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At some point, the Recluse had become a staple part of life in the spire. Shadow Milk was accustomed to it already, scheduling their little dates with glee as his power grew stronger and stronger.
Chasing away his little friends had been as simple as locking them in a puzzle room. Time was limitless here, so their task that would take an hour could stretch for weeks in his reality.
Plenty of time for the Truthless Recluse to bond with him. Plenty of time for Shadow Milk to break down his walls until he anticipated him to float in and grab him into a forceful kiss every time they met.
He hadn't expected to be so attracted to the mess of a man. Pure Vanilla was kind, naive, too quick to assume the best and too soft to fight back. The Recluse, however, was spiteful and harsh. He didn't put up any fuss when he was assigned his quarters. He didn't budge from his broody nature when Shadow Milk played with him. He bit Shadow Milk's fingers when he shoved them into his mouth.
Shadow Milk's faux moon rose on the horizon. His servants were out collecting little rumors to spread. It was the perfect time to check in on his pet.
Shadow Milk dropped into a portal, popping out right in front of Truthless Recluse's door.
“Hellooooo?” Shadow Milk called out, flinging open the door. “How is-”
The Recluse was kneeling before Dark Enchantress, who tilted her head back and smiled as Shadow Milk appeared. Smug bitch, and in her hands was a leash, clipped to a collar Shadow Milk had created especially for his Recluse.
He felt the shadows write around him.
“Dark Enchantres…” Shadow Milk's tone was as flat as he could muster. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Oh, Shadow Milk.” She replied, tilting her head. “I just wanted to see if one of your many rumors were true. Just checking in with an old friend, no harm, right?”
The Recluse turned away from her, facing down for just a moment before being yanked towards his new captor. He couldn't balance himself fast enough, hands rushing out to catch himself before he fell forwards onto the floor.
“You wouldn't mind if I borrowed your pet for a while, would you, beast?” Dark Enchantress asked, but Shadow Milk knew it wasn't a real question. She had the advantage, even in his own domain. One move against her could make her snap, using the failsafe she had against the Beasts she resurrected to crumble him. Build him a new body, no harm no foul.
Shadow Milk could only frown when she took his silence as confirmation. She tugged again at the Recluse's leash, pulling him towards her leg. He fell upon it and began to rub his beard against the smooth satin of her dress. He wasn't fighting it at all, not even hesitating to kiss her heels when she raised her skirt ever so slightly.
Shadow Milk felt his guts tense at the very sight.
“I haven't seen my dear friend in so long, after all.” She brought a hand down to rest atop his head, bending down sensually so Shadow Milk's eyes had nowhere to go but along the curves of her body. “We were lovers once, did you know?”
Shadow Milk was one of the most powerful beings alive. He could drag Dark Enchantress down into the shadows and lock her in a dungeon. He could tear his Recluse away and cast an explosive spell to destroy her. This was not her fight, Truthless Recluse was his prize.
But he met the Recluse's eyes, and he realized his error.
He was not objecting to the position he was in. He wanted this.
Shadow Milk could do nothing but turn away, not willing to look Dark Enchantress in the eye when she laughed.
“Don't worry… I'll take good care of him.” She picked up a strand of his blonde hair, rubbing it between her fingers. “Right here, in the room you so kindly set aside.”
With that, she turned and made the Recluse follow her on his hands and knees. The Enchantress gracefully sat down on the blue and white bed, allowing her lover to crawl up to her. Her claws cupped the Recluse's jaw and pulled him onto her lap. He offered no resistance, swaying lazily into her touch when she pulled him towards her lips.
Shadow Milk heard their kiss before he turned to loom. He stood there with his fists balled as he heard the soft hums of pleasure that were previously only his. He watched The Recluse's jaw move as he leaned into her more and more, lost in the meeting of tongues and teeth.
“Don't be shy, Shadow Milk.” Dark Enchantress called out to him, briefly pausing their heated kiss. The Recluse didn't part from her, immediately kissing and biting at her neck when she spoke. “Since you've been so kind to share, you're more than welcome to watch.”
Shadow Milk's pride was too strong to answer her. Rather, he kept watching Pure Vanilla's jaw and hands, teeth threatening to bite down on her pale skin. His hands went up to her head, knocking aside her horn headpiece to release her long, white hair down her back. Dark Enchantress kept pressure on her partner's neck, pulling at his collar when she needed their lips to meet again.
Slowly and surely, she stripped off the Recluse's robes. His bodysuit revealed everything to her, from his perk nipples down to his bulging length. Her black gloves traced the seams of his body, ending just above his waistband. She first pushed upwards, removing his top and lavishing his exposed skin with her sharp claws. She pushed him back down to the ground, and he quickly got to work pushing her dress up to her thighs, kissing every inch of skin along the way.
Shadow Milk moved finally, trying to ignore Dark Enchantress’ cruel smile as he stepped towards the poster of his bed. Truthless was focused on his task, licking long stripes up Dark Enchantress’ thighs until he finally reached the apex, covered in a thin black garment. His lidded eyes met Shadow Milk's as he pressed his lips to her, collar and leash going tight once again as she keened.
Shadow Milk had claimed him time and time again, but neither of them had put a label on whatever they had. Bouts of pleasure between a master and his servant? A budding romance that could only be explored through deceit? It was not enough to keep the healer to himself, and the Recluse was thriving as Shadow Milk's jealousy grew. It was that dark desire that made Shadow Milk's heart lurch as his Recluse pulled down the Enchantress’ underclothes to her ankles. Dark Enchantress followed his eagerness, quickly pushing them off of her entirely and letting Pure Vanilla push his way between her legs.
Like a starved animal, he immediately took her clit between his lips and sucked.
Shadow Milk did not expect Dark Enchantress to be so loud. She moaned and nearly screamed when the Recluse took a deep breath of air and began fucking her with his tongue. Shadow Milk has been on that receiving end before, and gods, the Recluse was an insatiable whore when he was pressed into a wet pussy.
“Fuck…” She groaned, trailing off into a growl as her claws tugged on the Recluse's hair. He only growled in reply, blunt nails digging into her hips as he pulled her even more into his mouth. Shadow Milk saw his teeth flash as he gulped for air between long sucks and thrusts of his tongue inside of her, or against her clit, or sucking her mound entirely. He saw his ass flex as his hips rucked into the side of the bed. He saw the Recluse's eyes flick from him to the Enchantress, unsure of who's reaction to watch as he just kept devouring her.
“Ah- you never changed- oh fuck!” She cried out, gripping even tighter on his lead and his hair. “You insatiable whore- I know how much- oh, oh…” She keened and stopped speaking as the Recluse focused on sucking her clit with pumps of pressure. Shadow Milk knew exactly what he was doing, focusing on that constant pulse on her clit to make her go over the edge. Truthless was in control at this moment, and he decided it was finally time for her to cum.
He didn't know how long it took exactly for her to finally scream in pleasure and squeeze the Recluse's face with her thighs, but Shadow Milk knew it was long enough for him to stop caring and finally start touching himself.
The Recluse's gaze met him again, as if he was plotting for Shadow Milk to be next.
But Dark Enchantress pulled him harshly until he crawled over her in bed, breaking the tension between the two of them. She laid back, allowing him to kiss the swell of her breasts as she watched the Recluse hump the air in desperation.
“Lucky you.” She said to Shadow Milk. Even though her cheeks were bright red and her hair in a mess, she still had the nerve to taunt him. She moved the Recluse again, moving them up on the bed so she could relax against the headboard. Both Truthless and Shadow Milk followed her, and the Recluse sat on her lap at her request.
Dark Enchantress let her claws trace the outline of Truthless’ cock, humming with satisfaction when it jumped at the slightest brush of her hand. “It's been so long since you've last had my touch, hasn't it?” She purred, fingers wrapping around the swell of his length through his bodysuit. The Recluse bucked into her hand with desperation, eager to finally get stimulation where he desperately needed it.
Shadow Milk had seen him desperate, but his Recluse was too bitter to debase himself like this. She took pity on him, peeling his bodysuit from his shoulders and down his body. With a kick of a leg, the last barrier between himself and Dark Enchantress’ hand fell onto the floor. His cock weeped with precum, letting her hand stroke down to the base with a smooth glide.
“...please.” The Recluse whispered, and the Dark Enchantress only tilted her head.
“Please what, dear?” She asked, to which Truthless shut his eyes.
“Please… let me fuck you.” He asked, and who was Dark Enchantress to deny him when he asked so sweetly. It made Shadow Milk's blood boil when she pushed him down onto his back.
“Of course, of course I'll let you.” She said, pulling her dress up and off of her body so they were both bare. Shadow Milk felt isolated, embarrassed, and foolish as he was left with nothing to do but take his cock out fully and pump it at the sight of her lining him up with her cunt. “Dear, sweet Pure Vanilla…”
At the sound of his true name, Pure Vanilla closed his eyes and whimpered. He sat so nice and still for her as she lowered herself down onto him. She let out her own pleasured groan, hand pressing against her abdomen as if she was trying to feel him inside of her. Shadow Milk watched and heard their joining and had to grip the base of his cock when she was finally fully seated on top of him.
Dark Enchantress’ pale white hair hid her from view, but Shadow Milk could still see how his Recluse's face was marred with both her lipstick and cum. He was gazing up at her with an expression he had not seen from him… longing, sadness, something deeply profound within his mismatched eyes.
“Fuck me, Pure Vanilla.” She asked of him, face morphing now into a sly grin. “Fuck me like you love me.”
Something snapped in the Recluse, and even Shadow Milk felt it when he grabbed her by the hips and trusted up into her. His feet planted firmly on the bed as he started to thrust into her madly, making her screams and moans staccato with every slap of his hip.
Shadow Milk watched his cock disappear into her again and again, stroking himself in time with the snap of Truthless’ hips. He wasn't sure if it was himself or Dark Enchantress moaning at times, both entranced by the desperation of the healer.
“Oh, Pure Vanilla- ah!- I know how much you've needed this.” Dark Enchantress moved over him, interrupting his thrusts for a moment. She suddenly brought her hands against his throat, claws picking at his skin as she settled down onto her knees. She held him down by the throat as she started her own pace. “If you wanted this so badly… you were always welcome to seek me out, dear.”
“White Lily…” The Recluse whimpered out, voice strained by the pressure on his throat.
“Oh poor thing, I know you miss her, but I'm right here for you.” She kept bouncing on top of him, and his eyes rolled back before shutting. “I'm the one who should be using you- telling you how to fuck me and serving me every day. You and your beautiful cock, fitting so nicely inside of me like you were made for this.”
“Yes- Lily…” his breath hitched. Shadow Milk realized he was about to cum.
“My perfect slut- oh what a waste to keep you here!” Dark Enchantress released him, hand reaching to her clit and rubbing herself intently as her movements slowed. “Ah- fuck me- make me cum!”
The Recluse needed no further instruction, taking over once again and thrusting into her with feverish intent. With a shout, she began to quiver and climax on his cock, and the Recluse was quick to pull out of her. It only took a few pumps of his hand to release all over his stomach, seed that was eager to find purchase inside of her now dripping on his skin.
Shadow Milk couldn't take anymore. He floated through the shadows to wrap around his Recluse's form. Hands and tendrils came up around Pure Vanilla's torso and replaced the spots where Dark Enchantress had touched.
He looked towards the mage expecting rage, but instead she just smiled at him.
“I did say I would share.” She said, out of breath. She slid backwards, letting Pure Vanilla be pulled to the edge of the bed where Shadow Milk was waiting. “Go on then- use him.”
Shadow Milk didn't need to be told twice. As soon as she let him go, he turned the Recluse towards himself. Pure Vanilla looked up at him through lidded eyes, breath still heaving with desire after finding his climax. Shadow Milk now grabbed the lead to his collar, pulling him by the neck until the Recluse's cheek was resting on his cock.
Shadow Milk lined up with his mouth, already bruised and used, and slid in. The Recluse's throat closed up, choking on the sudden intrusion. Shadow Milk couldn't find it within him to care. He immediately started to snap his hips in and out, pace fueled by the fire brewing within his gut. All his Recluse could do was whimper and hang onto the sheets for dear life.
Dark Enchantress began to dress herself, observing Shadow Milk fucking him with curiosity. Shadow Milk kept his focus on his captive, watching his cock plunge in and out of his mouth with sick pleasure. He felt his shadowy magic feel every inch of Truthless’ skin. He felt the Recluse's hips weakly thrust forward into the grip of a tendril, despite being soft and spent. He grunted as he felt the Recluse finally relax his throat and let him press in until his nose was against his pelvis.
Shadow Milk only took a few more thrusts to finally reach his peak. The disgraced king allowed him to spend in his mouth, tongue lolling out when Shadow Milk pulled himself out to drag his cock over his face.
“Mine…” Shadow Milk growled, claws digging into his hair as he pumped his cock over his face. Even if all he could muster was a few pearly drops more, it was still something better than the remains of Dark Enchantress’ cum.
“That was enjoyable, wasn't it, Pure Vanilla?” She spoke, interrupting his thoughts.
The healer did not voice any rejection.
“Shadow Milk… do call for me the next time your pet wants to play.” She began summoning runes beneath her feet, the shadows now beckoning to her call. “I would not be opposed to… sharing him with you.”
With the scent of wilted flowers following her, she vanished, leaving Shadow Milk and a tired Recluse in her wake.
Shadow Milk tucked himself away, pushing the Recluse onto the bed with no care to clean him up.
“...figure yourself out.” Was all Shadow Milk said as he left through the door, slamming it behind him. He dropped into the privacy of a portal, unwilling to cry in the open.