Page 41 of Dark Master's Redemption

“Do it. Hold me close,” I say now as Quinn shudders. I feel how Lucca grips Quinn’s throat more firmly, holding him steady with a gentle choke.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ariana, or make it so you can’t breathe.” Quinn is tentative, even as he writhes to my next lick and Lucca’s coordinated, deep stroke.

“I’ll tap out if I need to.” I lick him again, deep and slow, so it has him moving in a fluid wave as he arches back into Lucca now.

“Gods… just don’t stop.” Quinn is breathing hard now as he strokes his hand over my hair, then traps my head with his palm. For some reason, I love it, as I feel Lucca master Quinn and Quinn hold me.

But what I’m really doing, is Mastering Quinn along with Lucca as I lick Quinn deep and slow now as he writhes and gasps. He shakes as his legs grip and clench, and his butt grips now, along with his abs.

Fucking himself into Lucca’s hand as he fills my mouth with his balls.

I don’t stop licking now, as things really get going between us. As the Music ratchets up yet again, singing with even purer harmonies than before, I get my fingers in a lock around Quinn’s balls like a cock ring. Then I lick deep, and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

And suck and suck and suck.

Quinn cries out, as Lucca works him hard also now, making the most of what I’m doing. Lucca leaves off gripping Quinn’s throat to wrap a strong arm around his middle now, as Quinn jolts and bucks, and thrusts.

He’s losing it in the best possible way. We coordinate now, Lucca and I, through the bond as we suck, stroke, and touch Quinn.

Quinn heaves between us, crying out and then growling like an animal as he loses all control, thrusting and moving in a hard wave now between us. But we have him, and we’re not going to let go until he comes to our seduction, and comes hard. I feel that knowledge move through all three of us now as Quinn finally surrenders to what we’re doing.

Screaming out all of the pain and pleasure of his terrible, diabolical past now—as we work to release him.

It goes on a long while. At first, I feel fear at what Quinn’s doing, as he screams and screams to our fucking. But I know it’s what he needs, as I feel all the horror and pain of what Emiliana DiClario and others like her did to him wash away with each and every scream—being replaced by true love for us, as his heart opens at last.

Because Quinn has gone through hell and back, as our dark Master faces his redemption. As Lucca and I master him, working him, touching him, and loving him to our endless being, it’s like a terrible poison is pulled right out of Quinn’s heart and hurled into the ether to dissipate.

As it does, the Music thunders between us, a hundredfold.

Then blossoms into a pure sigil of Ascendant Music as Quinn comes hard, and roars.

Quinn loses it, sobbing in our arms as I sit up, cradling him as he falls forward on me, shaking. He’s screaming, roaring, gasping, even laughing, as Lucca cradles him close now from behind, holding him with me as Quinn finally finds true release.

As his beautiful dark-bright magic surges out in an endless wave from his spine, ringing into that Ascendant Sigil blazing in the air, I see how his magnificent wings of magic are curled all through with fire. His aura and the sigil blaze bright and dark, and all colors now as the gold and red in his sun’s corona shine like a simmering sunset.

Because Quinn’s not just expressing his power now, but all the beauty he hides deep within. The tender, deeply loving heart he always thought was a weakness.

But only because someone who was cruel taught him to think so.

As Quinn collapses in my arms, spent, the sigil flashes out with him. Lucca and I take him down to the bed and I cuddle close to his front as Lucca spoons his back. Breathing quietly, I might have thought Quinn was asleep from how deeply he released just now, except his eyes are open as he stares at me.

I’m not sure if he’s staring at me, or at the endless universe as he breathes softly in our cuddle. But then his eyes spark with fire like ancient suns as he takes a quick breath.

And watches something far beyond us in the otherworld.

“I see them, Ariana…” he says, as he stares not at me but beyond me, into space. “I see the Ascendant’s Sigils… waiting in the otherworld to be produced by the Music whenever we harmonize and create.”

“You see potential Sigils, not manifested yet?” Lucca asks as he lays behind Quinn. He moves up to one elbow, kissing Quinn’s ear sweetly, though his blue eyes pin mine.

Aware, and intense.

“What are they doing?” I ask, curious about what Quinn’s seeing but also amazed he can see such things in the otherworld. Even when I was trying my hardest with Master Ilyov’s teaching, all I could see was when a particular sigil began to manifest with our Music, and try to move through into the physical world.

“They’re… singing.” Quinn’s eyes trace movement, ancient stars in them. “They’re… calling to me.”

“How are they calling to you?” I reach to touch his face, trying to feel what he’s experiencing through our bond, though it’s muddled.

As if this is something for Quinn alone to experience.

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