I ran my hands along the skirts of Magenta's dress. "This is kind of in the way."
Magenta smirked. "Then I'd suggest that you remove it."
"You can't just — puff — vanish it?"
"Hecate's breath, the most precious things are worth working for. I'm worth it, am I not? Right now, Marcus controls my magic and quite inappropriately, my undergarments."
Screw me with Mjolnir, no one controlled my Magenta's panties...or whatever freakishly large underwear she had on under her skirts.
Bask gasped, although his clever, clever fingers didn't pause in their strokes over my hard dick. "So, that bad bastard is controlling our sexy times and our pants? The Duchess would love that Letter Magic."
He shuddered.
I waggled my eyebrows. "No god will be defeated by mere clothing. Trust me, I have your panties conquered."
I hiked up Magenta's skirts and discovered...more material. She couldn't be wearing three petticoats, could she?
What in Odin's name was all this material?
"How many layers are under here?" I muttered, sticking my head underneath like an explorer in the jungle with a special flower to discover (and I couldn't wait to kiss it). "A guy could get lost."
Bask snickered.
I fumbled for clasps or laces. I'd screwed enough humans before (and I was old enough for that to have been during the Victorian era). But those women had already been naked and waiting for me. I wasn't the maid who undressed them.
But Magenta was different.
How angry would she be if I just ripped them all down? I could pass that off as passion, right?
I sighed. She’d be less turned-on and more howling in wedgied agony if I tried that.
Magenta tugged on my arm, and I reluctantly retreated from the jungle of her underwear.
When Magenta giggled, I scowled. "Hey, I tried. But there was all this lace, frill, and—"
"It appears that the effort turned you into Mr. Fierce." Magenta ran her hand along my hair, which stuck out at all angles, smoothing it down.
I flushed.
"If your mouth is to be cruelly kept from me," Magenta murmured with a glint in her eye, which truly was wicked, "then my mouth shall simply have to come to you."
My eyes widened, as she ducked her head towards my lap. Bask winked at me, sliding his hand into my pants and freeing my dick.
Magenta licked over my dick's head, as if greeting it. Then she licked down its length, looking up at me through the veil of her hair. I groaned at the teasing challenge in her gaze, as her tongue massaged along the length of my dick, and she sucked with hollowed out cheeks.
"Vallhalla!" I cussed, clenching my hands on my thighs to stop myself thrusting into her mouth and spilling humiliatingly fast for a god.
But her mouth was godly.
Bask nibbled along my jawline, before dipping to my neck and sucking to mark me; I shivered. "My mouth is also yours to command. What do you desire?"
I stroked his hair (and he arched like he was the Birman cat about to purr), before tightening my fist around the silky strands and yanking him down towards my aching balls. "Get busy then."
Bask wiggled his ass. "As you wish."
I groaned, as his tongue lapped over my aching balls. Magenta slid her mouth further down my dick, and worked the shaft with her tongue, before darting it out, just as Bask licked up to meet her stretched lips...
My eyelids fluttered shut, and my thighs trembled at the twin sensations.
On the runes, could someone kill you by sucking you off? I must be dying...
My balls tightened, and my toes curled. Flushed, I rested one hand on Bask's head and the other on Magenta's but I forced myself to do no more than touch these incredible Immortals who were winding me closer to my own death by pleasure, no matter how desperate I was to take control and push.
My back bowed, and my neck strained.
Let me come...so close...I can't...I need, need, need...
"Well, I'm not entirely surprised," a gruff, mocking voice wound from the doorway. "I've heard tales about witches, and Loki's a legendary lover. Of course, it could be the influence of the incubus. It amazes me that they allow whores to mix in the academy. But then, perhaps he's the entertainment."
Magenta's mouth snapped closed in shock, and I howled as her teeth grazed my dick. She pulled off my dick, giving it a final apologetic lick.
But she wasn't the one edged so close to orgasm that if Bask so much as sat on my lap, I'd embarrass myself.
Bask pushed my painfully hard dick back into my pants, before shooting me a sympathetic look.
I growled, surging to my feet and twisting to face the dragon shifter in the doorway, which’d melted away. I was an exhibitionist but only with consenting partners and not with guards or whoever the huge dragon shifter was, who was blocking the exit with his hands smartly behind his back.
I tilted my head, scrutinizing him, as he calmly scrutinized me back. I'd guess that he was more a soldier than a guard and one who was used to his orders being obeyed. He was beautiful but giant with bunched muscles and cropped golden hair that matched his eyes. He wore the same orchid uniform as Marcus.
Were they family?
Bask had stiffened at whores.
Magenta clasped her arms around Bask, drawing him to the back of the cell.
I glanced behind the shifter at the corridor. He appeared to be alone.
Could we escape?
My pulse thundered, but I fought to keep my gaze emotionless. "If you're jealous, why don't you come in here and get on your knees. Show me what you've got."
The shifter paled with fury, before striding into the cell.
Got you.
"I'm Lash, the archduke's cousin and recent Regent of the entire Court and kingdom," his voice was clipped and sharp. "Show me proper respect."
"I'll show you," I muttered. "But seriously, does your cousin know that you're in here harassing us?"
Lash smiled, slyly. "Do you think that I'll answer to come soft bastard who allowed himself to be captured, ridden, and tamed by a fae prince? I should send him back with you."
Behind me, Magenta gave a sharp intake of breath.
"What kind of bad bastard would betray their own family?" Bask hissed.
"The kind who ruled this Court and doesn't need some youngster who's had the backbone whipped out of him, crawling home with his wings clipped." Lash's yellow magic coiled around him, along with the rich scent of myrrh. "He's not worthy."
I arched my brow. "And if your magic had been bound, while you'd been collared with the threat of punishment to your brothers if you disobeyed, then the witches would never have tamed you, right?"
Lash swung his arms around to his front, crossing them defensively, and his muscles flexed. "It's like you know me. It's why I have to take the decisions for poor Marcus because he's too weak now. He can't even deal with traitors. But I'm here to help him."
Deal didn't sound good.
I pushed back my sleeves, thrilling with the call to battle. It felt kind of weird to fight without Fenrir howling through me. This time, I had to face the danger by myself without the wildness seizing me.
I still ached to kick Lash in the balls to make him suffer as much as my own blue balls were.
I prowled towards Lash, blocking his view of Magenta and Bask; he didn't get to look at them like he was planning to tear them apart. Honestly, he could just peer over my head because the asshole was tall, but size had nothing to do with bravery.