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 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.

Poe made sure to take it slow - full on thrusting would choke him. He tried to move in sync with Donald's moves, preparing himself for the inevitable finish. Donald likely had little experience in this area, so now it was best to go steady and take his time - which could be a sweet torment on its own.

Donald was very inexperienced with this, and while he'd certainly had sex before, this felt much different than anything he's ever done before. He wanted to move faster, to feel more friction to bring him even faster to the edge. But being held down kept him from reaching a more frenzied pace.

Poe could really fell Donald struggling underneath his grip. Hm. Hm hm hm~. He supposed he could try to trust the toy this time around...and if he failed, well! That's what punishments were for, right?

So Poe showed Donald mercy and finally let him go - allowing Donald to move however he pleased as Poe continued to suck.

There was just the slightest bit of hesitation as Poe's hands moved away, as if Donald didn't quite trust it. But as the sorcerer continued to suck on his length, it wasn't long before his hips started moving again, this time in a more hurried rhythm.

And soon, almost embarrassingly soon, , Donald's body tensed as he was pushed over the edge, giving a heated cry as he spilled into the other's waiting mouth.

Since he saw the increase of speed coming, Poe managed to back up just a bit so he wouldn't choke - and thus, he could handle the spill when it came. Sure, there was still a bit of a cough - came with the territory - but nothing he couldn't handle. He swallowed what he'd been given and sat up, wiping any remains off his beak with a smirk.

"Well, well, well." He commented once his throat was clear. "You lasted much longer than I expected. No wonder Magica sees something in you."

Donald took a few ragged breaths, the intense pleasure still coursing through his body and leaving him exhausted. He looked to Poe with half-lidded eyes, and while most people would enjoy the post-climax aftermath, he could only worry a bit about what was coming next.

Donald had every right to worry - seeing his "partner" in such throes of passion had stoked Poe's fire even more, both with lust and narcissism.

"Since you've been so good, I'll give you a choice." Poe leaned down, hands right besides Donald's head so they were nearly beak-to-beak. "You can look at me as I take you... or you can lay on your stomach."

Donald swallowed thickly, his heart hammering in his chest as Poe leaned in, so close. To be honest, neither option was too appealing to him, but he didn't get much of a say in that.

And if he had to choose...it would just be easier if he didn't have to look at him.

"I-I'll..." his voice cracked, hoarse from weariness, and his cheeks burned as cleared his throat and forced the words out. "I'll...lay on my stomach."

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