect your innocence inside you fiercely. I know humans have a rough time of it with us shifters. We find it necessary for the function of our society to isolate. More and more women come to us of their own free will, nowadays, but there's still issues with it.”

  “You're damn right there's issues,” I hiss. “And I'm not happy at not being able to contact my parents. Like, whatever, I'm stuck here. But I don't want to have them wondering whether I'm dead or alive for the rest of their lives. That's unfair.”

  “I understand. We don't want to provoke war with what we do. We can crush humans. Your weapons, your nukes mean nothing to us. Instead, we prefer the lesser evil. We do only what we must to keep our society functioning.”