by C. Swallow
We all go silent as they walk by and I make the decision to take us to the rooftop.
I flounce to Zarcar’s side and duck under his arm, jumping onto the window, “Let’s go,” I slip to the jutting stone ledge beneath and hold the window sill to gaze at the irate but tired Zar and the equally irate but tired Lix.
I didn’t want them to fight. I wanted them to co-operate.
“You’re my Venatores,” I add, before I slip away to lead them to the top, “Follow me.”
My simple words has Lix wheezing to keep in a delighted chuckle and Zarcar growls, in both acceptance and annoyance.
I’m glad Zarcar doesn’t reach out and stop me from leading them, however.
So, I creep along the stones then haul myself up to the rooftop. I sit on the edge a bit further down, waiting for the Mystifyer’s to join me.
Zarcar jumps up next, fighting back words as he grumbles and sits down to the right of me, curious of what I’ll say.
As Lix follows, he slides into my left.
Now I have 2 shirtless Mystifyer’s on either side of me.
Hmmm. How delicious.
I was also somewhat disappointed I didn’t get to see them Shift.
“I wish to speak,” I say gently enough as I boldly reach out and grasp both their knees. Zarcar is so shocked, that he’s lost for words for a few seconds. Lixar just remains silent, curious what I’ll say. I quickly get the words out before my Warlord ruins my moment, “We’re a team. I may not know much but we should trust one another. I trust Zarcar. I trust you enough…” I glance at Lix, “Tell me about Torrent. What’s he like?”
“No,” that’s Zarcar’s answer.
“Uh… nah,” Lixar also replies after a few moments of thought.
“Well, this was useless, I’m going to go have my bath,” I take my hands from either of their legs… but that’s when Zarcar goes to grab my elbow… and Lixar reaches to grab my other arm.
Zar growls at Lix and Lix hesitates… but then grabs my elbow anyway, scoffing at his cousin for his possession.
“Perhaps you should have said sooner,” Lixar murmurs, mischievously, “To Chyronex… that fucking is not a one-way street. She benefits just as much as you do. It strengthens the magic and the soul of the Venatores. Real bonding. Nothing bad about sex in a Venatores. Only benefits.”
“I’ll happily call a wind to knock you right off this edge, Lixar,” Zarcar murmurs, relaxed enough for now.
“Chyronex, please, speak your mind on possibly sharing… us,” Lixar mentions, shrugging a shoulder.
“I’ve only ever slept with Zarcar, how could I compare?” I blurt out, confused. Zarcar slowly turns to me with a raised brow at my choice in words, “What?” I ask, with a naughty tone.
It was fun teasing Zarcar, I’ll admit and I felt cockier with Lixar present.
“What if we surprised our King again,” Lixar jumps in before Zarcar can get a word in, “What if we enjoyed sharing her and didn’t make a fuss.”
“She’d never want to sleep with you,” Zarcar cuts in, while chuckling.
“But if Rey commands it?” Lix mentions.
My Warlord goes silent. He has no response for this.
“What… if…” I consider my words carefully, “We… tried… for fun and research purposes anyway… like…”
“What, my sweetheart, are you trying to say?” Zarcar can’t even look at me as he watches the night sky instead.
“We could try, to take turns, I’m not sure how it works but I could service both of you?” I lick my lips, “…what’s the harm in trying?”
“Am I not good enough?” Zarcar asks, “So you have wanted Lixar this whole time?”
“It’s just sex,” I shrug, “What’s the big deal?”
“I like her,” Lixar whispers.
“We don’t have to rush, let’s just leave the conversation at that. I want to bathe now,” I smile at a stunned and fuming Zarcar, who is quickly regaining his sense of control as he thinks quickly.
“I would rather kill my cousin and have you all to myself, little sweety,” Zarcar isn’t even fazed by my willingness anymore.
Lixar loses his smirk.
“…blinded by your lust,” Lix snarls low over the top of me, “Selfish, greedy, whore. That’s what you are, cousin. You’ve always been a selfish bastard. You never knew how to share. How about when your sweet Chyronex loses her temper and doesn’t back down, you think about what it would be like to…” Lix loses his thoughts as he suddenly blurts, “Oh, Moon. That’s it. I worked it out!”
“What?” I ask, curious.
Even Zarcar waits for Lixar to tell us his revelation.
“Draconess’ rule,” Lixar growls at me, shaking my arm to emphasize his point, “You Command the Venatores. The only way to possibly weaken you and keep you submissive… is to keep you contained. Three Mystifyers at any time would overpower a Draconess. Rey is surrounding you with us… because as our kind can Mate to you… many of us can overpower you. It’s happened in the past. At times. Rarely. But even Queens can run rampart and need to be calmed down. It’s all about controlling your power.”
“I’d have to agree,” Zarcar murmurs, hooding his eyes, “But there is a reason I keep her knowledge so little…”
“To keep her submissive,” Lixar chuckles, “Or there is the other option. Tell her everything. As long as we agree to help keep her… mellow…” Lixar lips his lips, “Or would you rather kill me still?”
“Our Draconess needs to bathe now,” Zarcar chooses to change the subject and I try not to roll my eyes… until he randomly adds, “Cousin. Do you wish to help?”
Oh.
I thought he was awkwardly going to change the subject.
I flip my head to each man, back and forth… was I imagining things… or… was Zarcar actually agreeing to this all of a sudden.
When it became about control… he…
“W-what...?” I whisper.
“For the record, I have no issue in sharing,” Zarcar talks over me, as if I’m not there, “I have an issue with you, cousin. Will you tame her… or would you throw her in the hellfire….” There is meaning behind those words.
Words I still don’t understand.
“I’ve learnt from my mistakes, that’s why we make them,” Lixar growls, “I have a second chance. What do you think I’ll choose if it ever came to that?”
“I’m right here, you can talk to me too –“ I am ignored.
“Fair enough. Now… something relevant… I’m sick of her not wearing any shoes,” Zarcar growls.
“I have to agree,” Lix nods.
“I was thinking of punishing her tonight but I don’t think a normal spanking will do, perhaps you’ll assist me and we can find a common ground?” Zarcar murmurs.
“We used to joke like this with Aisha,” Lix smiles in fond memory of someone else, “Let us not make the same mistake twice. It’s not a joke. It’s now necessary.”
“Whatever is necessary, must be done. Chyronex is… special… she must be protected,” Zarcar’s lips twitch up.
“Do you think the bath is ready?” Lix asks.
Zarcar growls a yes with an incomprehensible noise.
Lixar grins and jumps to his feet, heading back down… he leaves me with his cousin.
I am both… confused… and rattled.
Zarcar leans over to my ear as I watch Lixar go… and I feel his hot breath run over my cheek and down my neck, “You asked for this, sweetheart… and I will always give my Draconess what she desires… whether or not she’s aware of the consequences. That’s something I can at least have fun with.”
Oh, so this was my fault, was it?
I turn back to him to spit and hiss out my protest – but he smoothly glides to his feet and yanks me up with him.
“Get down and get inside,” Zarcar commands it.
My stomach flips as I grit my teeth.
Shit.
I had no idea how much of this was real…
if it was all a big joke… or if they were both entirely and completely dead serious on everything they just discussed in front of me.
I had no idea what to conclude in this moment.
I’d find out soon enough, however, exactly how serious Mystifyer’s were about a Draconess’ protection and… and… other things.
Chapter 27
When Zarcar and I reach my bedchamber from the rooftop, we pass through the door to see Lixar already reclining in my bath.
“Excuse me?” I storm past my Warlord and grab the edge of the tub, glaring at a relaxed Lix, who’s leaning against the ceramic, arms up on the rims, one eye shut while the other is lazily watching my protest, “This is my room and my bath, get out this instant!”
“After you’re spoiled between your pretty little legs, you should bathe, not before,” Lix waves me off, sighing as he closes his eye, “How shall we punish Chyronex, dear cousin?”
Zarcar slides up behind me, his hands find their way to my shoulders, pressing down and seemingly massaging me as he thinks.
“A Queen needs to be taught propriety. No shoes and blackened feet are one thing… perhaps she should learn to wear shoes by bathing my feet with her tongue while naked and supplicating herself to her Keeper,” Zarcar hums and huhs while I stiffen my spine and glare at both of them, first at Lix’s smirk as he remains in the water with closed eyes… and then Zarcar, who watches me with an eager expression.
“Or,” I whisper, “I shall fly out this window as my Draconess and teach you both a lesson in submission, in my Venatores, you will obey me! I am in charge. You are simply just my Keeper, Zar, a protector, a guard… and Lix teaches me skills in war, a mere director and advisor as far as I’m concerned… I don’t see how punishment and submission for I, is necessary. Bare feet? Get used to it.”
“Oh, shush. Of course, punishment is necessary when it comes to silly little girls like you,” Lix snaps his hazel eyes open and flicks water in my face, “You’re a cheeky priestess, you’re barely a Draconess, you’ve shifted once –” as Lix is insulting me, I murmur a spell with the moon light and the water from the bath starts to boil within seconds.
As Lix promptly shuts up and yelps out, leaping stark naked out of the water, Zarcar slaps a hand over my mouth and swings me towards the bed while my arms flail and I pound my fists on his arms.
“No magic!” Zarcar snarls as he walks me forward, leans into me and presses my face down into the sheets, keeping his palm on the back of my skull, while growling, “I’m warning you, Chyronex. We will continue this in the dungeons if you do not behave.”
“Two can play at that game, witch,” Lix laughs while he whines in pain, hopping to the window and leaning on the sill while the wind cools him off, his skin red and bright… he murmurs, “Her thoughts, Zar, are centred around selfish little musings. When she is not thinking of eating a berry, picking a daisy, or reading a book, she is wishing that she’s shown a great deal of attention… an attention slut… to be honest… I am not surprised… she is a very typical demoness. One of her fantasies, I’ve picked up on while she was in a fever, is being fucked at random, in public… tortured in dungeons… pounded to dust all night… sucking cock right down her tiny little throat and–”
“Stop it! Shut up! How dare you expose my mind! I will curse you, Lix!” I struggle back against Zarcar, who simply holds my head down firmer, whacks up my dress with his free hand and smacks my bare ass.
“Contain yourself, sweetheart,” Zarcar snarls from above.
“I will not!” I close my eyes as Lix’s tone, taunting under his breath while coming further towards me… suddenly drowns out as a rushing power surges through my soul, my voice merging with the demoness as I murmur, “I will not submit to your insolent, disrespectful words, I am the Queen–”
I feel something flick against my head and Zarcar murmurs a thank you as he takes a piece of… rope… and loops it around my neck.
As his loop is quickly secured, my insides stop churning and my magic quietens.
Those damn spelled ropes! Argh!
I relax my body as my magic quietens and I growl into the sheets.
Zarcar spanks me one more time, grabbing my arms and hauling me up, in a whirl, Lixar steps forward and rips my shift from me and then they both pick my naked body up and throw me in the bath.
I land in a violent splash before sinking to the bottom, water now perfectly hot, my chin dipping into the water as I recline back even with the rope around my neck, the end in Zarcar’s hand.
As they both stare at me in exasperation, I murmur, “That is one way to get my bath back. Now shoo and let me bathe –”
“I take back the affection from the temple,” Lixar growls to Zarcar, “What a lying, conniving little witch.”
“What happened to your little plan, Chyronex?” Zarcar asks, “Servicing both of us… for research… or do you want everything your way?”
Now I close my eyes and lean back, holding up a hand, I flick my wrist at both of them, “Of course. Now leave.”
As they both go silent, I hear the door slam and the rope slacken.
When I open my eyes, Lixar is leaning against the door, arms crossed over his naked chest, his cock boldly showing… while Zarcar has dropped the rope temporarily to kick off his boots and then his pants.
When they are both naked, I start prying the rope from my neck as it’s now loose and easy to undo.
I take it off and throw it aside, watching as Zarcar assess me, now naked himself.
Lixar continues to fume while he breathes deeply, before he murmurs, “…it is time, isn’t it?”
“For a hunt, yes, why yes it is,” Zarcar murmurs back in agreeance, “She will only learn once we show her.”
“Hmmm…” Lixar peels open his eyes and slowly grins at me, “Oh, she will struggle, won’t she?”
“Bathe, get up and jump out the window,” Zarcar growls at me as he walks backwards and sits on the edge of the bed, “When you’re ready, dearest.”
“Oh?” I wipe my hands over my naked body, clearly I have pushed them to their wits end.
They want me to hunt, untrained… to show me how I needed guidance and a helping hand.
But as much as I wanted to see what this Venatores was capable of… I now had two naked Mystifyers in my room and I was quite pleased with the view, even as they both seemed… anxious for my understanding.
I stand up while they brood and I turn towards the fire while standing in the water. I reach down and cup some water in my palm, running it along the inside of my thighs, humming to myself, “What a mess,” I rub along my skin… and I rub higher… and higher, while spreading my palms along my stomach… trailing my fingers up to my rib cage, I massage my breasts while staring at the fire, “I guess I should jump out the window now and hunt…” I sound so disappointed as I take a step out of the bath, long and slow, putting my foot on the rim and slipping my sole down to the end of the bath’s rim… my legs spread and I laugh while I say, “…oops,” I knew Mystifyers had a thing for… my taste… and I wasn’t afraid to use it against them, “…actually,” I speak into the fire, “Can you both inspect me and check if I am indeed, clean?” I run my hand back between my legs, pushing a finger into my folds, drawing out a slither of juice… for their cocks, “Oh, on second thoughts, no need… I am clean… hmm…” I jump out of the bath and I turn to see what they’ve been doing, while licking my finger clean.
Zarcar is still sitting on the bed, where he was, grabbing the bed post with a veiny frustrated hand.
Lixar has left the door and is sitting next to Zarcar now, leaning back on his palms… both their cocks are suddenly hard.
Neither of them speak as I flounce forward and slide to my knees in front of them, placing a hand on both their thighs… high enough to be inches from their shafts.
I bite my bottom lip, “Are we ready to hunt?” I ask, while reaching forward and tickling a finger along their pelvic bones, “…you’re both so quiet…
it’s delightful…”
“Are you going to talk at our cocks all night?” Lix asks.
I lower my lids and I consider my words as I hold my eyes closed, slowly grabbing their shafts and hearing them hiss.
When I open my eyes… I see a dart of a shadow… and it’s at the base of the door.
Oh, no.
Rey?
My nose smells his lurking presence and without thinking, I loudly continue, “I want you both to ravish me all night until I’m completely satisfied and covered in your seed. I want you to taste my skin… in complete darkness… I want you to share me… hopefully every night… until I’m moaning with compliancy the next day… and one day, maybe the Immortal King,” I drawl, coyly adding, “Will understand my desires are not to contest him, but to please all my conquerors. Until… until the end of time.”