by Natalie Wish
He calmed quickly realizing it was a magical message from Weix.
We will be there soon., he thought, knowing his response will be delivered by the spell.
Rogan, ever vigilant, was watching him, waiting for his lover to speak up.
Saainren let a relieved smile show on his face, though the gesture still felt a bit strained.
“We can go meet them. Weix just told me where.”
Finding the exact place took a bit of asking around, since they weren’t familiar with the city, but they managed to locate it in the end.
Saainren didn’t quite know what to expect inside. There were many shades of “fine” but somehow, he did not expect to find all three men laughing and joking around. That was a side of Rodner he hadn’t seen before. Sure, he and Rogan talked with the man when they were undercover as his operatives, but their meetings were professional. He did more than usual high ranker just by learning their names and welcoming them in after they signed the contract, and he treated his workers well... but there was still a polite detachment in place. Xanran was one of the few who barreled past those walls without any care and who could pull a whole range of emotions out of the elf.
Xanran noticed their presence when a lithe elf wriggled onto his lap.
“Hi, Mexi, darling...” Xanran started only to hiss when the rogue bit him viciously on his neck, then returned to cuddling him fiercely.
“That’s fair I suppose,” the dragon huffed a laugh, then tilted his head back, looking at Saainren, who stood behind his chair. “Are you very mad at me?” he asked in a tiny voice.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Saainren asked coldly.
Xanran winced, but insisted:
“But I was never truly in danger. I knew Rodner wouldn’t hurt me.”
“How can you say that!”
To Saainren’s surprise it was Rodner who questioned that statement with indignation.
“You of all people should know what I do to those who betrayed me. I had made my reputation on it. You don’t know the thoughts I had just after... after the Black Market was taken from me, after many of my workers were killed, the place, no, the community I poured my heart and soul into ruined... If you knew what I thought then... If I’d met you at that moment... I don’t know if...”
The elf closed his eyes, his frame rigid, before he collapsed into his chair as if someone cut his strings. He looked straight at Saainren.
“Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
“I will.”
Xanran gaped at them unattractively.
“You are ganging up on me!”
“Just desserts, you lizard,” Rogan shot at him, as he yanked a bit at his hair. Then he smoothed his hand over the loose strands and braids, petting him slowly. “We were worried.”
At that a guilty expression appeared on the dragon’s face.
“Sorry... Will you forgive me?”
Saainren had an answer to that at the ready.
“We will,” he affirmed, but added with a voice like steel. “After you get punished.”
Xanran’s breath hitched for a moment, as he looked at Saainren with wide eyes. He waited, holding that gaze in which heat and worry swirled together. Saainren watched as his little dragon caved, submitted to the will of his Dominant and accepted his due.
“Yes, sir,” Xanran said softly and Saainren finally let himself reach out and touch his cheek in a tender caress.
“Do you want to go back now?” he asked the dragon.
“I...” Xanran cast a glance a Rodner who was stoically observing the whole situation. “I would like to talk some more?”
“Aren’t you tired? Did you sleep at all?” Rogan asked gruffly.
“How about we meet another day?” Saainren offered. “If you still want to talk with your...”
“My friend,” Xanran said stubbornly, sensing his hesitation over picking the correct term.
“We can find a different date for this gathering.”
“That may be the best. If you will have me, then maybe in a week?” Rodner offered, fiddling with his empty mug.
Xanran brightened up with an idea.
“I can show you my dragon form!”
“I would be honored.”
The two smiled at each other and Saainren resigned himself to not interfering (much) in their matters, even if he was a bit apprehensive about Xanran rediscovering his friendship with such a shady figure.
As they gathered to leave (in Xanran’s case he gathered Mexi as well, the elf still clinging to him like a limpet) Weix pointed out.
“We didn’t really set a time or place, nor have we given Rodner a way to contact us. Go on, you four, I will set everything up.”
They left, trusting the cleric to soon follow after them.
They didn’t realize Weix spent hours more in that tavern, talking with Rodner until sunrise, as they were already asleep in their beds after an emotionally draining day.
∞∞∞
They rose early and Rogan provided them with breakfast in bed. Finally refreshed, they sat down to discuss business.
“Vitorous was satisfied with the energy we collected in the... device,” Saainren informed them. “But advised me it will take some time at this rate. As I see it we have two options... Either go to the club frequently or ensure that we spend more time there.”
Mexi hummed in thought.
“There’s a third option. The more people with strong desires and sexual thoughts in range the better, right? The patrons are usually separated all over the place, but there’s this big central stage... if we can get many people watching, rile them up something fierce, and keep them there for some time...” His eyes glazed over as he got a bit lost in his imagination. He felt his cheeks growing hot as Saainren directed his attention at him.
“That’s sounds like a good plan. Well done, sweetheart,” the prince murmured.
“I bet we can use this to stir up some interest.” Rogan professed his marked wrist.
“We should set something up with the owners, but for a bit later date?” Xanran offered. “They probably won’t leave us alone if they see this cutie all presented for them.”
Mexi yelped as he was pulled into a tight embrace, Xanran wrapping himself around him like a boa constrictor.
“Hey! Who said I would be the one on stage!” Mexi protested.
“Don’t you want to be?” asked Rogan.
“Maybe,” Mexi pouted. “But assuming is just rude.”
“It is,” Saainren agreed. “And that’s not the worst of Xanran’s transgressions lately. We should discuss your punishment.”
Mexi felt Xanran gulp, squeezing him a bit too tight for a second. He extracted himself gently from the strong arms and gave his Dom space to hold the dragon’s hand during this tense conversation. He couldn’t help but interfere, to make sure they wouldn’t regret doing this later and said:
“Punishment should only be given if the sub knows what he is punished for and if he agrees the punishment is fair.”
“Do you know what you are being punished for?” Saainren asked.
“For making you worry...” Xanran whispered, more like a beaten dog than the cat he usually was.
“Us worrying was a result of the action you are getting punished for.”
“For... for putting myself in danger.”
“Correct.” Saainren took a big, steadying breath. “Do you accept that you should be punished for this action?”
Xanran nodded.
“Speak up.” Mexi nudged him with his elbow. “You need to say it.”
“Yes,” the dragon said. “I will accept... no, I will welcome punishment for this.”
Saainren’s eyes darkened.
“Don’t be so hasty to welcome it. It won’t be pleasant. You have two choices for your punishment. First, I can ta
ke your collar away...”
“No!”
Before Saainren even finished speaking the dragon was clutching the black collar around his neck with both hands, panicking.
“Please don’t. I need it. I’m choosing the second option.”
“I thought so. But you don’t even know what it is.” Saainren pointed out, tone calm, reassuring as he held a hand out, so that Xanran could slip his hand in his palm when he was ready.
“It has to be better. Just give it to me,” Xanran said mulishly, one of his hands finally relaxing around the representation of his Dom’s claim over him.
“The second option is where I don’t give it to you. I will put a cockring on you and take it off only when I’m satisfied with your punishment.”
“But we are going to a sex club!” Xanran protested. “Surely there... we need the energy, don’t we?” he tried to barter.
Mexi supplied with grim satisfaction:
“Vitorous told us to focus on emotions, sexual tension, submission and such. Having you constantly on the edge, tormented with sexual frustration may actually work better than just orgasms.”
His little revenge done, he grinned at the other sub who whined, but then sighed with resignation.
“I suppose two collars are better than none.”
Chapter Nine
∞∞∞
They went back to the Wicked Delights that day, with Xanran not only trapped with the cockring, but with the magical plug lodged in his ass as well. It was his turn, that was only fair, Rogan thought. Then he realized that probably meant he would be the one to carry it next time they visited. He was a bit embarrassed to find himself not entirely opposed to the notion.
They decided to start with the anti-gravity room. After all they had promised the two eager subs they would return there. Xanran spent a mournful moment realizing that he wouldn’t be getting fucked there, but then he brightened up at the idea of upside down blowjobs.
It sounded really fun as a concept, but the reality left a lot to be desired.
“Keep his leg up! He is slipping again!”
Rogan tried to follow Mexi’s instructions as Xanran tried to suck Saainren’s dick upside down, but it really was more comical than arousing.
It was the first time he saw the prince roll his eyes during a blowjob.
“Mmm!” Xanran protested when he took more than he could swallow due to reverse gravity being a bitch.
“That’s enough,” Rogan said in an authoritative tone and pulled Xanran off his prince’s dick.
“Nooo, I can doo it!” Xanran insisted.
“Just give it up, it’s really better if this just stays a fantasy.” Mexi patted him on the back.
Rogan turned the dragon the right way up and nearly lost an eye, because of the flying limbs.
“I want a kiss from each of you then.” Xanran crossed his arms, a cute pout on his face.
“Alright,” Rogan agreed, but when he used one of the netted lines on the wall, that helped to move around here, and pushed himself forward to kiss the blonde dragon, the troublemaker planted his hands on Rogan’s chest and pushed them apart, both flying backwards from the force.
Xanran’s eyes danced with mirth.
“But first you will have to catch me!”
When they exited the room panting, muscles stretched with good exercise, Rogan had to admit that playing flying kiss-tag was much more rewarding than a blowjob.
“What should we do next?” Mexi asked brightly. He followed Xanran’s tag idea but got captured quickly (Rogan suspected cheating to get willingly caught) and spent the remaining time exchanging kisses with Saainren while slowly drifting through the air in his loving embrace.
“We should do something you like,” Rogan declared, looking at the smallest of their group.
“Really? I can pick?” Mexi beamed at them. “Then I heard some rumors last time we were here... let’s see if I can find what those guys were talking about.”
They did find what the elf wanted.
Rogan stared in disbelief, face as red as a tomato.
There were tentacles.
Writhing, slimy, nimble, magical tentacles.
The shimmering purple energy of the spell was busy at work, ripping moans out the many bodies enjoying its attention.
It was so shameless!
He glanced at Saainren hoping for a commiserating look, but the prince’s gaze was pinned to the writhing mass of octopus-like appendages. And it was hungry.
Not you too, my prince!!!
He didn’t even have to look at Xanran to know that the man was drooling at the sight. What a slut.
He groaned and covered his burning face.
“Come on! This is awesome!” Mexi tried to encourage him from his side.
“I think... I will pass,” Rogan uttered faintly from behind his cover.
“What a shame,” Saainren said casually and Rogan hesitantly peaked at him from between his fingers. “I think you would look good stuffed full of those magical tendrils.”
“M-my prince!”
“One in your mouth, keeping your lips spread wide, as you moan around it and one... no, two, no three, in your ass, wrecking you, as even more tentacles spread your legs, keep you in place...” the prince whispered in his ear, his voice getting low, the timber shifting into a seductive murmur that set Rogan’s blood aflame.
Then Saainren stepped back from him and sighed with disappointment.
“But if you don’t want to...”
“There’s too many people... too close...” he blurted out.
“Oh, is that what bothers you? Look there!” Xanran pointed towards the edge of the room where smaller clumps of the tentacle magic could be seen, separated from the main orgy.
It was very much still a public space, but it did make things better. Rogan didn’t want to touch anyone beside his three lovers.
But this was still the high of perversion!
“You look so cute when you blush,” Xanran said and ran a finger over his heated cheek.
He closed his eyes, despairing that he was acting like a trembling virgin. But he just couldn’t help it! He was experienced in bed, but his previous relationships were nothing when compared to the whole new world of decadence he was still discovering. It seemed he was the only one of their group to not have thoughts about this whole... Dominance and submission business... before they all got tangled in the Trial. Even his prince wasn’t surprised at those desires, unlike Rogan who was blindsided when the prince put him on his knees.
But...
It all felt good in the end, didn’t it? When he trusted his partners to introduce him to new ways to bring his body and his soul to new heights of pleasure. And if he blushed through the whole act, so what? Xanran just said he liked when Rogan did that.
He took Xanran’s hand that was tenderly touching his face, but he didn’t drop it, just held it tight and said:
“Let’s try it.” And let himself be pulled towards the mass of tentacles that very much made him scared and horny.
But mostly embarrassed.
He figured he wouldn’t have time to be shy when his prince’s fantasy comes to life.
Mexi was the first to approach the activated spell. He extended his hand towards one of the purple tentacles and his mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of wonder when it wrapped around his hand. Rogan could see the grip wasn’t too restrictive, both human and magic just playing with each other, exchanging touches.
“How does it feel?” Rogan asked, curiosity mixing with apprehension in his voice.
“It’s... soft, but I can feel the strength in the coils. And look.” He pried his fingers apart, showing how the leftover viscous substance stretched between them, a near translucent line of slime connecting the digits.
Rogan did look.
Xanran took it as his invitation to touch.
Questing fingers ran all over one of the tentacles, from the thin tip to the large base. They varied in length and size, some not wider than a copper piece, while others had the width of a palm. Rogan’s palm. And his hands were huge.
The dragon pulled his hands back and made a face at Rogan.
“Uh, that was a mistake. I still need to take my clothes off and I’m all slimy. Care to help me?”
Rogan hummed in agreement and divested his lover of the cumbersome clothing, while Saainren did the same with Mexi.
“How about you two?” Mexi asked, standing proudly in his nakedness, so unlike the first time when he had to disrobe in front of them.
“I will be watching,” Saainren informed them.
“And I will... probably... join you in a little bit,” Rogan gave a vague answer.
“Let’s make it fun, shall we?” Xanran grinned at him, that impish smile showing a hint of his pointed dragon fang. “How about you take one piece of clothing off every time we get stuffed with one of the tentacles?”
Rogan made his calculations. There was a possibility Xanran would just put as many of the smallest ones in his mouth as he could find and get his win in a very short time. He wasn’t falling for that.
“How about I take something off for every orgasm?” he responded cheekily.
“You are on,” Xanran said with glee at the same time that Mexi yelped a vehement:
“NO!”
Saainren put an arm around his shoulder, his mouth curling into an amused smile.
“It’s all on Mexi, as Xanran is not allowed to come.”
Shit.
He forgot about that!
He was about to rescind the challenge, when Mexi muttered:
“This will destroy me... but what a way to go...”
And walked straight into the mass of writhing tentacles.
They were on him immediately. Tangling around his limbs, surrounding his body, touching his skin that shivered with anticipation. The lines of magic held him captive like the best knots of the red rope Saainren liked to use. But they were bigger, they were stronger, just like the arms of a legendary kraken they were modelled after, and they could move. They spread Mexi’s limbs apart, hands and feet held tightly while he panted at such an overpowering treatment. Then a tentacle slid upward over his chest, brushing his pebbling nipples, higher still, tilting his chin up, higher...