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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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.

All three of the soon began to move in sync, with Magica and Poe's moans even starting to echo one another - soon, it was difficult to tell where one Spell began and another ended, as they were so determined to fully envelop Donald all around.

As Poe felt his climax start, he bit down on Donald's shoulder hard, sinking in as deep as he could.

He cried out, the pain in his shoulder and the stinging heat filling him quickly forced the pressure boiling over again, his body shaking as he reached his peak as well, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing all around him.

Magica let out a blissful sigh as she felt Donald spill into her once more, her body shivering underneath him. Poe kept his mouth on Donald's shoulder until he felt every last bit of his energy spent, and then finally pulled away entirely, satisfied. "Well... that was delightful."

He gave Donald a push, trying to force him into Magica's arms.

Donald didn't resist, too exhausted from climaxing so quickly in such a short time and the aching sensation in his lower half. He lay down with a groan, another slight tremble passing through his body.

Magica cuddled up to him, allowing Donald to finally rest on his back, placing her head underneath his beak. "He performed marvelously for his first time being shared, wouldn't you agree?"

Poe took over Donald's other side, holding whatever Magica hadn't claimed for herself. "Mmm, of course, of course. I couldn't ask for anything better."

He shuddered a little as they both settled against him, but was too tired to do anything else. Fatigue was quickly taking hold, and he let his eyes droop closed with a small sigh.

He could almost pretend it was just a nightmare, and that he back in his hammock on the houseboat, if not for the tingling still lingering under his skin, and the achiness in his lower body.

Poe clicked his tongue, a tad disappointed. "Worn out already?"

"There now, Poe, it was his first time with such things." Magica lightly chided. "Let him rest... we'll have plenty of time to train him later."

Both twins lightly giggled, content for now to simply cuddle as Donald rested.

He didn’t quite make out the words, already on the edge of sleep, but he recognized their laughter, the last thing he heard before finally slipping into darkness.

It was an empty, dreamless sleep, and he wasn’t sure how long it lasted before being pulled back to the waking world. Shifting a bit as he roused, he winced a little as the dull ache in his lower body flared briefly. With a shaky breath he finally opened his eyes, glancing around a little.

Of course it hadn't seen a nightmare - he was right back where he had slept, minus one warm body. Poe was sitting up in bed, helping himself to a branch of purple grapes. He popped another one in his mouth as he saw Donald beginning to stir.

"Sleeping beauty finally rises." He mused after he chewed and swallowed. "Magica is taking a bath. She didn't want you to see her so unclean after all the fun we three had... she's so adorably fussy."

He picked off another grape and offered it to Donald's mouth. "Peckish? You have a lot of stamina you need to recover."

He eyed the grape for a moment, somewhat wary. He doubted it was poisoned or anything - no use trying to kill him, right? - but he wouldn't put it above them to do something else to it.

Still, he hadn't eaten much earlier that day, so eventually he took the grape into his mouth, chewing on it slowly.

"Good boy." Poe picked off another grape for himself. "Now, while Magica is away... we can still play. Magica's had to you all to herself for so long... and we Spells do believe in the beauty of sharing."

Another grape, again to Donald's lips, but this time he lightly traced Donald's beak with it first.

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