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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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.

Magica let out a hard, witchy cackle - Poe's reaction was more subdued, but he was definitely chuckling. "Don't die of fright before we get to the fun part!" Magica laughed, moving the straps of her dress down her shoulders. "After all this time, he's still as pure as fresh snow."

"A blessing and a curse," Poe mused, putting a hand to the back of Donald's head to make him look at Magica.

His face burned a bit as they laughed, though why he was so embarrassed he wasn't sure. Magica's comments alone had been bad enough, judging and sometimes downright cruel while under the guise of praising and affection, but now he had two of them echoing in his ears and digging at him.

"My cute little Donald." Magica cooed after seeing his cheeks flare. "Don't you know the best way to get over your fears is to face them? So... face me." She took Donald's hands, placing them on her now bare chest.

Poe kept his comments for now - if only because his mouth was busy back at Donald's neck.

Donald swallowed again, and the feeling of the kisses peppered along his neck sent another shiver through his body, causing his fingers to twitch and knead at the body under his palms.

"Mmm, yes, that's much better..." Magica sighed, closing her eyes as Donald touched her. She lightly ran her fingers along Donald's arms, encouraging him all the more.

Poe tried to find the most sensitive part of Donald's neck so he could start sucking on it, resting his hands on Donald's thighs.

While he had done this before, his hands carefully massaging and caressing Magica's body, the presence behind him was distracting. His thighs tingled slightly where the hands rested on them, and a passing kiss at a particular spot on his neck pulled a sharp breath from him.

"Oh, there we go." Poe purred, before latching onto that weak spot, placing his mouth on it and nibbling and sucking.

Magica hummed in amusement, moving around to drop the rest of her dress to the floor, necessary no longer.

A small sound rose from Donald's throat as the attention to his neck sent little jolts of electricity through his body. He squirmed a bit, but all that did was rub him up against Magica.

Magica groaned his name, eager to have that happen again. She tugged down on Donald's hands, trying to get him on top of her and in her as soon as possible.

Poe, opposite his twin in many ways, had no issue taking things nice and slow. He stayed in place at Donald's neck, hands working circles on Donald's thighs.

With another breathless sound, Donald arched his back, trying to push into both bodies at the same time, starting to lose himself in the warmth of both figures.

The twins made matching moans, though Magica's was considerably louder, understandable since Donald was actually in her. She tried to angle her legs around him as best she could, which wasn't easy with Poe in the way.

Poe pressed his hips up to Donald's rear, and while he was still dressed, it was easily felt how much he was enjoying the show.

Donald moaned as well, his hips rocking back and forth between the two of them. Feeling pressure behind him sent another tremble down his spine, his body stiffening just a bit.

Magica began to push back as best she could, trying to hold Donald close to her, moaning his name over and over again.

Poe was getting to work on the next steps - he slid his hands underneath Donald's chest, getting a good feel before taking his shirt off.

He shivered a little, the rising heat in his body leaving his skin sensitive under both pairs of hands. As his shirt was removed, though, he couldn't help the slightest whimper, feeling rather vulnerable.

Which was precisely the point, he knew, but it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking.

Of course it was. Donald would only get temporary relief from Poe's hands - though judging from the shuffling sounds behind him, it was only because Poe was taking off his own clothes.

"Don't stop," Magica growled, clasping Donald close to her again, getting a few hard, forced kisses in as well.

It became a bit easier to breathe when Poe shifted back a bit, but the rustle of clothes being removed meant his relief wouldn’t last long.

He couldn’t dwell on that, though, as Magica held him right, and he moaned against her lips as he pushed further inside her.

Magica groaned into his mouth, her breath coming in shallow. "Almost... almost... more..." She moved back and forth with him, torn between wanting to feel her finish but also wanting to make it last. It wasn't her fault he felt so good.

Poe's clothes hit the floor next to Magica's. He held Donald tenderly, closely - and with his flesh practically throbbing near Donald.

He groaned, the rhythm of his hips becoming erratic as he neared his own peak. But his heart nearly stopped at the heated touch behind him, his own already-hard member twitching inside Magica.

Magica arched her back, crying out his name one more time as she felt herself climax because of his rough, wild pushes. She let her arms collapse at her sides, her sweat illuminated by the melting candles.

And that was all the "permission" Poe needed to know it was his turn. Grinning wildly, his polite façade fading, he gripped Donald's hips before pushing inside.

Donald gave a cry as Poe entered him, the sensation somehow painful while still sending an electric jolt coursing through him, pushing him over the edge and hitting his climax as well.

But he didn’t have the chance to relax, the feeling of being full keeping him tense.

Poe wasted no time in enjoying himself His thrusts were hard and fast, more focused on his own pleasure than anything Donald was experiencing. His moaning was still fairly softer than Magica's had been, but there was no mistaking how much pleasure he was experiencing.

Magica blissfully opened her eyes, enjoying the show on top of her, giggling silently as she watched Donald's ever changing expressions.

Donald trembled underneath Poe, having no time to really adjust between the quick movement in and out of him. Despite the rough treatment, the feeling sent another wave of heat through his body, causing his member to start stiffening once again.

Magica could feel him hardening inside of her, and let out a giddy squeal, ruffling Donald's cheeks with her fingers. "Oooh... you were so frightened before, but now you can't get enough of it, can you?" As if this was all one game of seduction... which wasn't entirely wrong.

Poe began to go faster if only out of sheer pleasure, his hot breath on Donald's neck. "I know I can't..."

He shuddered a little, the words affecting him just as much as the feeling inside him. He wanted to resist, to deny it, but his body was moving on its own, rocking his hips to move in and out of Magica again while bringing Poe even deeper in him.

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