Chapter 13 Tropical Colours and Black Dragons #2
Mateo led us through a smaller and hidden footpath overgrown by jasmine. The aroma proved to be overwhelming and too intense. The scent made my head swim.
“Here we are.” Mateo unlocked a glass door, opened the portal, and gestured to us to enter a secluded patio.
Strange and unusual plant life encircled us.
Hellebores, which would have been difficult, if not impossible, to grow in the tropics, lined the walkway.
Their various waxy five-petaled flowers in shades of green, red, lilac, and spotted indigo created a stunning visual sight.
Of course, the black hellebore flower dotted the landscape, which made the more brightly coloured ones that much more vibrant.
In the trees, cascades of clamshell orchids with their black lips and green tentacle petals bloomed in profusion, along with several dark and thick hibiscus varieties.
There were tall plants with dark purple leaves, small plants which crept along the ground, all sporting dark petals and bright yellow centers.
“This is stunning!” Artur stared all around him.
“Well, I will take that as a compliment! Thank you, Artur.” Mateo smiled, then ran his fingers down Artur’s muscled arm.
Artur immediately glanced at me.
An interesting development. Were we a couple?
I could hardly say so, but did I feel some connection to Artur?
Absolutely. Should I have been jealous of another man’s affection and attention?
Probably. But I’d given up on jealousy years ago.
In my last few relationships, which were relatively short, I gave my partners free rein to have relations with whomever they chose.
After all, physical encounters within the witch community were frequent, and sex magic was a definite thing.
It hardly seemed wise to harbour attitudes of ownership on anything, never mind another human.
I smiled at Artur and nodded that I was comfortable with the interaction.
He visibly relaxed.
“Artur, I must say, I had no idea you were in such good shape,” Mateo spouted.
“Ah, thanks. I mean, I exercise, but not extensively.”
“Well, whatever you’re doing, it’s working. I try to get to the gym, but my responsibilities out here demand so much of my time.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I think you’re doing just fine for yourself.” Artur glanced at me.
Now, some might have said that flirting and sexual advances were highly manipulative, but we were in a bit of a bind. Getting what we needed was essential. If, by chance, a little tryst in a secret garden would net us the plant we needed for the Hurtados, who was I to stymie our chances?
Getting close to Mateo, I slipped my arm around his waist. Artur stared at me for a hot second, then redirected his gaze to Mateo.
“I mean, look at that cleft between your pectorals.” Artur ran a finger down the ridge between our plant keeper’s chest, which was also covered with dark hair.
To be fair, a potential threesome with Artur and Mateo was stirring things below.
“Oh, you two. I’m blushing. But surely the rest of your torso is just as astonishing,” Mateo said to Artur. “Let’s see.”
Artur deftly undid the sash tying his robes together.
As the panels of his garments came loose, Artur was set on full display, and his excitement became far too evident.
I reached down and cupped his hefty balls.
“Glorious, aren’t they?”
Mateo grabbed his rod and stroked it a few times. Artur quivered as his knees buckled.
“It’s been a very long time since I’ve had two beautiful men in my company,” Mateo said, turning as he glanced at me with devilish intentions. “And you? Would you also be so bold?”
“If there is one quality I cannot claim, it is shyness.” I slipped my garments off and stood naked before Mateo and Artur with a proud mast of happiness standing up at attention.
Mateo took me in his other hand. “This is quite impressive.”
“I believe it likes you.” A string of honey oozed from the tip of my cock. “But now, this is hardly fair with you still dressed!”
“Where are my manners?” Mateo let go of each of us and then disrobed.
The man was most likely in his mid-thirties. A bit of a hairy beast, but then, I quite enjoyed a hirsute pursuit.
I ran a hand over his chest and was surprised at how pumped up he was.
“Gods, that is a nice tool,” Artur said while fondling Mateo. “May I?”
“Please do,” Mateo responded breathily, a touch of desperation in his voice.
“I think this afternoon in the garden will be a very interesting romp,” I smirked. As Artur swallowed Mateo, I knelt down and eagerly sucked on Artur’s erection.
“I have to say, Cesar, this is a far better way to spend the afternoon than the paperwork that is waiting for me on my desk,” Mateo chuckled.
Before long, all three of us lay entwined together, tasting what each other had on offer, feeling every inch of skin, and fucking each other like wild dogs.
As we packed our newly acquired Black Dragon hibiscus into the back of the Jeep, Mateo came up to the vehicle to see us off.
“I certainly hope you come back and see me—often.”
“Was fun, wasn’t it?” I said.
“It was.” Mateo pulled us in closer as we were very near the attendant at the front gates. “I haven’t come that much, or that hard in years. I would very much like another visit sometime soon.”
I glanced at Artur, who simply smiled.
“Artur, I have a gift for you. It is a smaller cutting of Myrmecophila galeottiana, a lovely pinkish orchid that will bloom soon. You can see the new flower spike right here. It is rare around here, and they have many magical properties, one of which is steadying one’s power. I hope this helps you.”
“I don’t know what to say, Mateo, thank you. I’m terrible with plants, but I’ll be certain to give this a good home.” Artur took the delicate plant in both hands.
“I think we can give it a good home out on my terraza, if you wish to keep it there,” I suggested.
“In your gorgeous garden? That would be awesome!” Artur beamed.
“Well, there, it’s settled. Please, boys, come back and visit me soon.” Mateo waved, then spun around and wandered back toward the conservatory buildings.
We climbed into the Jeep, started it up, and began the journey back to the city.
We drove in silence for a while, until Artur started fidgeting.
“Everything okay?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Did that make you uncomfortable?”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, you and me, and then Mateo…” Artur got lost in his thoughts.
“I’m not entirely sure what you’re asking me, but you can ask anything you’d like.”
Artur blew out a long breath. “Okay, I was a little jealous of Mateo.”
“Goddess’ sake, why?” I was stunned; it was not the response I expected.
“At first, I didn’t want him touching you, but then I have no say in that, as we’re not a couple.”
“Not yet,” I said.
Artur’s head snapped as he turned to stare at me.
I chuckled.
“Would you want that, Artur?”
“Are you kidding me? Yes!” he said excitedly.
“Well, how about we start off by saying we’re dating. We can go from there.” I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed it gently. “I find you to be an amazing man, Artur Beaulieu, and I would love to get to know you much better.”
“This day couldn’t get any better.” Artur smiled as he stared out the side window. “But what about future visits with Mateo? Would you do that? Would you want to do that?”
“I think as long as we agree to it, sure. Let me say this: at my age, I’ve given up on being jealous or possessive.
It’s silly and a waste of emotions. If you want to have sex with others, I’m fine with that.
If you want to explore that together, that would be fun too.
Frankly, the time you choose to spend with me is the gift—that is what I cherish.
But then, would you be amenable to having the same attitude when it comes to me? ”
Artur squinted as he pondered the possibility.
“So, we’re dating, soon to maybe be boyfriends, but the possibility exists for each of us to have other relationships with or without the other’s involvement. Is that correct?”
“That sums it up nicely. Does that sound okay?” I asked, and I hoped it was. After all, I was a man of a certain age and not particularly healthy. Artur should have the opportunity to meet others and not be stuck caring for a doting old man.
“I think it sounds positively perfect.” Artur found the fold in my robes and let his hand wander until it found my cock, which was rock hard again. “I’d say this feels exactly as it should.” He gave me a squeeze and kept his hand there for our entire drive back to my place.
The plants were settled into the garden, but then the rest of the day was spent naked, fulfilling desires and needs.
The next few days would be difficult, and I would be relying on Artur heavily.