A Little Treat

This is what happens when characters insist on a scene. This won’t happen for a few books down the line. Until then… enjoy!

Intended Audience: Adult

TW: explicit smut (MMF)

NOTE: This is completely unedited and includes multiple POVs.

Elea is a hybrid female who lives in Migas Village. Aimilios (aka Mili) is a merfolk male. Cato is a feline shape shifter male. This scene takes place in The Empyreal Den brothel introduced in Blood & Bondage.

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Elea swirled the decanter of port in her hand as she draped one long leg over the other. The satin wine-red dress she adorned fell to the side. The feel of it created the right amount of friction with each movement. She fingered the single strand of diamonds dangling from the diamond choker around her neck. Her gaze flicked to the server as they set out the plate of oysters she ordered. Her guests should be along shortly. She anticipated their arrival prior to the start of the show. She selected the perfect table. Not quite the mezzanine level, but it was on the second, in case they opted to leave early. It also made her visible from every angle in the room. As if anyone could miss her in this outfit. Even if the satin hadn’t hugged her body, the appliques alone on the dress highlighted her natural curves. That didn’t account for the slit up her left thigh. It rested just at the top, covering only what was necessary. Yes, it was perfect.

For a night of pleasure.

Aimilios reentered the building, without a word or gesture to the guards, and gave a simple nod to the receptionist before heading toward the performance hall. He didn’t need an escort to the table they would be meeting. It wasn’t like this was his first “rodeo”, so to speak. Far from it. And he was quite intimately acquainted with nearly all aspects of the Sanctum at this point. With as full as his day had already been, one would think he wouldn’t be so excitedly raring to go again. A full few hours with Sin this morning. A full afternoon of dealing with personal affairs. And parents. And a couple of nosy younger sisters. A dull, very dull afternoon. Followed up by this exceptional dose of excitement. After Cato had spoken to him… how could he not be? The male had never, not once, even hinted at bringing a third into their rendezvous’. The male had practically been twitching with unleashed anticipation. No matter the possibilities, he was determined to make it work with the female Cato had found. If nothing else, but to give the male what he truly desired. And needed.

With a slight smirk plastered on his face, Mili entered the chosen level and made his way to the table Cato had told him that she would be–Oh, yes. The male’s description had not disappointed in the least. He stood there several moments in the shadows, gazing at her. Practically spotlit for the entire room to see. His eyes traveled from top to bottom. And back again. With hands tucked into the pockets of his dark-as-night slacks, he made his way casually over to where the female sat. The vest he wore matched perfectly, save for the deep cobalt-blue accents just barely noticeable unless one was paying attention. His tie matched the blue. As did his eyes. His dress-shirt, bright as the whitest snow, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Choosing to keep this encounter as casual as possible, Mili had chosen just one silver band to hold back his hair in a half-ponytail, beginning at the base of his neck. The rest of his pale hair hung naturally.

Mili leaned over just a little at the waist and kept his voice lowered. Anyone with decent hearing would pick up on whatever was said — until the show began. But he preferred to keep his voice from carrying as much as possible. “Good evening. I do hope this seat isn’t taken.”

Oh, he’s stunning. Even more gorgeous than Cato described. Elea wrapped the strand of diamonds around her finger, giving it a gentle tug, as she sat up a little straighter. “Good evening. It is not. Please, join me.” She bit her bottom lip, raking her gaze over him from head to toe. He looked quite delectable. The things she could do with that blue tie at his throat. Something that matched his eyes perfectly. And that hair… paler than hers, though it hung in a similar fashion. Except she’d opted for her natural loose ringlets, cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Mmm. What he could do with that necklace. And that hair of hers… wrapped around one of his fists. Before he took his seat, Mili reached out and took the hand not hooked on that delectable strand and pulled it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. Without another word, he took a seat. Poured a healthy dose of port from the decanter and placed it in front of her. Then plucked the second glass from the table and set it in front of him before doing the same and replacing the pitcher.

“I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how… absolutely appetizing you are. Notwithstanding… the outfit to match.” He flashed her a genuine smile and tipped his glass in her direction before taking a sip. The hors d’oeuvres he wouldn’t touch until she did. “I believe our companion should be arriving soon.”

Last night when Cato suggested this, she’d told him it was all about the vibe. With the multitude of gentlemanly actions and what remained unspoken between them, they were definitely vibing. With a slight shrug of her shoulder, Elea released the strand of diamonds, picked up the glass of port, and tilted it in Mili’s direction. “But of course I am,” she replied with confidence and appreciation. She knew how she looked. Just as she imagined he knew how he looked. “You are quite comely yourself. That blue… it complements your skin tone rather perfectly.” She took a sip of the port, returned the glass to the table, exchanging it for a single oyster. “I do hope so. This particular performer is a favorite of mine. I’d certainly hate for him to miss the show.” Placing the edge of the oyster against her lips, Elea tipped her head back ever so slightly as the soft body slid down her throat.

The compliment was appreciated, but definitely not needed. “Thank you. I greatly enjoy… attention to detail.” Mili crossed one leg over the other, but so his shoe faced away from her. One wrong move could cause him to kick her and that definitely wouldn’t be the vibe they wanted. “As would I. Though, I daresay he is right outside the establishment, working up the nerve to come inside.” He picked up an oyster, though hesitated before bringing it to his mouth. “He was very nervous when he spoke to me. I must admit… his proposal shocked me.”

“Oh? It did seem it was… out of his usual element. Though it certainly intrigued me. If nothing else, I am ecstatic that we met.” Setting the empty shell on the plate, she retrieved another.

He could do this. He could totally fucking do this. He’d initiated the entire fucking thing. The very least he could do was walk inside the sanctum. Go to the performance level. The second level, like Elea had told him. Go down the hall. To where her table was. Where her and Mili would both be by now. Cato cursed under his breath. His nerves flipping into serious overdrive. There were shape shifter guards here now. And it wasn’t like it was a secret that others of his kind frequented this place. He’d even heard a female shape shifter worked here. And one of the new fucking owners was a shape shifter too. And he was seriously going to walk inside and fucking do this.

Yes. Yes, he was. And he was going inside. Right… now. Right now. Yup. Right. Now.

Come on, asshole. You know he doesn’t like to be fucking kept waiting. And you cannot leave her waiting either. Open the fucking door. The door. The fucking door.

Cato clenched and unclenched his fist. Discreet. This place was discreet. No one had any fucking business knowing what he was doing here. Or would be doing after… Right.

Somehow, he managed to open his fist, clasp the door handle, open it, and go inside. And walk as swiftly but as casually as possible in the direction he had to go. Once he got out of sight of everyone, he wiped his damp palms on his sides without breaking a step. One foot. In front of the other. One foot. In front of the other.

Mirroring her actions, Mili brought the oyster to his mouth and tipped the contents quietly inside. He chewed lightly, wanting to fully enjoy the flavor, before swallowing. He set the shell aside with hers. “He’s very private about this part of his life. I daresay, you can understand why. If you know anything about his species and that… brand he harbors.” Mili picked up another oyster. He peered over at her intently. “And he has never… ever proposed a third in our… arrangement. Suffice it to say… I am far beyond ecstatic myself. Especially considering present company.” Mili gave her an appreciative nod before consuming the oyster, silently placing the shell amongst its empty fellows.

“I am… aware.” While she didn’t know all the particulars that came with Cato’s Informant status, even the rumors had reached her old village regarding them. A few inhabited her new village. Not that she interacted with any of them. “Yes, we both understood the necessity of… discretion.” She partook the oyster, allowing it to settle on the back of her taste buds, enjoying its full flavor before swallowing and adding the rough shell to the small pile. A few remained.

That was good. Not that he expected anything different. That was one detail Cato never would have overlooked. Mili’s ears twitched slightly. He left his answer to Elea at a simple nod of his head.

The moment he got near the table, he froze again. Thank the gods for the shadows. Not that it would prevent him from being seen, depending on the person. But he was here. He’d made it. He just needed to take a deep, deep breath, and–gods, the two of them smelled so motherfucking good.

“Cato. So nice of you to join us. Come over here and sit down. So that we can enjoy your company.” Gods, he could practically smell the male fidget. Didn’t even have to look at him to smell the nerves coming off of him. And he loved making Cato squirm. But nerves weren’t the only thing the male was feeling right now. The knowledge of that just made his smirk widen. “Your worries are baseless too, by the way. As I am sure our lovely companion has assured you as well. It has been made explicitly clear to all who find themselves employed here… your presence is not to be noted in any way… shape… form. There is no need to stand in the shadows like a frightened pussy cat. Come. Make yourself comfortable.” Preferably in his lap. Not that that would happen. Would be nice, though. And would make it easier to play with the male while he and Elea conversed and got to know one another better.

Mili was right. She’d ensured all the arrangements were in place earlier. While she’d never become a permanent client of any of the workers, she visited several of them occasionally and tipped quite well. Her family’s money had gone to good use as far as she was concerned. It allowed her to cultivate certain… friendships. One of which she had with Nia, one half of the new ownership. “Yes, do make yourself comfortable. A platter of roasted fish with a pepper aioli should arrive momentarily.”

“I… I do not know what that is… the… ai…”

“Aioli,” Mili said, pronouncing it slowly. Not in a way to embarrass him, by any means. With the multitude of changes in his village over the past months, it was a lot for the male to get used to. Education came even slower. Some old habits more difficult to break than others.

“Yeah. That.”

“It’s wonderful. You’ll try it. And I guarantee you’ll love it.” He gestured to the seat he’d purposely left between him and Elea.

“And you are… sure…”

If he didn’t care so much for the male, he might have gotten annoyed. Mildly. Instead, he gave him an encouraging smile. “Yes. Absolutely. By my understanding, Elea here saw to everything. And I have been coming here for a very long time.” A twinkle appeared in his eye. “I have a very dear friend here who I know would be quite upset if I did not come to see him anymore. Because another dear friend of mine was disrespected in any way.” His brows raised, his eyes still on Cato. He didn’t like the fear and nerves in the male’s eyes. Nor the way he seemed to hunch in on himself. As if that would make it easier for his large form to go unnoticed. “There is no need for the nerves. I promise. Take a deep breath, and come sit.”

It took him another moment, but Cato finally gave a nod and closed the distance to the table. His eyes going every-fucking-where the whole time. There wasn’t a shape shifter in sight, though. His eyes went to Mili as he sat down. No fucking way the male would stop coming here just because something happened and he got embarrassed. And put himself six-fucking-feet under as a result. But the reassurance was nice anyway. Cato pulled the chair out and slowly sat down. He glanced over at Elea with a small smile. “Hey, again.”

“Good evening,” she purred. Flashing a slight grin, she adjusted a touch in her chair and angled her body more toward him. “Mili is correct. Rest assured everything is as desired. The owners were… rather agreeable with my requests. Even tonight’s performance.” A sly grin crossed her face as mischief danced in her eyes. It had cost a rather generous sum, but it would be oh so worth every penny. “Suffice it to say the audience is in for a treat.” As were they all. “Let’s get you a drink. I think you could use one.”

The three of them would be in for a treat too. If everything went according to the hopeful plan.

Cato gave a bit of a nod. His nerves were still threatening to fucking swallow him whole. Words didn’t seem to be coming any easier yet. Kinda felt like all the air was getting sucked right out of the vicinity too. And his nails had started to curl into his knees a little. Yep… he was doing great right now. Though he was grateful neither of them could hear his thoughts. As much as he definitely fucking wanted to be with the both of them right now, being anywhere considered public… Yeah. Felt like he was about to jump right the fuck out of his fur right now. “A drink. Yeah. A drink would be good.”

Mili smiled over at Elea, leaving her to summon the server for the moment. He focused back on Cato. They were going to have to take this up just a tiny notch. Otherwise he’d be too nervous to enjoy anything for a minute. That would be a damn shame. “You likely even noticed there were no shape shifter guards in view when you entered as well,” he said gently. “Yes?” If he’d been able to quell his nerves enough to make the observation. Likely so. If he’d spotted any, he very well may have chickened out at the last minute. Thank the gods, that hadn’t happened. Mili reached around behind Cato and rested his elbow against the back of the male’s chair. He began gingerly running his fingers through the fur at the base of Cato’s neck. Always a guaranteed way to start the relaxation process with the male. Mili relished in the slight shiver that went through him. The just bare-fraction his eyes closed. Good. It wouldn’t take them long to inch him the rest of the way there.

“Yeah,” he damn near whispered. “Yeah. That is true.” Not a single fucking one in sight. He hadn’t even smelled any of them. Doing what he could to get himself under control, he rubbed his hands lightly against his knees. Cato flicked his gaze to the plate of… whatever the fuck those were. Smelled… interesting. Did not look appetizing. But he’d seen the two of them eating them before he walked over here. Not that it meant he wanted to try them.

He’d shared a few culinary delicacies with Cato, but not many. Not as many as he’d like. It wasn’t like he could take the male out and ‘show him the town’, as they said. Their relationship wasn’t like that. “It’s called an oyster. One of several dishes labeled an aphrodisiac. A food–” he nodded to the platter. “–or a drug that arouses sexual desire. To put it simply.” There were only a few left on the platter. Mili silently shifted the platter closer to Elea. “I would like you to try one, Cato. This particular aphrodisiac will relax you. Improve your mood.” He leaned in until his mouth was right next to one of the male’s exquisitely pointed ears. “And, in my experience,” he whispered, “they make sex oh, so much better.” Nothing specifically proven on parchment, but experience was a much better judge than anything else.

Cato shivered. He couldn’t fucking help it. Not when the male fucking whispered in his ear like that. The plate was closer to Elea now than it had been a minute ago. Had Mili done that? Or had Elea pulled it closer? He hadn’t paid attention. Cato’s gaze locked on hers.

As she flagged a server down with nothing more than a faint dip of her chin, she watched the exchange unfold between Mili and Cato. Oh, yes. This was exquisite. Elea spotted the server approach their table out of her periphery. “Three shots of whiskey. We’re also ready for our next course. Bring a bottle of Pinot Gris with it along with three glasses.” She didn’t know if they’d get Cato to try it, but that didn’t mean he should be overlooked.

“Yes, Mistress.” The server bowed. “Is there anything else?”

“That is all.” She waved them off with a dismissive hand without once taking her eyes off Cato. A fine specimen that she planned to enjoy in many ways tonight. Along with Mili. Her tongue snaked out across her lips. “Just one, Cato,” Elea lifted an oyster in her left hand. Her elegant fingers curved around the shell. “To share.” Uncrossing her legs, she slowly stood and stepped around the chair. The distance between them closed in two long strides. As she settled in Cato’s lap, she draped an arm across his shoulders and ran her fingertips over Mili’s arm. Good gods, he had fine, warm skin.

Cato didn’t take his eyes off of her once. Not throughout the entirety of her exchange with the server. Not even as they left—something he barely noticed—or after. His lips parted slightly as she licked her lips. Fuck…

As soon as she straddled his lap, Cato was hard as a fucking boulder. He dug a fang into his lower lip, in an attempt to hold back a low growl. Not that he succeeded more than stifling the noise. His erection stretched quickly up against his stomach. Hades… he wanted to fucking touch her. Slide his hands all the way up her legs, beneath her dress. But he couldn’t. Not yet. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. Cato licked his lips. Gods, he was fucking salivating. For both of them. At the same fucking time.

“Mmm. You are being such a good boy, Cato,” Mili whispered in his ear. “Keep this up… and you will be receiving quite the magnificent reward.”

Another shiver, this one more massive, radiated down his spine. He nearly moaned. Right out fucking loud. “Yes, sir.” His voice seemed incapable of getting any louder than a whisper right now. Cato swallowed to wet his suddenly dry-as-fucking-sandpaper throat. “I do not…” He swallowed again. “I do not know how to… share something… like that.”

Gods, the veins on Cato’s dick already stuck out prominently. As much as Mili wanted to start stroking that succulent phallus, he resisted. For now. They needed to relax Cato more before he got more physical than he already was. Ease Cato into this a bit more. Not that it was going to take much. At all. Mili grinned at Elea. This was magnificent. A mouthwatering meal, all but spread out on the table for both of them. He nearly growled at the feel of her fingers running along his arm. Not high enough to reach the midnight-blue scales across his upper arms and shoulders, but it felt fucking fantastic all the same.

He increased the pressure of his fingers just slightly on the back of Cato’s neck, then gingerly began to run them higher, towards the back of the male’s head. Cato’s eyes drifted again, a bit more closed than when he’d begun. Not that they remained that way. Those exquisite pale green eyes of his quickly made their full appearance again. With his other hand, Mili reached around Elea and grazed his nails along the flesh of her thigh and ass, as he eased the right side of her dress completely out of the way. Not that it took much. She’d done most of the work with how she’d straddled Cato’s lap. His jaw clenched slightly. Black lace panties. The only thing between her sweet-smelling pussy and Cato’s dick.

Cato swallowed again. Fuck. Fuck. She smelled so fucking good. And felt even better, the way her pussy rested against his erection. Cato couldn’t stop the shudder that went through him. “This is gonna be… different… than it was last night,” he blurted out in a whisper. Despite all of the obvious differences… he’d left every bit of his dominant personality at the door, so to speak. He couldn’t be any other way with Mili. The male didn’t tolerate it. Not in his submissives. With Elea last night… he’d still had some dominance in his attitude when he’d been submissive with her. That wasn’t going to happen tonight. Nope. Tonight… he would be willingly becoming their playtoy. Whatever they wanted… he would be giving without question. Something he hoped she’d figured already, just based on how he was being. He wasn’t good at explaining himself.

The sensation of Mili’s nails along her thigh and ass sent shivers down her spine. Fuck, that felt damn good. Her gaze flicked briefly to the male before she refocused on Cato. They may not make it through the show. Yes, tonight was different. Oh, very, very different. And she loved every fucking second of it. Clenching her thighs, she pushed up a touch, rubbing that little black lace thong against his shaft as she whispered in his ear, “That’s yes, Mistress. Now just be a good boy and sit right there. Let me do the rest.” Elea lowered her ass back to his lap and sucked the oyster’s gooey center from its shell. Once she had it situated in her mouth, she pressed her lips to Cato’s and drove her tongue into him. Curling her fingers a touch, she dug her nails a little into Mili’s arm. Slow pleasurable torture was her favorite way to enjoy the body.

While he’d love to hear about all of the differences in the previous night Cato had spent with Elea, and what was going to occur tonight… 99% were very likely self explanatory. And not what he truly wished to speak about. When they got down to serious conversation, that was. That could wait, for the time being. This right here was far too appealing to do anything other than thoroughly enjoy. He’d never been able to watch another pleasure Cato before. And they’d just barely begun.

Cato couldn’t stop the deep fucking moan that left him when she rubbed her pussy against his dick. Though he tried to keep it quiet all the same. Nope. Definitely not comfortable with letting his noises carry. And it didn’t fucking matter that there was fabric in between. With as hot and fucking horny as he was already, there might as well have been nothing in between them. And his awareness of his surroundings was really beginning to take a quick fucking hike. Not gone by a long shot yet… but definitely getting there.

The trembles that took up root in Cato as Elea whispered in his ear had Mili’s cock hardening. Not to mention, the way he reacted to the title of ‘Mistress’. This entire engagement amped up about ten notches in less than that amount of seconds. Mili took his fingers higher up the back of Cato’s head. The trembles in Cato’s body shot up another fraction of a notch. The male adored having his ears stroked. Not something he’d ever understood personally. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d been with a multitude of shapeshifters either. Full or mixed blood.

As her nails dug a little into his arm, Mili did the same with his nails on her ass. Not nearly hard enough to break skin — that would come later — but enough to give her the slightest sting. He took his nails across her ass to her other cheek, over her hip, down to her inner thigh, then played with the band of her thong. Never one to take action without permission. Not from a fellow dominant, especially. His submissives were another story completely.

Though he opened his mouth to respond to her, Cato didn’t get a chance to utter a single word before her tongue had dove right into his mouth. His moan this time was deeper, huskier. Cato dug his nails back into his knees. Fuck... fuck, he wanted to touch her. Run his claws along her skin. Grab her ass. A shudder went through his forearms with the amount of self control it took to keep himself still. Minus wrapping his tongue around Elea’s and accepting the oyster thing from her. His whole body began to shake a bit as he felt Mili’s lips against his throat. Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck... This was what he’d wanted. To have both their mouths on him. Both their hands on him. Just fucking… touching and licking him everywhere. Fuck, he wanted everything.

A blast of heat shot through her. She’d chosen the thong for multiple purposes. Play toy. Easy access. Among a few others. Mili took excellent advantage of it. The way Cato trembled beneath her told her all she needed to know. Oh, he was practically salivating. He was juiced up with the desire to touch her. Permission he still required. And she was all too ready to give. He deserved it. Elea broke the kiss just as the server returned with their shots of whiskey, fish platter, and bottle of wine. “Set it on the table and leave us,” she stated before the female had a chance to utter a word.

"Yes, mistress."

Once the female laid their order out, including three empty wine glasses, and popped the wine bottle, she walked away. Perfect. After the wine aired a little, they could pour their own. The lights lowered a bit, darkening the room, as the stage curtains parted. She didn’t have to look to know who came on first. When Jade performed, she always opened the show. “You’ve been such a good boy, you may touch me now. But only what isn’t covered.” Elea shuddered as Jade’s aria filled the room. Gods, that female had a voice. Elea glanced at Mili. “Give our friend a preview of last night.”

The hotter temperature between her thighs told him all he needed to know. Not to mention the way her focus remained mostly on Cato. He slipped his finger beneath the band of Elea’s thong. Just the tip of the digit stroked slowly up and down her wet slit. She smelled absolutely heavenly. Mili couldn’t wait to bury his face between her thighs and make her come.

Sensing the return of the server before she’d even gotten close, Mili laid on a little extra distraction. Not that — judging by the half-dazed expression on Cato’s face — much of anything further was needed. But he slid his fingers up further through Cato’s fur and stroked along the back of his ear. The biggest shudder yet passed through the male. Likely helped along by the nip and stroke of his tongue Mili gave to the male’s clavicle. He nearly growled right into the male’s fur. The longer they teased, the more he was dying to get them both back to a private room. Here or otherwise. Somewhere they could tie Cato up, do whatever the fuck they wanted to him as they drove him to insanity, and make him scream.

The moment the female made her way over, Cato’s gaze snapped right up to her. He didn’t pay a bit of attention to the tray in her hand. Or when she started setting everything out. Nope. He focused on her face. As much as he could, anyway. His eyes were some sort of… glazed over. Despite the upbeat in tempo of his heart and the bit of a sweat that broke out across his forehead… his body was slipping even quicker into nothing but sensation. Not a single fucking thought in his head. His head tilted just slightly forward. Missing the touch and taste of Elea’s lips and tongue. “Yes… yes, Mistress.” Tentatively, he slid his hands from his knees, up over her hips, and to her ass. His claws extended just the slightest bit, the tips embedding themselves in her ass cheeks. Okay. So not a preview. Just a… something. He didn’t know what to call it. But he couldn’t fucking think. About anything. But how fucking good all of this felt.

Mili met Elea’s gaze. His teeth bit into the tip of his tongue as she shuddered. He flicked his gaze to the stage as the show began. Put his mouth right next to Cato’s ear again. “Yes, pet. Give me a little taste of what you gave to our lovely friend last night. I want to see… a little of what you like to do to her.” He slipped his finger from her thong. Slick with her wetness, Mili stroked it ever-so-slowly up the length of Cato’s cock, then twirled the tip of his finger around the swollen head.

His head fell back as a throaty moan left him. He gasped as Mili’s finger circled the head of his dick. “Oh… shit…” he breathed out. “Yes… fuck…" Mili’s finger was going all the way down his dick again. Hitting every single fucking ridge and vein it came across. “Yes, sir… Yes, sir.” His claws extended further, burying themselves deeper into her ass cheeks. He couldn’t stop the needy growl that left him. Fuck watching the show, that was the last thing he could focus on right now.

Mili breathed in deeply, practically salivating at the scent of Elea’s blood that began to mingle with the other scents around them. “Good boy,” he purred.

“Yes,” Elea groaned. That’s what she wanted. Although she didn’t watch the show Jade put on, she imagined it was exquisite. While Elea loved watching the female dance and sing, she always wanted to try other things. But the female played with other workers, not clients. Now, of course, the female only had one play toy. Idiot. Not her style. She much preferred choices. Like these two fine specimens before her. As for the show… well, her men captivated her full attention. The rest served as background noise. “Harder, Cato.” Though her blood welled beneath his fingers, she liked the stinging sensations that speared through her body the more he dug his claws into her flesh. It served a dual purpose. Mili had already spread her slickness a touch over Cato’s cock. She intended to add a little more to the mixture. As Elea raked her nails down his arm she reached behind her for one of the shots.

The show only took up his peripheral vision. Not his attention. Nope. That belonged to these two. Especially with where things were beginning to head now.

Another growl immediately ripped its way out of him as Elea raked her nails down his arm. Holy fuck, that felt so good. Without any hesitation, Cato extended his claws even further, allowing them to sink deeper and deeper into her ass cheeks. His mouth watered as the scent of her blood got thicker.

Their friend was getting rather thirsty. Past time they rectified that. Taking his finger from Cato’s dick, Mili reached behind Elea and pulled both remaining shots closer to him. He picked one up and held it just slightly over Elea’s left shoulder. “You have been such a good boy, Cato.” His voice deepened. “Don’t ruin it now. Do not allow any of this to get on her dress. Be an extra good boy... and you can have the rest.” Carefully, Mili tipped the shot just enough to let a decent trickle hit her shoulder. He manipulated the liquid to take a slow path down her collarbone and towards the valley between her breasts.

Cato couldn’t do anything but groan. No words. Nope. Not possible right now. As if there were a fucking magnet pulling him straight to her, Cato all but buried his face in her cleavage. His tongue captured the stream of liquid and he took his time licking every bit of it up. And he made sure he got every single bit of it too. When his mouth reached her shoulder, he couldn’t stop his fangs from elongating. Anymore than he could stop them from sinking into her shoulder on a moan. Hades, she tasted good. Even better than last night. How the fuck was that possible?

“Such a good boy,” Elea purred. Fuck. His fangs in her shoulder sent a blast of heat straight to her core. Everything was truly heightened. The oysters certainly served their purpose. The whiskey would do just the same. Bringing her shot around, she knocked it back, the golden liquid sliding down the back of her throat. As she returned the empty glass to the table, she arched her back. It didn’t just push her breasts out more, revealing a little more cleavage, it also brushed the thong against his cock. How long was this act? Was it wrong that she was nearly ready to take it to the room? While she and Mili hadn’t discussed arrangements, it seemed unnecessary at the moment. She requested a room set to accommodate several possibilities. Far beyond the handcuffs she’d brought along last night. Teasing Cato and getting teased would only amplify it all once they got there. Besides, they couldn’t leave before she saw if they convinced Sin to participate. While they waited, they continued taking one another to new heights. Her gaze flicked to Mili as she lengthened her nails a bit, running them across Cato’s shoulders. She hadn’t touched him much… yet. Soon enough she would. Until then, he seemed to rather enjoy watching. And it got her off, too.

Still, no possible fucking words. Moans, groans, a few growls mixed in. Between the way she arched her back, which practically sucked his fangs deeper into her flesh, the fabric covering her pussy brushing against his sensitive cock, the taste of the whiskey and her blood mixed together in his mouth, her nails across his fucking skin… Hades, he’d never felt this. Not this much at once. And barely anything had even been done. Was it just that it was both of them together? Or that it was public and anyone could look over here and see exactly what the fuck they were doing? He’d known plenty of other males — and even a few females — who liked to do shit in public. It hadn’t ever been a draw for him. Had to be the former then.

Mili’s hand left his ear. His fingers trailed a slow path down his spine, sending a jolt of lightning straight into his cock. Like it needed to get any fucking harder. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come all over himself and Elea before they ever left this table.

With eyes locked on Elea’s, he licked his lips again. They were far from leaving their table just yet. It would be so incredibly rude to the performers if they left mid-set. But Mili couldn’t deny himself a taste any longer. Not of him, nor of her. It had been too long since he’d been with Cato. As for Elea… he was dying to know if she tasted as delectable as she smelled.

“The rest of your shot is right here, my pet,” Mili whispered in his ear. He tapped the table next to the little glass, then picked up his own. “You just have to be a good boy for a little bit longer before you get it.” With a growing smirk on his face, he brought the shot to hover right over the male’s thick, throbbing erection. Mmm, it was just begging to be sucked. Or, at the very least, licked.

Cato trembled at the words in his ear. His fucking ear. Every time, the damn ear. The male knew what that did to him. The slightest of whines escaped his mouth against Elea’s shoulder.

“Your hands will remain where she wants them to be. As will your mouth. Unless she gives you another direct verbal order… you will not move. You will be quiet — we must not be rude to the talented performer onstage. And you will not come until you are told that you may. Have I made myself clear?”

He eased his fangs from her shoulder, just enough to speak. “Yes, sir,” he breathed out. Fuck… whatever Mili was about to do… he needed it more than fucking air at the minute.

Tipping his shot glass, he manipulated the liquid to go exactly where he wanted it to. Right over the head of the male’s cock, and oozing down the sides. The remainder of his shot soaked into the tiny triangle that covered Elea’s sex. Dear gods, the male was practically shaking again. And he was loving every second of it.

Yes, they needed to make certain concessions. This wasn’t the club like last night. Nor were they Tica and Ky, apparently. The female boasted a little too much about that shit. Something she didn’t need to know. Or needed to think about right now. Better things occupied her time. Like Mili’s demands and Cato’s hands. She didn’t want his hands to remain locked on her ass. Not entirely. Retracting her nails, Elea slid her fingers down Cato’s arm. Her eyes remained on Mili as she traced her fingertips across Cato’s knuckles. “Give me your hand, Cato. We’ve been a little greedy here. I rather enjoy sharing as much as I enjoy being shared.” Elea brushed her knuckles down Cato’s shaft and slipped two of her fingers inside her pussy. “Oh, gods,” she groaned, taking her lower lip between her teeth.

Oh, gods, , was fucking right. Digging his fangs into his lower lip, Cato softened his moan the best that he could as her knuckles brushed down his cock. The damn thing twitched so hard he couldn’t stop the hiss. Cato obediently pulled his right hand from her ass cheek and presented it to her, palm up. Her blood still slicked his claws but, much as he was fucking dying to, he couldn’t lick it off. Not unless she told him to.

He hadn’t needed to watch to know the liquid went exactly where he wanted. A good thing — no way would Mili have wanted to miss the way she slid two fingers into her pussy. Or bit down on her lower lip. His eyes darkened to a deep blue-black. Setting his shot glass down on the table, he silently slid his chair back enough to give him the room he needed. Mili gripped Cato’s thigh, digging his nails in hard and receiving another quiet moan in return. With his other hand, he moved the triangle of her thong away, giving him better access, and a much better view. It was dark enough in here, and it wasn’t like he was going to lay her out on the table for either one of them to devour. Not yet, anyway. Mili stared at her a moment longer before leaning over. The tip of his tongue stroked her pussy around her fingers. He nearly hissed at the taste of her mixed with his favorite flavor of whiskey. Not that he stopped there, though. With her taste still singing on his tongue, he licked his way up one side of Cato’s dick and twirled his tongue around the head. Gods, yes. That strangled sound from Cato was music to his fucking ears.

“Fuck.” It wasn’t just what Mili did to both her and Cato, but the cacophony of their mixed noises as well that drove her crazy. As the acts switched, Elea removed her fingers from her pussy, cleaned them first, and then drew Cato’s bloodied fingers into her mouth, dipping her tongue thoroughly across every inch. While she paid no mind to whoever took the stage next, she waited until the din fill the room before lifting her ass and pressing the hand of his that she just cleaned to the apex of her thighs. “Take your fingers where they want to go.” With enough room for Mili between her and Cato, she fused her and Cato’s lips together. The taste of her blood and juices still lingered on her tongue. Elea reached over, slid her hand down Mili’s back, and dragged her nails back up his spine. Not hard enough to destroy the fine material of his clothes, but enough to leave her marks across every curve of his muscles.

With his mouth hanging just fractions from their sexes, he couldn’t help but watch as she took Cato’s hand in her own and sucked every drop of her blood from them. His eyes darkened further. That certainly had to be one of the most alluring things he’d ever seen. Not to mention those beautiful moans that wouldn’t stop tumbling from Cato’s mouth. Muffled only by Elea’s shoulder, and the male’s fangs dug into his lip. As Elea gave him the next instruction, Mili lifted his head and licked along the male’s chin, drawing in the potent taste of his blood that had oozed from his lip. Better than the finest wine. He nearly snarled as Elea’s nails dragged up his spine. That was phenomenal. And would be oh, so much better when they got to a room and removed every stitch of their clothing.

Hades, he didn’t have a name for the noise he made that time. The mixture of her blood and the juices from her pussy still coating her tongue. Cato deepened the kiss, even as he gasped deep in his throat at Mili’s mouth against his dick again. The tip of his tongue taking that ever-so-fucking-slow path down the side of his dick again. Then back up again. Oh, fuck… Fucking Hades… he needed more… He needed to fucking come… His claws extended even further, digging deeper into her ass. Blood escaped in rivulets, quickly soaking into his fur. Take his fingers where they wanted to go… Hades, yes, he would. Cato didn’t waste any time before sliding two fingers as deep into her pussy as he could, and curling them up to rub against that sweet spot.

Mili sucked lightly at first on the head of Cato’s dick. Then a tad bit harder. Earning the sweetest drop of precum for his efforts. Then he licked his way back down the other side again. And right to that thong. Mili took it between his teeth, then into his mouth, where he sucked it clean. His tongue flicked across each of Cato’s knuckles. Then Elea’s clit. Something he had a mind to give ample attention to before moving on. But he couldn’t go leaving Cato’s dick unattended now, could he. Mili wrapped his hand, one finger at a time, around the base of the male’s dick, and lightly squeezed. He stroked upwards, stopping just before the tip, then stroked back down again.

The change of music denoted another performer. Possibly Mona based on the selection. Though she couldn’t say for sure without looking. And she was far too preoccupied to even glance. Elea moaned as Cato deepened the kiss. Fuck. At this rate, they wouldn’t make it through the second act. Not without her coming at least once. Between Cato’s fingers buried deep inside of her, Mili’s tongue on her clit, every synapse in her body awakened. Heat blazed through her making her toes curl, pressing hard against the material of her stilettos. Fuck, she wanted to drive them hard into Cato’s ass right now. Soon. That didn’t mean she couldn’t do other things until they got there. Her thighs tensed as she contracted her interior muscles around Cato’s fingers. Holy fuck. Taking her hands in opposite directions, she ran her palm over Mili’s bunched shoulders and dragged her fingers down Cato’s side, inching toward his thigh.

With the way her pussy squeezed his fingers, he couldn’t help but start thrusting them in and out of her sex. And he didn’t bother working up to a steady rhythm. Couldn’t. She felt too fucking good. Her pussy, her mouth, Mili’s hand around his dick. Cato moaned into the kiss as she dragged her fingers down his side. His thighs trembled as he fought to keep his hips from bucking up.

Curiosity had him wanting to look at who the current performance was. But there was such a wonderful show going on right in front of his face right now. How could he ever want to miss it. Pressing his shoulders up more into Elea’s touch, he stroked his tongue repeatedly across her clit, in rhythm with his strokes up and down Cato’s dick. The explosion of tastes in his mouth had his own cock so hard, standing at full attention, pressed almost painfully against the zipper of his trousers.

A barely discernible noise came from below the seat of the chair. Mili nipped hard at her clit before looking down. He took a moment to take in just what her shoes looked like. How sharp her heels appeared to be. He wanted to find out just how sharp, too. And he didn’t even care in the slightest if she ruined a perfectly good pair of slacks. They could be replaced. Mili gripped her ankle, brought her foot to his calf, and pressed her stiletto into his flesh. Hard. Simultaneously, he leaned over and closed his mouth over her clit, resuming the rapid strokes, and dropping the temperature of his tongue.

The intense rhythm of Cato’s fingers dragged that blissful high right to the edge. Mili’s touch as he gripped her ankle, brought her foot to… from the angle, his calf, and pressed the stiletto of her heel into his flesh heightened the high. Still she held the orgasm back. She prided herself on control, which completely snapped the second Mili’s tongue became cold. It was like an exquisite ice cube pressed hard against her clit. A complete contrast to the heat consuming her body. It pitched her right over the fucking cliff. Tearing her mouth from Cato’s, Elea barely bit back the cry of pleasure as she threw her head back. Her nails elongated, ripping through Mili’s vest, piercing Mili’s shoulder and Cato’s hip. Blood welled beneath her fingers. Fuck, she couldn’t wait to clean them, tasting them both.

His teeth clenched on a deep moan as her nails pierced his shoulder. Oh, he was most definitely going to need more of that. And she was absolutely breathtaking when she came. The icing on the best damn cake in the realm. Even more, he couldn’t wait to get both of them back to a room. Hear that scream on the tip of her tongue when he made her body sing. She tasted better than the freshest rose petal candies the isle had to offer. He kept his attention on her clit for the moment, until the very last tremor had left her from the orgasm.

Cato hissed when her nails pierced through his hip. “Harder… please, Mistress… harder,” he whispered. His head jerked back on his neck, mouth wide open in a silent moan, when Mili’s mouth came down completely on his dick. The male took every single inch of him, deepthroating him over and over. Couldn’t move… He wasn’t supposed to move… Not unless… they told him to… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Cato gripped her ass harder, his body shaking with barely-held-onto self control.

Before she followed through on his request and instructed him further, Elea glanced over her shoulder at the stage. Mona and Sin danced together, each on their own pole, in exquisite synchronization. Though it appeared their routine drew to a close. Pity. They missed most of it. Perhaps, she could rectify this at another time. Right now, she cared more about the lack of eyes in their direction—hers, Mili’s, and Cato’s. No one paid them any mind. And their server followed her earlier instructions. Not to bother them unless summoned or delivering items. Excellent. She refocused her attention on the two males in front of her. Elea dug her nails into both of her males. Fuck, she enjoyed that. “Remove your fingers, Cato. Lick them clean. Don’t miss a drop. Let me taste myself on you.” Pushing up a touch, which drove her stiletto deeper into Mili’s thigh, she whispered in Cato’s ear, “Then you’re going to let me watch you fuck that beautiful mouth of Mili’s.”

He shuddered. Massively. Fuck. It wasn’t even just what she said either. It was how she said it. The way she whispered it in his ear. “Yes–” His voice caught when Mili growled around his cock. Oh. Hades. Fuck. “–Mistress. Yes, Mistress,” he breathed out, his voice trembling just as much as he was. Easing both of his fingers out, carefully to ensure nothing dripped off his fingers, he brought them swiftly to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and wrapped around first one, then the other. Cato’s eyes closed and he moaned. He couldn’t manage to open his eyes back up just yet. Fuckers might be permanently stuck in the back of his head at this point, because Mili hadn’t let up a single fucking bit. But that didn’t stop him from thoroughly and completely cleaning every single drop of her juices from her fingers. Then he held them out to her, so she could properly inspect them. Make sure he did a real good job.

Elea ripped her claws from Cato’s hip. She gripped his hand, moved it around this way and that, checking completely for any drop. Satisfied he missed nothing, she kissed him, entangling their tongues together. With a slight moan, Elea pulled back. “Good boy. Now let me see you fuck his mouth. And you will not come until I tell you.” And it would happen. Because she wasn’t moving from his lap. Every pump of his cock, every rise and fall of his hips, she would feel all of it.

He couldn’t stop the noise. The way he cried out through his clenched fangs when she ripped her claws straight out of his hip. Fuuuck... Hades, that felt so fucking good. He moaned into the kiss, barely managing to keep his claws buried in her ass. All he wanted to do was tangle his fingers in her hair and pull. Or Mili’s hair. He liked getting his hair pulled too. Why he wore it down most of the time when they’d been together.

Cato gripped the back of his chair so hard he worried it might crack. It didn’t, though. And he didn’t waste anymore time in thrusting his hips up. His head tilted back again, eyes rolling slightly back into his head, when the tip of his dick hit the back of Mili’s throat. Male had zero gag reflex and it was fucking fantastic.

Mili dug his nails as hard as he could into Cato’s thigh, drawing blood. Encouraging him to keep going. His low moans turned to grunts, tinged with growls, as the male slammed his dick into the back of his throat repeatedly. Not once dislodging Elea from his lap. Gods, the male was fucking perfect in every way.

Fuck, he was sweating. Shit was dripping down the back of his neck and off his forehead. “Please…” He bit back a loud groan when his dick thrusted home again. “Please… Mistress, please…” He whimpered. Actually fucking whimpered. But his dick hurt so fucking bad, on top of how tights his balls were. “Need to come… Please… Fuck…” Cato was about to seriously come unglued. If he didn’t get permission to come soon… Well… getting punished by either of them, or both at the same time, would be just as fucking fantastic.

Fuck. These two were perfectly exquisite to watch. The way Cato’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. And how Mili took every inch of that thick masterpiece between Cato’s legs. Lifting her hips, she swept her tongue up the side of his face and licked the sweat that drenched his cheek. Fuck, he tasted divine. “Come, Cato,” Elea purred. Gods, he looked sinfully delicious the way his face contorted. It was absolutely beautiful watching him come undone.

And… he snapped. Felt like he literally fucking snapped in two. Between the way her tongue stroked up the side of his face. And she purred in his ear. His body refused to disobey the command as it shoved him off the damn cliff. His hand might have actually cracked the back of the chair with how hard he grabbed onto it. Blood dripped down his chin as his fangs sunk as deep into his lower lip as he could. As hard as he tried to be quiet, he knew his near-roar carried at least some. Cato didn’t stop slamming his hips up for even a second. Not with how fucking fantastic it felt for continuous spurts of his cum to shoot right down the back of Mili’s throat. Holy fuck… Holy fuck… Gooods… he just kept coming. And coming. And the male took it all. Every. Single. Fucking. Drop.

He couldn’t remember the last time Cato had come this much. Or this hard. Oh, but it was fucking delicious. And he didn’t miss a single drop that shot down his throat. On the contrary, he helped the male along quite a bit by milking the male dry with his mouth and tongue. Whatever performance had been going on had finished by the time he lifted his head, a wide grin on his face. “You… my pet… are just absolutely delectable.” Mili leaned closer to Cato and slowly stroked his tongue along every drop of blood that had dripped from his lip and coated his chin. A satisfactory rumble lit off from his chest. Mili reached over to the table and collected the last shot of whiskey. “I would say you have… beyond... earned this. And so much more.” He had to help the male drink the shot. He’d slumped a bit in the chair, still trembling, still gripping the back of the cracked chair like his life depended on it. But it didn’t bother him a single bit to hold the glass to Cato’s mouth and pour the golden liquid in. Didn’t even bother him that not all of it made it into the male’s mouth. Nope. Mili just swiped that up with his tongue before fusing their lips together in a deep kiss.

Yes, she agreed. Cato earned every ounce of that shot and then some. She eyed the back of the chair. It mostly remained intact. It was replaceable. Perhaps if she padded the tip a bit more, Nia wouldn’t mention it. As her males kissed, she swept her tongue over her fingers and cleaned their blood from her palms.