Finding Bliss: Fantasy MMMM Gay Romance (Trial of Submission Book 3)

by Natalie Wish

  “That’s it. Good puppy. Look at you,” the prince said with delight.

  “Ooh, that looks fun,” Mexi joined in, both sets of hands caressing different parts of Rogan’s body now. Scratching behind his ears, petting his pecks, smoothing down his hair, with at least one of them still tormenting the area of his abs.

  Rogan panted from the sensation, feeling cherished.

  Until Xanran inserted himself between the hands and flopped onto Rogan.

  “Uff!” The breath was stolen from his lungs when the dragon’s hard body unceremoniously pressed him into the floor.

  With the way Xanran was trying to both rub over Rogan AND get the others to pet him it was unclear if he was more jealous of not getting the attention, or missing the fun of messing with Rogan.

  Saainren tsked at the disobedient kitty and pulled him off Rogan by the collar. The black material dug into the dragon’s throat and Rogan could see from the other man’s expression that he enjoyed the sensation.

  “Interrupting again? Bad kitty. It seems I will have to punish you,” Saainren said in a stern voice. Xanran lowered his head in an act of contrition, so only Rogan witnessed the grin on his face, like the cat that just got the cream. “Wait on the bed until we finish with Rogan,”

  Xanran let himself be exiled to the bed and crawled there. Even on all fours he could affect a haughty posture, like one of the cats that pretended they didn’t need your attentio. He was a much better actor than Rogan.

  “And as for you, puppy...” his attention snapped back to his Dom. “I think you deserve this, hmm?” The prince showed the red collar. “Come.”

  A second later Rogan was on his knees in front of the prince, waiting like a good boy.

  The collar jingled deliciously and only now he spotted the black circle at the front. The prince touched a fingertip to it and Rogan could see magical writing appear on the smooth surface. He tried to read it, but Saainren pulled it back.

  “Dogs can’t read, so I will read it to you, puppy.” He opened the collar and walked behind Rogan to set it in place.

  He leaned down to breath into Rogan’s ear:

  “It says your name and to return you to me if you get lost.”

  Rogan couldn’t keep the shiver that ran down his body at the touch of the collar around his neck, at the possessive words. It felt so good to have Saainren’s name on his tag, there for everybody to see who was the owner of his body, soul, and heart.

  “Now, there’s only one thing left, and you will be perfect for me,” Saainren murmured and Mexi gave the man another thing from the stash he carried into the room.

  “Present yourself for me,” the prince demanded, and Rogan would follow the order, but he didn’t know what that meant. He made a confused noise.

  “Lean forward,” Saainren guided him. “On your knees. Legs spread.” He pushed Rogan’s chest lower, until he was lying with his face to the ground and his ass in the air.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  So that’s what he meant.

  The urge to cover his face was strong, but it was overpowered by sensation when the mage sank his already oiled finger into him. The vulnerable position made his whole body heat up and he panted into the floor, drooling a little onto the colorful divan, when the prince gave him one, then two, then three fingers. Was he going to fuck him? Rogan looked back when the slender digits pulled back and gaped in shock at what he saw.

  He moved forward a bit, away from the object the prince was holding, but was easily kept in place, with Saainren’s hand on his back pushing him down.

  In the prince’s hand there was a plug. A plug with a tail attached to it. A fluffy tail, that was being put into Rogan’s ass. He caved to his urge and closed his eyes as his cheeks went aflame, but he stopped struggling, accepting the prince’s gift.

  Saainren didn’t make it easy on him, when he coaxed the plug in gently, with backwards and forwards motions, that made him want to squirm, instead of just shoving it in in one go. Rogan whined a bit when the toy was finally settled in him and the prince ran his hand over the whole length of the fluffy tail. He patted Rogan’s ass proprietarily and got up, walking briskly to the bed and Rogan knew he was expected to follow.

  He placed one hand after the other, shuffling forward awkwardly on his knees, the tail that was swinging with his motions only hindering this task.

  He looked up only when he saw the bed in front of him. And what a sight it was.

  Mexi migrated to the bed when Rogan wasn’t looking. A mistake. At least judging by how the elf was now trapped under the muscled form of Xanran. Somebody forgot to tell Xanran that he was supposed to be a meek house cat, because the way he attacked Mexi with his licks and bites and shamelessly kept him held under his stronger body was more akin to a lion, or maybe a leopard, than a cute kitty.

  He was wild. Untamed.

  And he looked damn good with a cat’s tail, a gift from Mexi no doubt, sticking out of him. Rogan had an urge to yank on it.

  “Xanran!” the prince called out, scandalized at the behavior of the dragon who was supposed to wait patiently for his punishment. The man was truly an adrenaline junkie judging by the way he looked over his shoulder at Saainren and raked his sharp fingernails down Mexi’s flanks making him yelp. There would be red lines left on the elf’s skin from that move.

  “Oh, you are playing with fire,” Saainren muttered darkly. “I was planning to give you a punishment you would truly enjoy, but maybe it’s time to really teach you a lesson. Mexi, get me the ropes.”

  The elf scrabbled from underneath the larger man, who reluctantly let him go, knowing he was in enough trouble already.

  Rogan watched as Saainren handled the misbehaving pet with Mexi’s help and soon they made good use of the ropes. Xanran was laid on the bed with his knees bent and arms back. His wrists were connected to his ankles and he was bound in a stress position where he could barely move. He didn’t fight them when he was tied up and made so vulnerable, unable to fight back even with all the strength in his body, obviously pleased with where it was going.

  He wasn’t so pleased when Saainren just left him there; half hard, vibrating with excitement and not being touched. Instead, he turned to Rogan and coaxed him onto the big bed.

  “Since only one of you was a good boy, I will give Rogan his reward now,” the prince announced like a king passing an indisputable decree.

  Xanran made a long protesting cat sound, grating on the ears, not at all cute, letting his displeasure be known.

  Saainren just ignored him and turned all of his attention to Rogan.

  “What would my cute puppy like?” the prince asked and started stroking his hair and playing with his dog ears.

  Rogan decided to be bold and lowered his face a little, nuzzling into Saainren’s crotch, still covered by the towel. He pulled at it a bit with his teeth and looked up at the prince, while still holding the material in his mouth.

  “Is that what you want?” Saainren laughed carefreely, while Xanran was struggling in his bonds, trying to get the attention back on him, just a few feet away from them. But the prince only had eyes for Rogan. “Very well. You can get what you want.”

  Receiving permission Rogan yanked at the towel hard, making the loose knot unravel and reveal the beautiful alabaster skin beneath. The erection before him was already standing proud, the prince’s enjoyment at Rogan’s submission apparent. It always made something warm flare in his chest to know he could instill desire in his liege so easily. Rogan started bringing his hand up to hold the prince’s manhood for his mouth, but an admonishment stopped him in his tracks.

  “A-a-a!” Saainren wagged a finger at him. “Puppies don’t use hands. Better put that tongue to work.”

  He put his hands down, so that he was on all fours and lapped once at his prize. It bobbed to the side at the barest pressure from his tong
ue, then bounced back to stand tall in front of him. Encouraged by a soft groan he lavished the whole length with licks, until he was slobbering all over his Dom’s dick, the saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth. With the erection getting wetter and more slippery it was harder to keep it where Rogan wanted it and seeing his frustration the prince laughed and magnanimously put a hand around the base of his long dick.

  Finally!

  Rogan could take it in his mouth now. Just sink down and suck on it. He groaned around the length in his mouth. There was a pitiful whine and for a second Rogan though that Saainren was the one that emitted the sound... but no, it was Xanran, still bound and no longer trashing about. His fellow sub caught his eye and made a plaintive meow.

  Rogan would smile if his lips weren’t stretched around the solid girth of the younger man’s cock. This was his reward, Xanran could watch and see what he was missing. He went at it with even more vigor, moving his head so fast the silky dog ears on his head swayed forth and back.

  “Good... good doggy,” Saainren gasped, snapping his hips into Rogan’s mouth.

  They worked together to get the prince’s cock down his throat, but it was a lot harder than usual, when he couldn’t control the pace, or just support himself with his hands on the other male’s hips. He choked at the pressure against his throat and had to pull back with a whine.

  “Too much, puppy? We don’t have to do that,” Saainren panted, looking down at him. “Just open your mouth and let me fuck it.”

  Rogan opened wide, waiting.

  “Here’s a good boy.”

  The prince fed him his cock slowly, luxuriating in the feeling. Rogan curled his hands in the sheets when his Dom started truly fucking his mouth. He made sure not to press too deep, and Rogan breathed raggedly through his nose, while he took all that was given to him. It was a glorious feeling, heightened only by the praise falling from his lover’s panting mouth.

  “Y-you are so good, puppy. Just the best boy for your.... ah! ...for your owner. Mmm... Now, take what I will... oh, just like that... take everything I will give you.”

  The hips snapping into him lost all rhythm, shuddering in ecstasy as hot semen filled Rogan’s mouth. He drank it all gratefully, gazing with adoration at the one who held his leash, in all metaphorical senses of this meaning.

  Saarinen’s hand clenched spasmodically in his hair, and then relaxed, as his fingers went lax with his orgasm rolling through his body. Rogan stayed in place, his throat working on swallowing all the remaining semen, along with copious amounts of saliva. Only when his erection waned completely Saainren pulled out of his mouth.

  “You did such a good job, puppy. Master is going to reward you now.”

  The still hungry tone of Saainren sent shivers down his spine. He was so ready for it, to get a mouth, or a hand on his cock, or to fuck Mexi, or even just hump his Dom’s leg until he came, but a small broken sound caught his attention.

  Xanran was looking at the prince and Rogan with wide eyes.

  “Meow...” the dragon produced another pitiful sound.

  Rogan hesitated in his plans. Xanran was still bound and very, very hard. His thighs were trembling slightly, and his beautiful purple eyes gazed pleadingly, straight into his own. Those eyes looked bigger than ever before, truly like a cat’s eyes when they gazed at you with all their adoration.

  Rogan’s defenses crumbled.

  He may be strong, but at the same time he was just a weak, weak man.

  He pulled back a bit and watching Saainren’s reaction all the time, crawled towards the helpless male. He nosed a bit against Xanran’s cheek and then looked back at the prince.

  Now, the puppy eyes joined the pleading kitty ones, and their combined power was enough to make even Saainren bend a little.

  He sighed and then laughed.

  “If that’s what you want my cute puppy. You can take care of your fellow pet.”

  “They are so pretty together,” Mexi murmured appreciatively from the side.

  Xanran was making those cute little high pitched noises and small meows, trying to lift his hips the tiniest bit higher, bending his spine and pressing his face into the bedding, in the perfect position for the taking.

  Rogan scrambled into the position behind the dragon and took out the tail plug. Maybe it was cheating a bit as dogs shouldn’t use their hands, but nobody seemed to care about it enough to scold him. Before he could worry that Xanran was prepared enough but he was not, there was a small hand on his cock, Mexi reaching from the side to spread oil on him. A few pulls were enough to get him fully hard and he readied himself at Xanran’s entrance.

  He pushed, draping himself over the dragon’s back, hovering over him on all fours as he entered him in one long stroke.

  Xanran trembled under him and the sounds escaping his mouth were truly indecent. He waited only the bare minimum needed for the man to settle, before he pulled back and pushed hard. Xanran yowled at the hard thrust but melted into the next ones as much as he could in his restrained position. The noises coming out of his pretty mouth left no question as to whether he was enjoying it. Rogan could see that he wanted to press back, to control the pace, but it was easy to lean harder on him, the weight of the muscular body pressing him into the bedding, taking from him the ability to perform even the tiniest movements. He was truly trapped and Rogan growled happily. Xanran produced a thrilling, pleading sound in response to his Domination.

  He wanted to say things to his dragon, tell him how tight he was around Rogan’s cock, how right it felt to have him hopeless and bound under him, but words weren’t allowed now. Instead, he turned all those feelings into action and bit harshly into Xanran’s neck, while he took him like a bitch in heat, fast and hard and utterly encompassing in his fiery want.

  The dragon... no, the kitty under him mewled, tilting his head as much as he could to give Rogan better access.

  Such a good kitty.

  He rewarded Xanran with three more punishing thrusts, going as deep as he ever dared, carving a space for himself in the tense body, before he came with a shout.

  The kitty under him struggled against his bonds, the ropes going taut as the orgasm wracked through his body as well, his head tossing on the bed sheets, the cat ears on his head adding to the allure of the completely fucked out sub.

  Rogan’s breath rasped in his lungs, the exertion settling sweetly with post coital bliss. He pulled out carefully and let Saainren work the spent Xanran out of the ropes. They left beautiful red marks where he pulled at them in his struggle with sensation. Xanran groaned and melted into the mattress while the prince massaged the feeling back into his arms and legs. Rogan looked at Mexi, watching them from the side with a smile, and noted that his towel was gone as well. He had to have found his own pleasure in their act when Rogan wasn’t looking.

  “Here, let me clean you, puppy.” Mexi used one of the discarded towels to clean first his face and then the rest of his body. It wasn’t a perfect job, but between Saainren and Mexi taking care of them both pets were in an acceptable state.

  Rogan inched closer to Xanran shyly and the dragon pulled him to himself as soon as he saw him.

  He really is like a kitten, Rogan thought as he fell asleep to Xanran’s purring.

  Chapter Four

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  Early in the morning there was a... shift. Something changing, even though everything around looked the same. Xanran extrapolated that it was likely Vitorous changing the place where the Dungeon (or just the portal to it?) manifested.

  Ha! Take that for generating energy! He knew his pretty moans were magic.

  They luxuriated in bed, Rogan venturing just for a moment to get them something to eat and drink, and spent the morning without many worries now that they were out of immediate reach of the Imperials.

  That is until Weix knocked at their door and invited them to a
dinner with him and Vitorous. They were left alone to prepare and couldn’t keep avoiding talking about the proverbial elephant in the room.

  “I’m starting to think... it may not have been the best idea to offer our help,” Xanran started.

  “Offer my help, you mean.” Rogan said bitterly, sending Xanran a scathing glance.

  Of course he would have thought it was a personal attack on him.

  “Hey, we all agreed. I just meant to say that when you add the Crimson Westland and this dangerous place to the tally...” Xanran trailed off.

  “And the worst part is that he is still careless with his power. What if we set him free and he goes on to create a third magical disaster?” Mexi put in.

  “To be fair it doesn’t seem that he did the things that went wrong on purpose... but he definitely chose not to think about potential consequences,” Saainren conceded warily. “We need to keep an eye on him but working with him is still our best bet to destroying this place. I trust that you will tell me if there is any more cause for concern when it comes to him.” The prince looked each of them in the eye, expression serious.

  There was no place for secrets and hasty moves in this matter.

  When they went to join Vitorous and Weix at the dinner table they saw Vitorous feeding Weix from his own hand. Based on the behavior already exhibited by the mage, he would have expected Weix to be on his knees, or in some other position that would show Vitorous’ power over him... but he was feeding him strawberries quite sweetly, like a true caring lover, while they sat side by side, their knees touching.

  “Let me give you one more,” Vitorous coaxed, hand already reaching for the next treat.

  “It’s discourteous to start eating without the guests,” Weix grumbled but his companion laughed.

  “Please, your beautiful eyes were fixed on those the whole day. If you want something you should just take it.” Vitorous said and presented the next strawberry.

  Weix eyed him for a moment. Not just the strawberry, Xanran thought, but the whole man and then leaned down to take the offered fruit.