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Souls of the Night – Vol 3
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(The following chapter contains sexual intercourse between interracial partners
and homosexual coitus. Don't like, don't read)
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Alexander Fox Xanatos woke up to the sound of familiar voices. But the voices didn't fit together. His father... his mother, Owen did not belong to Avalon. Only Ares' deep voice, which was actually very melodic but from which he forced most of his emotion out in tense times, belonged to Avalon. Or NO! They had boarded the sisters' boat. Who had smiled so smugly know-it-all and cryptically said he would regret taking his playthings with him. They weren't playthings - not sex toys! Neither of them were. Oh no, Flora! Alexander opened his mouth to ask for her, but the pressure on his chest and his dry throat, despite the strain he was putting on his vocal chords, only allowed a tired, pressed croak to crawl out like a dormouse after months in the den.
The voices broke off immediately. Only to sound closer to him and more intelligible.
"Alexander? Are you okay?" his father asked as his mother's familiar hands stroked his stubbly three-day bearded cheek. He cleared his throat with an effort.
"Yes. Everything's great, Dad. Something ... is on my chest."
"That's Flora, Master Alex. A reaction to Floras uncoupling from Avalon as I explained to your parents," he heard Ares' voice in the background and frowned in irritation at why Ares called him master. He hated being called that and his displeasure gave him enough strength to open his eyes and adjust his gaze. Above him, the smiling faces of his parents.
"Welcome back, boy," his father said, flashing his best but most genuine shark smile.
"Your energy will come back, Owen and your attendant told us." His mom smiled as well, stroking his hair. He had only realized at a certain age how special it was for these two people, almost drowning in power and wealth, to show caring, concern and love. Sometimes they still did it to him even though he was an adult and Alexander didn't know whether they were doing him a favor with this display of "weakness" or whether he was doing them a favor by giving them the opportunity.
"My attendant?" he wanted to ask but only a puzzled grunt came from his throat. He blinked to focus his vision further. Behind the most powerful couple in America stood Owen, who gave him a brief Puckish smile of greeting and then went back to typing away on his cell phone, probably something business-related, and behind Owen, at the foot of his huge bed (and why was his bed lowered?) stood Ares, hands clasped behind his back, still a beautiful paragon of elegance but his adorning aloof haughtiness reduced to a minimum, head and gaze lowered.
Why isn't he lying next to me? thought Alex. Why isn't he at least so close to me that he can take my hand and caress it?
He forced his right arm out from under the roots (the protective armor?) that Flora, he now remembered, had formed around him before he had slipped completely into unconsciousness, stretched out his arm. But his hand was not grasped by Ares but by his mother.
"We were worried."
"You're my parents," he croaked. "It's your job to worry. I love the crow's feet, by the way."
While his father laughed and his mother grimaced discontentedly and explained how this Bali witch spell worked (something Alex didn't give a damn about), he tried to put one and one together. Ares had called him master. Ares stood away from him as if his standing was the lowest in the room. Ares had lowered his eyes as if he wasn't worthy to look at a prince of Avalon and a prince in this new, strange world the barque had brought them to.
He looked from Ares to his parents, who were still chattering cheerfully. And the coin fell into the slot.
He cleared his throat again, his voice then back to be himself. However authoritative, almost cold.
"Ares," he said. "Straighten me up, I'm thirsty and need a drink."
Ares looked up, a spark of mulish reluctance in his gaze that Alexander (the child who had always gotten everything he wanted) loved so much because he was a challenge without really fighting back. And with that look, but with the spark of a grateful smile because Alex had caught up quickly, he came to him, pulled him up a little so that he could sit him up and rest his back against the creaking headboard of his bed. He was groaning strangely for a gargoyle with superhuman strength, but he would explore this mystery as soon as his parents were out of the picture.
Ares knelt at his side on the floor while he held a large glass out to him and adjusted the straw so Alex didn't even have to lean forward to drink. Although it wasn't necessary, his free hand reached for the glass. More precisely, for Ares' hand, which was holding the glass and he gently slid his thumb over the back of the gargoyle's hand, who now lowered his gaze for a reason other than feigned servitude. But Alexander certainly noticed the red veil on his pointed little fish-fin ears and over his cheeks.
When he had finished his drink and Ares had put the glass back on the bedside table, Alex stopped him from getting up with a hand on his shoulder.
"Mom, Dad. Ares introduced himself?" he asked vaguely, probing to find out what lie Ares had told them about his and Flora's presence here.
His mother nodded, even if her face was a little sour - as always when it came to his magic, Avalon and his grandmother.
"It's wonderful to hear that your training is apparently complete. That Oberon obviously trusts you not to be a danger to this world."
"No more than any other billionaire," his father added with a wolfish grin that Alex automatically mirrored perfectly.
"But-?" Alex asked, glancing at his mother, whose gaze, though not staring knives into Ares' head, looked rather puzzled now that she had straightened up and towered above him.
"But... Avalon giving you a gargoyle and a fey as servants as a parting gift is once again..."
She huffed discontentedly and looked at her husband, who shrugged it off in an 'other countries, other customs' gesture.
"We no longer live in a slave nation. The memo obviously didn't make it to Avalon."
"I'll hammer the pamphlet demanding the abolition of serfdom to Avalon's magical doors - eventually. But Mom, Ares and Flora are much more than tokens of Oberon. They were my best friends on Avalon. I couldn't have survived the training there without them. I'm happy that they were able to come along and they wanted to."
From Ares' shoulder, he stroked the defined, lean muscles of his upper arm. The gargoyle's eyes beneath his wild dark brown hair widened with emotion - something only Alex saw and enjoyed.
His father showed one of his strange, almost unfathomable smiles, while his mother looked rather surprised and bashful.
"I see. Friends. Okay..."
"Are my friends allowed to live here with me? With us? But if you don't want that, I can find them an apartment nearby - as soon as Flora has recovered." Alex tapped his gnarled breastplate with a grin.
"Do you want to integrate Ares into the clan?" Fox asked.
"If Ares wants to, and the others agree, he can become part of the clan. But ... he was assigned to me by Oberon. So of course he would have to spend a lot of time with me as well as Flora so that Oberon and Titania are aware that I use their ... gifts according to their will. Do you understand that?"
"I think I do."
His father put an arm around his mother's shoulder. "Good staff are hard to come by. And staff that you can count as friends is even rarer." David's gaze went briefly to Owen, who let the corner of his mouth twitch as the only sign that he was correctly interpreting the affectionate comment.
"Good," said Alexander. "My office and my dressing room need to be cleared out in the next few days. I wish to have both near me for constant availability," he mumbled somewhat slurring his words and blinking hard.
"Ahhh, I'm so tired," he mumbled.
"These are the side effects of magical acclimatization. You'll be able to stay awake longer tomorrow," Owen said.
"Yes, we'll let you rest now," his father said and leaned over to squeeze his shoulder. Alexander smiled as his father patted Ares on the back when he stood up again.
"You have your ... friend to look after you. As soon as you feel fit enough, we want to see you at dinner - provided Flora eats."
"Even more than Ares and I, if she feels like it. My people will make an appointment with your people." Alex assured him smugly.
"Write to us if you need anything."
"You got it, Dad. Thanks. Love you both," he slurred briefly before his head rolled to the side.
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Then he heard his parents and Owen leaving, already talking about business and personal appointments for the day. As the door slammed shut, he heard Ares sigh. He felt the burden that the tall gargoyle always put on himself when people he didn't trust one hundred percent were around almost fall away from him. He felt his hair and brow ridges as he lowered his head and rested it on his forearm.
"Why did you tell them you and Flora were my servants?" he asked. Ares looked up in surprise.
"I thought you had sunk back to sleep."
" I'm a prodigy, remember? I'm weak - but not THAT weak," Alex said, lifting his arm, which felt like lead, and stroking "his gargoyle's" forehead with his thumb, eliciting a soft purr.
"How could I have told them that a creature that currently doesn't even have a humanoid form and a male gargoyle are the partners of their child? You and Flora have left me alone with something I'm not even capable of explaining."
"That's true. It wasn't entirely fair," Alexander admitted before cracking a smile. "But we didn't know we were both going to pass out. I didn't know how much Flora had clung to me and my magic before the support of Avalon faded. I'll tell them the truth when the time is right. From the look on Dad's face, he's already thinking his piece. As always. So, have you had a chance to socialize with the others in the clan?"
"Brooklyn and Katana interviewed me."
"Of course they did."
"Goliath and Angela were there."
"Sure - she's your rookery sister, too. Was she happy?"
"Very much. She vouched for me even though she was a bit surprised by my statement that you and Flora are my mates. She's as warm as I remembered her. Her older age suits her well."
"Oh, you make the clan keep a secret from my parents? Risk-taker, aren't you?"
"I didn't want to lie in front of my kind." Ares shrugged his shoulders. "I just couldn't engage with them and show them as much respect as they deserved. At least I could give them the truth."
"So- what was in your head instead?" Alexander asked, his smile widening after Ares narrowed his eyes in a 'what do you think' kind of way.
"I see... now... I have to figure out what to do with my servant," Alex whispered and moved his thumb to Ares' mouth, opening it just enough for his partner to show his deadly white fangs.
"What am I doing to you? I can hardly move for weakness."
"You should rest, Alex," Ares said a little vaguely as Alexander's thumb stroked his fang.
"Alex?"
"I mean, master." Ares blushed. "Your condition was much worse last night. You weighed a ton. Your remaining magic must have unconsciously flowed into a spell that made it almost impossible to move you. I'm surprised that I was able to get you back into a sitting position tonight."
"Or it was an asshole move by the sisters. I don't like the term master. It reminds me of my childhood. Or the way Puck teases me and Owen calls me seriously. Or how sycophantic the lesser beings on Avalon behave. It makes me feel like Richie Rich."
Ares tilted his head in a cute, puzzled way. Alex would have to show him the movie to make sure he understood the comparison.
"I'm not going to be fawning. It was ... just to fit the image your parents currently have of me."
"But ... seeing you so submissive - that was ... sexy."
"Sexy," Ares repeated, showing quite a bit of fang. Not questioning, not defiant. He rolled the word on his tongue as if he had to think about whether he liked it. Whether he should spit it back at Alexander's head or not. But ... the fact that he averted his eyes with that cool gaze but his ears still reddened treacherously was too delightful and coaxed Alexander's slightly sadistic fey side to the surface. Or was it not his fey side that was sadistic?
"So if Master isn't an option, what are we working with? Am I your ... Liege? No. Your master? Your boss? Just say stop, slave."
Ares looked up, his eyes lighting up for a second as if he were posing a threat. He glared at him in a way that could have been mistaken for loathing. But Ares had spent months (years, from Alexander's point of view) playing someone who detested the Fey half-breed (Titania's mudblood grandson, who was more powerful than some of the children). He could play this role quite well. Although it was just heartbreak. And whether he knew it (and played with it) or not - Alexander liked this fake petulant part when they were alone the best about him. Because there were other things bubbling underneath.
Alexander slid his index and middle finger all the way into Ares' mouth. Not deep enough to make him gag, but he let his eyes fall shut in a languid, pleasurable way, and after a few seconds the low moan stuck in his throat turned to an approving grumble as he coated Alexander's finger with his saliva. Alexander knew Ares was only that tame when he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed. When he knew no one would barge in to harm Alexander physically or through slander. Slander because he had a gargoyle lover. A male gargoyle lover. Ares would have to get used to public displays of affection. Alex would have to train him to do so. And anyone who dared to slander or criticize him or Ares or Flora because of their relationship would be destroyed in more ways than one.
"Get up, servant." He commanded. Ares glared at him after he pulled his fingers from his mouth, but the petulance in his gaze was not really angry and reflected Alexander's own mischief.
"It is my desire that you rest ... maighstir," Ares stated, rolling the r of this very traditional Gaelic honorific in a way that was probably a thousand years old. It sounded like My-styir, and though it also meant master (and thus irked a fiber in Alexander that Ares knew irked him), it sounded like the soft whisper of the serpent who had given Adam the forbidden fruit of the Tree of Knowledge (for this was the true story - the serpent had told it to him himself). Alexander felt warmth rush into his lower regions.
"I will come to rest after you have served me," Alexander promised.
"Our third party will be annoyed if she can't attend."
"But she's here," Alex whispered and stroked his gnarled breastplate with his hand, which was still wet from Ares' saliva. "She hears and sees us. Have you given her water?"
"Yes. She drains a water jug every few hours."
"Excellent. Now get up, servant. Don't make your maighstir repeat himself."
Ares hesitated for a moment, looking at the windows, which were closed and opaque from the outside. Then he stood up quietly.
Alexander grinned. "How ill-mannered. Since when have you been hard?"
"Since your hand was on my shoulder and you said I was more than a token of Oberon." Ares smirked shamefacedly. Something that looked too cute with the loincloth bulging.
"A radical understatement, we can agree on that, yes? Take off your clothes."
Ares opened his wings and slowly brought his hands to his belt buckle. "Anything to help my maighstir recover," he whispered and Alex felt his own erection grow. He would be doing this kind of role play more often, he already knew that. Only now did he realize that he wasn't wearing a shred of fabric under the blanket.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked, amused.
"I ... had to cut them off you."
"Did you have to? Really?"
"Yes. I had to." Ares grinned. "I helped you to relieve yourself last night and this night. I couldn't do that with the clothes held in place by Flora's roots. At least that way I could reach your privates."
"How did you help me to relieve myself?"
"Owen gave me a thing he called a urinal bottle."
Alex grumbled as he felt his growing erection pressing against an uncomfortable plastic edge. "Take it away, I have a different kind of need," he ordered. Ares flipped the blanket aside and removed a quarter-full urine bottle. "How human and undignified. I'm sure it was the puckish in Owen that told you that you could leave the bottle in place," the multi-world prince muttered, wrinkling his nose.
Ares' leather loincloth had slipped to the floor. His orange member was stiff and eager, his gaze resting on Alexander's penis.
"Help me into the lying position."
Ares did as ordered, placing his partner's head on a pillow. Alex awkwardly freed his other arm from Flora's unconscious grip. As he did so, he felt her rigid roots give way a little. He grinned in anticipation of something Ares was not yet aware of.
He was still standing next to his bed, licking his lips. "Do you want me to help clean you up?"
"Is a slave allowed to lie?" teased Alexander provocatively.
"Can I put it in my mouth?" Ares spat at him offensively in a tone that demanded immediate punishment.
"A servant makes no demands on his maighstir. Come here, lean over to me," Alex ordered and Ares complied, his shins against Alexander's collapsed bed as he bent his upper body forward to hear what his master wanted. Alex grabbed Ares' buttocks and gave his ass a hard squeeze that made the gargoyle gasp before he pressed one of his fingers into Ares' backside, causing the proud gargoyle to almost topple over from the front and only stay on his feet by pressing his hands onto Alex's currently bark-covered chest.
Alex grinned at the involuntary sensual groan, the hazy look the gargoyle had as he looked towards him, but rocked back and forth instinctively matching the movements of Alexander's fingers.
Alexander opened his lips and purred a fey spell he had invented just for Ares.
The gargoyle whimpered as he felt magic flowing from his master's fingers into his core to mold his body to his master's will. It was no major change. Nothing that would alter the gargoyle permanently. But one that made it so much more pleasurable for two male partners. Of course, there was also lube. But why use inadequate modern aids when Ares could produce his own slick with Alexander's help.
"A-A-alex," the gargoyle wailed as the sounds that Alexander's fingers made became squishy and slimy, he slid more easily through Ares' ring of muscles back there and the warm wetness ran down his fingers. Where before his tail had swung stoically hither and thither, Ares had now stretched it upwards to make his entrance more accessible, leaving it wide open, as wide as possible. Alexander loved the way his partner's tail curled in a perfect circle above them until the tip of his tail came to rest between his shoulder blades and exerted pressure where back wing gargoyles were particularly susceptible to arousal. It was like masturbation without touching his actual genitals. Ares cock looked painfully hard, dripping pre onto the bark beneath him.
"What did you say?" Alex asked cheerfully and gasped at the same time as he spread his fingers and the gargoyle jerked forward, whimpering shrilly. God, just hearing the gargoyle moan above him, seeing its aroused face so close to his, almost made him come.
"Ma -maighstir!" his partner corrected himself as his claws dug into the bark with a crack. " Maighstir! Maighstir, please. May I take it in my mouth?" Ares asked, his gaze still fixed on Alexander's stiff, apparently very inviting member. Saliva ran out of the gargoyle's mouth and onto Alexander's abdomen where Flora's starfish shape ended. The moisture made Alex shiver.
"No, you can't," he hissed, but his words were lost as he found that one spot between the twitching muscles under his fingers and the moisture that sent Ares over the edge. His shrill screech as he came and Ales felt warm semen splash onto the parts of his abdomen that weren't covered by Flora made him moan even though he wasn't cumming himself but it was Ares' high-pitched orgasm that was carrying him away. It was so much jizz that he could feel the foreign warm juice running down his member and balls. Although his upper body was slumped over, Ares had managed to keep his legs straight, his ass still up in the air like a bitch waiting to be mounted. He kept his fingers inside his partner, enjoying the twitching of his muscles as Ares rode out his first orgasm and slowly came down. Breathing heavily, Ares had rested his forehead on Flora's core but it wasn't until Alex pulled his fingers out of Ares with a wet sound that he whimpered needily at the sudden emptiness, turning his head and glaring reproachfully at Alexander. That wasn't enough for a gargoyle- he knew that.
He was so sweet. Their relationship had not been going on for long. Even slowing down time in Alexander's room on Avalon had only given them a few days to get to know each other in this new way. But when Alexander Fox Xanatos wanted something, he took it and kept it. He was not one to make half-hearted decisions - that's something he learned from his parents. And once he had made these decisions, he stuck to them, especially when they affected others, because the lives of others were just as valuable as his own - that's what he had been taught by his clan. That was why Ares and Flora were his and he had no intention of ever letting go of these gems.
"Ride me," Alex commanded, breathing heavily, and Ares jerked his head up to look at him.
"Your maighstir will not repeat himself," Alexander grumbled, rubbing his damp hand over the bark on his chest, which seemed to be greedily soaking up the magical bodily fluid. Ares didn't notice. He was too eager to carefully mount Alexander's hips and align himself so that Alexander's stiff member bumped against his opening. Alex could already feel the slick running over his cock. Ares` claws could now do what gargoyles usually had to refrain from doing. They scratched over the Flora torso armor Alex was currently wearing and he knew her sturdy, currently unshapely partner was not susceptible to pain but enjoyed this " grooming."
"I am weakened. I allow you to serve me as you see fit, slave," he said with a grin when Ares raised his eyes questioningly.
"Thank you, maighstir," he sighed as he slowly settled down and let Alexander's arrow penetrate his insides. Alex had fingered him enough that there wasn't much resistance, but the way Ares' muscles twitched as he swallowed Alex, the way the gargoyle moaned and looked up at the ceiling as if catching a glimpse of the heaven, finally the way he placed his hand on his slender belly as if checking to see if Alexander's member was bulging his abdominal wall. That was divine.
"You're magnificent, Prickly," Alexander moaned as Ares began to sway slowly back and forth.
Ares smiled - stuffed and blissful.
"Thank you. My dearest, my best maighstirrrrr!"
Ares screeched as Alexander reached for the gargoyle's dripping and once again rock-hard member and pumped it diligently. Clawed hands pressed into Flora's dehumanized form again and Ares thought he felt the bark beneath his claws grow warm and pulsate. As if he could read Alexander's thoughts - or simply because he was greedy and wanted to - Ares' movements became faster. Alexander pressed his previously free hand into the hip of his partner, who rode him almost bouncing up and down. Ares grumbled, lifted his head and turned his wet eyes, wet with lust, to the sky, wavering between pure pleasure and that tugging sensation of almost exploding, almost painfully, that one highly sensitive to orgasm. His hands, still resting on Alexander's chest, though now much closer to his shoulders, made the bark crack and crackle and Alex knew that only he noticed how the tendrils, which had seemed so weathered before, now twitched and stirred.
Ares looked down as Alex chuckled like the dick he could be when it turned his partner on.
"Keep your eyes on me, my wonderful slutty gargoyle slave." Alexander pressed his fingers into Ares' flesh, forcing his gaze to his eyes. "Silliness aside. How could anyone believe that a perfect being like you could be anything less than equal to us? We love you. Our dearest consort."Ares let out a rasping groan at Alexander's sultry words (or was it his unchanged pumping of his cock or that he thrust upwards at his last word to push Ares over the edge again?)
"M-m-maighstir. My - my mate. Maighstir," Ares moaned, barely able to think beyond those two words. He didn't know what to do with his tail, didn't know what to do with his wings, spread them wide as he was visibly on the verge of coming again. This display of elegance in the face of his barely controllable twitching limbs was marvelous. He would never let him go again. He would never let either of them go again. Behind Ares, gnarled tendrils snaked up, seeming to wave at Alex, and he grunted as he felt something that wasn't flesh wrap around his balls and press into himself.
"Oh shit," he gasped, half horrified, half delighted. He grabbed Ares by the arm. "I'm almost ready too. I'll be with you in a moment, my prickly darling. But first-"
The air was squeezed out of him as Ares fell forward with a rough shove of the roots, they pressed between Ares' shoulder blades so that he instantly tightened around Alexander's shaft buried deep inside him and if Ares' sensual, somehow anxious but horny whimpering hadn't made him come himself, Flora would have managed to do so by pressing herself into his anus at that moment. It hurt but in a lecherous good way and his rushing orgasm was triggered by her squeezing his scrotum as if she wanted to milk him. He gushed into his partner, both gasping for air but Alex would rather have suffocated in that second so great was the urge to pull Ares' face to his and kiss the gargoyle deeply as they both oozed and twitched and rode the waves that Flora herself was amplifying in non-humanoid form.
After a few minutes, when the post-orgasmic convulsions had stopped, Alex was finally able to scrape together enough consciousness to wrap his arms around his beloved and kiss the top of his head.
The gargoyle grumbled in content and snuggled a little more intimately into the crook of Alexander's neck and arms while his wings hung limply to the left and right of the bed and he savored the feeling of his human's limp but warm cock inside him.
Slowly a thick root crawled up them, which Alexander grabbed. He breathed a kiss on it like on the back of a fine lady's hand.
"Welcome back, my heart," he hummed and let his hair be tousled.
Ares lifted his head and grumbled as the root stroked his sweaty brow and then his cheeks to soak up half-dried tears of pleasure.
"You are both diabolical. You've conspired against me to ruin me," he grumbled, sinking back onto Alexander's chest, which was still clutched by Flora's warmly pulsing core.
"It takes three to tango," Alex murmured as he actually fell back into an exhausted but wonderfully drained swoon.
Ares sighed, tolerating how more and more small roots crawled over him and Alex, feeling gnarled sprouts also lay over his back - an embrace only a being like Flora could give. "I love you too," he grumbled and sank into a uncharacteristic gargoyle sleep. Leaving her two men to rest, Flora set about getting whatever fluid she could. She needed the magic in it. And her water jug was empty.
Does that count as tentacle sex now? ... No - they were roots. So all good. I think everyone got their money's worth in this chapter.
I like the way Alexander and Ares "play" with each other. Even if Ares is a little bit in the closet - he can let himself go in front of his partners and loves it just as much as much as Alexander can be himself. Both boys (Flora anyway) feel one hundred percent comfortable with each other and can therefore come out of their shells much more than Lexington and Nate, between whom there are still so many inner and outer blockades.
Why did the relationship between my threesome develop so much faster? Because Alexander knows exactly what he wants and never made a secret of it AND because Ares goes along with everything because he knows that Alex would never hurt him (emotionally or physically). Ares is also not as dominated by his thoughts as Nate and is nowhere near as fragile. Nathaniel is very different, he's almost all trauma and Lexington is also insecure because he can never be sure when too much is too much.
Thanks for reading, Q.T.