Chapter 9 – The Spa
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It seemed weird to let themselves get sidetracked, but the prospect of relief against his back was definitely appealing so Carlos followed Doug's lead to a wide, padded bench thing they called a massage table. Doug instructed him to lie down on his stomach the same way Aziz was, the prince's face seeming cushioned in some sort of pillow that had him look at the floor. Carlos settled for pillowing his head in the folds of his arms and turned to watch Lonnie's progress, the Imperial City teen closing the door before returning to rub some kind of oil into Aziz's muscles.
"I do this a lot," Lonnie explained when she caught Carlos looking, the young De Ville shivering when Doug started working a warm sort of oil into his back. "Aziz gets real stressed sometimes and I'm sort of an asshole by nature, so this way we both win."
"That's um- nice," Carlos said, shuddering when Doug started digging his thumbs into his back.
Oh, this was- it was very nice. Evie tried things sort of like it on them back on the Isle but that had always been through their clothes, but this was- Doug was so strong, and he was attacking muscles Carlos didn't even know he had until the small aches melted away into glorious relief.
"Doug," Carlos moaned, feeling a certain heat pool into his groin as the musician attacked his back with strong hands.
"Good?" Doug asked, sounding hopeful.
"Yes," Carlos said, maybe slurred, feeling himself go to mush as the musician continued to knead his muscles.
The oil did help his scars, made them feel less tight, and Doug's hand might have actually been magic for the way they traced up Carlos's spine and kneaded at his shoulders, his neck. Carlos couldn't stop himself from making these dumb little sounds, things that spilled out of him reflexively, his length beginning to swell and leak against the towel wrapped around his hips. He tried to keep quiet, tried to bite his lips, but he couldn't stop moaning because it felt so very good.
"Hey," Lonnie said, getting half of Carlos' attention. She seemed to be working on Aziz's legs now, the prince's head pillowed in his arms like Carlos's was but his eyes were closed, a light flush dusting his cheeks – likely embarrassed on Carlos's behalf. "Is it okay if I take Aziz's towel off? Are you comfortable with that?"
Aziz tensed but didn't object, likely thinking Lonnie wouldn't actually do it. Or maybe he didn't care. Maybe this was a normal Auradon thing that Carlos was overthinking.
"S-Sure," Carlos said, because he didn't want to be the holdup.
He felt Doug's hands hesitate slightly against his back before he continued kneading small circles, and Carlos realized he must have nodded first because he followed it with a belated- "Okay" for Carlos's benefit.
"Neat," Lonnie said, and then she was pulling away Aziz's towel, leaving Carlos with an uninterrupted view of the prince's body.
Aziz was one of the princes that didn't actively strut his stuff in the Tourney locker room so Carlos hadn't actually seen him like this before, and with the current heat building between his legs he couldn't help but twitch again, only human against the might of Aziz's good looks.
Aziz, who seemed to roll his eyes without actually opening them. "What's the game now, Lonnie?" he asked, sounding annoyed. "What are you- Lonnie." He cut off with a gasp as the other teen parted his cheeks, pouring liberal amounts of oil between them, and though Carlos couldn't see from his angle, he was pretty sure she was leaving a proper mess.
"That's my name," Lonnie chirped before her fingers moved between his cheeks, likely probing at his rear-
Oh, she was, she was going to finger his- she was- was that a part of a usual Auradon massage?
Carlos had a feeling it wasn't, considering the way Aziz's hands curled into fists.
"Just say uncle if you can't take it," Lonnie sang, continuing to tease between the prince's cheeks. "But this muscle's so tight, it'd be a shame if you didn't let me loosen it."
Aziz bit at his bottom lip, a more pronounced flush spilling across the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine."
"Let me know if that changes," Lonnie chuckled before resuming her work.
Doug paused, then seemed to shift to focus on Carlos's legs, carefully rubbing at his feet, his calves, then slowly working his way higher, all while Lonnie seemed to progress from teasing Aziz to properly thrusting her fingers into him, and Carlos didn't know how long the prince lasted before he started shuddering against the table.
"Lonnie," Aziz gasped, his gaze fluttering open into a sort of half-lidded look of want.
"Right, sorry," Lonnie murmured, shifting her hands to his hips. "You need a little more room to hang free, don't you?"
Carlos wasn't entirely sure what that meant until Lonnie was urging Aziz onto his hands and knees, a position that exposed a definite erection throbbing between his legs, Aziz letting out a sigh of relief when it was no longer trapped against the table. It was enough to make Carlos throb in envy, though he didn't say anything, especially not with Doug's hands wandering higher, rubbing circles on his inner thighs.
From this new position it was easy to see Aziz rock with each thrust of Lonnie's fingers, easy to see him respond, his mouth falling open in desperate gasps, eyes shut as an embarrassed blush covered his cheeks. It was an enticing picture, and one Carlos didn't know if he should view but they were right there – if they didn't want them to see, they would have made them leave, right?
"Hey, Doug," Lonnie murmured as she slowly brought her hand to a stop, Aziz swallowing a small whine of protest. "Can we switch out? Your fingers are longer than mine, and I'd be happy to show Carlos the other massage tools we have at our disposal."
As she said this her gaze trailed over to Carlos with a wink, something that left him shuddering against the table. "Lonnie…"
"I don't care about your scars," she repeated. "But if you think Mal would be mad-"
"She wouldn't," Doug said, making the rest of them pause. "She um- she likes it when we treasure what's hers."
Lonnie's smile stretched into something wide and delighted. "In that case, I would love to treasure the hell out of you."
"But Doug isn't interested in me," Aziz muttered, his gaze forward, towards the door, he slowly eased himself into the sitting position, his legs folded under him as he prepared to slip off the massage table. "Which is fine-"
He cut off with a gasp because between one moment and the next Doug was there, his fingers sliding between Aziz's cheeks and urging him back up onto his knees until the prince was moaning.
"You shouldn't speak for others," Doug murmured, two fingers sliding into Aziz easily, then upgrading to three. "I have always been happy to help you, Aziz, you're the one that's always been so finicky about actually accepting that help."
"And if that ain't the truth, I don't know what is," Lonnie hummed before all but skipping to some cabinets that lined the walls. She searched through them, grabbing out another bottle of something and a plastic bulbed thing Carlos didn't recognize. She turned her attention to Carlos with a wink. "You okay with me helping you?"
"I…" Carlos swallowed, his throat feeling tight.
He didn't want to be the hold up, but he also didn't know why she was interested. Maybe she was just doing this so Aziz could have Doug. It would be awkward if he turned her down, and Doug might tell Mal. Would she be upset if he said no? Did he want to say no, or was the magic Mal left him with begging him to say yes?
"Yeah," he settled on, deciding not to overcomplicate things.
"Great," Lonnie chirped, and then she was pulling off his towel, making Carlos swallow a squawk before he felt her part his cheeks. "Look at that," she mused, thumbing his entrance that was still affected by that soap Chad had left them. "You already have a head start."
Carlos swallowed. "I-"
"Hey, no worries," Lonnie hummed, squirting some kind of warm goo onto him. "That cuts down on prep time for me."
Carlos didn't have time to ask what she meant before she had two fingers inside of him, and Jay had- he'd only done one, and now this was two and she was scissoring them wide and whatever that goo stuff was made everything feel all relaxed and wonderfully warm.
Between Jay's earlier attention and Mal's magic it didn't take long for Lonnie to get three fingers in him, and that was overwhelming in itself, that she was willingly pleasuring him, that her fingers there felt so good, and it was so big, and Carlos would think himself debase but Aziz seemed to be enjoying Doug's fingers plenty and he was a prince. Obviously, this was a lot more okay than Carlos had been led to believe, because back on the Isle only prostitutes did this kind of thing, and they were paid.
"Don't let him come," Lonnie ordered Doug, who seemed to have established some sort of rhythm with Aziz. "Not yet."
"Lonnie," Aziz croaked while the Northern Wei teen handed over some kind of plastic ring to Doug, something he worked onto Aziz's length without hesitation, settling it at the base of his shaft. "Fuck you."
"Not yet," Lonnie giggled before turning her attentions to Carlos. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"
"M-More," Carlos slurred by way of response, and fortunately Lonnie was kind to him, easing in another finger and it was ludicrous how good it felt, how hot it was, but mostly baffled why he hadn't tried this before.
Lonnie had been fucking him with four fingers for a few minutes before she pulled out, leaving him to whimper while she slathered his hole in some more of that goo.
"We're almost done," she hummed, motioning to Doug. "Could you get him under Aziz?"
Doug paused, slowly removing his own four fingers from the Agraben prince. "Would you like that, Carlos?"
"Yes, sure, please," Carlos babbled, desperate to get Lonnie's hand back on him. He was so close, and if she had him go up on his hands and knees, he would probably fall entirely apart.
"Let me know if you change your mind," Doug murmured, and then he was turning Carlos onto his back, exposing his front to both of them but Carlos didn't care, too busy gasping at the feel of his full length being freed, the flushed member throbbing hard against his stomach.
"Doug," Carlos whined, but then he was being settled down on his back, Aziz seeming to be crouching back while Lonnie gave him trapped length a few pumps that made the prince whimper.
"Lonnie, you fuck- please," Aziz moaned, but then he was being guided back onto his hands and knees, which left him posed above Carlos in a picture of intimacy only Mal ever used.
But now he was here, a prince, lovely and perfect and baring himself to Carlos so very close, and Carlos could see all of him, and it was-
"Carlos," Lonnie began, crouching down beside his head so that they were at eye-level. "How do you feel about Aziz fucking you?"
"Aziz doesn't want to fuck me," Carlos replied on reflex, his mind thrown into a definite loop of chaos.
"Aziz wants to fuck you desperately at this point," Aziz muttered, arms shuddering as Doug did something behind him. "But you don't have to humor Lonnie and we are not talking about this after the fact- or even now, this is stupid-"
"Aziz wants to fuck you," Lonnie informed Carlos bluntly. "But he has a lot of conditioning from the older assholes on his family's council that makes him at odds with those desires. You don't have to accept anything from him if you don't want, but if Mal's all about you being treasured, you should definitely go for that sweet prince dick."
"Shit," Aziz hissed, his body shuddering helplessly as Doug applied a thick layer of that goo to his flushed and swollen length.
A dick was a lot different from four fingers, but if Carlos squinted Aziz sort of looked like Jay, and since the Agraben was unlikely to ever touch Carlos ever again-
"Okay," Carlos said, his heart pounding in his chest at the audacity he had.
"Light," Aziz moaned as Lonnie slowly tugged off that ring of plastic that had kept him from falling apart somehow.
"Great," Lonnie chirped. "Doug, you're in charge. You can start fucking Aziz once he and Carlos are settled. And put this-" She held up that plastic bulb from earlier, now shiny with goo. "In Carlos when it's finished. I mean, if he's interested."
"W-Where the fuck are you going?" Aziz gasped while Doug coaxed Carlos's legs around the prince's waist, angling that length between Carlos' cheeks so it could slowly slide inside-
Oh Evil, it felt so much better than Lonnie's fingers. Such a better stretch, Carlos felt so full.
"I'm gonna find my own personal playmate," Lonnie hummed. "Since you guys seem so occupied."
"Shit," Aziz gasped, moaning as he worked deeper into Carlos' heat, the young De Ville's length spasming against his stomach, and for once he didn't feel self-conscious about being small because he was pretty sure Aziz was distracted with other things.
"You got this handled, Douglass?" Lonnie asked, smiling at her handiwork.
"I- yeah," Doug said, sounding distracted. "You two look amazing, Carlos. Aziz, just- so flushed and pretty-"
"Oh, come on," Aziz whimpered, something that worsened when Lonnie hooked one of Carlos's arms around the prince's neck.
"You two can kiss, you know," Lonnie informed them, her tone filled with mischief, and Carlos would flush but then Aziz was darting forward, eagerly kissing him- a prince kissing him, and Carlos-
Well, he sort of lost the thread of things after that, but in the best possible way.
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"There you go, Audrey," Mal was purring in her ear, something low and hungry and Audrey should hate it, but mostly she was overwhelmed, because this wasn't shit she did.
Ben was all about taking things slow, about being respectful, and Audrey knew if she started playing with herself in her free time it would only make the wait for Ben to finally make a move all the more unbearable. It was easier to stay in control when she ignored her hormones, and if she indulged with a detachable showerhead every now and again, that was her business and no one else's.
Except Evie had turned the tables on her, using some sort of sex magic that made her immediately loose and wanting and that had been bad enough on its own, but Mal-
If Evie had been decent, Mal was a master, and her particular brand of sex magic was so very potent it was rocking Audrey's world, enough so that she knew she'd never be able to go back to her route of mostly abstinence. The only consolation Audrey had in all this was that Chad was watching her, his expression flushed dark and gaze locked on her writhing form, which was enough for Audrey. Sure, Evie might be wearing a similar expression, one of awe, but that was mostly aimed towards Mal. Chad though, he was Audrey's no matter who he was dating just as much as she was his – a union neither one of them would ever be able to publicize because Audrey's grandmothers wanted her to have the best and Chad's grandfather wanted him gone, which meant he actively discouraged the blond from having useful, powerful allies. The only reason he'd gotten this far with Evie was because his grandfather was in stubborn denial about her worth, but that didn't change the fact that Evie was well on her way to being the crown heir of Hanover.
So Audrey had indulged in her fingers, but Mal – that was another story, one she would have snarled at were she not overwhelmed with pleasure, and apparently that did things for Chad, who kept biting at his bottom lip and complimenting her and saying the sweetest things.
They couldn't have sex, not even in secret, not even if they tried, but Audrey could give him this, and that seemed to be enough.
"Mal," Audrey whined, thumbing at the stupid goo that encased her nipples, the slime seeming to have a life of its own that continued to lick and suck and flick those pert nubs until they were throbbing in the best way. "Please."
"Okay," Mal hummed, her free hand reaching up to tweak Audrey's nipples, making the goo vanish in a flash of light that was a relief for all of a moment before Audrey saw her breasts begin to swell up, felt the tension building behind her nipples until they started to pulse and shake.
"Fuck, Audrey," Chad gasped, one hand lazily toying between Evie's legs, though his entire attention was on Audrey. "You were perfect before but um- now you're- I mean, it's very hot. You're very hot."
"And she's about to burst," Mal giggled, giving one of Audrey's breasts a squeeze.
That seemed to be enough to trigger both of them, and suddenly Audrey was spurting slime from there too – a purple, shimmering liquid that felt so very good she could do nothing but arch her back, her breasts pulsing and jumping as new waves of slick seemed to surge from them. And that was without mentioning her groin, which had already been a wet mess, Mal fingering it almost lazily now because Audrey didn't need much for the goo to come pulsing out of her, joining the already generous pile between her legs.
She didn't know where that shit was coming from. Mal's spell seemed to create some sort of origin point deep inside Audrey that it originated from, and each wave sent arousal coursing through Audrey, stuff that made her clit throb and her folds shake, eagerly spreading to share more of the warm, tantalizing slime.
"You've got the prettiest flower now, don't you, Audrey?" Mal asked, and it was like the stupid slime was tied to Audrey's ego because every little compliment left her spurting more of that stuff until she was moaning nonstop, happy to rut into Mal's fingers.
Tomorrow, she'd be horrified with herself, but for now, she would chase after that pleasure like it was her job.
"You do," Chad said, piling on eagerly. "I mean- you and Evie, you both- you're both great," he said by way of damage control, but he'd meant Audrey first and that counted. "If I could get hard, I'd… well-"
Abruptly, Mal's hands came to a halt, and Audrey would snarl at her if she didn't have three fingers buried deep within Audrey, all three of them spreading wide while Audrey moved her hips in hopeful shakes.
"You can't get hard?" Mal asked, Evie seeming intrigued by that information as well.
Immediately, Chad flushed – and whereas before he'd been interested, now he was just embarrassed. "I'm cursed," he said, making Evie blink. "I…"
"His grandfather's an asshole," Audrey snarled, getting straight to the point. "Who purposefully had Chad enchanted so he couldn't 'indulge in carnal pursuits' under the guise of ensuring he wouldn't be distracted from his studies or whatever, but really it's just because he's a dick."
"Wait," Evie said, turning more to face Chad. "That's why we haven't…?"
The blond prince ducked his head. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I mean, that was one of the reasons I found alternative solutions for you, but-"
"Shit, man," Mal interrupted, and Audrey found herself more or less dumped in the hot tub, immediately abandoned by Mal, who turned her focus on Chad. "I can probably fix that."
Chad paused, not noticing when Evie slid off his lap and into the hot tub so Mal could have a clear view. "You can?"
"Sure," Mal said, pressing a glowing hand against his abdomen. "I already told you – Fae and pixies are great at sex magic. That includes demolishing abstinence curses – we know that shit better than anyone else."
"You can really do it?" Audrey asked, ignoring her twitching groin and full breasts, the slime that seemed to slow the rate in which it left her.
Chad had gotten 'helped' before junior high, meaning he'd never been allowed to experience any of the growing pains of puberty or any of the regular joys that came from exploring his body. He managed to play it off for a while before confessing what his grandfather had done to him, something that should have been fixed with a quick trip to the Enchanted Lake, only whatever he had…
It was stronger than the lake's waters.
Discovering that had been a tragic day, Chad trying not to cry while Audrey and Jane held him together, part of the blond's body stolen from him at the hands of his shitty grandfather.
Audrey hated Chad's grandfather. One day, she would see to his removal, but until then, she would settle for taking care of Chad the way the duke didn't want anyone to.
"Yep," Mal drawled, her entire focus on Chad's stomach. "Hold on, just let me-"
Purple light seemed to pulse from her hand, curling deep into Chad's core and then Mal stopped, pulling away with a blink.
"Okay," Mal said. "That should have done it. I also put a protection charm on him again so he couldn't get cursed again."
For a moment Chad just sort of sat there staring at his groin, like he didn't know what to do.
And then Audrey reached for him, palming carefully between his legs and giving his groin a careful squeeze.
"Oh." Chad jumped, staring at her with wide eyes. "I- I felt that," he said, voice laden with disbelief. "Audrey, I felt that. I…" His eyes began to get wet, swelling with overwhelmed emotion. "I felt that."
"Yeah, you did," Audrey said, and she felt lost because Mal, who had attempted to love potion Ben, had just cured Chad. Mal had helped the person Audrey cared so very much about, and sure, it might be because she perceived Chad as Evie's, but she'd still done it. "Come on," Audrey said, shoving her swim top back in place (it was a bit of a squeeze now that her breasts were bigger, but she managed) before she grabbed up the bottoms and quickly tied them on. "Inside."
"What?" Mal asked, she and Evie watching in confusion as Audrey dressed. "But your bet or whatever."
"Screw the bet!" Audrey snapped, dismissing the cover story Chad had invented out of hand because this was more important. "You broke Chad's curse and now Evie's going to make him feel like a damn king inside on an actual bed, because Chad deserves to have this done the right way."
"Oh, Audrey," Chad sniffed, wiping at his cheeks. "You um- you don't have to do that, I can just-"
"I think the fuck we do," Audrey snapped, climbing out of the hot tub and tugging Chad to his feet. "Evie?" The princess still seemed frozen in shock, but she scrambled to follow them, pausing for a moment as she considered her swimsuit- "There's no time," Audrey huffed before dragging the naked princess along too, Evie on one side, Chad on the other.
A beat, and then Mal was following them. "If we're going inside, I'm gonna look for Jay," she declared. "Will you guys be okay on your own?"
"Yes," Evie said, answering so Audrey wouldn't have to which was likely a boon, because Audrey had a new mission now. Her entire body might be thrumming with arousal, but she wanted to see Chad experience the joys of his own body firsthand, and while she was furious that she wouldn't be the one to help him, she could settle for making sure Evie did the job right.
"Guys," Chad said when they got into the house, Mal breaking apart from them to go towards the kitchen. "Really, it's okay-"
"Chadwick," Audrey interrupted, her tone firm. "If you want to explore your body for the first time by yourself we'll respect that, but otherwise, please trust that we very much want to help you reclaim something you always should have had."
A beat, and then Chad was offering her a wide, awed smile, his eyes still wet with moisture. "Okay," he murmured, and that was enough for Audrey, who gladly led him into the first bedroom they found, the princess working with Evie to free Chad from his suit and splay him out on the bed good and proper, because he was about to get his world rocked.
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Until next time :)
