The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage

by Trinity Blacio

  Turning his head, he scrapped his fangs against the center of her palm and pushed into her. “I will always love you.” He pounded into her as he lifted her leg up and sucked on the back of her knee.

  She closed her eyes, her back arched up, as Lance leaned over, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He bit down on it, drinking from her. Annabelle's body tensed as she tried to grab onto the rug to hold on as Marcus pumped into her faster and harder.

  Lance closed the holes in her breast and pulled back, as Marcus lowered her leg back onto his arm, leaning down to her. “Come for me, Annabelle.” He whispered as he nuzzled her neck and sank his fangs into her.

  Annabelle screamed, little bright flashes of light ignited before her as her orgasm exploded.

  Marcus stroked into her three more times shooting his seed into her, and then released her legs. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, still inside her. He pulled back as a slow dribble of blood dripped down her breast.

  Leaning down, he licked the blood in between her breast back up to her neck, closing the holes. “Drink Annabelle.”

  She sucked onto his neck teasing him as he moaned when her fangs pierced his neck.

  “Marcus, Lance we need to get going,” Nicolas said as he opened the door.

  Annabelle tried to move, but Marcus held her. “Shh, it's okay drink, “ he whisped, kissing her check. “We'll be down in a minute, Dad.”

  “Umm, Sorry. Don't rush.” He closed the door, as Marcus closed the hole.

  “Okay, now I'm totally embarrassed.” She hid her head in his chest.

  Lance laughed. “Yeah, right, we know it excites you to have people watch. Sorry we can't stay, baby, but I promise to take real good care of you tonight.” Lance stood, helping her up.

  She curled up into his arms, kissing his chest. “I still can't believe your father is Santa Claus. I feel like I'm mated into royalty or something.” She giggled and gazed up into his face.

  He swatted her ass. “We are far from royalty, but we promise to treat you like a queen. I do think my brother and I are going to have to think of a different means to punish you though.” He stepped away grabbing his pants and putting them on. “Don't think we didn't notice how excited you get when we spanked or paddled you.” He grinned as she moaned.

  She squirmed and grabbed for her jeans. “Umm, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.” She whispered and pulled her sweater down.

  “There is nothing to figure out. There are many different ways to love someone. Your body needs that extra push and we plan to give it to you. We love to watch your eyes glaze over and how you try to hold back the moans. But my brother is right. Another form of punishment would be a good idea.” Marcus grinned, kissing her lips.

  “Why can't we just talk, than you can spank me?” She nipped at his lip. “I do listen Marcus, Lance.”

  He kissed her lips and smiled. “I'm sorry, but we can't stay. We'll talk about this later. We know you listen, but you don't think when something is thrown at you. You just do it and forget. Well we're here to remind you and keep you safe. We have to go into the warehouse today with father, but we should be back before supper. Are you going to be okay?” Lance hugged her from behind. “Yes, I was going to do some painting today. I have all my paints now, so that should keep me busy. I might even finish my story later since my laptop didn't get destroyed.” “Stay inside, Annabelle. They have destroyed some of the demons, but the others are still out there and they are dangerous. We're going to leave two guards with you till we get back.” They headed to the door. “Marcus, Lance?” She glanced up afraid to ask them, but needed to know. They turned and glanced at her. “Are you going to be…well, you know, tonight?” Her cheeks burned and she glanced down at her hands. Large warm hands lifted her chin up and she stared into Marcus's face. “We're all starting over today, Annabelle. We'll be in our bed tonight. We still have to break in that loveable ass of yours.” He laughed. Then his mouth slanted over hers in a scorching kiss that curled her toes. “We'll be back in a few hours.” He pulled away and walked to his brother. Lance smiled and left the room with Marcus. Two men stepped into the room with her and nodded to her. Since she was going to have them with her for the next couple of hours, they could help her set up her studio in the attic. Eden had told her it was big enough for a studio, and the view from the windows were breathtaking. Now she could start creating her Christmas presents away from prying eyes. For the next two hours, she carried her supplies upstairs, cleaning the attic, setting up the studio she always wanted. She didn't know how long they would live there, but at least she would have this. The sun from the large glass windows faded, easing the pain in her eyes. Annabelle had just moved her painting supplies over so she could reach them and set up her first canvas when someone knocked on the door.

  “Annabelle, can I come in?” Sandy called from the hallway. “Door's open.” Annabelle hugged her. “So how did the talk with your parents go? Is everything settled?” She wished things between her and her own father was, but knew it would take a long time for that rift to heal. “For now, at least. Did you know I had two brothers who died before I was born? The things they hid from me are just…well, you know. I can't believe were more than a hundred years old. Jeez, talk about feeling old.” She laughed and gazed around the room. “You've been busy! Wow, I didn't know you had all this stuff.” “Yeah, most of it was in storage for the last year. It just came yesterday, so I was thrilled to be able to use this room. I know what you mean about the age thing. It's like we're in fantasyland or something.” She laughed and set up her paints as they chatted. “Eden is on her way up. She said you skipped breakfast and you were late for lunch, so she's bringing it to you.” Sandy laughed as Annabelle's stomach growled.

  “Hmm, guess I am hungry. Your parents are staying for Christmas?” She sat down on the seat in front of the window picking the colors she wanted to use for her first painting. “Yep. Dad wants to make sure everything goes all right with Trish and that the other demons don't try to strike back. Hey, where are your guards? I thought for sure that Marcus and Lance wouldn't leave you alone.” “They were right outside…” She frowned and looked at the door when three demons burst into the room. “Damn it! I promised I'd behave.” She jumped up and put Sandy behind her. Um, Excuse me if you can hear me. I need a little help here! Annabelle screamed internally, hoping this communication thing worked as her mother had explained. The demons surrounded her and Sandy, grabbing at them. “Stall them. Your brothers are on their way up and we'll be there as soon as possible.” Lance's words comforted her, even though she was still in danger. How the hell do you stall demons? “They are very vain. Play them against each other.”

  Annabelle studied the three demons in front of her. The demon on the left side watched the other two carefully as if he didn't trust them. Perfect target, she thought. He glanced at her and she batted her eyes and scooted closer to his side. “What are you doing?” Sandy hissed in her ear, following close behind her. Annabelle looked down at her feet, then back up at him, smiling. “If I was going to have such handsome company, I would have put on my nice black leather dress for you. It seems these drinkers are mad at me and have denied me sex.” She pouted and addressed only her target. The other two hissed and started to move forward, but her target pushed them back. “But you don't need fancy clothes. You're beautiful.” He cooed and smiled; his rotten teeth sent a chill up her spine. The smell of rotten flesh filled the air. “See, you give me goose bumps, you're so handsome. You know my girlfriend and I used to love having threesomes. Do you think you could keep us? I mean, we'd be willing to be your sex slaves if you want.” She pulled her sweater up and fanned herself exposing a little of her breasts. Sandy stepped up and threw off her sweater. She opened up her blouse a little at a time. “God, we haven't done that in ages. We used to have such a good time, both of our tongues twining together on his cock.” She licked her lips. Annabelle almost choked when she saw his hairy green cock grow large a
s he stepped forward, only to be stopped by one of the other ones. “I saw them first. They're mine!” he said, and pushed the other demon back. Annabelle would have laughed if they weren't so disgusting. “You aren't going to let him take us away, are you? I so wanted to show you what we can do.” She slipped her arm through one of the sleeves, getting ready to take off her sweater if she had too. “Is it getting hot in here?”

  * * * *

  We're behind you, so don't attack us, Annabelle. Lance whispered into her ear as they pushed Sandy and her behind them. “Welcome to my home, gentlemen. I'm afraid your stay won't be long.” Marcus nodded to Dwayne and his brothers, who appeared out of nowhere and gathered behind the demons. Annabelle glanced over at her brother. “Cover yourself, Sandy, now!” Dwayne ordered, as he snared the one demon and sent it away. His other brothers grabbed the other two, turning them into ash right there in the room. Marcus smiled and glanced back at Sandy, who fumed. Something was going on with those two that was for sure. “How dare you! You don't give me orders. If I want to walk around naked, I'll do so.” She flounced out of the room. Dwayne charged after her. “You'll do no such thing or I'll tan that fine ass of yours.” “Okay, what the hell has gotten into my brother?” Annabelle stepped up in between him and Lance. “And how did you all get here without us seeing you?” She glanced up at him.

  Marcus smiled and kissed her nose. “Santa has to have some secrets, baby.” He slipped his hand under her sweater, grabbing her breast and frowned. “I hated using you like we did, but you did well. I'm proud of you. But you weren't going to actually show them our breasts now, were you?” He pulled on her nipple. She stepped back, her face flushed, and her nipples hardened further as she bumped into Lance. “You two had better get back to work.” She sighed and looked at the mess on her floor. “Damn, I just cleaned this place and now look at it.” Annabelle jumped and looked up at him. “What about the guards? Are they okay?” “They're lucky they were just knocked out.” Lance said. “They should have been paying better attention to you.” “Lance, they were with me right up to the time that Sandy came in. They just gave us a little privacy, that's all. I like them. Please don't do anything.” Lance moved up to her and hugged her. “You don't need to like any man. They're here to protect you, that's all.” He swatted her ass. “If the guards become friends, they also become careless.” “Is everyone else okay? They didn't get your mom or anyone else, did they?” She tried to move out of his arms, but he held her still. “No, everyone is fine, but you need to go downstairs and eat. Mom said you didn't make it down there for lunch, and I know you didn't eat anything for breakfast, you still need human food.” Marcus strolled towards the door. “You can come back up here later, but I want to see you eat. Lance, take Annabelle to Mother and make sure she eats.” Marcus headed towards their bedroom. Tonight they were taking Annabelle to the dungeon, but first they wanted to show her off at their private club. They'd have a nice romantic dinner, some dancing, and then she would know what it was to totally submit to her masters. He walked into their room and straight into his closet. He just wished Alocer would make his move already. They needed this demon uprising stopped. He smiled and adjusted his cock in his jeans as he pulled the dress they had bought for to wear out of the closet. Laying the dress on the bed, he placed the other surprises next to the dress along with their instructions for tonight. “Just wait, Annabelle. Tonight you'll be ours for good.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Annabelle stepped into her studio and sighed. Eden had kept her in the kitchen for three hours, stuffing her with food and chatting. Annabelle was exhausted, but she needed to work on her Christmas presents. Turning on the stereo the guards had carried up earlier, Annabelle swayed to the soft rock that played while she started the first of several murals. Two hours later, with paint covering her hands, she plunked down onto the chair and closed her eyes. She just needed to rest a few minutes before her mates were due home. She stretched her legs out and yawned.

  Annabelle hadn't meant to sleep so long. “Well, it seems Sleeping Beauty has finally woken?” The sneer in the woman's voice sent a chill down her spine, and Annabelle's eyes flashed open. She wasn't in the studio anymore. Trish stepped in front of her and smiled. “Now, aren't you a sight? Don't know where you're at, do you?” she taunted.

  This had to be a nightmare, Annabelle thought as three more demons surrounded her. Marcus, Lance, where are you?

  “Aww, poor sister. I'm afraid they can't hear you. You see, to them, you're just sleeping. When someone sleeps, they enter the dream realm—their soul does, that is—and we now have a way to enter here to kill those who have wronged us,” she said.

  Annabelle's hand covered her stomach as she tried to figure out a way to escape. She glanced at the other demons. Could she talk to Trish alone? “Before you have your fun, could we speak alone? I'd like to ask you something.” She kept her gaze on Trish and ignored the snarls from the demons as they swayed back and forth. Her stomach knotted, her hands shook, and her voice squeaked. Trish narrowed her eyes and growled. “There is nothing I want to talk to you about, but since you asked so nicely, I'll grant you this last wish. Get out, all of you. I'll call if I need help,” she yelled.

  Annabelle only hoped somewhere in that demon form was the Trish her mates remembered. It was her only hope. The other demons disappeared as Trish moved in closer to her. “Don't think you can get away. We have you trapped in this dimension,” she hissed into her face. “Trish, you've heard of the Trendons, right?” Her clawed hand grabbed her around her neck. “Of course I have. They have a death sentence on my head. I'm not stupid.” She smiled. “We also know you're one of them. They'll envy me when I bring your head to them.” “No, Trish, they don't have a death sentence on you anymore. You can go back. Back to your normal self. It will be as if you never met your mate.” Annabelle shook her head. “There could be another mate out there for you, one of your kind, a drinker. Don't you want the chance for a good life?” Her voice was harsh as she tried to breathe. Trish jumped back as if burned, glaring at her. “You're one of them. How can I trust you? You could be just saying this to save yourself.” “No, Trish, I didn't order this. I, well, my family and I stopped the order of execution on you. The council has agreed to spare you and change you back, but if you do this, if you kill me, I don't know what they'll do. Please, Trish, think. Your mother has been crying nonstop, waiting for you to come home. All you have to do is go to my brother and he'll take you to the council to be changed back,” she pleaded. Trish paced back and forth, glancing at her. “How do I know this isn't a trap?” “Think, Trish. You could go now to my brother and I'd still be trapped here. Why would I tell you this, if it wasn't true? Can't you still search my head and see I'm telling you the truth?” She stood up but almost fell. There was no ground she could see. Black fog covered her feet. “Trish, I want my babies to have their aunt there with them.” She reached up and took her hand, gently placing it on her stomach. “These are your nieces or nephews, Trish.”

  She snatched her hand back. “I can't get you out of here, Annabelle. I don't know how. The spell they have used to trap you in this place is beyond me.” Regret filled her eyes as she glanced down at Annabelle's belly. Annabelle sighed and smiled at Trish. “Then go to my brother and save yourself, but do me a favor. Take care of your brothers for me. Tell them I love them and wish it could have been different. Tell them that I, and the children, will wait for them in the next realm.” Tears slipped down her face and she hugged Trish. “Go now, Trish, before the others come.” She stepped back. Trish smiled.

  “Lance knows all about spells. I'll go to him first, then to your brother. Don't worry, sister, we'll get you out. Okay, now I want you to yell and scream. Pretend I'm hurting you. This will keep them out for a little while.” She nodded and looked behind her. “Now, I'm going to have fun with you, but don't worry, I'll make sure I don't hurt you too much, so I can let my friends have their way with you.” She growled and winked at her as she
left the room. Her legs buckled and she screamed and cried, hoping she would get to them in time. Babies, let's hope your daddies come soon.

  * * * *

  Marcus paced back and forth. For two days their mate had been in a dead sleep. No one knew how to wake her. If she didn't wake soon, she would die. Unexplained bruises and cuts appeared on her body even though no one had touched her. Her mother, Beth, and Sandy cried in the corner and watched as his mother once again tried to connect with her but with no luck. “I just don't understand.” Eden shook her head as tears slipped down her face. “If she doesn't eat soon, your babies are going to die. If she was human, we could do a transfusion, but now we can't. She needs the blood straight from the body. “ Trish called into the room. “May I enter your home, mother? I know where she is. I can help.” Marcus looked to Nicholas, who nodded.

  “Let the shields down, but alert everyone. Make sure no others appear,” Nicholas said into the radio in his hand. Dwayne and his other two brothers stepped in front of the women as he and Lance surrounded Annabelle's body with theirs on the bed. Trish appeared in the room in front of the fireplace and glanced around the room. “She told me you can change me back.” She looked at Annabelle's father. “I want to go back to the way I was. This isn't me,” she pleaded. “I want to play with my brother's children. Maybe one day have some of my own.” Her father stepped forward and stared at her. “It has been ordered. The council will change you, but Trish, it's going to be painful. I won't lie to you. Like Annabelle, the demons will believe you betrayed them. You'll be a target.” “I don't care. I can't live like this.” She nodded to Annabelle. “She's trapped in the dream realm. I couldn't release her. I didn't know how.” She stood with her back straight and glanced at Lance.

  “You might be able to help her, but you're going to have to hurry. I made it look like I was having fun hurting her, but the others won't wait long. Here is the spell the demons used to trap her, Lance. Save her. I want a chance to get to know my sister. She has a big heart. Even after all I've done, she wanted me safe.” She glanced down at her demon form. Marcus glanced at Lance. “Can we save her?”