Minions
Lucas
“We’re ready.” Talon’s words hung in the air, resounding with finality.
Before I could comprehend the weight of our decision, Dominic rose to his feet and scooped me up into his arms with surprising ease.
“What the..” I squeaked, caught off guard by his sudden movement
“I think we’ll be more comfortable in a bed,” Dominic replied, his voice a mix of seriousness and mischief as he carried me toward the small hallway. His confidence was reassuring, yet the flutter in my stomach wasn’t just from my injury—it was anticipation mixed with nerves.
“Which way, tiger?” Dominic asked, pausing at the entrance to the hall.
I shook my head at the new nickname; I’ve gone from fuzzy bunny to tiger. I was a little terrified and amused at what he’d call me next. “Right. My room’s at the end of the hall to the right.”
Talon moved ahead of us and opened the door, allowing Dominic to enter and take me straight to my bed. He laid me down gently, but I still hissed. The wound still ached, and I hated that our first time together would be rushed because of it.
“Are you okay?” Talon asked softly, hurrying to my side.
I looked up at his beautiful green eyes. It was then I realized that Talon already had his shirt—no scratch, he was already naked. My eyes widened, and I drank in his masculine beauty. I had caught glimpses of him the first night we met, but this was so much better.
A soft chuckle pulled me from my thoughts. “Like what you see, tiger?”
I jerked my gaze to Dominic before blushing and turning away.
“It’s okay. I love that you’re attracted to me. Because I feel the same about you,” Talon said, leaning forward and kissing my lips.
I moaned at his sweet flavor, and my shaft hardened. After weeks of wanting to taste his lips, I finally was.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Dominic observed, his tone a mixture of approval and desire.
Encouraged by Dominic’s words, Talon deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cradle my face gently. The world seemed to narrow down to the sensation of his lips on mine, each touch sending waves of warmth through me.
I writhed underneath him as my arousal pulsed through my body. I was kissing my mate. Things couldn’t get better — but they could.
Suddenly, another set of lips joined ours, adding an extra layer to the kiss. It was my first time kissing two people at once, and though it felt awkward, the thrill was undeniable. Dominic brought a unique flavor that intensified the experience, driving my arousal even higher.
As much as I loved kissing my mates—finally—a throb of pain dulled my arousal. I reluctantly pushed them back. Confusion clouded Dominic and Talon’s expressions as they stared down at me.
“I want more,” I whispered breathlessly, the intensity of my desire mixing with the sharp sting of pain.
Twin grins answered me. “More you shall have,” Dominic replied as he jumped from the bed, threw off his shirt, and pushed down his pants.
My eyes widened, and I licked my lips at the sight of his beautiful cock. It had to be at least eight inches and curved up to the right. I couldn’t wait; I needed to feel him in my mouth. I leaned up and pushed through the pain on my back before I crawled to the edge of the bed.
Dominic stared at me and watched my every movement. His dick twitched the closer I got. Locking my gaze with him, I gave him a teasing lick, savoring the initial taste. Dominic’s sharp intake of breath spurred me on, and I wrapped my lips around his throbbing shaft. His skin was smooth, and as much as I loved the flavor of his kiss, his precum tasted like ambrosia.
I moaned and took him further down my throat, allowing my tongue to memorize his beautiful shaft. Dominic groaned above me and ran his hands through my hair. Soon, I found a beautiful rhythm, sliding up and down. Movement caught my attention, and I slowed my actions. Talon was lying back against the headboard, stroking his cock. His eyes locked on the scene before him. Talon’s dick was a little smaller than Dominic’s but had more girth. I looked forward to tasting him, too.
“That’s it, baby, take him all the way down—fucking beautiful,” Talon encouraged, his voice thick with arousal.
I did as Talon instructed and took Dominic deep into my throat until I had him all the way down. Dominic cried out about me. “Fucking hell! You have no gag reflex. Fuck yes.”
I grinned around his shaft and pulled back slowly before taking him down to the root again. Dominic’s moans filled the room as he set the pace, his hands fisting my hair, guiding each thrust with increasing urgency. Each time I took him fully, he paused, savoring the depth.
I was so lost in the sensation, I let out a muffled yelp as I felt a finger enter my hole.
“Easy, baby,” Talon soothed as he gently explored, his touch tentative yet insistent.
Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed the loss of my pants until I felt the cool air and the rough texture of torn fabric against my skin. Talon had made quick work of them, leaving only threads as evidence of what once was.
I moaned again as Talon pushed deep into my hole. At the same time, Dominic thrusted forward and filled my mouth. This was amazing; the two worked in tandem, one fucking my mouth and the other stretching my hole.
“I think you’re ready, baby,” Talon’s words filled the room, but I didn’t comprehend them. I was lost in my mates. I moaned in reply, and I guess he took that as a good thing because I stilled and slid Dominic’s cock from my mouth. I cried in pain and pleasure as Talon pushed inside me. He was so large I didn’t know how he was doing what he was doing. I squeezed my eyes as I felt his cock slide inside my chute.
“Fuck…so big,” I panted.
“You’re doing great, tiger,” Dominic encouraged, his voice soothing. He leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming mix.
The kiss muddled my senses further; the pain, the pleasure, the sheer ecstasy melded into an indescribable experience. Each thrust, each touch, each kiss drove me closer to a brink I had never before approached.
Talon stilled behind me. “You did it. You took me. Fuck you’re so tight.”
I breathed deeply several times, adjusting to his huge dick. “Move,” I rasped as soon as I felt ready.
Talon needed no further encouragement. He slid back and slammed into me; soon, he was thrusting in and out of me, and I loved it. My arousal pulsed through me. Not to be outdone by Talon, Dominic rose and slid his dick back into my mouth.
They were fucking me, and I loved it! I never imagined being split-roasted; hell, I never bottomed, but here I was doing both. Talon changed the angle of his thrust, and I cried out in pleasure.
“Found it!” he yelled as he thrust the spot again. It was overwhelming—the sensation of coming close, the urge to cry out, and the sheer pleasure—it all blended into one. Talon masterfully hit my prostate again and again while Dominic’s rhythm in my mouth synchronized with Talon’s thrusts. I was utterly theirs, surrendered to their desires and my own overwhelming sensations.
Talon’s cock pulsed within me, his thrusts growing increasingly erratic. He gripped my waist, driving into me with reckless abandon. I sensed he was close to climax, and I was right. With a primal scream, Talon leaned over my back, his teeth finding my shoulder and sinking in sharply. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending me over the edge. I howled in response, my entire body tensing as ecstasy overwhelmed me.
As I climaxed, Talon stilled behind me, his release flooding me with warmth. His breaths were hot against my skin, ragged and satisfied. We remained locked together, the intensity of the moment leaving us both spent and momentarily silent.
But the quiet didn’t last. “My turn,” Dominic said, a determined glint in his eyes. I nodded in anticipation.
With a groan, I felt Talon’s cock slide from me as he made way for Dominic. Swiftly positioning himself, Dominic entered me, his approach smoother but no less intense, his movements precise and calculated. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to elicit maximum pleasure.
Dominic growled low, flipping me onto my back. “I want to see you,” he murmured, lifting my legs for deeper penetration. The new angle intensified every sensation, and I cried out, overwhelmed. Dominic leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, syncing his thrusts with the rhythm of our kiss.
With a final deep thrust, Dominic stilled, his breath hot against my neck. As he reached his climax, he, too, marked me, his teeth sinking into the same spot Talon had claimed. The double sensation of pain and pleasure triggered another orgasm, tearing through me.
Gasping for breath, I felt the bed shift as Talon stood, his presence looming over us. He stroked himself a few final times before releasing over both Dominic and me, his roar filling the room.
Exhausted, Talon collapsed beside us, his breaths heavy. Dominic turned to him, offering a tender, affirming kiss, then turned back to me, his lips meeting mine in a promise of endless connections.
At that moment, surrounded by my mates, I felt a profound sense of completion. My rabbit hummed with contentment inside me. “We’re mated,” Talon whispered into the quiet of the room.
He was right. I felt an unbreakable connection with Dominic and Talon, a certainty that we were made for each other. I opened my mouth to speak, to affirm our bond, but my words were cut short by Dominic’s sudden roar. Startled, I watched as he quickly slipped out of me and stood up.
A strange wind whipped through the room, unnatural and charged, as lightning seemed to flash from the walls themselves. I didn’t understand what was happening. An electric energy crackled, zapping around us—it tickled rather than hurt, painting the room with streaks of various colors. I glanced at Talon, his expression as wide-eyed and baffled as I felt.
Dominic roared again, and this time, he seemed to draw the electric energy towards himself, letting out a cry that sounded both pained and powerful. “What the fuck is happening?” I murmured; my voice lost in the chaos. Talon started to rise, perhaps to aid Dominic, but stopped as Dominic let out another scream, and a blinding light engulfed him.
I shielded my eyes against the intense brightness. As the light finally subsided, I lowered my arms slowly, my eyes widening in disbelief.
Where Dominic had stood, there was now a creature of unimaginable beauty. His transformation was complete, revealing a form that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The Dominic I knew was gone, replaced by a being that seemed as ancient and powerful as time itself.
Dominic’s impressive stature seemed even more pronounced, his skin a deep, obsidian hue that shimmered with an iridescent sheen, reflecting the room’s erratic light.
From his back, two large, raven-black wings unfurled, their span wide and imposing. At first glance, they appeared feathered, but a closer look revealed their true nature—more akin to the wings of a bat, structured yet fluid. His eyes, the same captivating green, now glowed with an intensified luminescence that illuminated the dimly lit room.
Dominic’s physique, already muscular in his human form, now seemed sculpted from the night itself, each muscle defined and accentuated. Around his waist, a simple loincloth made of dark, ethereal fabric fluttered with his movements as if alive. But it was his jet-black hair that captivated me. It cascaded down to his lower back and seemed to emit small wisps of dark smoke that disappeared into the air.
In short, he was beautiful.
“Beautiful,” Talon whispered, echoing the awe that held me spellbound.
Dominic focused his gaze on Talon. “You’re not afraid?”
Talon shook his head, but I was the one who answered, “No, you’re not scary. Talon is right, you’re beautiful.”
Dominic opened his mouth to reply, but the wind and banging outside stopped his words. Shit, I’d forgotten about the hurricane. Our phone alerts shrieked from the other room. The sound of the train was back. Fuck, did we have to fight again?
Dominic growled softly before raising his hand and snapping. Light enveloped us once again and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt myself moving, being lifted, but I was too scared to look.
“You can open your eyes,” Dominic’s deep voice coaxed.
I slowly opened my eyes, and they widened on their own accord. “Holy shit!”
We were in a large room which could only be described as opulent. Gold trimmed the dark obsidian walls. Orange lights seemed to filter on the giant golden chandlers. I looked down, and I was dressed in a black and gold tunic but seated on a large black chair. I glanced at Talon, and he was dressed like me and, like me, was also seated on a black chair—no, not a chair, a throne.
“Where….” Words failed me as I took in the surroundings that seemed straight out of a myth or a dream.
“We’re in my—” Dominic’s words were cut off as the large door to the room banged in, and several creatures poured in.
The room was suddenly filled with an eclectic and vibrant crowd of creatures, each one unique in form and hue. They ranged from small, wiry figures with sharp, angular horns protruding from their foreheads to larger, more imposing figures draped in scales that shimmered under the chamber’s ornate lighting. Some had wings—ethereal, feathered appendages that fluttered excitedly; others sported leathery wings that folded neatly against their backs.
Their skin tones were a palette of the supernatural: deep purples, vibrant greens, fiery reds, and earthy browns. Their eyes, glowing with various shades of neon, scanned the room eagerly until they landed on Dominic. A ripple of excitement passed through them as murmurs and whispers filled the air.
Their expressions were animated with joy, and as they approached, their excitement was palpable. Some bowed deeply, others spread their wings in grand gestures of welcome, and a few of the smaller ones bounced on their toes, unable to contain their delight at seeing Dominic restored to his true form. Each minion, in their own unique way, expressed fervent loyalty and joy at the return of their prince.
One of the demons, the one that bounced on his toes, stepped forward. He bowed low before squealing, “My Lord, you’ve returned. We’re so happy to see you!”
“Who are they?” Asked another one as he pointed to Talon and me.
“Oh…. Are they for everyone?” The bouncing one asked.
Dominic roared, and I jerked back in my seat as the sound reverberated across the great hall.
The chatter and joy that had filled the room seconds before ceased immediately.
The two creatures that spoke dropped to the floor, prostrating themselves before their master.
“These men are my Du?a,” Dominic growled through clenched teeth. “Any that even thinks of touching them will die.”
A chorus of “Yes, master” quickly filled the room.
Dominic opened his mouth to continue, but stopped as another man entered the room. This, a human man or at least in the form of one.
“Jorin,” Dominic said regally.
The man, Jorin, went to his knee and brought a fist to his chest. “My Lord, congratulations on your return and mating.”
Dominic tilted his head. “Rise, my faithful minion.”
Jorin rose to his feet, and I could swear I could see tears forming in his pale eyes. Why was he crying? What was his deal? Shit, was he in love with Dominic?
I was so lost in my own thoughts that Jorin’s loud shout startled me.
“You heard our master. Prepare the master suite and a meal; tonight, we welcome home our prince.”
The room quickly emptied. As the last minion exited, Jorin turned and bowed his head. “Congratulations again. I look forward to getting to know your Du?a. I’ll ensure everything is ready.”
With those words, he turned on his heel and quickly left.
“Who was that?” I blurted as soon as he was gone.
“Where are we?” Talon asked at the same time.
“That was Jorin, the captain of my guard. He stayed by my side all this time,” Dominic explained, a mix of pride and nostalgia in his tone. “And this,” he gestured around, “is my home, in the nether realm.”
Holy fuck! We’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. We’re on another plane of existence.