by L M Adams
“You do,” He whispers obediently.
My cock is dripping with the Wench’s essence and my satisfaction.
“And who am I?” I spread the flesh of his ass with one hand and press my tip against his opening.
“My husband,” He whispers as I push into him. “Oh God,” He moans.
“My name is Lucien,” I growl low and push further into the tight heat of him.
He submits and lets me all of the way in. I press my chest into his back and kiss my mark upon his neck I look down to the Wench moving her wicked pussy on him.
She’s such a wonderful slut.
His head rolls back to my shoulder as he gets fucked by the sun and the moon all at once… the Wench’s majic begins spilling from her to mingle with mine and I feel a new majic begin to move, coming all from the Bloodsucker.
I feel the dark majic of Keb – the father earth. Both the sun and the moon have always worshiped him… how could he not remember? How could he ever think he was not the most important thing to both of us?
Moving away as I fucked the Wench? As if his needs and body were not important to me as well?
I give him the cock easy, the way he likes it. I am too large to fuck him hard when I am this deep. But our bodies find the rhythm of the earth, the deep drums and the easy sway of the waves upon the ocean that echoes with the heart of the world.
The earth holds the moon’s hips as she taunts his pleasures from the deep. I can feel the earth’s cock inside of the moon, I can feel their pleasure overlap in my heart and mind as we open our thoughts to one another.
One heart, one soul.
He and she and we.
Bound in time yet without form.
My own majic lets loose and time begins to move oddly around us as the world drops away and we make love upon the bed of the stars and watch the eons pass us by.
We are eternals, we were not made to be trapped in mortal flesh… but fuck if it doesn’t feel good. For that is what the mortals give to the gods – feeling, the ability to enjoy the senses in all of their wicked delights.
I put my hand over the earth’s as we hold fast to the moon’s hip. I use my other hand to hold the earth close, to remind him he can never escape me.
The sun shall hold the moon and earth captive until there is nothing but the deep and the dark. They shall never be free of me.
“Together!” He screams and I feel him pour his heat into the moon as they climax together. Jaevia’s power pours into us both and I release my heat into the earth as he quivers with satisfaction.
“Calm,” I murmur as he whimpers wildly, his body shaking.
“I’m still coming,” He cries out.
“I know, I want it all.”
“Please stop!”
“No,” I hold Jaevia’s power suspended in time within him, forcing him to experience it again and again.
His legs collapse, I hold him fast forcing him to stay inside of her.
“Please no more!”
“Who owns you?”
“You do! Oh Ra, please stop!” He jerks, I grab the Wench’s hip and pull her tight against him, trapping him between us.
“Did you really think I would punish her, and not you? That would not be fair – I am a fair god.”
“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry.” He whimpers as his body empties, there is nothing left but the pain of an over sensitized organ being forced to endure wicked sensation.
“You can be sorrier,” I kiss his shoulder.
“Please, Lucien.”
The Wench moans, “Don’t stop.”
He screams as his body locks up, his muscles tense wildly, he thrashes in my arms yet still I hold him in an unending moment of pleasure.
“Submit!” I yell and he cries out.
I feel his cock finally go soft for me and Jaevia releases him laying out on the bed and rolling over to look at us, her purple eyes glowing with satisfaction.
“A lot of the men had eyes for you,” I murmur into his quivering flesh, still holding him up, keeping him suspended on the tip of my dick.
I’m all the way inside of him, so deep I wonder if he can feel me in his heart.
“I… I don’t want them,” He cries.
“You are mine, yes?”
He nods, “Yes, Lucien.”
“The why do you make them look at you?”
The Wench laughs, “Because he likes attention. Don’t you Jack? Capaneus the attention whore.”
“No!” He screams shrilly.
“Is this true, Capaneus? Are you an attention whore? Whores get fucked until they’re raw – just ask our wife.”
“Please, Jae, take it back. He’ll fuck me hard! He’ll do it hard.”
She looks me in my eyes, “I don’t think you give him enough attention, Luey.”
I run my hand down to his soft, useless cock, “Is this true?”
“No,” He groans and quivers. “Please don’t do it, Lucien, she’s just getting payback because I wouldn’t let her come when she wanted!”
“Is this true Wench? Are you lying because you want to see him suffer?”
She shrugs a dainty shoulder, “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not – you should fuck him if you want to be sure.”
I grunt and nod, “Good advice. Up on the bed,” I order him.
“Please don’t!”
But his begging only makes me want to hurt him more. He cries as he kneels on the bed for me, placing his rose perfectly for a fucking. I hold his hips down as the Wench grabs his wrists and stretches him out.
“I’m sorry, please Master, please don’t.”
“Who owns this rose?”
“You do!” He screams.
“So if I want to fuck it?!”
He only cries.
“Say it!” I demand.
“Consent,” he groans low as I slide into him.
I fuck him hard and fast as he screams for mercy. I don’t give him mercy, not a bit. I watch my cock stem his rose again and again. My heart lifts at the sound of his screams.
“Harder!” The Queen orders and I ram into him.
She moves down on the bed and opens her thighs. “Clean your mess.”
He buries his face in her used pussy as his flesh breaks out in a sick sweat. I hold him down and make him take it. I love the Wench’s wickedness. I look into her eyes and I open myself so she can know and see how wonderful it is to destroy him.
The Wench closes her eyes to enjoy the feel of his screams in her pussy. I fuck him harder – she must always come first; she must always be happy.
“Make her come!” I order him and give him the dick until the breaking.
I don’t stop… I don’t stop using our husband until my own cock can no longer produce, and I finally pull from him to watch my come spill out of his rose, sparkling with the Wench’s power.
“Confess,” I order him.
He lifts his face from her wet sopping pussy, “I’m an attention whore,” He whimpers.
“I know, baby, that’s why I fucked you like one.” I work the flesh of his ass, urging my white seed out of him, loving to watch it run down his sack and drip to the floor. I made his rose perfect for me… and only me.
Jaevia moves, sitting up beside him to rub his wet hair, “Did you deserve the fucking you just got?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
I hum, “Do you need more attention?”
“No! I don’t need more fucking,” He cries out, “Please no more. You own the rose, I won’t forget it, I promise Lucien, I swear I promise. Please Jae… please enough hurting me.”
“He’s a good boy, but fuck him again. I deserve to be punished more, but I don’t feel like it.”
“Jae?” He asks in a whisper.
She looks down at him, a mocking smile on her lips. “You’ll take my punishment, won’t you?”
“Please Jae! No!”
“You serve me in all things, do you not?!” She demands, he cries nodding his head. “I all but fucked half the me
n in the city… someone has to pay for that.”
I groan remembering her bent over letting man after man touch her body.
“Consent,” I demand as I rub the tip on his rose, it’s still spilling my come from inside.
“Please I don’t… I can’t…”
“Jack, we both know you deserve it… don’t we?” His queen demands his service. He nods crying, groaning the word ‘consent’ in one long painful sound as I stem him once more.
The Wench moves to lay beside him and pet him gently as I destroy him for her viewing pleasure. She stares into his soul just to watch it fall apart, drinking every bit of it in.
She’s evil – yes, we love her, but she is evil and could put the entire world under her spell. Even I, son of Apedemak, am not immune to her. So if she orders my husband to pay for her sins, it is he that will pay for them.
“I’m sorry, Jae.” He cries to her.
“For what?”
“For whatever I did wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she brushes his hair back. “I just love watching you fall apart. I’m the one who was playing the slut half the night.”
He cries harder and I moan low with pleasure. I can’t come again, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his destruction. Nothing ever tastes so sweet as his heartache.
I do not know why; I do not know why I crave such things… but I do. Ra help me, I do. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” He whimpers for me.
“No one else gets this, do they?”
“No Lucien,” He cries, “I promise.”
Jaevia moans looking at me, “Did you see the way that Ishtar man fucked me in front of everyone?”
“Stop,” He begs her as I begin pounding into his hole. She needs to learn her lesson!
“He came right there between my thighs.”
I growl and fuck the dirty hole harder, making it pay.
“Goddess stop!”
“I had to wipe his thick white spunk off my thighs before you saw it.”
I scream as she forces me to orgasm again, a painful orgasm that sets my cock on fire.
“Ra!” I scream and hold deep inside of the cannon fodder. My arms tremble, sweat drips from my face onto his back, I see nothing but fire, burning fury.
I pull out slowly breathing harshly. “Again.” I growl low.
“You want to hear about me getting to my knees for them? They rubbed their cocks on my lips right before you kissed me.”
I let out an aching sound, as I rub his swollen rose with my cock.
“Say it,” I murmur low.
“No!”
“Someone has to pay, Capaneus!” I demand of him, holding him steady as he bucks against my will, his rose beyond abused at this point. “Consent!” I demand.
“Fuck you!”
I smack his ass.
“I hate you both! I fucking hate you!”
“Did you taste the different cocks on my lips when you kissed me Luey?” The vixen moans and rubs her breast for me… making my base instincts stir once again as I imagine her on her knees for them.
My Capaneus cries as he settles down, “Goddess she’s evil.” His ass quivers for me.
“Say it, baby, let me make you pay for her sin.”
His body heaves as he breathes, stuck between the choice to be a king or a catamite. “Consent,” because he doesn’t have to choose with me… we’re both her slave.
I punish him easy this time as a reward. I know it hurts; I know this hurts so much. He cries for us, heart and spirit open. The evil within Jaevia and I drink in his power. Ra take me, what a meal. He makes everything clean and good again. He makes everything better.
The Wench milks my anger from me until there is nothing left, and the Bloodsucker soothes the curse.
She pets him as he hisses with pain… I’ve fucked him raw.
“Tell me I’m a good slave, Mistress,” He begs low.
“You’re the very best.”
“Thank you,” He weeps as I push into him hard to grind against his guts.
“No thanks for me?”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Who owns this rose?”
“Lucien does.”
“Such a good boy,” I pull from him and spit on it.
“Say it,” I murmur low.
“Consent.”
He doesn’t beg me to stop anymore, he’s far beyond that – he will be getting fucked until his husband wants to give him mercy. His submission, his acceptance, his undying fealty to me makes my heart settle.
“You know that I love you, Capaneus?”
“Yes,” He whimpers low.
I shudder and pull from his well-used rose. “Rest.”
He groans low with pain.
“Shh,” The Wench pulls him into her, he rolls to his side, pressing his back to her breasts as she wraps her arm around him. He accepts comfort from the very woman who ordered his destruction.
Oh aye, the Bloodsucker is an odd one – but he is perfect for us.
I turn away to distract myself. I could go longer, even if I can’t come, I enjoy their tears. But they’ve both had enough, and they’ve served the beast well; no need to become greedy.
Temper the flame Hari.
I roll my neck as I go over to the sideboard. “Thank you, both. I was in sore need of that,” I murmur and pour drinks for all of us.
“Any time,” The moon responds.
“Of course,” The earth echoes softly.
Ra help me, but they are perfection given form.
138
Lucien – Morning Sun
I stand from the bed and look down at my mates, both freshly fucked, satiated, and oblivious to the world. The way a man keeps those he calls his own.
Between the two of them my heart will be full and my sack empty for years to come. I made good choices when I claimed them as my own, my husband and wife, my earth and moon.
As the sun rises, so do I. Ra beckons for me to turn from the concerns of this mortal world. The power calling to me is both familiar and strange in these lands of my father’s people. Being here feels much like home in a distant land.
Our rooms are opulent, as the Bloodsucker calls them – more on size of a great hall than a bedroom. They are fit for a king – they are fit for a god.
My heart has never wished for these… things. But the joy in my husband’s heart when he is pampered gives me pause. Perhaps the castle I have planned is not grand enough. The Wench has taken to liking the finer things as well. The home I had dreamed for us would only stand in the shadow of what my father has built.
I am not foolish enough to believe that the measure of a man is to be found in material things, but to deny that my heart is not concerned would be a lie. I am the primary dominant, my function in our triad is safety and care. Would they believe other prospects better if I build them a lesser castle? Would they think I could not care for them?
Jaevia and Capaneus are rare breeds, they could have anything and anyone on any world. Would their hearts turn to another that could give them more?
Perhaps the true trouble in my heart is the question – even with my father having so much, he was not able to keep my mother –was his prowess, wealth, and power even still not enough?
A full arboretum for Capaneus so that he may explore the Keb in his heart. I can expand the sex dungeon so that he and the Wench may enjoy their torture of the bloodwhores in the comfort of our home with rooms to keep their stables in. Turrets? A ballroom? The Bloodsucker does love throwing parties and the Wench has always loved partying. Hmmm, perhaps a full recording studio… ah yes, a movie theater for the Wench so that she may watch her human shows she loves so much. My mind fills with ways I can change the plans so that they can be happy with me.
I turn to the task of cleaning up and realize the basin of shea scented waters is cold, I warm it with a thought before I clean the evidence of their desires from my flesh. They call me beast but often my bod
y is covered in scratches and bites, bloodied for their pleasures. I smile as my body heals – looking forward to the next time they give me the sweet bite and their thoughts are filled only with my loving and no other’s.
The Bloodsucker had to feed deeply after I punished his rose the way that I did. I shudder remembering how much he cried. I had to help him to the baths his knees were so weak.
I let my jealousy free last night. My heart still craves to call them both only my own. But their hearts are too wild for even me to claim so completely. To know now that my father could not claim my mother’s heart as only his makes me feel both less and more than him. I know, at the least, there will be no other they love above me; as for Capaneus, no other man that may make claim to him at all. They are mine in as much as I could bend the rules of love for a daughter of Ishtar and a son of Isis. They are more mine than any other has rights to – Ra claim me, it will be enough to keep me from murdering every other being that even looks at them too long with disrespectful desires and impure love.
I think they would be fairly upset with me if I started killing anyone that looks at them. I pause and think upon their usual reactions when I let my jealous nature take hold; I decide that yes, killing anyone that looks at them with lust would make them upset with me – they won’t even let me kill people that hurt their feelings. I sigh and put on a pair of black cloth pants and walk out onto the patio to greet the morning sun; leaving the two of them in my bed holding one another, filled with my blood and my seed – my mark very well made.
Where would either of them find another god that could fuck them like me anyway?
I’m always careful to give as much as I take. I put much thought into fulfilling their desires. But as usual, I worry that I am still not enough for them, not a man they could truly be happy with. Neither of them gave me their hearts… I had to conquer them, and the battle is still not done with Capaneus.
He still fears his father’s words more than he loves and trusts me. I am not versed in the art of man-love; and I do not know how to reach his heart the way he reached mine.
Servants are already laying the breakfast table and I snag a handful of sweet dates as one scurries past.
“Raja,” the young boy whispers and the irritation returns.