#visionsoftemptation2021

       Mozart had beautiful hands.

       It was something you were always reminded of whenever you watched him play, long fingers stroking the keys with such effortless grace. They were somehow even more beautiful encased in fine black leather as they were now, hiding the pale skin and sinewy tendons underneath.

       Acting as a maidservant at one of the rare parties held by Le Comte, you helped Sebastian with food and drink circulation while Mozart played for various members of the Paris elite. Even though Sebastian had made it clear you were to move as quickly as possible, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t linger in the room a little longer than you should have just to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, so in his element. 

       The practiced, amicable smile he reserved for social events was firmly in place as men and women flocked to him, drawn by his music as well as his ethereal beauty. You looked away quickly when a woman dripping with green jewels had the audacity to lean over his shoulder as he sat at the piano, giving him a generous look down her dress. Lips painted sinful red, painted nails curled around his shoulder as she smiled at him and you turned away completely. She wasn’t the first to have tried to make a move on the handsome musician tonight and you doubted she would be the last. You tried your best not to let your annoyance show on your face as you offered a nearby couple a refill on their champagne, biting back the frown that threatened to tug your lips into a sour line.

       “(Y/n).”

       You jumped at the sound of your name, spinning around to find Sebastian bent to your shoulder. He blinked at your expression, no doubt catching a glimpse of the chagrin you’d tried so hard to hide.

       “Is there something you need?” you asked quickly, pasting on a smile before he could pull you aside to question you over your sudden change in mood.

       His mouth opened before closing just as quickly, obviously put off, but he only asked, “Can you bring more wine from the cellar? We’re starting to run low in the kitchen.”

       “Of course!” Delivering the champagne bottle into his waiting hands, you strode from the room briskly, happy to be away from the lights and noise for a few minutes at least. The scent of perfume was starting to become cloying, clouding your reasoning. 

       What you didn’t notice were the lavender eyes that followed as you left the room, want swirling in their depths.

       The cellar was quiet as you descended the steps and passed rows of bottles, inspecting each for more of the wine le Comte had bought for this particular occasion. Your fingers circled the sealed caps, nails drumming along glass bodies. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, closing your eyes for a minute. This was better. You could breathe down here and, even better, you didn’t have to watch other women throw themselves at your boyfriend. 

       Usually you loved these parties, the lights and dancing and fairy-tale atmosphere, but not tonight. Maybe you should’ve accepted le Comte’s offer to let you skip waitservice duty, but you would’ve felt bad otherwise, leaving everything to Sebastian.

        “(Y/n).”

       You squeaked as, for the second time that night, someone startled you out of your thoughts. Only when you spun around this time, you were met with the man you wanted to see the most, his gaze strangely intense as he took you in.

       “Wolf!” you breathed his nickname softly, his presence lifting a weight you hadn’t realized had fallen over your shoulders and easing some of the pain in your heart. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be upstairs?” Despite your words, you didn’t want him to go. You wanted him to stay here in this dim cellar with you and forsake the rest of glittering society with its glittering women.

       “I wanted to see you,” he spoke, his voice deep and affectionate. The teasing edge in his voice told you that you weren’t fooling anyone and a helpless, genuine smile crossed your lips as you sighed, letting the rest of your disquiet evaporate as the warmth in his voice washed over you. “Let me hide down here with you for a bit?” he asked, leather-clad fingers lacing with yours and squeezing tenderly as he leaned his forehead against yours.

       You didn’t bother biting back your overjoyed smile, blushing under the sheer adoration in his gaze as you nodded. Returning your smile with one just as bright, Mozart’s eyes moved on to your dress.

       “What are you wearing?” he chuckled, reaching out to grasp the edge of your lacy sleeve. Black and white, the three-quarter length sleeves and skirt were edged in expensive lace and a wide ribbon wrapped your waist, tying back into a large white bow at the small of your back. White buttons dotted your spine and if you looked closely the ebony fabric shone with subtle patterns, silky to the touch. While lovely, it wasn’t meant to draw attention, the square neck and long skirt exceedingly modest.

       “Le Comte and Sebastian suggested I wear it for tonight.” Stepping back, you lifted the skirt in a half curtsy, turning to the side for his inspection. “Why? Does it look weird?”

       “It doesn’t suit you at all.”

       Your heart dropped at his words, stricken eyes blinking at him as he frowned. “What? Why?”

       Your lover didn’t answer, just stared at the garment in annoyance, contemplating.

       “Wolf, why?” you said again, brow furrowing. You at least deserved an explanation as to why he didn’t like it if he was going to be so straightforward with you. 

       “Other men are wolves,” he finally admitted, face twisting in displeasure. “You haven’t seen the way they’ve been drooling after you, thinking you’re just some pretty maid they can have their fun with.”

       You were silent for a heartbeat, processing, and then peals of laughter echoed off the walls as you bent, trying to muffle your snickering with a hand. 

       “W-Why are you laughing? This is serious!” Mozart insisted, his fair cheeks flushing pink.

       “That’s why you don’t like it?” you giggled, letting him wrap his arms around your waist possessively. Your hands slid up his chest, tangling around his neck, and your fingers played idly with the white hair at the nape of his neck as you leaned up to kiss his chin. “You know that’s silly, right? I’m yours and you know it.”

       “But they don’t,” he pouted, capturing your lips in a surprisingly deep kiss. Swallowing your surprised moan, his tongue slipped into your slick cavern, fighting yours for dominance. You didn’t realize you were moving until wine bottles clinked against your back, pressed up against the shelf.

       “Wolf…” A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away, pinning you with lust-darkened eyes.

       “You look delectable,” he husked, gloved hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into the buttery leather, gasping when his other hand groped softly at your behind through your dress. “Such a cute little maid, waiting for me to gobble her up.”

       “Are you sure?” you asked breathlessly, pelvis pressed to his. You didn’t want him to leave. You really didn’t want him to leave. But he would definitely be missed upstairs. Who knew if people had already gone looking for him...

       Hot lips grazed your jaw, traveling to your neck, and all thoughts of others disappeared. “Forget them,” he ordered, making you shiver as he dragged his fangs teasingly across the column of your throat. “Focus on me and me alone.”

       “Yes...Master.” It was daring, using the title outside of the regular confines of your bedroom, but your gamble paid off as he inhaled shakily, his grip tightening on your body. 

       “So that’s how you want to play it?” he challenged, making you yelp as he left a vicious hickey in his wake. Satisfaction shone in his eyes as he pulled away, taking in your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, swollen lip caught between your teeth. “Very well.”

       Your legs trembled as he pulled away, taking a few steps backwards until he sat on a crate, patting his lap expectantly. “What are you waiting for? Come here.” What else could you do but obey as he crooked his finger, beckoning. Hands shot out to grab your hips when you were within reach, dragging you on top of him to straddle his waist.

       “Wolf,” you moaned as his hands slid up your stocking-clad legs, pushing your skirt out of the way. You yelped, jolting, as a second later, his hand landed on your ass, a reprimand. His hand slid up your neck to grip your jaw, gentle yet forceful as he brought your face to his.

       “That’s not what you call me, maid,” he growled and shoved his tongue down your throat, dominating his territory. Your thighs shifted, trying to rub together as arousal dampened your panties, and Mozart bucked under you, grinding the bulge in his trousers against your core.

       “Ah! Master!” Your back arched as he allowed you to grind yourself down on him, his hand reaching to pull the ribbon holding your hair back undone.

       “Will you be a good girl for me?” he purred. “Make me feel good?”

       “Yes!” You nodded eagerly, clutching him to your chest as you gyrated, desperate for more friction.

       “Beautiful,” he purred, burying his fingers in your loose hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat. “I’m going to ruin your body for anyone else,” he breathed against the sensitive skin, licking his lips.

       “My body belongs to you, Master,” you mewled, frustrated tears beading at the corners of your eyes. You needed more. Needed to feel him inside of you.

       He laughed low and pleased, the sound vibrating against you. “That’s correct. Such a smart girl my willing little maid is. She knows exactly who she belongs to.”

       Leaning back on his palms, his eyes flicked to his belt and the obvious erection tenting just beneath it. “Take it out,” he demanded. Your hands shook as you did as he asked, undoing the buttons of his trousers and reaching in to wrap your fingers around soft, pulsing skin, firm beneath your digits. 

       A deep moan sounded from his chest as you stroked him, circling your thumb around the swollen tip as he leaked precum. Flushed with blood and need, Mozart’s cock was a shade darker than the rest of his pale form, and he knew exactly how best to use it to bring you pleasure, having unraveled you on it countless nights. 

       “That’s enough,” he grunted from between gritted teeth. “Show me that pretty cunt. Show me what’s mine.”

       Rising to your knees, you bunched your skirts in one hand, reaching down to pull your panties to the side. Your folds glimmered faintly in the candlelight and you mewled as soft leather parted you, his middle finger circling your clenching entrance. Mozart didn’t seem to care that your wetness darkened his gloves, staining it with your essence. “M-Master...please...hah...fuck me. I need it so bad. Please.”

       “Patience.” His thumb pressed lightly on your clit, rubbing just enough to tease. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

       He spent a few more minutes drinking in your moans and pleas, committing the sight of your disheveled, lustful state to memory. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now,” he groaned, heart thumping heavily with desire for you. Mozart had witnessed your beauty while in the throes of pleasure countless times, but it still made his chest swell seeing how good he made you feel, how much you longed for him. None of the men he had secretly wished tragedy upon would probably ever know you belonged to him, but if any of them so much as tried to touch one hair on your head they would find out just how cold and cruel he could be.

       Tugging you forward, he positioned the tip of his cock against your entrance, circling, gathering your juices until they dripped down the appendage. Steadying a hand on your hip, he helped you sink down on his cock, a shiver wracking your bodies when you were finally fully seated. Slowly, you rose up again before dropping back down, your pace gradually increasing as you bounced on his dick and half-formed praises of how good he felt spilled from your lips. The thick vein that ran down the side of his cock rubbed your walls just right, sending fantastic jolts through your body with each drag in and out.

       Mozart’s fingers dug into your hips in an iron grip as you moved, eyes trained on the intoxicating sight of his dick disappearing in and out of you. A loud moan broke from his lips when you circled your hips, making him buck and curse beneath you. 

       “So tight,” he panted, bringing you down harder in reward, making you scream as he impaled you on his cock. “So fucking tight. I can feel your cunt sucking me deeper, so pathetic and desperate.”

       You whimpered at his filthy words, feeling your wetness drip down your inner thighs, probably staining his pants. Your thighs burned with the force of your bounces, your pussy clenching against the cock stabbing deep inside of you, and the lewd, squelching sounds of your fucking echoed off the stone walls, filling your ears. The coil in your belly was beginning to tighten, signaling your approaching climax.

       “You’re getting wetter,” he observed. Indeed, a milky ring was forming around the base of his cock, and he watched as more of your essence seeped from you with a swipe of his thumb over your clit. “Are you going to cum soon?”

       “I-ah...yes...yes, Master.” You nodded, lips parting around each shaky breath you took. Your breasts bounced within the confines of your dress, sensitive nipples pebbled and scraping against the fabric of your corset. “Please...mmh!...Please, make me cum!”

       “Where do you want it, meine liebling?” His hand pressed into the small of your back, making you whine as the angle of your grinds changed and his cock slid against your clit. He could feel himself getting closer as well, balls tightening with the urge to paint your walls white.

       “Inside,” you begged, core throbbing at the need to be filled. “Fill me with your cum.”

       Smiling, he gripped your hips and lifted you up, vampiric strength slamming you back down. You screamed his name as you came, regardless of who might hear, your walls clamping down around him in a vice-like grip. Tearing your sleeve off your shoulder, Mozart sank his fangs into your flesh, drinking deep as he shuddered and came within you, granting your wish. 

       Milky white seeped out around him as you came down, aftershocks wracking your form as he took a few deep swallows of your blood. The pleasant, mindless oblivion of your orgasm lifted slowly, white hair tickling your cheeks as your lover held you tight against him.

       Your hand cradled his cheek as you pulled away from each other, his tongue darting out to catch the last drops of your blood on his lips. “Mmh, I love you,” you murmured against his mouth, trading sweet kisses.

       Smiling into your kiss, he replied, “I love you too, schatz.”

       Your panties put back into place, he set you down on trembling legs, your thighs rubbing together against the stickiness threatening to seep out. A smug smirk appeared on his face as he watched you, fixing his own disheveled clothing. You shot him a half-hearted glare, but the expression morphed into a smile as he attacked you for another kiss.

       He was welcomed with cries of relief and happiness when the two of you returned to the party, a few more bottles of wine in your arms. Before he disappeared back into the melee, he sent you a knowing glance over his shoulder, a secret only the two of you shared. To anyone else looking at him, it was as if nothing had happened, except there were mysterious new stains on the expensive leather of his gloves.

The date night might've ended a little messy, considering none of you cleaned up the place. Vyn had a slow morning, eventually reaching his home office while you finished the last of the cleaning.

He had thought you came in to say goodbye, but he stiffened as you wrapped your arms around him, your chest pressing into the back of his head. He stopped his work, his fingers trailing over your own.

Vyn's arm ghosted your waist, delicately guiding you to plop yourself on his lap as his hands wandered in the empty space between your naked body and his dress shirt. Vyn's soft massages quickly turned into gropes, his arm supporting you. It wasn't enough for him…

He might be a neat person on the streets, but he's an utter mess between your legs. With both arms by your hips, he repositions you, ass up with your chest pressing against his work table. The table was bare, and you were about to be in a similar state too.

He made quick work of your clothes, leaving you naked, with the dress shirt still over your shoulders, brushing against the tender love bites Vyn left a few days ago. He grunts as he loosens his belt, on his knees as he kisses your lower half, your hips shuddering at the sudden pleasure.

After a few more kisses, you felt the tips of Vyn's edging you over the table, as your fiance's lips kiss over the love bites, as if to mark you once again. He let out a soft groan as his one finger slips into your pussy, the walls pulsing against his still finger.

His slow ministrations only stiffens your body, and Vyn's action came to a pause.

"Do you need me to stretch you out first?"

You didn't reply to his question, letting out a loud moan as Vyn retracted his finger, suddenly feeling empty at your core. His hands moved back to massage your hips, pushing your ass cheeks up.

"I'll need to fit three fingers inside to prepare you love, so I'll need you to raise your hips and part those thighs a bit more, YN."

With one hand holding your thigh to keep your legs wide open, Nokto’s other hand pressed an ice cube to your core and ceaselessly rubbed it around.

“Ahn~.....” The sensation really made you feel like clasping your legs close but Nokto just wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“Look at how much you’re shivering now. Do you really think it’s a good idea to tempt me like that?” His gaze was fixed on yours, observing the way your face contorted with the movement of the ice cube.

“.....Why do you think I.... nh.... did it to start... with?” The coldness was driving you mad but that absolutely didn’t mean you weren’t enjoying this.

Nokto slid the ice cube up to your clit and pressed it hard against your nub. “Does it feel good? Your body wouldn’t stop twitching.”

“Aahnn.... Noktー.... I....” Perhaps it was from the feeling of your sensitive part going numb, your mind couldn’t seem to be processing what’s going on anymore.

“Ahh, your body is so heated it melted away the ice cube again.” Nokto trailed finger along your core, collecting the wetness that gathered. With his finger to his lips, he gave it a lick. “And this wetness certainly isn’t just from the ice.”

“Nnh....!!” Watching him lick your juice away from his finger made your breath catch in your throat. It was so.... unfairly seductively. As if he was inviting you for more. Promising you of something you’ve been eagerly waiting forーー

“What a lewd face you’re making there. I could clearly see ‘Please give me more’ being written all over it now. But.... hmm~....” Nokto reached into the glass that was placed on the bedside table and brought out the last remaining ice cube from it. “I wonderーー”

“......?” With your head tilted to the side, you watched him as you waited for him to continue.

“What if I slip it inside you? This last ice cube.”

“Ehーー!? W-wait.... Noktoーー Noー”

“You’re saying that, but your body is saying otherwise here” Nokto placed the glass back on the table, making sure it’s safely out of the way.

“I.....”

“Be honest, naughty girl.” He pressed the ice cube that began to melt to your opening, spreading it apart ever so slightly as your wetness invited it in.

“......P-please.... put itーー inside me....”

“....As per your command, my queen.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he gently pushed the ice cube inside.

“Nngー!! Ahnーー Nokto.......”

Nokto hugged you close as he pressed a kiss to your eyelid, your forehead, and the tip of your nose. “There, there. Good girl.”

“It's..... ahn..... c-cold.....” You tightly held him close as you endured the sudden temperature shift inside you.

“How about I warm you up a bit then?” Without waiting for a reply, he slipped his finger inside you following the ice cube that had nearly become all liquid. He twirled his finger, moving the ice around with his motions as he pumped in and out you, stimulating you until the ice cube ceased to exist.

“Ahhhnn~!”

Nokto kisses your lips as you come on his hand, letting you ride out your round of orgasm. The satisfied look on your face brought a smile to his own.

“Haa.... ah...”

After a moment's rest, but one not long enough for you to come down from your high, Nokto whispered into your ear as he got on top of you. “How about I give you something thicker and warmer this time? You want it, right?”

“Nok...to..... I..... haa... I'm stillーー”

He pressed his throbbing heat to your opening. “....I don't think I can hold back much longer.”

Neediness for you was vividly reflected upon his gaze. The same neediness that you could feel brimming forth from inside you as well. “Aahn...... I.... please..... Please fill me up, Nokto... I want... you... All of you....”

ーー.... Ahhー I'm at my limit. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he buried himself deep inside you.

Thrusting in and out, again and again, he stimulated you until the two of you both reached your climaxes.

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....But the long pleasure filled night that last until the morning light started to illuminate the night sky had simply just begun.

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After guiding me to his desk, Leonardo lifted me up in his strong arms and placed me on the edge of his desk. With his lean body looming over me, I reached back, trying to brace myself, and instead knocked over a tower of precariously placed papers.

“Cara mia, I know I’m a bit of a slob, but…” Leonardo laughed as he scolded me. “Try not to make a mess.”

“I’m sorry, Leonardo,” I said sweetly, stifling my laughter. I tilted my head, tempting him with my exposed neck. “Can you forgive me?”

He traced a line down the column of my neck, his thumb grazing my collarbone. Closing my eyes, I sighed and shifted, leaning into his delicate touch.

“I think so, yeah,” he murmured into my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.

I looked up, my eyes meeting his; a beautiful storm brewed, desire darkening his golden eyes. Those golden eyes spoke to me, saying more than words ever could.

Throwing my head back, Leonardo’s mouth descended upon my exposed neck, his teeth scraping against my soft skin.

“I missed my compagna so much today,” he whispered as he left a trail of kisses along my collarbone. “I should have a word or two with Sebas for working you so hard…”

I smiled at his joke, knowing he would never do such a thing, but also was deeply touched that my presence was missed so much. Tangling my fingers in his dark locks, I pulled him closer to me, needing to feel him against every inch of my body.

His hands began to roam and wander, his long fingers lingering on my sensitive spots, sending shivers down my spine; finally, those same fingers untied my dress just enough that it slipped from my shoulders. As his hands wandered, so did his mouth, leaving a trail of biting kisses from my neck down my shoulders. After hiking up my skirt, Leonardo ran his gloved palm down my thigh; strong fingers digging into soft skin, guiding my leg to wrap around his waist.

Consumed with passion, I nudged my lover’s hand between my thighs. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder, soaking in his sweet scent, sighing blissfully as his fingers teased me.

His mouth captured mine in a deep kiss; his tongue circling mine, exploring my mouth as his fingers roamed below my waist. Running my hands down his back, I settled my hands on his thighs, teasing him by tracing the outline of his pants.

“Cara mia,” Leonardo groaned softly. “What are you…” I silenced him with a kiss as I finished unbuckling his belt.

“I need you.” My voice was breathless; heat rose in my cheeks, the same heat that was being stoked in my core. I looked up at him through dark lashes, my eyes pleading. Begging.

“Can’t ever say no to you, can I?”

With one hand cupping my neck, his other guided himself into me, his mouth hungrily swallowing my moans of pleasure as he entered me. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin, as my body clung to his. Ecstasy filled me every time he slid inside me, each thrust harder than the last.

Breathless, moans of his name were barely on my lips, as he satisfied me in every way, giving me all that I wanted, all that I needed. And when he gave me pleasure no mortal could, my body crumpled, euphoria taking over as I reached my peak.

       “Isaac, what?!” you squealed, turning to shoo him away for what felt like the tenth time that hour after finding his nose buried into your neck yet again. You were trying to finish up your chores in the kitchen, but you were getting nowhere with your lover attached to your back, his arms apparently glued to your waist. He whined every time you tried to pry his hands from your hips, clinging closer to you as he inhaled deeply against the spot just beneath your ear.

       You’d almost thought Isaac was drunk at first, his clingy behavior resembling that of when he’d had a glass or two at dinner, but he’d acted no different than usual when he’d first walked into the kitchen. It was only after he’d given you a quick kiss to the cheek while you polished the cutlery that he changed, body freezing once he caught a whiff of your perfume.

       It wasn’t anything particularly strong, a subtle apple blossom scent that you’d bought during your most recent outing into town. You’d dabbed it on your wrists and beneath your ears this morning, hoping Isaac would like it, but you certainly weren’t expecting this reaction from him. How were you to know he would have a scent kink?

       Whining your name, his hips pushed hard against you from behind, making you squeak as he ground the bulge in his pants against your ass and your hips jolted against the kitchen counter. 

       “Can’t it wait until I’ve dried the dishes?” you pleaded, despite the way you clenched your thighs together and the growing wetness seeping through your panties. The lustful noises he was making in your ear weren’t helping, quickly demolishing your defenses.

       “Please,” he whined, the word breathed against your neck as he mouthed at the tender flesh. Biting your lip, you looked to the open doorway. Anyone could walk in on you like this, Isaac’s hands sneaking beneath your blouse to grope bra-clad breasts.

       “Close the door,” you murmured, trying not to grin when he turned wide, hopeful eyes on your face. “Quickly.” 

       Your boyfriend nearly fell over in his haste to follow your orders while you giggled, setting your hands firm on the countertop and widening your stance for him. Taking his place behind you once more, he pawed desperately at your skirts, managing to hike them over your hips before setting to freeing himself from the confines of his trousers. 

       You needed to be quick about this, both of you knew that. Sebastian would be there soon to help you with the dinner preparations and Isaac needed to be gone long before then, lest the butler catch wind of your coupling. 

       Fingers tugged your panties down your thighs and a second later a shiver wracked your form when you felt the weight of his cock against your ass, moaning as the engorged head pushed past your entrance. You weren’t quite prepared for him, the need for swiftness outweighing the need for foreplay, and you were grateful to your lover for going slow, taking his time stretching you on his cock and making sure you were okay. His face remained buried against your neck as he sank himself into your welcoming core, groaning as your warmth wrapped around him.

       Fully seated, you could feel him pulsing deep inside of you, holding still as you acclimated to the stretch.

       “Can I…” He swallowed, licked his lips. “Can I start moving?”

       “Yes,” you sighed, wiggling your ass against him. “Hurry.”

       Isaac didn’t need to be told twice, pulling back, he set a frantic pace, pressed flush against you as he humped you into the counter. His balls slapped against your behind with each thrust, the quiet sounds of skin hitting skin and muffled moans echoing off the walls. One hand snaked over your hip, fumbling between your legs until he found what he was looking for. You were helpless but to cry out as he pinched and rubbed your clit, flooding you with pleasure as he drove you towards your end as quickly as he could. 

       The arm around your waist clutched you tighter as you tensed around him, soft curses passing gritted teeth as his thrusts became sloppier. Your cunt sucked him in so deep, so warm and wet and good. He never wanted to leave the comfort of your hole, always so greedy for his cum. If he could, Isaac would’ve happily stayed buried inside of you forever.

       “So tight,” he groaned in your ear, licking at the delicious smelling skin beneath the lobe. You smelled so damn good, each inhale sent pangs to his cock, gasping in breathfuls of it as he bucked into you. “Squeezing me - god!” He growled, nearly sinking his fangs into you before realizing that this was neither the place nor the time. No, he would save that for when he had you in his bed, plowing you into the mattress. Just imagining it...

       Covering your mouth, you sank your teeth into your hand as your orgasm washed over you, your cunt flooded with wet heat as Isaac released inside of you. Hot breath fanned against your neck as he panted, a delightfully full feeling lingering in your belly as he slipped out of you.

       Pulling your panties back into place, he let your skirts fall back into place before tucking himself back into his pants, hiding the evidence of what you’d just done. Fixing your blouse, you turned in his arms to kiss the living daylights out of him, tongues meeting in a messy, albeit happy dance.

       “Tonight?” you asked softly, peering at him from beneath your lashes.

       “Tonight,” he nodded, reluctantly releasing you.

       A bottle of rouge in hand, he disappeared out the door with a last brilliant smile over his shoulder, leaving you blushing as you patted your flushed cheeks and turned to start gathering the ingredients together for dinner.

       Bringing his hand to your lips, you pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles, smiling as a sensation akin to being washed in the warm light of a fireplace fell over you. Peering up at your lover from beneath your lashes, your smile grew, joyful and teasing. Chevalier met your smile with one of his own, lips curling in a gesture equally mischievous and more than a little seductive.

       “I want everything you can give me, my love,” you answered in reply to the question he’d just asked you.

       “I might hurt you,” he’d said, pale gaze unreadable as you drew him back with you onto the bed, guiding him between your legs. “Are you sure you want that?”

       Silly man. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, diplomacy and the demands of ruling tearing him away from you yet again, and he expected you to want him to go easy on you? After long nights of trying and failing to pleasure yourself with the sad substitute that was your fingers he thought you wanted him to take it slow?

       Absolutely not.

       You knew he’d suffered just as much as you had, that the beast was there, waiting patiently just beneath the surface, ready to ravage you to within an inch of your life. And that was all you wanted right now - for your lover to reaffirm his claim to your body and fuck you until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were raw and stupid on his cock.

       You sighed, eyes fluttering, as Chevalier’s hands smoothed up your thighs, lifting your skirts and exposing your bare cunt to his ravenous gaze. He hummed appraisingly as he slid a finger through your heat, gathering your wetness on the digit. “Were you expecting this? I didn’t think anyone was aware I’d be returning today.” Ice blue eyes flicked up to your face, fire swirling in their depths. “Is this for someone else?”

       “N-ah!” Your denial cut off in a yelp as he plunged a finger inside of you, rubbing ruthlessly at your inner walls.

       “What was that?” His breath fanned across your face as he chuckled, pushing your knee to the side so you lay splayed and exposed for him. “Have I been gone so long that you’ve forgotten who you belong to?”

       “N-Never, Chevalier…” You could barely put the words together, so focused on the appendage making a mess of your weeping core. 

       He pulled away, leaving you lying there with your heart pounding and thighs trembling, to drop his cloak and mantle to the floor with a muffled thud. “If you like what you’re wearing I would suggest taking it off quickly.” His hands moved to undo the buttons of his shirt, the slight fumble in his movements betraying his excitement as a sharp smirk crossed his face. “That is unless you want me to tear it off of you.” 

       You nearly tore the laces of your dress yourself in your haste to do as he said, but still, your corset wasn’t so lucky, ripped away by your very impatient and now naked lover. Gasping as the unfortunate bindings snapped under his wrath, you hadn’t the time to pay anymore attention to the destroyed article as your legs were pried open and hard cock pressed against your entrance. You had just enough time to glance down, to see the swollen mass of Chevalier’s manhood and wonder how it had ever fit inside of you, before it slid home with a sharp squelch, your walls forced to accommodate the sudden intrusion. 

       Throwing your head back with a scream, you grasped at his shoulders as he began to pound into you, unwilling to wait a second longer. You knew he’d be rough, had encouraged it, but god, how you’d forgotten how this man could absolutely rail you into the mattress. Chevalier’s love was fast and claiming, leaving you winded with barely a clue as to what had just happened. 

       His lips were hot on your throat and face, showering you in kisses and leaving love bites where he saw fit. The marks he’d left before departing had long since faded, and while logically he knew they would, something about seeing them gone from your skin sparked an irrational annoyance in his heart.

       “Look at me,” he murmured, catching your chin and forcing your lust-blurred eyes to focus on him. “Watch me as I make you mine.” Reaching up to grip the headboard above you, he pulled back only to ram into you harder, driving the tip of his cock against your cervix. It would be nothing short of a miracle if you could walk after this.

       Your nails dragged down his back as he plowed you, caught between begging for mercy and begging for more. His name left your lips like a prayer with each forward drive into your depths, eagerly accepting his kiss as his mouth claimed yours in a passionate tangle of tongues. 

       His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the erotic sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and the clap of skin against skin most likely audible to anyone close by. If they didn’t know Chevalier had found you before, they certainly did now as he grasped your thighs and pinned your knees against your chest. A scream of his name tore from your lips as the new position churned your insides, imprinting the shape of his dick into your walls. The pain of each thrust against your cervix only amplified the pleasure, leaving you a mess in his arms.

       Tears of pleasure escaped to wet your temples, breath stolen away with each unrelenting kiss he bestowed upon you. All the false cruelty from before had melted away, leaving a rare vulnerable expression on Chevalier’s face, his cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink. In the clarity of passion, you knew that each roll of his hips was a silent ‘I love you,’ begging you to give him every piece of yourself.

       He’d missed you so much. Missed the way you felt, the way your pussy hugged his cock, the way you looked at him, all the love and lust you possessed for him and him alone. He couldn't go for so long without you again. He was sure it would kill him - or he would kill someone else - if he did. More than anything, he needed to make you cum, needed to feel you clamp down on him and watch you make that lovely face for him as he drove you to completion.

       A slight shift and the angle of his thrusts changed, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each grind. 

       Your eyes flew open wide, back arching as you scrabbled for control, the ragged edge of your orgasm teasing every nerve in your body. “Chev, I’m - ah! - I’m close!”

       “Me too,” he grunted, lips brushing yours as he leaned down. His hand cupped your cheek, the movement so tender compared to the rough way he was making love to you. “Cum, darling. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to stand it. Cum for me.”

       It was too much. Your orgasm crashed through you on a scream, your cunt fluttering as you gushed around the cock still plunging in and out of you. A few heartbeats later and you gasped, whining, as hot pulses of Chevalier’s release painted your walls white, your oversensitive cunt sucking up all he had to give.

       Gently releasing your legs, he didn’t remove himself from you, instead settling onto his forearms to hover above you. “I missed you,” he panted, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

       Closing your eyes, you held his hand to your face, unable to help the wide grin that stole over your face as you answered, “I missed you too.”

The two leaders of their factions, despite the hostility surging from their positions, never took their frustrations or difference of opinions out on you. The two were of similar mind however, opting to instead try to one up another during sex, to prove that they were better suited as your lover. It was often a hard decision on you, which more than often leads the three of you lost in passionate, rough sex.

Their eyes darted to you, as if you had interrupted their conversation before. Not wanting to impede their ever important work, you turned on the ball of your heel, heading back to the door.

Before your fingertips touched the cold metal of the door handle, a hand got in the way of you and the door, causing a thud as Chevalier blocked you from exiting his bedroom. As you met Chevalier's gaze, the unsettled burning of lust made you blush, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed his body closer to the door.

From the corner of your eye, you saw that Leon made his way to your other side, caging you with his arm alongside his brother. You were trapped, between the two beasts. The Tiger had one of his hands reaching for your waist, while the Lion had his hand trace your jawline, bringing your gaze to theirs.

Leon was the first to make a move, leaning down to your height to capture your lips in his. His tongue grazed over your lips, prodding you to let him in, but the quick tsk from Chevalier and a tug to your waist broke your loving kiss with Leon.

The ice prince leaned to your forehead, inhaling your scent before warning you. "Let's have you on my bed before you can't walk."

Leon huffed, "I really don't mind fucking YN anywhere, as long as she's fully ravished by me."

Chevalier tucked his arm under your knees, carrying you off to his bed. Your butt hit his plush sheets, your dress roughed up in the transfer. From Leon and Chevalier's lustful stares, you got to undressing yourself, tugging at your bodice, your breasts loose in your dress.

In one fell tug, Chevalier's torso was stripped for you. You moaned helplessly against Chevalier's hot lips, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and neck as the prince pulled you to sit in between his thighs. You were eager, both your hips moving in sync with the only barrier being your pesky drenched panties and his slacks.

Leon wasn't as quick to respond, but his envy was evident since all he got to get away with was one kiss. In his tantrum, he pulled out his sword, pointing the blade at his older brother's neck, jealousy seeping with the lust he carries for you.

"No swords!" You yelled in a panic, considering that the half-naked men were ready to pull their metal blades out.

Leon scoffed, sheathing back his sword in its scabbard. His hands rustled to the waistline of his pants, "Our cocks don't count right, sweetheart?"

You hid in Chevalier's chest, the slight shook of your head sealing the deal. The brothers were of similar mind, their lips pulling to their overconfident smirks that you'd always get tempted by. "Should we try what we were discussing about, dear brother?" Leon asked, his tone heavily emphasising the last two words.

"Get on your hands and knees before I change my mind," Chevalier's husky voice reverberated in your skin, as he kissed your shoulder.

Leon, the embodiment of sex itself, had you right where he wanted. Your mouth willing to take his cock deep in your throat, your back arching from the weight of his shaft as your eyes turned glossy from the pleasure. Not yet, he thought to himself. Chevalier was prepping you, rubbing the special lotion crafted just for you all over your body as he poured a generous to your lower half, his fingers skillfully spreading you.

Leon assisted in the little massage, his large hands lingering on your back, moving to your breasts, his fingers flicking the nubs as your moans caused vibrations up his cock. You had only taken in his tip, but he had to control stuffing you with his cock.

Chevalier decided that you were well prepped, especially with the way you were clenching around his fingers. He leaned over, his husky breathes sending shivers down your spine as he eased his cock into your walls, parting the folds slowly. A guttural groan came from Chevalier as he felt you raise your ass up, pushing your hips onto his cock.

You balanced yourself, allowing Leon's shaft to drag on your tongue as you felt him on the back of your throat, as your hums caused more growls out of the Lion. The determination of both men had you taking the full length of their cocks sooner than you thought, as your cunt was full with Chevalier's thick cock rubbing your walls when he'd thrust into you. Leon's cock gagged you as it touched the deepest parts of your throat.

You felt so full, taking the entirety of the princes. You felt your slick running down your thighs, as your spit dibbled down your chin. Their thrusts were of equal wavelength, ever so hard, and oh so rough…

"You should feel how tight our little Belle is," Chevalier cooed, pounding his hips into your pussy. "She's sucking me in hard… I wonder if you've had any other men before this…"

Leon's head threw back, groaning as he felt his cock pulse in your throat. "I think… fuck, YN… you should feel her throat… Although I doubt you could reach it with that cock of yours."

Both were feral with desire, relentlessly thrusting into you as if it were their sacred duty. Their thrusts were equally frantic, as both chased their high in your tight holes. Chevalier's hips lost rhythm, and Leon's lips spilled curses of your name of how good you were, as if it were the only words he knew.

In the middle of their frantic thrusts, you had reached your high twice, a cream of white forming at the base of Chevalier's cock. Another one was fast approaching, with Chevalier tapping your ass as a signal for you to cum. You did, staining his abs with your slick. You moaned onto Leon's cock as Chevalier spilled his seed into you. With a few more cusses, Leon spilled in to your throat as you swallowed his load.

"We aren't done, precious," Leon grunted, as he pulled out of your mouth. Chevalier adjusted you both, so your head rested against his chest as the Tiger's cock stilled in you.

Your adorable, confused expression was adorable to them. Their cute Belle, when realising that Leon was lining his cock up to where your pussy and Chevalier's shaft met. Your walls pulsed, stretching to accommodate their impressive lengths as your grip tighten on Chevalier's shoulder.

The men plowed their cocks into you at once, both thrusting up as you scream their names, your thighs shaking against them. Your breasts pressed against Chevalier's toned chest, as Leon's abs pressed into the small of your back. Their hot mouths trailed along your shoulders and neck, both beasts marking you as theirs, the sensation of your walls clenching their shafts making them go feral.

"I'll fuck you better than he ever could."

"Your cunt's only gonna remember my cock, not his…"

Their rough thrusts hit your sweet spot at the same time, your brain blank as you mumbled out incoherent words, fucked dumb by both princes. Both men's sexy groans, that were louder than you've ever heard, made your high ever more intense. You whimpered, your pussy warm with the feeling of their thick semen pouring in, rope after rope.

Exhausted from the intense sex, your head leaned into Chevalier's chest, as your tired body caused your eyes to close. The two brothers watched as you drifted off, eyes full of affection for you.

"YN is so vulnerable around you… this is why I can't leave her around you," Leon growled at his brother.

"I could comment the same thing about you, but I'd never give YN up for you," Chevalier scoffed.

       It was quiet, too quiet, and you’d forgotten something you never should have.

       The backstage area of the theater where Shakespeare’s troupe rehearsed was pin-drop silent as you stared into the heated gaze of your lover with wide eyes. Your gasp still hung somewhere in the atmosphere suddenly turned hot and heavy when you’d spun around to find your boyfriend not more than a couple inches away from you. Silent as a cat, you hadn’t heard him enter, thinking he was still giving final remarks to his actors for the day before they left, but he’d apparently finished and now he had plans for you. Your back had pressed against the wall as he closed what little space was left between you, a leg making room between yours.

       “D-Did the others already leave?” you whispered, inhaling sharply as his thigh pressed against your core.

       “Yes,” Will answered simply, his eyes half-lidded as he reached to fiddle with the top button of your blouse. 

       “Sh-Shouldn’t-” you took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself to no effect. “Shouldn’t we go home first?”

       “Wherefore?” He smiled, devilish and lustful. “I see nay reason wherefore we shouldst restrain ourselves till then.”

       “Will.” Your lover’s name fell from your lips on a hushed sigh, cautious but not rejecting as long fingers snuck up your thigh, gathering the fabric of your skirt. “What if someone comes back?” you asked, a tingle running down your spine as warm breath fanned against the side of your neck. 

       “Then they shalt watch,” he replied, the tip of his nose tracing the column of your throat to your ear. “Watch as their master fucks his mistress.” His seductive purr sent a wave of arousal soaking your panties and you fidgeted around the knee pressed against your throbbing core, grinding subtly against it. 

       Shakespeare didn’t miss the way you reacted to his words, a wanton gleam entering your eyes and your breath catching in your chest. “Mmm, would thee like that? To be watched as I bring thee to ruination on my cock?”

       You keened softly, biting your lip as you ground against him harder, needing more of that delicious friction. It surprised you to admit that you didn’t know. For someone to walk in on Shakespeare fucking you until you couldn’t walk straight...would that be such a bad thing?

       He dropped to his knees suddenly then, mismatched eyes gleaming inhumanly as he fisted your skirt above your hips and licked his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you, he lowered his mouth to your covered mound, fangs gleaming in the low light of the room as he inhaled shamelessly. You shivered as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, slowly dragging them down your clenching thighs and revealing your desire to his hungry gaze. 

       Nudging your legs further apart, he buried his nose into your slit, nuzzling your clit lovingly and moaning into your heat with unconcealed arousal. A hand flew to your mouth, covering your squeak as he licked up your cleft, dexterous fingers parting your folds for better access to your fluttering hole. Your other hand dove into his red locks, your legs shaking as Will took his time eating you out, moaning appreciatively into you with each slurp and suck. 

       The pads of his fingers stroked your clit, rubbing and kneading and drawing more wet gushing from your depths and onto his waiting tongue. Your hips ground onto his face, much to Shakespeare’s delight. He lived for giving you pleasure, to making you come undone again and again under his love. Red and amber eyes rolled back in his head as your taste filled his mouth, evidence of how good he was making you feel. His hips moved in gentle circles, subconsciously humping the air as he feasted on your dripping cunt.

       Your hand did nothing to muffle the cry that escaped you when a hot tongue wormed its way into your clenching entrance. The wall against your back and the man between your thighs were the only things keeping you on your feet as the coil in your belly began to tighten.

       “Will, I’m-oh!...I’m going to-!” Your hand fell away from your mouth, joining its twin in your lover’s fine locks as he attacked your weeping cunt with renewed vigor. The height of your pleasure washed over you with a scream of Will’s name, body seizing and legs trembling as he lapped up your release greedily, your juices trickling down his chin.

       Sagging in his hold, you panted as he finished with a few long licks to your oversensitive folds. A strand of your arousal connected his lips to your pussy as Will pulled away, broken by a swipe of his tongue across his lower lip. You would have cum again at the sight if you hadn’t just climaxed on his tongue.

       “Delicious,” he sighed, cheeks pink with lust and his eyes sliding shut as he savored the taste of your cum. Rising languidly to his feet, his hand grazed over your leg as he pressed himself flush against you, making you feel the bulge in his trousers. Fingers stroked the underside of your thigh, an unspoken command for you to lift your leg around his waist. 

       He’s quick to relieve himself of his garments as you arch against him, pushing your breasts into his chest as you pull him closer. The emptiness is nearly unbearable, the need for him to fill you up ridding your brain of all other priorities.

       For once, Will doesn’t wait, his desperation matching yours as he spears you on his cock with a single fluid jolt of his hips. His groan of relief joined yours as he finally stretched your walls, the heat of your flesh wrapping around him in a vice-like grip. The curve in his dick rubbed mercilessly at your g-spot, making you writhe and mewl as he circled his hips, torturing you. 

       “Will, don’t...no...don’t tease me!”

       “Tease? How could I conceive to when I want you so terribly?” Capturing your lips in a heated kiss, he didn’t let up until you were thoroughly breathless, chuckling even as your kiss-swollen lips followed his when he pulled away. “I’m so aroused for thee tis painful.” Punctuating his words with a rock of his hips, his lips curled in a lust-drunk smile. “And thy body sucks me so deep. I fear I couldst loseth myself in thee if I’m not careful.”

       “Will, move,” you begged, rolling your body against his. Your pussy throbbed around him, full but unsatisfied. You needed the friction of his shaft pulling and rubbing against your gummy insides, lest you pushed him down and took care of it yourself. He rewarded you with a moan that sent thrills through your core, his head tipping back in ecstasy.

       “Very well.” Blown-out pupils focused on you once more, intense in their murky desire that clouded them. “I’ll giveth thee all thee could want and more. Just don’t regret ‘t if’t be true thee can’t take all of it.”

       Wrapping you in an unyielding embrace, your lover began humping you on his length, his moans quite possibly louder than yours as he sought his own pleasure within the welcoming squeeze of your pussy. With each grind, his pubic bone rubbed hard against your clit, making you gush magnificently around his drilling manhood.

       What Will lacked in girth he made up for in length, reaching places you hadn’t known existed deep inside of you. You sucked in a breath when the engorged head knocked against your cervix, making your eyes roll back as a miniature orgasm wracked you momentarily. Hoisting you higher, closer, he focused intently on that spot, drinking in your expression with avid attentiveness. 

       Caught up in the overwhelming pleasure of your lover plunging in and out of your sopping core, you didn’t hear the gasp, didn’t see the actor’s stunned face as you threw your head back, eyes closing in bliss. Shakespeare did though, and a sudden, piercing ram into your cunt had you screaming his name as his dangerous gaze narrowed on the other man, a razor sharp smirk splitting his face as he made a point of rolling his hips deeper, of fucking you harder in a territorial display. 

       Your juices dripped off his cock lewdly, the wet sounds of his swollen manhood disappearing into your hole echoing off the walls of the small space. A pale ring had already formed around his shaft, disappearing and reappearing with each successive thrust.

       Shakespeare could see that the other man wanted to look away, to flee in mortification, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of your fucked out expression, from the way you took your lover’s dick so well. A shameful bulge was forming in the other man’s pants, his cheeks flushed with something other than embarrassment. 

       “Will...yes...yes...right there!” your wanton cries of his name only made his grin widen. His grip changed on your thigh and suddenly the other man could see everything, a front row seat to his director’s cock plunging in and out of his muse, to the way the your entrance puckered and sucked around him, hungry for cum, a beautiful, erotic performance.

       “Squeezing me so tightly...hah...thy cunt is always so greedy for me...positively sucking me in…” The danger in his eyes was clear as he beheld the other man. ‘This belongs to me,’ they said, upon threat of a horrible, painful death.

       He bit viciously into your shoulder as he drove you to your orgasm, humping shallowly as he joined you in blessed release, spending himself inside of you. 

       Tearing away from your blood, you could taste yourself on him as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans and mewls. Your mixed fluids seeped out of where his cock still plugged you, forming a tell-tale puddle on the wooden floor. 

       “Such a good girl,” he murmured between open-mouthed kisses. A satisfied grin stretched his face as he stroked your cheek, gazing at you in open adoration. “Too good for me.” 

       By the time you calmed down from your climax, the actor is long gone, but that didn’t stop you from figuring out what had happened the next day when the poor man couldn’t meet your eyes, when he nearly tripped over himself in his rush to get away from Shakespeare at your shoulder.