happilyeverbeginning | baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)

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baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)

It seemed that when it came to the life of one Donald Duck, his bad luck didn't just make his life go wrong : it made it go worse, and worse, and worse, going deeper and further than he ever would have thought possible. Then again, who could have seen him becoming an essential sex slave to an insane sorceress? Not that anyone would actually call it that... although everyone who knew about it certainly thought it.

But of course, this still wouldn't be the lowest point Donald's luck would bring him. There was always further down to go when it came to hell.

The "little romantic hideaway", as Magica called it, was of course in the deepest, darkest, most hidden spot of the city - beneath twisted trees and over bubbly swap, making sure no one wandered in there by accident. As a testament to Magica's raging narcissism, of course the large dark castle was shaped like her head. Subtlety was never her strong point.

For once, the grand entrance to this so-called palace was closed. Not locked, just not open. Usually when Donald arrived, it was already open and waiting for him. (Much like Magica herself.) This would be the first of many oddities that day.

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It was definitely a difficult life that Donald lived; after coming across the sorceress one day and promising her anything if she would leave his family alone, he never imagined that what she would ask for was him.

It was especially difficult since he never told any of his family about it. It was equal parts still trying to protect them from her and embarrassment for his current predicament. At the very least, the rest of the family going on adventures made it easier to slip away and meet her whenever she called.

Something about this current summons felt a little off, though, which only made him more uneasy as made his way to her castle. The feeling only grew as he came to the entrance and found it closed, which was more than unusual.

Part of him wondered if he’d gotten the day or time wrong, but when he found the entrance unlocked, he stepped inside anyway, his stomach twisting a bit as he made his way through the corridor.

The door quite suddenly slammed behind Donald - and of course, such loud noises make people want to look. And what stood there was...

... Well. One could almost call it a male version of Magica. He certainly looked like her, almost down to the fashion sense. He cupped his beak, amused, tilting his head. "Well. Well. Well." At least the voice confirmed this wasn't Magica, if that was any comfort at all. "You must be the delectable little morsel my dear sister is obsessed with. I can certainly see why."

Didn't that just raise a boatload of questions!

Donald jumped when the door slammed behind him, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that filled him when he saw not Magica, but someone who looked very similar to her.

And when he spoke, it became obvious why, but that only served to confuse him even more.

“S-Sister...? Magica has a brother?”

As if one of them wasn’t bad enough!

The man put a hand to his chest and did and overly theatric bow. "I am Poe De Spell. The pleasure is all mine, assuredly." He then took Donald's hand and kissed it, as if this was a perfectly normal situation - and then held onto the hand as he walked, intending to lead Donald along.

"Come along, then. You know how terribly impatient Magica can get."

Donald's feathers bristled a bit when Poe kissed his hand - out of anger or something, naturally - but he didn't have much chance to react otherwise before he was being pulled along down through the corridor.

And once again something uncomfortable twisted in his stomach as he tried to sputter some kind of reply, already looking forward to this encounter far less than he usually did.

Which was a pretty low bar already.

Whatever Donald tried to utter, Poe was ignoring it. There was fun to be had, and only so much time to have it in.

At first glance, Magica's bedroom hadn't changed since Donald had last visited - the same gothic décor, lit by black candles that flickered tall and high. She was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard, enjoying a glass of wine - on the nearby table were two more glasses for her two guests.

"Oh!" Magica sat up a little straighter. "You've already met! Marvelous."

"It is good manners to greet a guest at the front door," Poe gently chided, before glancing at Donald. "She can be a touch childish, but it only makes her all the more adorable. Don't you agree?"

Spotting the two glasses of wine had his heart sinking further, piecing together what was probably going to take place and dreading it all the more. How did he get himself in these situations?

...well, he'd still do it to protect his family, but seriously, there had to be better ways to keep them safe.

He barely registered being spoken to, and even then, he wasn't too thrilled to really answer. "Uh..." was all he managed to get out.

"Cat got your tongue?" Poe teased, lightly tapping Donald's beak before leaving him to grab his own glass for a light sip.

"Don't tease the poor darling," Magica placed her glass aside, opening her arms. "Come here, Donald."

He wrinkled his beak a little at the touch, frowning a bit. Still eyeing Poe warily, he made his way over and slid onto the bed towards Magica.

Magica pulled Donald in for a kiss, sliding her arms around his neck. "I missed you," she purred - as if they were lovers and this wasn't a sadistic choice forced upon him.

Poe brought both glasses over, setting them on the nearby desk drawer in case Donald wanted a drink.

He hated the shiver that ran down his back as she kissed him. It was another reason that he'd been too embarrassed to tell his family about all this, because deep, deep down...he kind of enjoyed it a bit. He wasn't sure if it was just because he hadn't had time for relationships before, and had been a bit...repressed, or if it was because she was technically their enemy and made all this even more wrong, or if it was just something else entirely, but there was a part of him that always reacted to her touch, that got caught up in the moment of their little trysts, and he would always go home feeling a little dirtier and hating himself a little more.

"Yeah..." he answered noncommittally, still trying to judge her mood. There were times when she enjoyed when he put up a fight, and other times when she expected him to be completely obedient, and it always took a bit of time to figure out which she preferred. Heck, sometimes she switched moods in the middle of these sessions, so it was hard to really know how to respond at any given time.

"So quiet today," Magica said with a devious little giggle. "Well, we can certainly change that soon enough." She leaned in for more deep, long kisses, giving the inside of his mouth a copious taste.

A second pair of hands found their way onto Donald's shoulders, squeezing then rubbing. "They really work you to the bone over there, don't they?" Poe commented with a click of his tongue. "Such a waste." If there were any lingering doubts about his participation, they would sure be gone as he began to lightly kiss Donald's neck.

He was more ready for Magica's kiss this time, but the second pair of hands cause him to jump and break the kiss abruptly. "H-Hold on a second..." he protested, trying to ignore the shivers at the touches to his neck. Despite suspecting their intentions, he wasn't prepared for it to actually happen.

Both of them were a little startled at Donald's reaction, but not for long. Magica cackled, taking great joy in Donald's fright. So did Poe, as his amused expression said. "You didn't think I was just going to sit back and watch, did you?"

He then grinned, and leaned in to murmur to Donald's ear. "Unless that's what you're into, in which case I can certainly oblige." Despite that, he nuzzled his beak to Donald's cheek.

He leaned away just a bit, his heart pounding in his chest. "N-No, I..." he said, trying to speak past the lump in his throat. His brain refused to cooperate, though, and he wasn't actually sure what he was protesting to.

"My brother and I always share everything," Magica explained, taking Donald's hand and putting it on her cheek. "Territory, magic, gold, there's nothing we won't give the other. Naturally, that includes our toys."

"But I'm generous enough to make sure Magica always gets her fair share first." Poe continued to press his face to Donald's cheek and neck, not allowing him to get away. "Look at her. She's so beautiful, isn't she?"

He released a short breath, feeling even more nervous. While he was more or less used to doing this with Magica - as much as he (sort of kind of not really) hated it - knowing that Poe was going to be involved somehow felt...intimidating.

Not to any great surprise, this only fueled them more. "Kiss her," Poe said, and although his voice was gentle, it was clearly a command. "Touch her."

Magica stuck two of Donald's fingers into her mouth and began to gently suck on them, coasting her tongue along the very tips, locking eyes with him.

Swallowing nervously, he hesitated for just a moment as Magica's tongue played with his fingers, before leaning down to kiss her, his hands trailing along her body.

And, at least for the moment, forgetting that someone else was there.

Magica made a pleased noise, glad he was finally playing along. She was very hungry for kisses, never letting him pull away for too long before demanding another one.

Poe was content to be "forgotten", for the most part, calmly rubbing Donald's shoulders and back in a makeshift massage. He wanted his sister to have the best, and that meant making sure her lover was in top form.

Donald didn't mind kissing her, oddly enough, though it was mostly because it meant talking less. As his hands drifted lower, his fingers lightly massaged along her body, unconsciously moving in time with Poe's hands on his back.

It did make ignoring the other presence more difficult, but he was trying.

After a few more intense kisses, Magica began to undress - slowly, as always, as her blatant narcissism told her that her beauty was to be enjoyed in doses, lest it to be too overwhelming. First came the gloves, one she pulled off with her mouth for a show.

Poe might have become a little harder to ignore as his hands took a smooth trip along Donald's hips.

Donald's breath hitched some, the hands on a hips a firm reminder of the situation. Still, he struggled to keep the illusion by helping Magica undress, reaching up with shaking hands to slowly remove her other glove.

Magica giggled again to feel his shake - yes, the twins were certainly enjoying his fear. "Something the matter, darling?" She asked mockingly, cupping Donald's cheeks in her hand. "Poe won't bite."

"Unless you ask." He mused, giving Donald's rump an appreciative squeeze.

He jumped at that, his heart leaping into his throat. He hated feeling so afraid right now, at the unfamiliarity of the whole situation. He wanted nothing more than to escape, but trapped between the two De Spells left him with nowhere to go.

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