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Draco.
This was borderline crazy, Draco knew that much yet he was willing to do it. People do crazy shit when they desperately want something.
Right now, in the dead of the night, he wanted something.
A taste of her, his breeder.
Since Draco wasn’t going to get it directly, he’d get it indirectly. Either way, he gets what he wants.
He loved that look of confusion on Isolde’s face as she watched the male by the door. Draco wasn’t about to explain, no.
He’d let her figure it out herself.
“Come forward, Micah,” He said to the male.
He was one of his Attendants. Jed and Micah were specially trained to give him momentary pleasure while Edrand was away.
Draco rarely needed them and whenever they came to attend to him, they only ever gave him a blow job. Nothing more than that.
Micah stepped forward, removing his black cape. He revealed his angular face to the lord.
Smiling, Draco turned the naked male to face Isolde. Panting, she ran her eyes around the male’s body.
He was filled out in the right places with firm pectorals and a nice cock.
If she was still a Blossom, Isolde wouldn’t mind fucking the male without him paying a dime. He looked quite appealing.
However, she still quite didn’t understand why the lord had invited him here. Feeling self-conscious, she flapped her thighs closed.
“No, keep it open…” Draco growled, daggering her a look.
“I can’t…”
“A girl don’t disobey her god,” He hissed, his jaw ticking.
Hesitantly, Isolde let her legs open again, showing her wet pussy. Draco’s gaze drowned at the nectar spilling from her entrance. Its scent enveloped the room, making him utterly high with need.
Micah wasn’t hard, Isolde noticed. This wasn’t about his pleasure. It was about her and the lord.
Her gaze followed them as they reached her spot. “What’s going on?” She asked.
Draco spoke from over Micah’s shoulder.
“Since you fail at touching yourself, Micah here will do it, female.”
Why can’t you do it yourself? She nearly blurted but swallowed back the words. She remembered Roga’s words from before and that suspicion rose in her again.
She watched as the lord whispered into Micah’s ear and right after the male bent towards her.
“Relax against the headboard, female. Eyes on me,” Draco commanded.
She complied. Releasing choppy breaths, she focused her gaze on him as the Attendant reached his hand on her tits.
Her body quaked when he cupped and fondled her right tit. She hummed, her open pussy watering from the sensitive touch.
She noticed how Draco looked at her. How his jaw clenched with barely restrained hunger.
“Holy gods!” She moaned.
Micah flicked her nipples at the same time, the nub tingling. All the sweet signals rushed into her brain, muffling it.
She’d been told not to moan. This was punishment after all. Maybe that’s why the lord had brought the male, she thought and bit down so hard on her lip.
Her eyes almost slipped close but remembering Draco’s order, she fixed her hot look on him.
Her mind zeroed in when Micah closed his lips over her nipple and sucked hard on it.
“hmmmm…..” She moaned.
“Shhh,” Came Draco’s command. He had unleashed his cock behind Micah’s back. He clutched it in his hand, looking at Isolde as he pumped himself.
His arm flexed, his body shook the harder he wanked himself.
Isolde dared not sink her fingers into the Attendant’s hair. She sank it into the sheets, fisting it with hard gasps exuding from the gaps of her teeth.
When Micah pulled away from her nipple, straightened and turned to face the lord.
Draco smirked at the Attendant’s plump lips. He looked back at Isolde, seeing the way her nipples were swelled and jutted.
Holding his cock in one hand, he extended the other behind Micah’s head and drew him closer, without missing a beat, Draco smashed his lips on Micah’s.
Isolde mewled at the sight. Fuck, she wasn’t supposed to be so turned on by that but she was. She marveled at how the lord swept his lips over the Attendant’s.
Marveled at how he groaned. The deepest hollow of her body was driven by the need to shove herself between them and suck the lord’s cock.
She could barely see it in the dark but given that the lord’s hand could hardly circle around it completely, Isolde knew his cock was big.
Her eyes went back up to them as they kissed. Draco was greedily lapping up the taste of Isolde’s breasts in Micah’s mouth.
It tasted of honey. The lord grew harder at the sweet, rich taste. He pumped his cock with groans leaving his mouth as he kissed Micah.
He jerked away, panting hard. Draco looked over his shoulder at Isolde. He caught her trying to sneakily massage her hungry cunt and barked.
“It seems you want me to double your punishment, female?”
She shrieked, flapping her long lashes at him. Isolde shook her head, saying halfheartedly. “No. I don’t wish to, my…lord.”
Yet the urge was there. She wanted to touch her dripping cunt. With the air kissing her over there, the pressure increased.
“You better not,” Draco hissed.
He pushed Micah back down. He placed his hand over Micah’s and traced it to her vagina.
Isolde moaned at the soft contact, her back arching off the headboard. Wide dreamy eyes gazed at Draco as she heaved.
With their eyes locked on each other in a steamy look, Draco began to glide Micah’s fingers over her clit. It became her undoing.
Isolde bucked over the bed, her juices staining the sheets in her bid to welcome more of those fingers.
They flicked over her clit, back and forth, in a tantalizing harmony Isolde had never experienced before. It drugged her mind.
Raising her hands up, she covered her face, feeling embarrassed at how she loved this punishment.
The lord still stroked his dick. Isolde saw the way his chest flared with every stroke of his dick.
She wished she was the one holding him in her palms, stroking him so his chest would heave that hard.
Her thighs quivered and she shuddered when Micah took a plunge into her cunt. The tip of his fingers slid in wetly and out of her sex.
“Fuckkkkk….” Draco hissed under his breath, loving the way Micah’s fingers came up soggy after he took a plunge into Isolde.
He guided the Attendant’s hand back over her clit, twitching it back and forth before roving it back down into her entrance to take another series of plunges.
“No….no…..I can’t!” Isolde released her lower lip and cried. Her sex brimmed with juices. The pleasure making her go crazy.
She didn’t care that she had failed in trapping her moans. All that mattered was the intense pleasure she was getting.
Draco noticed it as well, pardoning her as she bucked and moaned. Her sex pattered, softly. Wet to the nth degree.
Isolde’s belly coiled as the pleasure reached the pinnacle. Her face contorted as she bounced over Micah’s fingers while looking at Draco.
The lord had never stopped to pump himself. Not even as they reached their pinnacle of pleasure.
Isolde’s lips dropped open and she froze as her orgasm tore through her. The look on her face as she came made Draco to unconsciously spit out his seed.
It spilled all over his belly. He panted, sweating as he threw his head back to catch his breath.
As they both rid themselves of the aftershock of their orgasm, Draco pushed Micah’s head down to Isolde’s pussy.
The Attendant knowing what to do, used his tongue to collect her juices. Reaching up, Draco fastened his lips on Micah’s, kissing him just so he’d able to taste her cum.
The heavenly taste burst in his taste buds, making him groan.
While he was still savoring it, Isolde blurted, “I want to taste you….”
Her face flushed at her words. Draco gazed at her for a moment longer and then, he relented.
Squishing Micah’s face over his cock and torso to gather his cum, he guided him to his breeder. Isolde welcomed the juices with an open mind while kissing Micah.
She wasn’t expecting the lord to have such a flavorful taste.
“Enough!” Draco hissed, pulling Micah away from Isolde. He felt a wave of jealousy inside him at that moment.
As the Attendant stood and bowed to leave the room, Draco adjusted himself back in his breeches.
The Attendant left, shutting the door closely behind him, leaving just Isolde and Draco.
Draco silently tied the ropes of his breeches while Isolde watched him.
By the time he was done and wanted to leave, she blurted.
“Why couldn’t you touch me?”
He froze, looking at her over his shoulder. Draco didn’t speak for a while as he wracked his mind for the best response.
“I couldn’t. This wasn’t for fun. It was a punishment.” He said hoarsely.
“The gods deliver punishment themselves, they don’t do so indirectly.” Isolde hummed. Her body was practically doing the talking now, not her brain. She wanted to feel his hand on her body. She desired to know what it felt like. “If you’re truly a god, you’d touch me yourself.”
Draco blinked rapidly, nearly losing his balance on the floor. Was she inviting him to touch her?
Does she know what would happen if he did?
“If I were you, female, I wouldn’t wish for such….” He growled, surprising her.
Without waiting for another word from her, he opened the door and fled, leaving Isolde to her wild thoughts.
TBC.