happilyeverbeginning | reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

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reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

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Scrooge did as ordered, gulping down the contents as he'd seen her do many times. Immediately, his head began spinning, and he blinked rapidly at the sudden wave of tipsiness.

"Not much of a drinker, is he." Poe quipped.

"It makes him more honest." Magica chirped, taking Scrooge's hand and trying to make him rise to his feet. "And you know I adore honesty." She kissed Scrooge, putting his hand on her sleeve to encourage him to undress her.

Scrooge stumbled as he rose, but he caught himself. He began carefully undressing Magica, running his hands over her form as he did so. He was relaxed, everything was okay, the phantom scars no longer burned and bled.

He preened the junction between her neck and shoulder, ruffling the feathers.

Poe was content to watch for now, drinking silently. Magica sighed, pleased, running her fingers through the feathers on his head before tugging him towards the bed.

Scrooge followed without hesitation, making sure to worship her with his touches at every opportunity. He tripped over his own feet a few times, but otherwise managed to stay upright. He kissed her when they reached the foot of the bed, raising his hands to cup her chin.

Magica murmured quietly as he touched her, her body becoming warmer with every passing second. As the kisses resumed, she slid her tongue into his mouth, though she was careful not to push too hard - too much drink and too much action might ruin the night.

Poe continued to watch, licking his lips - for now, he'd relax about his inquiry. Spy or otherwise, Scrooge did have a delicious body.

A well-calloused hand cupped Magica's breast, lightly squeezing, as another hand went down to her hip. He ran his tongue along hers, enjoying the taste of her. She'd had some of the wine as well when he'd been panicking, it seemed.

Magica groaned into his mouth. She had debated about "curing" his hands like she'd done for his scars, but the feel of his callouses was actually wonderful on the softer parts of her body.

There was only so much longer Poe could wait. He downed the rest of his glass before putting it aside. He slid off the bed, and came up behind Scrooge, giving his hips a squeeze before kissing the back of his neck.

Scrooge made a noise somewhat like a purr as he pressed himself against Magica and arched his neck for Poe. He gave a soft gasp at the squeeze of his hips, and they twitched at his interest.

Scrooge's mind, strict control softened by drink, didn't question the fact that he seemed to be responding to both of the De Spells' attentions. He wanted to please them, and being pleasured by them was a real treat.

Magica had wondered before if Scrooge had only known the bed of women, and had only worried if he wouldn't enjoy Poe - and in the same line, Poe not enjoying him. What a relief to see, so far, there'd been no hesitation about it.

Poe was equally pleased - he wasn't shy when it came to conquests of the flesh, so he could sense that this would be new territory for Scrooge. Much as he distrusted the younger man, the greed of the Spell line always enjoyed claiming territory before anyone else could. He pressed his hips up to Scrooge, growling in his ear. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Absolutely," Scrooge moaned as he felt Poe pressing against him. He rubbed his hips against Poe's, rubbing against Magica as well due to how closely packed together they were.

He'd never pleasured a man before. Distantly, he worried that he'd be found inadequate. For a moment, the old fear attempted to resurface until the wine drowned it out.

Magica giggled, enjoying the praise both men heaped on her. She threw her arms around Scrooge's neck, laying down on the bed and dragging him down on top of her. "Flattery will get you everywhere," She cooed before another kiss.

Poe began to remove his cloak and undershirt, his body starting to throb. Gods, it'd only been a few moments and he was already starting to hunger. Maybe this was part of the McDuck curse, he mused.

Scrooge kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste the insides of her mouth. He rocked slowly into her, warming up for the main event.

Somewhere in his alcohol-soaked brain, he wondered how Poe would fit into this. He was getting used to Magica's rhythm, but Poe...Poe was new.

Magica rocked with him, trying to guide him into her. It was difficult to be patient when you knew something wonderful was coming. Normally by this point she'd lock her legs around his waist to drive him along, but now that dear Poe was here... she wanted to give enough space. She knew her brother well enough.

The last of Poe's clothes hit the floor. He grabbed Scrooge's hips again - slightly tighter this time - arching over him as Scrooge was doing to Magica. "Go inside her," he breathed, his own excited flesh pressing up against Scrooge. "You want to feel her."

The sensation of Poe's excitement against him prompted him to enter into Magica, sliding into place like two pieces of a puzzle. He rocked inside of her, moaning at the feel of her wrapped around him. Perfect. Just...perfect...

Magica moaned loudly, throwing her head back and calling Scrooge's name as he entered her. But puzzles often have many more pieces, and Poe was stirred on, unable to merely wait his turn. As far as he was concerned, it was Scrooge's own fault for his body responding to his advances so eagerly. The slave was practically begging for it.

Poe gripped Scrooge's buttocks and began to push himself inside, growling like a feral animal all the while.

The sensation hurt, to be honest. Scrooge bucked in surprise at the sudden jolt that went through him. Then he took a slow, deep breath, allowing the wine to relax him again.

He would learn. In time it would stop hurting. In th emeantime, he would grant Poe the pleasure he clearly sought.

Poe, for his part, didn't care how Scrooge felt about it just yet. He himself felt amazing - so hot, so tight - the knowledge of taking Scrooge's first time in that place was as good as the act itself.

Magica, however... she made her kisses slower, smoother, as if trying trying to coax and console Scrooge after she felt his sudden start. Instead of losing herself to pleasure, she held Scrooge gently, petting him and easing her own thrusts so he could adjust at his own pace.

Scrooge breathed hard.

'Relax,' he repeated to himself. 'Relax.'

It was difficult to do so. Magica's attentions helped, but Poe was hammering into him. He tried to match Poe's rhythm, tried to pass on the energy to Magica.

Gods, it hurt...He really could've used another drink right about now.

A single word suddenly cut into the air, sharp as a knife.

"Poe."

The times that the Spell twins were honestly angry at each other could be counted on one hand - and now, this was one of them. Her hands were on Scrooge's back, but her cold glare was firmly on Poe's face. Poe himself froze - he couldn't remember the last time his sister looked at him like that.

She was angry he was hurting her slave.

Poe swallowed thickly, and didn't dare move. If Magica ordered it, he would have pulled out. For now, he stayed still, Magica still glaring at him as she gently stroked Scrooge's back.

Scrooge froze as well. He breathed heavily, trying to get used to something so large in a place it had never been before.

He tilted his head back, trying to find a way to kiss Poe even as he shook.

Poe couldn't stand the thought of his dear sister hating him - the very thought tore his soul. With another swallow, he returned Scrooge's kisses, but began to slowly pull out of him. As much as his body wanted to go on, his heart belonged to Magica. He'd cut his own throat if it made her happy.

"Please..." Scrooge begged. "Let me..."

He wasn't sure how to do it. He reached down to stroke what he could of Poe even as he started rocking between Poe and Magica, his other hand cupping Magica's breast. He wanted to please them both. So much.

Poe was startled - he would have figured Scrooge would cling to Magica for protection. Magica smiled, the ice broken, and cooed as pet Scrooge's face. "Such kindness, after the boorish way my brother behaved. And Poe is sorry... aren't you?"

The threat in her tone was obvious. "Of course." Poe replied at once, humiliating as it was to apologize to a slave. "It won't happen again." At least not in the same exact way. He helped guide Scrooge's hand to his still hard flesh - hm. Those callouses did feel good.

Scrooge moaned, trying to encourage Poe to rejoin him and Magica. He would pleasure both of them until he hadn't an ounce of energy back. And if he still hurt, well, so be it.

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