Page 80 of Garden of Poisoned Delights

“Yes,” Lazaros moaned, gasping for breath as Levi pulled his head back to make him ease up. “Yes, more, please, please–”

Levi hummed. “The toy makes a lot of noise.”

Iason gave something that was half a moan, half a laugh, but he too seemed more aware of the magic now that Levi was keeping Lazaros from deep-throating him again. “Maybe your turn to—use that toy.”

Levi clearly had an easier time with the objectification than Iason, but that was all right. Part of their balance, he supposed. “We need more than that. We need both of us together.”

“We do, yes,” Lazaros said, dazed, and his pitch-black eyes were glowing like lit onyx, shining with the magic that was growing once more, a miasma of lust that made Levi think about pretty young sacrifices left for him, naked and trembling and tied to a rock. His mouth watered, teeth sharpening, fingers going a little too tight in Lazaros’ hair. “Do you want its mouth or to fuck its ass?”

The objectification is all for Lazaros, who had a hand on his cock between them while they talked about how they were going to do it, and that at least kept the magic dimmed enough to work out the details of what Levi was really asking—is it all right if I fuck him, I won’t if you don’t want me to.

But Iason might have been just as turned on as Levi—perhaps not at Lazaros’ level, but Levi couldn’t blame him, anyone would be this excited to be between them, sex magic completely unnecessary.

“I can see your ego, dragon,” Iason said, but there was obvious fondness in his gruff voice. “Getting worse by the second, aye?”

“Aye,” Levi said, and Iason’s much-beloved sneer of a smile flashed for just a second before they both looked at Lazaros.

“Do whatever you want to me,” Lazaros said dreamily, head thrown back, stroking his cock. “I’m only a toy to be used.”

Levi’s brows went up at that. It seemed the young mage’s shyness had evaporated completely under the effects of the magic, but maybe that was just the prospect of being fucked between them. Whether one caused the other didn’t really matter all that much, Levi knew Lazaros was enjoying himself, and would also enjoy what was going to happen next.

Levi could feel Iason watching as he pressed inside Lazaros, the tight head around his cock pulling a groan from deep within his chest. It felt good, the magic giving an added little electric spark that roused Levi even more. It wasn’t just the magic, though—watching Iason fuck Lazaros’s throat, Iason watching him as he drew Lazaros back on his cock, was intoxicating. He was beginning to see why Astra liked fucking multiple versions of his companion in dreams. Maybe he’d ask his brother to send one of him and multiple Iasons, or Iason could have one with several of him. In fact, perhaps Astra would send him a dream of him fucking multiple Iasons and himself. That would be enjoyable.

As this was enjoyable, fucking Lazaros, who was fucking himself back on Levi’s cock and trying not to let Iason’s cock out of his mouth while he did it. He was moaning, speaking delightfully filthy things as he was filled up, and the magic’s pulse was growing fainter as the sounds of skin-on-skin filled the chamber.

“Is that how you look when you’re taking me?” Iason asked, pupils dilated, hips shifting as he fucked Lazaros’s mouth, no need now for Levi’s assistance. “Don’t say you—don’t know, I’ve seen you look in the mirror, dragon.”

“Then you should know,” Levi said, his voice heavy with his dominance and something else, the deep rumble of thunder, a dragon’s roar.

“It’s working,” Iason gasped, clearly nearing his peak as he grabbed Lazaros’s head, thrusting wildly, control slipping.

Levi could tell—as he neared his own release, he could feel the pulse of the magic slowly begin to swirl, like water going down a drain or a whirlpool in the open ocean, moving faster but beginning to fall apart as it reached the singularity, just as Levi, Lazaros and Iason reached their own release.

It was Lazaros who came first, his body shaking between them as he fell apart from Levi’s relentless thrusts and his own hand, which he was thrusting into every time Levi pushed him forward to choke on Iason’s cock. He shouted his pleasure, spilling onto the floor, and Levi knew it would work when they were finished, so he concentrated on the way Iason looked as he stroked his cock, hard and fast.

“Come on his face.”

Iason blinked at him, his voice just as rough as Levi’s own. “Is that—for the magic?”

“No,” Levi admitted. “I just want to watch you.”

Iason’s smile flashed again, and then he groaned softly. Iason came over Lazaros’s face, which looked as blissful as it did messy. Levi took his hips in a hard grip, pulling him back on his cock as he thrust harder, harder, watching every time he drew his cock out to thrust back in.

“Aye, and I want to watch you, dragon,” Iason said, spent, tucking himself away and fixing his clothes. “Go on, let me see you. Fill that toy up for me, aye?”

That was enough to push him over the edge, and Levi groaned as he ground his cock into Lazaros, spilling hot inside of him. It felt good, and it was very clear when he withdrew that the sex had done what it was meant to do in more ways than one—they were all satisfied, and the magic had dissipated, and that meant Levi was overcome by a sudden, possessive need to mark his territory.

Levi only had to twitch his tunic down, and he crossed to Iason, taking him by the neck and pulling him in for a biting, hot kiss. “You looked good fucking him, but you’re mine.”

“I know.” Iason kissed him back, biting just as hard as Levi. “And you’re mine.” He looked over at Lazaros, and there was the twist of his scars again, a smile. “He’s acting like a dragon, don’t take it personally.”

Lazaros, who was a pile on the floor, blinked hazy eyes, no longer glowing, just their usual pitch black. He grinned, waving a hand. “I’m not. Really.”

“Well,” Levi said, holding a hand out to Lazaros to help him stand. “Let’s go see our prize.”

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The three of them stood in silence as they beheld the object on the pedestal, with a letter sealed with wax propped up beside it.

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