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 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.

He swallowed hard, both the grape and the sudden lump in his throat. Part of him had hoped that it would have just a been a one-time thing, but he really should have known better.

That was just his luck.

He shuddered a little as sorcerer traced the grape along his beak, and he hesitated a little. It was easy to tell the kinds of moods Magica was in and what she wanted him to do, even if it took a little time at first. But he had no idea what Poe was like, and the brief time hadn't given him much to go on.

"Lost your appetite?" Poe pulled his hand back, and ate the grape himself. "Perhaps you're still wary... I suppose I can't blame you. I'm still a stranger, in many ways."

He placed the branch of grapes aside, rolled over - and then slammed his hand on Donald's shoulder, forcing him hard down on the bed.

"I care only for my sister's happiness. That is the only reason I exist. So as long as you make her happy, you will come to no harm. Are we clear?"

He winced as he was shoved down on the bed, his head swimming as it hit the headboard. Blinking to try to clear the spots from his vision, he glanced up at Poe, swallowing again nervously.

"Y-Yeah..." he finally managed to say. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter, Magica would take her happiness no matter what he did. But he had agreed to it already, and there was no turning back.

Poe was not as naïve as Magica - there could always be a spark of hope or rebellion in a prisoner. Best to quash it at any given moment. He had no delusions about love and loyalty when it came to toys - and that's all Donald was.

"Good. We understand each other."

With that out of the way, now they could relax and enjoy the time they had together. With a little sigh, he released Donald, and then leaned down to begin kissing his chest. He'd give Donald a few moments to recover from the "attack", but not much.

He shivered a little at the light touches, and the reminder that he was naked while the sorcerer was still dressed made him feel even more vulnerable.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he was a bit scared. It was easier with Magica, as bad as it was, because he knew what he was doing with women. But he'd never been...involved with men before, and being in such unfamiliar territory left him a little helpless.

It didn't help that Poe was clearly experienced, able to pull a reaction from him despite the rough treatment. That coupled with the fact that Poe was actually more intimidating than Magica, and Donald was left with little choice but to submit to the sorcerer's whims.

Poe's mouth began to travel south, still leaving soft little kisses in his wake. As evil as he was, he still enjoyed having his partners be pleasured - if only as a boost to his own ego. After all, the poor soul had the wonderful luck to be enjoyed by Poe De Spell! What greater honor could there be?

"I'm still hungry," he purred as his lips began to trace along Donald's thighs, and it was clear what his next move would be. "I do hope you can satiate my appetite."

Another shiver passed through his body, his breathing growing a bit more strained as the touches tingled against his skin, sending familiar sensations that pooled in his core.

He knew what the other wanted...because as much as he hated himself for it, it's what his body wanted too.

No objections. Just complete obedience. Very good. Magica had trained him well. Poe would never completely lower his guard around Donald, but at least it made things easier.

He nuzzled the hardening flesh between Donald's legs, before taking him into his mouth, sucking slowly.

He groaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets beneath him as his arched slightly, the feeling of the wet warmth pulling him in causing him to harden even more.

Poe's ego only continued to rise - stiff already? Ah, yes Poe De Spell was truly incredible.

He cupped Donald's hips and began moving his mouth back and forth, dragging his beak along the delicious taste. He took special care of the tip, swirling his tongue around it and trying to keep his eyes on Donald's changing face.

He groaned, the feeling sending shocks of heat up through his body. He squirmed a bit, but with Poe holding down his hips he couldn’t move for the motion and extra heat that his body needed.

Poe could feel Donald move underneath him, and squeezed his hips playfully. Ah, this was a sweet torture, wasn't it? He wondered if he could make Donald beg.

He pulled back just enough to focus solely on the tip, suckling lightly, holding it upright with one hand.

Donald gave a needy whine as the wet warmth was pulled back until only the tip of his member was getting attention. He tried to push further in, but was still being held down, and his body was growing desperate for more.

Music to his ears. They always gave in, it couldn't be helped. Wonderful as Magica was, there were some things she just couldn't perfect, since she was a woman - and who could understand a man better than another one?

Poe decided to give Donald mercy, and enveloped his whole being into his mouth again, leaving nothing behind. He even eased his grips on Donald's hips, giving his rump a playful squeeze.

Donald released a shuddering breath, his insides twisting with heat as he was taken whole. He tensed a bit at the light squeeze to his backside, sending a brief flare of pain from earlier, but it wasn’t enough to prevent him from starting to rock his hips, now that he was able to move a bit more.

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