“Warlord,” she said, and then indicated Dorothy. “Empress Dorothy said something at the end of our fight with the Wickeds that stuck a memory. It remained at the tip of my tongue, until a few minutes ago. May I share openly, or would you prefer to hear it first in private?”
“We're all friends and allies, Locasta. Speak.”
“She said something about wishing she could nullify the Wickeds' magic,” Locasta said. She paused, worried her cheek a second, and continued. “There is way. A talisman that nullifies magic for…a distance I don't recall, but it will stop all magic within range of its power. And even a Cardinal Witch can be killed as easily as a common human once depowered.”
“Do you know where I can find it?” Dorothy asked.
Locasta smiled. “I will by morning.”
Dorothy caught Nick's eyes, and then Lion's. “Nick, gather a team. Lion, do the same from within your army. We ride at first light.”
Chapter 12
Dorothy sat on the Emerald Throne. Nick stood to her right, with Lion on her left. Locasta stood on the other side of her master, and back a step. The Palace Guard officers were filing out of the vast chamber having received their final orders for the night. Dorothy sighed and rubbed her eyes.
It had proven a long, hard day that stretched deep into the night thanks to the fact Glinda's Sa'Kor had penetrated the palace's defenses to break Scarecrow out. Dorothy was still wearing her dusty riding clothes. By that time all she wanted was a long, hot bath and a good night's sleep. Not necessarily in that order.
At least when they were on the march with the army, Dorothy could go to bed relatively early. Of course, on the way to Deathknight Castle that meant more time in bed with Nick, doing very wicked things to each other. She alternated nights with Nick and Lion during the march back to Emerald City. And the lion-shifter was just as demanding in bed.
It was an interesting time, to say the least.
“But all good things come to an end,” she muttered. She smiled when both Nick and Lion gave her questioning looks. “By that I mean, I'm bushed.”
“Bushed?” Lion asked. He looked all around. “There are no bushes in here. The bush country is a good week's run from Emerald City, and…”
“It's her way to say she's tired,” Nick interrupted. He wagged his brows. “And it's my night.”
Lion scowled at him. Dorothy shook her head. The legendary Warlord stayed true to his lion nature. He viewed her as part of his pride now, and as top male every female was his and his alone. Being transformed into a shifter didn't change that in the least. Meanwhile, his rival was a powerful warrior pimp and used to having scores of eager women to warm his bed.
She was too tired to recall how she ended up in the middle of those two, but hadn't found a problem with it while on the road. Yeah, they kept her quite satisfied. Maybe just a little sleep deprived.
“Ah, funny. We're back at the palace, so everything's reset,” Dorothy said. “Which means, lover boys, tonight I sleep alone. I need sleep more than I need, um, what you guys have to offer.”
Dorothy already knew she had to get up early. First, she had to deal with all the government issues that came up during her month long absence. And then she had to leave the comfort and safety of the palace once again to go find that damned magic nulling talisman. Of course, her staff argued against her personally going on a quest. Empresses sat prettily on their thrones while big dirty men went on quests for them. She wasn't the sitting pretty and waiting around to be saved type.
Besides, they just want me to make all of the decisions so they aren't blamed if something goes wrong.
Still, it was hard to deny her lovers like that, especially Lion when he turned on the pheromones. Nick stood so tall and proud, his steel body sheathed in fine brown leather riding clothes. He might be a man of steel, literally, but he had flesh genitalia so had to wear clothes. While Lion had to strip to shift, so all too frequently he stood before her in all his naked glory. After they arrived, and before entering the city, Locasta used magic to dress him to impress in savage glory: leather buckskin pants and nothing else.
“We'll meet for breakfast together,” she said, standing. “I'll try to finish all my official business as early as possible.”
She wanted to leave early enough to ride out of view of Emerald City before dark. Probably not going to happen, but a girl can dream. Locasta said the talisman was far to the east, in what Dorothy would call the Appalachian Mountains. They called them the Misty Mountains in Munchkin Country.
Dorothy headed for the door. She could feel both Nick's and Lion's eyes burning into her back as she descended the five steps down to the floor. Her hips began to swing a little more as she stuck a sassy strut away.
“I'm such a bad girl,” she whispered, grinning wickedly. Then she heard them start to follow. “Maybe too bad for my own good?”
Once again, Dorothy wondered if there was a curse on the Land of Oz making everyone, including her, so damned horny. Maybe it was put there by Scarecrow, whether on purpose or by accident. Scarecrow accidentally cursed a lot of people, places, and groups over the years. But even in her wildest “boy crazy” teen years, she hadn't been that horny all the time. And it seemed the whole world was obsessed with the wildest, wickedest sex, too.
I should discuss it with Locasta when we get back.
Lion's personal witch wasn't going with them. They'd decided it best if no one outside the palace knew that Dorothy had left again. The plan was for Locasta to use a glamour spell to become the Empress Dorothy, and thus keep the Wicked Witches focused on Emerald City.
Turning toward her chambers, Dorothy heard Nick and Lion behind her as she ascended the grand stairs to the second floor. Her suite of rooms was in the residence wing, on the second floor. And then she remembered that she'd given both men suites next to her chambers so they'd be close at hand in case she ever needed one of them.
Dorothy's mouth dried up. She licked her lips as her heart rate ramped up. Were they slowly closing on her? Would they make another bid to share her bed that night? Just the possibility sent sweet tingles spiraling through her lower belly. Soon, her sex began to tingle and felt warmer, wetter. It got a little harder to breathe.
She slanted a quick look behind her. Her two lovers strode side-by-side, their eyes locked on her butt. Dorothy bit her lip, a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth. Did she really affect them so profoundly they couldn't stop thinking about her? Did they want her even more than she wanted them?
I really have to pick one, she thought. I can't live with a romantic triangle over my head.
Dorothy couldn't imagine the peace lasting long with those two competing for her affections. But she didn't want to lose either of them. She needed them to help her rule Oz, and mostly to fight off Glinda and the Wickeds.
Why do I have to choose either?
Nick still owned his brothel, and visited often. He had no problem screwing other women, and lots of them. While on the march back to Emerald City, Dorothy learned that Locasta shared Lion's bed when he wasn't spending the night in Dorothy's. So neither of them thought it necessary to be exclusive with her.
Dorothy's pace increased when she spotted her door up ahead on the left. Her room, and bed, were just moments away. Once locked behind that door she'd be safe from the sexual prowess of those two alpha lovers. So why was her heart pounding? And were the two men closing the gap?
She glanced to the right as she passed Nick's suite. Lion's suite was past hers, also on the opposite side of the corridor. Her heart started pounding in her ears when she failed to hear Nick stop and enter. Dorothy was afraid to look back. Afraid one of them would catch her eyes and see how vulnerable she felt. Afraid she couldn't say no again.
Finally, she reached her door. “Goodnight.”
“Dorothy,” Nick said, grabbing her left wrist and spinning her around before her right hand could touch the doorknob.
In a flash, Dorothy found herself pressed up against the wall
. Nick kissed her neck, nibbled her shoulder. His hands caressed her body, while not quite touching her most intimate places. And then Lion pressed up opposite him, nuzzling her ear. One of his hands grabbed her butt, squeezing so wonderfully.
Lion's pheromones filled her senses. Her breath caught, body instantly throbbing with achy need. Unfortunately for the big shifter, his pheromones didn't make her want him and him alone, pushing Nick out of the game. They just made her horny and left her totally uninhibited.
Still, a deep weariness remained.
“Please,” Dorothy begged. “I love you both, but I don't need this. I need sleep.”
“But I need you,” Nick growled in his best bedroom voice.
Dorothy felt her resolve melting. Hell, there never was that much desire for abstinence to begin with. And it was his turn to sleep with her. On top of that, their overbearing efforts at seducing her had her insides all fluttery hot and needy.
“I need you more,” Lion said, and pulled her face toward him. Their eyes locked, and she felt that gaze in her toes. “I have to have you tonight.”
“No, I have to have you,” Nick said.
They glared at each other, just inches apart. Dorothy gawked at them a moment, and saw her way to avoid lengthy romantic entanglements that night. A roguish grin spread across her face, and she wagged her brows.
“Well, boys, we seem to have a predicament. Both of you just have to have me tonight, but there's only one of me,” she said. “Unless you want to have a ménage à trois, we'll all have to sleep alone.”
Once, on the march back to the city, she'd suggest a ménage à trois. After explaining that meant threesome, they both rejected it without further discussion. Yeah, neither of them liked to share. Though, she'd been in more than a few threesomes with Nick back in their brothel days. Never with two men, of course. And the way her horny lovers scowled at her said they still rejected the idea. Win for Dorothy.
“Aww, what a shame. It would be epic,” Dorothy said and giggled. She kissed Lion, and then Nick. “See you boys in the…”
“I'll do it,” Nick said. Lion recoiled. The now hardened steel man grinned at his rival, and reached past Dorothy to open her door. “No? Then we'll see you in the morning, old friend.”
Dorothy's jaw dropped. Nick outwitted both her and Lion. It kind of thrilled her, and she felt her body changing, starting to ready itself for the sexual marathon to come. But then Lion surprised them.
“I'm open to new things,” Lion said. “My threesomes have always been with two women, but we'll see if Dorothy can keep up.”
“What?” she cried. Visions of both of them taking her at once, over and over and over, flashed before her mind's eye. “Oh my!”
Dorothy found herself swept into her chambers, between the two horny men. She felt like they were bum-rushing her into bed, so she managed to plant her feet and stop them. The two men looked surprised. Did her Silver Stilettos help by locking down on the floor?
“Curb your enthusiasm, boys,” she said. She pushed them out to arm's length. “Simmer down. We don't want to hurt the girl, do we? I didn't think so.”
They were instantly all over her again. Insistent, demanding, but touching her gently, more sensually. She was soon moaning and groaning, writhing between them. It took her a moment, but Dorothy realized they were expertly stripping her.
These guys are good.
Lion only wore a pair of tight buckskins, so Dorothy began unfastening Nick's clothes. Oddly enough, Lion wore the least but was last to be stripped bare. She paused to admire his erection, and knew it was worth the wait.
Dorothy slowly dropped to her knees with a wicked look on her face. Nick pressed up close to her left, with Lion just as close on her right. She found herself cock high to both, with two monster-sized erections pushed into her face. Lion's pheromones continued to fill the air, making her tingle inside and out.
Wrapping a hand around each cock, she began stroking them to rock hardness. She noticed beads of pre-cum forming at the tip of each, making her mouth water. Taking a deep breath, filling her nostrils with the co-mingled scent of both, Dorothy turned to Nick's dick and plucked the drop of pre-cum off with the tip of her tongue, before rolling her tongue round his sensitive head. At the same time, her hand began spreading Lion's pre-cum all over his cock.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, finally wrapping her lips around the helmet-shaped head.
She gave him intense head for a moment, before pulling off and turning to Lion. Tickling his pisshole with the tip of her tongue, she then made him gasp when she suddenly went down on him. Dorothy took the shifter's massive cock to the back of her mouth, over and over again. And then just as suddenly, she pulled off and went down on Nick.
Stroking, sucking, Dorothy put everything she knew into giving those two intense pleasure. It felt like a race to climax. Dorothy found herself eager to see who won. And she tried to help both along equally.
“Back to me!” Nick cried. “I'm about to come!”
Dorothy pulled off Lion, only to have him grab her head. “No! I'm about to…”
Hot cum shot out of Lion's cock and into Dorothy's open mouth. And then Nick's cock pushed up close and shot a wad, too. She froze, mouth open, as they filled it with their seed.
“Well, that was a lot,” she said, licking her lips. “Now maybe we can get a few hours sleep before one of you wakes me up for another round.”
“Funny,” Nick said, grabbing a fistful of her dark, silky hair. Dorothy was forced to crawl up onto the bed. “I'm just getting started.”
Nick and Lion maneuvered Dorothy to the middle of the huge bed. She ended up facing Lion, who also knelt on the bed, with Nick pressed up close behind her. And then she felt it.
“Ooh, not that.”
“Yep, that,” Nick growled in her ear. “You know what to do. Relax, Dorothy. Just remember what I taught you.”
Dorothy's insides turned to hot mush instantly. It wasn't her favorite sex act, but the notorious pimp always got what he wanted out of his lovers. And he liked to enter through the backdoor.
Nick's index finger began probing her anus. She did her best to relax, and he was able to slip inside her without too much effort. Yeah, that finger felt huge. And then a second finger joined it. Dorothy gasped, back bowed. Lion began fondling, kissing, nuzzling, sucking her breasts. He sent amazing sensations rippling through her overheated body, even as Nick increased the finger count to three. She knew it was about to happen.
“Gently,” she whispered when his fingers came out, and his cock pressed up to her sphincter. And then he pushed into her. “Uggh! Oooh. Yes. Slowly.”
The two of them had done that deed hundreds of times, so it didn't take long before her old friend was balls deep up her ass. Dorothy reveled in that feeling of being stretched out to the max, and filled up as well. And then Nick did something unexpected.
Leaning back, and pulling her back with him, Nick said, “Mount up, Lion.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, eyes huge. “Both of you at once?”
“It's called double-penetration, my love,” Nick whispered in her ear.
“Ho-ly shit!” Dorothy gasped when Lion growled, pressed his cock up to her entrance, and grinned down at her. He thrust in deep. “Ugggh!”
“We call this an Emerald City Threesome,” Nick said. “Just what you asked for.”
Nick fucked her butt, thrusting nice and slowly. Lion went crazy on her pussy, thrusting into her like a madman. She felt them both profoundly, and her body reacted appropriately. Yeah, she trembled like a leaf, writhing, gasping, groaning. They made her crazy. Lion's pheromones just stoked her fires ever hotter and hotter, so soon she was bucking between them, crying out in joy.
“Yes! Yes!”
Dorothy felt first Lion, and then Nick, swell up even more inside her. Just knowing they were about to come tipped her over the top, and she felt that surge to orgasm.
“Ooooooh,” she sighed when her insides erupted with c
limatic glory. Pleasure pulsed through her quivering body. Then Nick came, followed seconds later by Lion. And that made her climax again. “Uugggh. Oooh.”
Nick slowly slipped out, followed by Lion. They moved back and she dropped bonelessly to the bed, huffing and puffing. Dorothy rolled onto her back, feeling so hot, so sweaty, so wonderfully worn out.
“That was… Epic,” she whispered. A naughty little smile spread across her face. “You realize, I hope, that I'm going to expect this every night now.” She giggled. “Now, do it again.”
Chapter 13
“Right here,” Scarecrow said, indicating a rocky, moss-covered mound of about fifteen feet.
Glinda regarded the spot indicated. She used her wand to look for wards, or any other kind of spells. No glamour spell disguised it. No wards of any kind protected the site. Four Sa'Kor agents moved up to either side of her, glaring daggers at Scarecrow. They wanted Glinda to burn him alive for what he did to their sister-agents.
“It's a burial mound. Probably two thousand years old,” she said. “I'm sure anything of value was dug out of it centuries ago. Why did you bring me here?”
Scarecrow grinned in a way that worried her. Even she had difficultly divining what went on inside his mind. Was it a trap? Glinda didn't trust her former master. He was beyond wicked; Scarecrow was pure evil.
“Fifty years ago I had an escape tunnel dug from the Royal Bedchambers to this spot,” he said. “I expect Dorothy is even now asleep in my former bed.” He turned to glare at the nearby city, glowing green in the night. “I told you I could deliver her to you quickly. Is this fast enough, Glinda?”
“Splendid! I knew you'd prove your worth, Scarecrow.”
“Our intelligence says Nick Chopper shares her bed every night,” Oxsana said. The blonde Sa'Kor agent was the more powerful of the two Sa'Kor Lesser Witches accompanying Glinda. “I'd feel better if you allowed Qoris and me to lead the way. If it pleases you, mistress, we can engage Nick Chopper while you take Dorothy Gale.”
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