Edovard whimpers softly, but his fingers curl into a fist in Gregory’s hair and he shoves his cock deep into our boy’s throat.
“Good. Yes. Just like that, Edovard,” I encourage him as he works his body over my shaft, thrusting his hips just the way Gregory wants.
My mate is determined to be the best cocksucker, and I’m never going to discourage his life goals, especially when it means I get to watch him on his knees at every opportunity. He’s beautiful with a dick in his mouth.
The sense of our master hits me hard, and I turn, eyeing Santanos as he pops into existence on his throne. He’s paler than usual and his cherubic cheeks have lost some of their roundness.
“I’m going to—” Edovard starts, stuttering to a stop when his orgasm explodes out of him.
Mine is immediately pulled out of me. and Gregory’s yelp tells me Santanos took his orgasm as well. I shudder and tremble under the force of Santanos’s power, a willing sacrifice for my master. I would give him every drop of power inside me without hesitation if he demanded it. I open my eyes when the pleasure recedes, unaware that I’d blinked at all, and suddenly Santanos is right beside us, using his power to reignite our libido.
The atmosphere of the entire party changes with his presence. The minions’ ecstasy grows louder, and more of them cry out in both pleasure and pain. On the floor, they writhe together, worshiping their master, feeding him to supplement the excess that Edovard selflessly gives him.
Santanos strips off the suit hiding his body from us and moves in close to Edovard’s front. “Fuck me, my love. I need you inside me. Gregory, suck me. Hassan, don’t move from where you are. I need all of you,” he demands, touching each of us in turn.
I’ll stay hard and inside our lover for the rest of my life if he asks it of me, and I know Gregory would live on his seed alone if that was what Santanos required. We’ve been with him for ahundred years, and we’ll end our lives with him. Our devotion to him is unrivaled except by Edovard’s love, of course.
“Come here,” Edovard sighs happily, pulling Santanos into a tight hug. “You’re here now. We’ll take care of you.”
Of course we will; we always will.
3
SANTANOS
Sliding Edovard’s cock into my achingly empty hole is like slipping into my favorite robe—a comfort and relief after days of fasting. The retreat where the council spends the time between the solstice and the new year renewing the magic that fuels the wards of the avatars, harbingers, and other protected persons is always a challenge for me. It’s a fast every year, and coming home, summoned by my minions into a feast of lust and love, is always the highlight.
This year, Edovard’s magic feeds me and refills my hollowness faster than I’ve ever experienced. His orgasm the moment of my reappearance filled me up, and every drop of the offering from my minions is simple, exquisite excess—a five-star decadent dessert I don’t need but can’t say no to.
Standing a step up from Edovard, I pull Gregory’s mouth onto my cock, feeding him exactly what he needs. He’s been my cocksucker for a hundred years, and his enjoyment of having my cock in his mouth has only grown as the years have progressed. The man is the master of my cock—he can work an orgasm out of me faster than anyone—but his true skill is how he can keep me on the edge for hours without the orgasm, without it becomingmore pain than pleasure, sometimes without me even realizing how much time has passed.
With the reverence of a worshiper, he kisses my shaft, holding it like a sacred relic. I love this man, more than I think he knows no matter how often I tell him. My mate behind me nuzzles my neck and rocks in and out of me. He knows we’re not in a hurry; this is pure extravagance, and while he may not word it that way, he can see that I’m refilled now, that I want this, that the need in me is only emotional from missing my men while I was away.
The love and lust build around us. Hassan reaches around my mate, taking my hand in his. I’m surrounded by my men, the lovers I’m going to spend the rest of my eternity with. Time loses its power over us, it slows to a crawl, matching the pace of Edovard’s easy thrusts. The crescendo of our arousal builds through patience as Edovard sucks small love bites into my shoulders and neck and plays with the piercings in my nipples. At the height of his dance, when I’m teetering on a razor’s edge between pain and ecstasy, Edovard hits me with the full force of his love and desire, spinning me out into the stratosphere. The ropes of my magic connected to every person on the roof tie them up and bring them with me, sending up a feast of magic, lust, and ritual that in years past would have refilled the emptiness but tonight makes me fat with excess.
The collective orgasm fills me to bloating, and greed tempts me to take more, but my love, Edovard, grounds me in temperance again, pulls out of me, and scoops me into his arms, kissing me like I’m the love of his life, because I am.
When he releases my lips, he huffs a happy sigh into my hair. “I missed you.”
“I missed you as well, my love.”
“We have to do this every year?” he asks to confirm.
“Yes, unfortunately, for as long as I’m the Avatar of Evil.”
He lifts his face from my hair to look me in the eye. “Seeing you again is the best, but missing you is the worst.”
“Distance is said to make the heart grow fonder,” I tease him.
He hesitates, and Hassan leans in, nuzzling his ear. “Being apart is supposed to make you feel more love for the person you’re missing.”
Edovard smiles and leans into Hassan’s affection. “Oh. I don’t think I love you more, I just missed you. I already loved you with my whole self,” he explains as Gregory joins the group snuggle, pressing in at my back.
He snorts derisively. “Human sayings don’t mean shit to the rest of us. We’re perfectly capable of loving without having to be separated from our people.”
We won’t mention that he refused to tell the man he’s desperately in love with that he loved him until Edovard forced him to. We don’t talk about how he refuses to acknowledge that he’s mated to a Hell dragon. We just let him be his grumpy self and only tease him a little.
“That’s true,” Edovard agrees. “What happens now? Is it bedtime? My grandma always made me go to bed after the song.”
