happilyeverbeginning | 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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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."

"Your loss." A tiny twinge to Poe's pride, but he'd get over it. He backed up, just so he could start turning Donald over, not even giving him any time to wait.

A sharp inhale as he was flipped over, just realizing that the sorcerer meant immediately. He couldn't help tensing just a bit, the presence looming behind him making him feel nervous once again.

Why wait for the best part? Poe leaned down, rubbing his hips up to Donald's rear - pleasuring Donald clearly gotten him excited. As Poe began to settle in place, he leaned forward to kiss the back of Donald's neck.

Donald shuddered a little, feeling the throbbing heat behind him. Part of the problem with looking away from Poe was that he wouldn't be able to really prepare for whenever the sorcerer entered him, and he wouldn't know how fast or slow the other wanted to go until he started.

Donald made his choice, now he'd have to live with it. After a few more quick kisses, Poe wasted no time suddenly and abruptly thrusting into Donald, groaning in ecstasy.

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.

Donald gave a sharp cry, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as his body burned at the sudden intrusion.

He felt more than heard Magica's return, and his face burned hotter knowing that she was there watching.

Either Poe didn't notice his sister watching, or simply didn't care. He thrust hard and quick - nice as it would have been to go easy and enjoy himself, Donald simply felt too good. It was like being unable to stop eating a delicious meal despite feeling full. He held onto Donald's hips tightly, breathing hard.

Magica smiled as she kept her eyes on Donald, licking her lips.

Donald whimpered, each thrust sending a rush of searing heat burning through his body. Despite everything, he started rocking his hips in time with Poe's, trying to alleviate some of the pressure and bring him to his climax sooner.

And still somehow, a part of him felt ashamed, embarrassed as Magica continued to witness his actions as Poe loomed over him.

Poe, for his part, took it as Donald enjoying himself. Though if he knew the truth, that Donald was just trying to speed things along, he wouldn't care. He matched Donald's rhythm, and even began moaning Donald's name, long but softly. A sound to follow Donald even in his nightmares.

Hearing his name spoken in that voice sent another shiver through his body, hitting something deep inside of him. Even though he hated this, even though he felt ashamed for what he was doing, he knew that this was going to be his life now.

They were never going to let him go.

Not until he was good and dead - and maybe not even then. They were sorcerers with dark magic, after all.

As Poe felt his climax nearing, only now did he try to slow down to make it last, as if he'd realized he was hurrying things alone. It was probably too late, but he made the effort anyway, groaning before biting down on his lip.

Donald whimpered, the sudden change in pace somehow even worse than before. Going slower meant he could feel every inch of Poe moving in and out of him, the feeling rippling through him.

At least it wouldn't be for far too longer - despite Poe's attempt, he still wound up climaxing sooner than he'd like. Ah well - it'd still been an enjoyable time, and they'd have plenty more in the future.

He stayed in a little longer, and only then realized they weren't alone. "Ah... Magica. Why didn't you say something?"

"I was loathe to interrupt a good time." Magica replied cheerfully.

He shudders, feeling the sorcerer's heat rushing through him. He takes a few ragged breaths, glad that it was over, at least for the meantime.

Hearing Magica speak up though has the embarrassment burn through him again, though. While he'd known that she'd been there, knowing how much she'd seen was even more humiliating.

Poe climbed off of Donald, sighing as he sat next to him on the bed. "I just wanted to make sure he was good enough for you."

Magica clicked her tongue, getting up to approach Donald. She stroked his head, more like a pet than a person. "You know I never settle for anything less."

He shivered a little at the touch, letting out another shaky breath. Part of him was hoping they would be done by now, but with Magica back he somehow doubted it.

Magica frowned as she looked Donald over. "Hm... you've worn him all out! He won't be up and ready for ages!"

Poe winced, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Dearest apologies... but, well... you yourself kept going on about how good he is."

Magica sniffed, indignant. Her toys were not to be ripped at the seams so easily. So instead of having her own turn with Donald, she just took his head and draped it on her lap. "Until you can take better care of my things, I'm not leaving you alone with him."

Poe resisted an urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, sister."

Donald didn't resist as his head rested on Magica's lap, even though the action made him a bit uncomfortable. It was almost affectionate, which made the words feel even worse all things considered.

But he had to take whatever comfort he could get, and the fact that she wasn't taking a turn with him let him relax just a bit.

baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)

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