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Michael came back and sat between Gold's legs, facing him. I could no longer see what he was doing, but I felt Gold's muscles tense underneath me.
His hand moved to my back, pressing me down, "Rest, Little Miss. Close your eyes."
I did as he told me and rested my head on his chest, which began to slide against mine, a rhythm to his breathing. My body moved up and down in a horizontal motion, as if I was on a boat on a calm sea. The waves were gentle, the movements soothing.
Michael wasn't as silent as Gold, "Hah...it's too tight. How did yours take it in so easily?"
"I work out regularly, unlike you. Of course you are stiff." Gold's head hit the couch's armrest, the force coming through his chest and shaking me. "Maintain the tempo. You startled Little Miss."
"It's half in." Michael sounded a bit breathless as he maintained the old tempo, "Feels good?"
"Learn to pay attention to your partner's reactions, instead of asking stupid questions." Gold's hand stroked my back in circles. I peeked up at his face. He had his eyes closed, head tilted back, and his lips slightly parted.
"You are being disobedient, Little Miss," Gold said without opening his eyes, his voice soft. I snapped my eyes shut again, and stayed still.
A groan escaped Michael's lips, "It still refuses to go in. What should I do? Press harder?"
"It will break if you do. Use more lubricant."
"I did. My ass is like a waterfall, there is no way I didn't use enough."
"Useless." Gold sounded like he wanted to sigh, but his breathing was a bit strained. He sat back up and his hand moved behind me.
"Finally, you decided to put your hand to good use," Michael said, "Touch me."
"Quiet," Gold ordered.
Michael made a noise, a mix of a moan and a laugh, "Fucking chastity belt, why do I even have it on. I want to come from my cock, not from my ass. I will make Darling take it off once she's here...mmhgh..."
Gold lay back down, making me slide up to his chest. The rocking motion started again, but faster this time. A few quiet slaps followed, the sound of skin against skin.
My body began to warm up, despite Gold's cold skin. His heart was beating fast, so fast, I could hear it through his chest. His breathing became shallow, and his muscles twitched every now and then.
His nipple hardened, rubbing against my cheek. I moved so it was in my line of sight, beckoning me to lick it. The sheer fabric was thin enough to feel it on my lips. I rubbed my mouth on it, and felt a hand on the back of my head.
"Disobedient," he whispered, "Very disobedient."
I stopped, the heat traveling down to my stomach. Gentle words. Too gentle. They lost the scolding tone, making me want to disobey more. I wanted to blame it on the buttercup flowers, and not my failing survival instincts.
"Not sleepy," I mumbled, pressing my face against his chest, hiding my burning cheeks. The movement sped up, and the creaking of the leather couch got louder. I didn't have to look to know they were in the middle of something intense.
Gold guided my head to his nipple when I refused to fall asleep, "Go ahead."
I closed my lips around it, feeling the hardness against my tongue. I licked it, the fabric getting wet and sticking to it.
"I can sense Darling's footsteps." Michael spoke through his heavy breaths.
Gold's body stilled, his chest rising fast under my touch, his heartbeat almost as fast as his breaths. Mine was just as loud in my ears. We held our breaths together, focusing on the approaching footsteps.
They stopped at the door, and we all waited in silence, not daring to make a sound. My lungs burned for air, and I had to take shallow breaths, trying to be as silent as possible.
The door opened and Madam's aura flooded the room, even without her being inside. It was so thick and powerful, I could feel it all over me.
"Who is trying to murder who?" her voice was even more powerful, her presence demanding an answer.
She appeared in my line of sight. Her eyes on Gold. Then they shifted to me, still latched onto his nipple. She blinked before landing on Michael. "..."
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Her aura retreated, and I could breathe again.
Gold cleared his throat, "Welcome back, Yali."
Michael made a pitiful sound, "You are too late. Gold already killed me. I'm dead."
"And you want me to watch?" she asked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Revive me with your love, my Darling. I will show you how I die from pleasure." Michael sounded so sincere, I almost believed him.
She moved away from the wall, and sat on the armrest of the couch, by Gold's head, "Go on, my dead king."
I wondered who was seducing who as she lifted me off Gold's chest and placed me on her lap. I finally got a view of what was happening between Michael and Gold.
Michael was naked from the waist down, his legs on either side of Gold's waist. The toy was deep inside him, the other end of it inside Gold, making them connect. The chastity belt covered his cock and balls completely.
Gold's cock was resting against his lower stomach, untouched, unattended, leaking on its own. It lifted and twitched every time Michael moved his hips.
Madam's fingers played with my hair, her eyes on the view, "Weren't you supposed to take care of Little Miss? What is Michael doing here, and why are you two fucking while she is being neglected?"
The mood dropped, and Gold's cock lost its hardness.
"He was wet from the rain," Gold tried to excuse himself, "Little Miss was unwell, so I took her here to rest, and then we...got distracted."
Madam's nails scraped the accessory in my hair, the one Gold gave me, "Distracted. You got distracted while she was sick. I see."
Gold covered his face with his arm, his body tense, "Rocking her to sleep was the plan."
Michael kept moving, his hips not stopping despite Gold's lack of interest in the matter. A kick to his shoulder sent him rolling on the floor. Michael was tighter so the toy came out with him, leaving Gold free.
"Ugh," Michael made a pained sound and didn't bother getting up, just stayed on the floor, facing the ceiling, playing dead, "I'm dead again. So dead."
Gold sat up and rubbed his temples, "I will take her to the clams now."
He outstretched his hand to take me from Madam, but she held me away. "You call this attempted murder? At least draw some blood, make him cry."
Michael began to crawl on his belly across the floor, his scorpion tail lifelessly dragged behind him. It seemed like his mission to seduce Madam failed, "Gold wanted you to come too, why else would he wait until now to defend himself?"
Gold rose from the couch and his eyes were cold as he looked at Michael, "I will draw blood, and make him cry, then."
"Framed!" Michawl ran around the room, the chastity belt was tight around his balls, squeezing them with each step.
Gold chased after him, the slowness of his steps was the most threatening part. He was going to make Michael beg for mercy before ripping his head off. Slash. His palm strike was like a blade, and he slashed at Michael each time he caught him.
"Doesn't the King look more alive now?" Madam asked.
Michael was indeed running around like his life depended on it. The scorpion tail swung around wildly, and Gold dodged it with ease.
In the meanwhile, Madam moved me to her side, her hip supporting my weight. She went to pick up the toy that dropped on the floor, "Can't even play properly without my supervision."
Michael passed by us and Madam took the chance to shove the toy inside him. He made a yelping sound, and his legs gave in.
The precision, the timing of her thrust, and the fact she didn't move from her spot, but waited for Michael to come to her, was impressive.
She did it all with one arm, the other one was occupied with holding me.
"Ahhh," Michael's cry echoed through the cave, "You foul female fiend! You almost impaled me!"
She crouched and helped him turn around, "Making me leave a meeting," she grabbed the toy, and then started to move it in and out, "to please your ass," in and out, "I hope you are happy now, your majesty."
Gold approached us, seemingly enjoying the way Madam tortured Michael. "He will be crying soon."
She chuckled and stopped moving the toy, throwing a key in Gold's direction, "Get down here and make sure he is not faking it."
╔═══ Author's note ════╗
The only time Little Miss is being disobedient is during naughty times. I wonder why. 🤣
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