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happilyeverbeginning2021-05-10 08:54 pm
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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.
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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"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."
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He knew what the other wanted...because as much as he hated himself for it, it's what his body wanted too.
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He nuzzled the hardening flesh between Donald's legs, before taking him into his mouth, sucking slowly.
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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.
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He pulled back just enough to focus solely on the tip, suckling lightly, holding it upright with one hand.
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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.
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So Poe showed Donald mercy and finally let him go - allowing Donald to move however he pleased as Poe continued to suck.
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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.
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"Well, well, well." He commented once his throat was clear. "You lasted much longer than I expected. No wonder Magica sees something in you."
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"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."
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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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As if things couldn't get any worse, that is when Magica decided to re-enter the room. She was loathe to interrupt the party, so she casually took a seat to enjoy the show.
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He felt more than heard Magica's return, and his face burned hotter knowing that she was there watching.
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Magica smiled as she kept her eyes on Donald, licking her lips.
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