3. Santanos
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SANTANOS
Sliding Edovard’s cock into my achingly empty hole is like slipping into my favorite robe—a comfort and relief after days of fasting. The retreat where the council spends the time between the solstice and the new year renewing the magic that fuels the wards of the avatars, harbingers, and other protected persons is always a challenge for me. It’s a fast every year, and coming home, summoned by my minions into a feast of lust and love, is always the highlight.
This year, Edovard’s magic feeds me and refills my hollowness faster than I’ve ever experienced. His orgasm the moment of my reappearance filled me up, and every drop of the offering from my minions is simple, exquisite excess—a five-star decadent dessert I don’t need but can’t say no to.
Standing a step up from Edovard, I pull Gregory’s mouth onto my cock, feeding him exactly what he needs. He’s been my cocksucker for a hundred years, and his enjoyment of having my cock in his mouth has only grown as the years have progressed. The man is the master of my cock—he can work an orgasm out of me faster than anyone—but his true skill is how he can keep me on the edge for hours without the orgasm, without it becoming more pain than pleasure, sometimes without me even realizing how much time has passed.
With the reverence of a worshiper, he kisses my shaft, holding it like a sacred relic. I love this man, more than I think he knows no matter how often I tell him. My mate behind me nuzzles my neck and rocks in and out of me. He knows we’re not in a hurry; this is pure extravagance, and while he may not word it that way, he can see that I’m refilled now, that I want this, that the need in me is only emotional from missing my men while I was away.
The love and lust build around us. Hassan reaches around my mate, taking my hand in his. I’m surrounded by my men, the lovers I’m going to spend the rest of my eternity with. Time loses its power over us, it slows to a crawl, matching the pace of Edovard’s easy thrusts. The crescendo of our arousal builds through patience as Edovard sucks small love bites into my shoulders and neck and plays with the piercings in my nipples. At the height of his dance, when I’m teetering on a razor’s edge between pain and ecstasy, Edovard hits me with the full force of his love and desire, spinning me out into the stratosphere. The ropes of my magic connected to every person on the roof tie them up and bring them with me, sending up a feast of magic, lust, and ritual that in years past would have refilled the emptiness but tonight makes me fat with excess.
The collective orgasm fills me to bloating, and greed tempts me to take more, but my love, Edovard, grounds me in temperance again, pulls out of me, and scoops me into his arms, kissing me like I’m the love of his life, because I am.
When he releases my lips, he huffs a happy sigh into my hair. “I missed you.”
“I missed you as well, my love.”
“We have to do this every year?” he asks to confirm.
“Yes, unfortunately, for as long as I’m the Avatar of Evil.”
He lifts his face from my hair to look me in the eye. “Seeing you again is the best, but missing you is the worst.”
“Distance is said to make the heart grow fonder,” I tease him.
He hesitates, and Hassan leans in, nuzzling his ear. “Being apart is supposed to make you feel more love for the person you’re missing.”
Edovard smiles and leans into Hassan’s affection. “Oh. I don’t think I love you more, I just missed you. I already loved you with my whole self,” he explains as Gregory joins the group snuggle, pressing in at my back.
He snorts derisively. “Human sayings don’t mean shit to the rest of us. We’re perfectly capable of loving without having to be separated from our people.”
We won’t mention that he refused to tell the man he’s desperately in love with that he loved him until Edovard forced him to. We don’t talk about how he refuses to acknowledge that he’s mated to a Hell dragon. We just let him be his grumpy self and only tease him a little.
“That’s true,” Edovard agrees. “What happens now? Is it bedtime? My grandma always made me go to bed after the song.”
“The minions will party until the wee hours of the morning, but we can leave if you want. The DJ is getting ready to restart the music,” I reply, suppressing the urge to kill every time my mate mentions his grandmother.
I understand she did the best she could under the circumstances, but if I could kill that woman, I would. She’s lucky she’s already dead. Her granddaughter lived long enough to learn that the Avatar of Evil has no forgiveness for anyone who mistreats his mate. I still haven’t forgiven her for how she treated Edovard, and I never will. She’s dead, at my pleasure by the hand of my assassin, and Edovard will never know that. I will never tell him, and neither will any of the people who know. He’s too soft-hearted to understand my need for revenge for how he’s been treated by the people who were meant to love him, and I don’t need to ruin his heart more than I already have.
“I think it would be fun to dance for a while. You missed the dancing before. Gregory got a little grumpy with the minions I was dancing with, but he should be good now, right?” He looks at Gregory pointedly.
Gregory narrows his eyes at him. “If you think I’m ever going to be ok sharing you with the minions—”
Edovard leans over and interrupts him with a kiss. “It’s ok for me to dance with my friends, Gregory, but I also want to dance with you, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
I chuckle and lean over to kiss Gregory as well. “Hello, my love,” I greet him softly.
His grumpy expression gives way to a smirk that quirks his lips on the left side. “Hello, master. How was your retreat?”
“Oh yeah. Did you have fun in the mountains?” Edovard asks curiously.
“I did enjoy the skiing,” I admit. “The slopes of the Alps are lovely, and it turns out that having Romily there made things infinitely more interesting than years past. I’m sure he’ll be happy to tell you all about it when you see him tomorrow at brunch.”
“We’re still going to that?” Gregory grumps with a disgusted sneer.
Edovard gives our boyfriend an affectionate smile. “We’re having pancakes with blueberry syrup from the garden. You love those.”
Gregory’s grunt is drowned out by the DJ’s voice. “Welcome home, Master Santanos. Would you like to address your minions before we start the music back up?”
The minions cheer for a speech, and I extricate myself from Edovard, turning to face a roof full of my minions in various states of undress. They’re used to working with me in the nude, and my own lack of clothing doesn’t deter me from taking center stage.
“Hello, beloved friends and family!” I call to them, waving at a few of the excitable members of the crowd. There’s perhaps two hundred minions on the roof with us, which surely violates fire codes, but we’re evil, so of course we’re violating codes for this party. “Thank you for the warm welcome home. I missed you all, and I am happy to return ready for a new year full of success for the cause of evil. I’ve spent the last week meditating on all your success this past year, on the programs you’ve implemented, and on the potential for evil that you hold in your hands every day. Starting tomorrow, we’re going to take this year by storm, and that will start with each of you committing to one evil New Year’s Resolution, but that’s tomorrow’s project. Tonight, we party, dance, and fuck! Happy New Year, minions!”
A roar of applause, whistles, and shouting goes up from my minions, then the DJ starts the music again, and the night commences with us ringing in the New Year right.