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

by Natalie Wish

  “And how do you know if a lie has been spoken?” he inquired levelly.

  “Because I am the one who healed the Crimson Wasteland.”

  The statement caused another uproar and the Emperor sighed and sat back on the throne.

  “Let’s get this done fast. I want to see... General Masza, High Mage Outland and... you!” He pointed at one of the guards. “Get me someone from Rhet Mobilon’s unit. A grunt. Not his second.”

  It took a few minutes to gather everyone and in that time Hagard was ordered to take his place next to Mobilon, both men kneeling. One calm and the other visibly seething.

  “Knowing the truth of this matter is close to my heart, so we will do this now, with the citizens of the Empire as witnesses. I ask you, my subjects, how did you get rid of the scourge?”

  “The might of our soldiers fell the nasty creatures of the Crimson Wasteland,” Mobilon proclaimed proudly.

  “A druid’s connection to nature proved to be the key,” Hagard declared.

  “Of course, I had druids as well,” the captain hastily added.

  The Emperor looked to his two high officials and the poor soldier, who judging by his frilly costume, was on leave, accompanying one of the ladies.

  “They are both lying,” said the General sternly.

  The High Mage nodded, her long curly hair bouncing with the motion:

  “The Crimson Wasteland had a debilitating effect on druids and nobody with such a connection to nature could stand to be in this cursed place for more than a few minutes.”

  “I m-meant that I had mages with me! Mages!” Mobilon insisted desperately, sweat starting to drip down his brow.

  “I stand by my statement.” Hagard said calmly, in stark contrast to the other man.

  The Emperor frowned.

  “Explain.”

  “It is true that druids could be driven to madness in that place. But I found a druid unlike any other that could withstand the red magic. A dragon druid.”

  “Ha! A dragon druid. We never tried that,” the General admitted.

  The mage lady tapped her fingers against her lips.

  “That... could work.”

  “And what was the cause of this calamity?” the Emperor asked, drumming his fingers against the throne, his eyes narrowed slightly. This time Mobilon wasn’t so fast to throw the first stone, but the Emperor pointed an imperious finger at him and ordered:

  “You. Speak up.”

  “Your M-Majesty, we found underground tunnels and in them signs of old rituals that tarnished the purity of Arcadia.”

  Huh, interesting, did the guy interpret the story correctly? Xanran would bet he was too stupid to do that.

  “Deviant, decadent, and sinful practices of a sexual nature took place there Your Majesty, and the land was cursed because of it!” Mobilon got a bit of his assuredness back when providing his interpretation.

  Xanran nearly died from holding in his laughter. Did they found the remains of Vitorous’ so called Order in one of the caves his group ignored? Xanran wouldn’t be surprised if the mage left frescos or some dubious sculptures there.

  This was hilarious.

  Somehow, the Emperor kept a straight face, only his brows twitching. He turned his gaze to the second man.

  “And your version?”

  “It was a tree. An evil idol of a tree. Arcadia become known as the Green Spot of the continent through bloody sacrifices of their own citizens. When somebody tried to kill the tree it poisoned the land it was previously helping to bloom,” Hagard explained.

  The Emperor’s eyes widened at that explanation. He turned to the soldier, who was now shaking in his boots, while staring at his commander.

  “Was your Commander the one who ended the curse?”

  Xanran winced as the boy’s knees hit the floor hard.

  “No, Your Majesty! We entered the Crimson Wasteland when the barrier was already half gone!”

  Xanran grinned triumphantly and hoped that the new hero, Hagard, would make good on his deal with the prince.

  Chapter Five

  ∞∞∞

  Finally, they were back home. Or well, at least at the Dungeon. The point was: Mexi could get out of those splendid but constricting clothes.

  He pulled off his shoes and went to their rooms barefoot. He could hear Saainren and Rogan discussing the mission with Weix and Vitorous, but they didn’t really need him for that part, so he left them to their task.

  Xanran, on the other hand, followed him like a hound and when they entered the room Mexi immediately found himself pressed against the wall and being kissed soundly.

  “Mmph!” he protested the rough treatment and the dragon pulled back with a smirk.

  “I have been thinking about you for the whole evening, baby,” Xanran purred. “You look so good I could eat you up. A beautiful girl.”

  Xanran’s eyes flashed at the blush that flared on Mexi’s cheeks. It was one thing to be called that when he was pretending for the Court, but to call him a girl now...!

  Yet the words summoned warmth not only to his cheeks. He could already feel that squirming anticipation in his body, rising like a tide at how Xanran was cupping his waist, spreading his long fingers at the smallest point, and managing to encircle it entirely. Mexi placed his own small hand on the other man’s chest, thinking about how much larger the druid was. The dragon horns on his head made him impossibly taller and the defined pecs of his chest could be felt under the material of the sleeveless tunic he wore. He slid his hand down an arm, admiring the hard armor under his fingertips. The priceless decoration glinted in the magical light of the room, the scales shining mesmerizingly.

  “Get me out of these clothes,” he breathed out, yearning to be touched.

  “As my lady wishes,” the dragon acquiesced and Mexi’s cheeks flared with heat again, but he didn’t protest the address.

  Those big hands divested him of his clothing piece by piece, opening the red overcoat and letting it slowly, teasingly slide down Mexi’s arms, then busying themselves with opening the front buttons and pulling the multitude of white layers off his body, until Mexi was completely bared, save for the corset still keeping his waist small.

  He twitched a little where he stood, a bit self-conscious with the make-up still on his face and his hair styled like a woman’s, while his cock was fully on display now. Wouldn’t it break the illusion? Didn’t Xanran want him to be a girl tonight?

  But the hunger in Xanran’s golden eyes was unmistakable.

  “So pretty,” he held Mexi’s chin and tilted his head this way and that, admiring the soft lines of his face, the red lips, the spattering of gold dust over his cheekbones, the crimson and white gradient on the eyelids that fell like a curtain when Mexi couldn’t stand the intimate attention anymore and closed his eyes, still pliant in the other’s hand.

  Mexi felt the dragon’s other hand ghost over his lips. The faint caress like a lewd butterfly kiss.

  “I want to feel those red lips wrapped around my cock. Will you be a good girl for me?” the dragon rumbled.

  A shiver went down Mexi’s spine and he nodded and let himself be led to the bed. Mexi sank gracefully to his knees. The corset was keeping his spine ramrod straight, so he had to splay his legs a bit, instead of leaning forward as usual, to get in the perfect position. He placed his hands demurely in front of himself and opened his mouth, blinking shyly up at the dragon.

  “Ah, you are going to kill me,” Xanran groaned. “You want to be fed my cock? I aim to please.”

  He didn’t bother disrobing properly, just opened his tunic and released the ties that were keeping his erection from springing forward and took his half-hard cock out. He moved his hand a few times, lazily spreading pre-cum, before pushing the crown against the waiting lips.

  Mexi gave it a kitten lick straight into the
leaking hole, before he closed his mouth around the tip. He kept still, letting Xanran push forward the tiniest bit before he withdrew to teasingly run his engorged member over the captivating red lips. The lipstick smeared a little. Mexi could only imaging what a lewd picture he was presenting with his make-up getting ruined in such a thrilling way.

  “Holy stars,” he heard a gasp behind himself.

  Rogan and Saainren finally joined them and they didn’t have to imagine anything. They could see what a slut Mexi was.

  A good slut.

  A good girl.

  “Starting without us?” Saainren admonished, his voice tight with want at the sight.

  “Just getting her ready,” was Xanran’s cocky response, as he let his cock rub against Mexi’s cheek. Feeling color bloom on his face at being casually used like that, he turned his head and planted a firm close-mouthed kiss on the straining flesh, leaving a naughty red imprint.

  He could give as well as he got.

  The strangled sound from Rogan’s throat at the sight was definitely worth it.

  “Hmm... I think she is ready. You prepared her well. Why don’t you sit on the bed and watch now?” The prince addressed Xanran, looking down at the half-dressed elf at his feet.

  Xanran whined, but took a step away from Mexi, accepting his punishment for starting without the rest of the Doms. Mexi caught his longing glance when he settled on the bed and ran his tongue over his lips slowly in a sultry provocation, before his whole world was filled with another cock in his mouth.

  To his surprise it was Rogan instead of the prince, but Mexi didn’t have any qualms with that. He just let his mouth stretch wider for the massive invasion and tried to breathe against the restraining pressure of the corset.

  Saainren, as it turned out, had a different idea for his start of this lovely night of debauchery.

  He sank down behind Mexi, until he was supporting him with his own chest, his hands immediately starting a game of finding all the spots that would make him squirm. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the true devastation came with his voice, that cultured, slightly lilting tone, used to whisper in his ear.

  “You are so lovely. I bet we couldn’t find anyone in the Court who takes a cock as prettily as you. And Rogan’s cock is a good reward for being our good little girl, mmm? So thick, but I know you can take it. Yeah, just like that, just a little more.”

  The heavy manhood lodged into his throat, cutting off his air. Mexi was so hard, so ready for someone to give him more. The prince’s hands skimmed over his inner thighs, featherlight and maddening.

  “Is this what you wanted when we dressed you in silks? Or maybe you dreamed of being taken in the middle of the high court? All those eyes on you, jealous of what you have, what you are getting. Such an innocent young girl, dressed in white, with flowers in her hair, getting defiled in front of the Emperor. Oh, how he would crave to have you, but even he can’t touch you. You are our gem, our damsel, to be shared just by us and no one else.”

  Rogan was pounding into his mouth hard now, forgoing the slow, deep thrusts, for fast rutting, possessing Mexi with every frantic move.

  Mexi moaned around the thick flesh, barely able to concentrate on using his tongue, where it was pressed down by the unrelenting thrusts.

  “Your mouth... so good...” Rogan moaned and Mexi keened in response, as the prince finally put a hand on his cock.

  “Come in her, Rogan. Give our little girl what she is waiting for,” Saainren ordered and Mexi struggled at the wave of cum that spouted down his throat, the heavy thrust slamming against his mouth, to push it even further, as deep as it could go. He coughed wetly as he laid his head back on the prince’s shoulder behind him, pulling off the still spouting cock, letting the last drops fall against his face, running in rivulets down his collarbone, to meet the material of the corset over his chest. It took only a few moves of the prince’s hand, before he came, delirious with pleasure, eyes tightly shut as he panted against the onslaught.

  “We are not done with you yet. We have so much more to give you,” Saainren promised before guiding Mexi into a filthy, cum-stained kiss.

  ∞∞∞

  Saainren plundered the elf’s mouth with his tongue, sharing the taste of Rogan between them. When they parted he looked up at the satiated man and commanded:

  “Get her on the bed. Our princess deserves to be spoiled.”

  Rogan shot him a smile, one of those lazy curls of his mouth that always made Saainren’s heart pound, and scooped Mexi up, carrying him to the bed in a princess carry.

  Saainren followed leisurely, ignoring the erection bobbing between his thighs. Xanran was nearly vibrating on the bed with excitement, wanting his own piece of action too. Always so impatient.

  “Hands and knees,” he guided, and together they soon had their girl in position.

  Mexi squeaked as Saainren sank his already lubed finger inside him. By this point they were prepared, and the oil was waiting by the bed, ready to be used any time they wished to play.

  “Look at you, your cunt is so wet,” Saainren commented as he pushed more and more oil into Mexi, making his hole sloppy. The squelching sounds when he added a second finger and started moving them were deliciously dirty.

  “Gods, your filthy mouth,” Xanran moaned in bliss and crawled closer to kiss Saainren, who let himself be passionately devoured for a minute, before he pulled back with a smirk.

  “Don’t you want to hear more of the things I have to say? Or do you want to shut me up?” he asked with a note of teasing.

  “Both, seriously both,” the dragon whined. “If you continue you will make me come just from your words.”

  Saainren eyes sparked and his grin widened.

  Xanran looked at him with a horrified realization.

  “No!”

  “Yes.”

  “No?” the dragon pleaded.

  Saainren’s eyes hardened and he tangled his other hand in Xanran’s hair, pulling hard.

  “Yes.” He kept the pressure going as his lover whined and finally choked out:

  “Yes!”

  “Good.” He rewarded him with a kiss. “Now go sit there and don’t touch yourself.” He motioned to the headboard.

  “Wow man, you are fucked,” Mexi giggled at the other sub’s problem and then yelped when Saainren spanked his ass.

  “That’s not a language a young lady should use,” he admonished, but couldn’t hide a note of laughter from his tone.

  “S-sorry,” Mexi apologized in such a cute, but calculated way that he wasn’t sure if he should reward or punish him.

  He decided to just sink another finger into his tight ass and pound him hard, focusing on that little bump, that would make him not only see stars, but make the elf shake with oversensitivity as well. A reward and punishment in one. With the background noise of delectable cries he started talking again while making eye contact with the frustrated dragon.

  “Our sweet lady is opening like a flower. So wet, so full of the sweetest nectar. Just waiting to be taken. She pulls at my fingers with her greedy cunt. Are you that hungry, my little girl? Have we been neglecting you? Oh yes, I can see that you need a cock inside you. The fingers aren’t enough, hmm? You are becoming so open, but wait, just wait, sweetheart and when I’m done with you, you will be loose like a courtesan given to the soldiers as a prize.”

  He didn’t know who was breathing harsher when he pulled his fingers out; Mexi, hole winking at him, begging to be filled, or Xanran, who was holding one of his hands with the other and biting his lip to keep himself from touching his cock.

  He gave Xanran a hungry smile and opened his pants, slathering his manhood with oil, and pressed in with one long stroke, until he bottomed out in the shallowly breathing body beneath him.

  “Breathe,” he ordered Mexi, who took a larger gulp of air, his mouth open
and panting, fingers curling desperately in the sheets.

  “This looks beautiful on you, darling, but do you want it off? It makes it hard to breathe,” Saainren asked with concern, fingering the tight corset.

  “No, it’s alright, I want to keep it on!”

  His brows rose at how fast Mexi’s response came.

  “Oh?” he prompted the elf to elaborate, sliding his hands to the thin corseted waist.

  Mexi’s flush deepened but he answered:

  “I like it. I like how it makes it hard... ah... hard t-to catch my breath,” he confessed while Saainren fucked him slowly.

  “Interesting. I was going to make your life easier, but maybe I should make it harder?”

  His fingers found the ties of the corset and pulled them apart. Before Mexi could protest at the loosening of his constraints, Saainren targeted the cords at his waist and pulled them tighter one by one, making sure they were cinched harder than before.

  “Oh!” Mexi gasped out with the last of his breath.

  “Xanran, you can see his face, tell me if he wants to stop. Until then...” he took a hold of the top ties and pulled on them, yanking the elf’s small body onto his cock. He drove in mercilessly, while Mexi could only make small punched out sounds with every thrust, breathless, and helpless, and captivating in his submissive beauty.

  “Even your breath belongs to us, doll. Your tears. I’m sure there are tears running down your face by now. Right, Xanran? Isn’t she beautiful when she is weeping? So bewitching, so enthralling, when you lose all inhibitions. When you plead for air. But there is something more you want, isn’t there? I know you, you greedy creature, I can feel you clenching around my cock. You want it so bad. And because you are a good girl you can have it,” he pounded into Mexi’s shaking body in a frenzy. “Come for me!” he ordered, when he fell over the edge, dumping his cum deep inside the body imprisoned by a corset tight as a vice.

  “Fuck!” Xanran swore when he explosively came without anyone touching his cock, finishing together with Mexi, who came silently, his mouth opened in a silent scream.