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Jayce stands on the steps of Medarda’s estate. The manor is old, though its presence makes it look like it was built only days ago. Its black bricks and Victorian features give off a dark and looming appearance, all of which seems to go unnoticed by the excited researcher.
Jayce knocks on the door. It opens, revealing a young woman in Edwardian maid attire. Jayce noted the cold and distant look in her eyes as she stared at him
“May I help you?” She asked, her voice as dull as the expression on her face.
“Yes.” Jayce answered excitedly. “I’m Jayce Talis from Piltover Academy.”
“Right this way,”
Jayce follows the maid inside and is immediately enamoured by the building's interior and decor.
“Follow me.” The maid instructed.
“Is it okay if I leave my bags here?” Jayce asked.
After not getting a response, Jayce turns around to see that the maid was already down the hall.
“Uh…okay…”
He drops his bags on the floor before quickly running after her.
He ends up bumping into the woman several times during the trip, his eyes too distracted by the interior of the house. Luckily, she didn’t seem to care…or even notice.
Usually, in old manors like these, the owner had made some significant changes to the structure. It often couldn’t be helped. Victorian homes were meant to last, just not for the modern era.
Hard to get electricity or even Wi-Fi without tearing down a few walls. However, this building was perfectly intact. Colored brickwork, narrow hallways, stained glass windows.
Even the decor was perfect. Jayce wanted to bow at this couple's feet for keeping the manor authentic. It felt as if I was walking back in time.
“The professor is here, mistress,” announced the maid as they entered the study.
“Hello-” Jayce’s mind goes blank as he stares at the woman before him.
Long, curly, raven hair. Full, pouty, painted red lips. Eyes that were the most bewitching shade of hazel.
Jayce's gaze travelled down her frame, noting both her curves and the Victorian gown that clung to them.
“Thank you. That will be all, Sky.” The woman said, her voice low but sweet.
As soon as Sky left, Jayce felt a sudden urge come over him. He wanted to go over to the woman and...and...and what?
Claim her? Or a more appealing thought, have her claim him?
“Mr. Talis, I presume.”
“T-Talis is fine.” Jayce nervously replied.
Her golden irises mapped out his body, and Jayce had to fight the urge to straighten out wrinkles that he knew weren’t there.
“Mel”
“I...I’m sorry?”
“It’s my name. I’m Mel Medarda. Owner of this estate.”
“Oh! Yes, of course.” Jayce said, remembering his manners. “ Pleasure to meet you , Ms. Medarda.”
Mel walks around the room. Jayce's eyes felt hypnotized as they followed her movements
“I never thought anyone would be interested in my house,” Mel said. “Much less, be interested in it enough to write a paper on it.
“House?” Jayce asked.
He then remembered why he was here.
“My research! Yes!”
The libidinous energy he was feeling seemed to die down as he looked around the room.
“The Medarada Manor is a fascinating structure.” Jayce explained, “Made in the late 1830s, the Medarada estate is one of the earliest Victorian manors to have ever been built. This house was around before polio, the First World War, the Olympics.”
“That it’s still standing and in such immaculate condition. I mean, I've only seen a few parts of it so far, but what little I’ve seen has been-”
Jayce paused once he noticed the amused expression on her face. He internally groaned. He was probably boring her.
“Sorry, I’m an archaeologist. I get excited about this stuff.” He sheepishly apologized
“No need to apologize.” Mel said, amusement in her voice, “I enjoyed seeing you light up. It’s arousing,”
“A-Arousing?” Jayce questioned.
Mel moved closer to him. The soft scent of her jasmine perfume surrounded him. Jayce wanted to drown in it.
“You know…” Mel continued, her voice now lower, “Inspiring. Evoking. There is something about seeing you talk about your passions that makes me want to explore mine.”
“And what are you passionate about, Ms. Medarda?”
She chuckles
“Maybe if you stick around long enough, you’ll find out.” She winked.
Jayce swallowed the saliva that had suddenly appeared on his tongue.
“But I kept you to myself far too much already.” Mel said, “I must show you off to my husband.”
“Husband?” Jayce said, trying and failing to hide the dejection in his voice.
“I believe he is in the stables.”
---
Jayce followed Mrs. Medarda outside. His eyes fought between staring at the massive backyard and at her. It was like his mind couldn’t decide which was the most alluring.
“In here,” Mel said as they walked into the stables.
“Fuck…” Jayce cursed under his breath as he stared at the man before him.
The man was...the man was...fuck…
“Sweetie, this is Mr. Talis,” Mel introduced, “The professor who will be staying with us this week.”
“Oh? He’s here, is he?”
Mr. Medarda was an ethereal beauty, not unlike his wife, yet at the same time very different. While her skin was like an umber forest, his was as white as snow. His long cinnamon brown hair was wavy, not curly like the thick locks of Mel’s.
And then there was his thin frame. While Jayce very much appreciated the curves of Mrs. Medarda, there was also something attractive about Mr. Medarda’s body. He looked soft…delicate…frail. Like Jayce could easily bend him over and…
“Viktor Medarda.”
He reaches out for a handshake. Jayce still had a few brain cells working to return the gestures.
He let out a soft gasp as Viktor’s hand clasped around his.
He felt his cock twitch.
It then occurred to Jayce that seconds had gone by without either of them saying a single word. While he was trying to fight off an erection, Mr. Medarda just stared at him with a deep intensity in his eyes. Eyes that match the same golden hazel as his wife's.
“Uh...do you mind if I take a few pictures?” Jayce asked, attempting to evaporate the sudden awkwardness in the room.
“Now?” Viktor said,“Wouldn’t you prefer us to carry you to your bedroom? You’ve had a long trip, after all.”
The man was close enough to him that Jayce could smell his cologne. It was a citrus blend. Lemon, orange, and musk, hit his nose at once. Jayce imagined what it would have smelled like if a hint of jasmine had been mixed in as well.
Mrs. and Mrs. Medarda…carrying him to his bedroom…and…
“Yes…” Came Jayce's heated reply.
The researcher then realized what he was saying yes to and quickly snapped out of his trance.
“I mean, yes, but first I would like to get a few shots in. Moonset hour is the perfect time for night photography.”
Jayce took out his smartphone. His DSLR would have been better, but that was back at the entrance. Besides, this was just an excuse to give his cock a few seconds to calm down.
Jayce began snapping away. Getting close-ups of the stables. He turned around and nearly dropped his phone as I realized the Medardas had been staring at him.
It wasn’t a crime. This was their stable, after all. But something about their stares made Jayce feel like a rabbit being gazed upon by wolves.
“W-would you two like to be photographed?” He asked.
“Us?” Mel said, sounding as if Jayce had just offered her the cover of Vogue.
“Yeah, it could add a bit of “life” to my presentation. Even archaeologists can get bored staring at one empty room after another.”
“How’s this?”
Viktor had wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist. She rested her head on his shoulder. One could consider this a charming pose...If it weren’t for the couple’s attire.
Mr. Medarda’s blouse was practically open. His half-nude form glistened in the moonlight. Viewers' eyes would be drawn to the milky patch of skin.
That is, if they weren’t too distracted by Ms.Medarda’s corset, bringing attention to her cleavage.
“Say cheese,” Jayce instructed, before clicking the button.
----
Jayce woke from his dream with a dryness in his throat.
On the way to his room, he remembered spotting a kitchen. He hoped the couple wouldn’t mind if he got a drink for himself.
Jayce walked out into the hall. He only got a few steps in before he heard moaning in the distance.
“Huh?” Confused, Jayce followed the noise.
It brought him to a large and dimly lit room. He peered inside and nearly choked at what he saw.
Mrs. Medarda was nude. Nude and riding her equally nude husband’s face.
“Yes.” Mel rasped, “So good, my love!”
He couldn’t look away.
Mel’s body looked magnificent. Smooth skin, black curls plastered around her cheeks,
Her breasts bounced in the air as she rode Viktor’s face. Viktor was nose deep in his wife’s cunt. The way he moaned and licked made it seem like it tasted sweeter than fruit.
Jayce's eyes traveled lower, spotting Viktor’s spent cock dripping against his thighs.
Jayce let out a needy moan as he realized that the man had already been inside her.
Mel’s moan grew faster. She let out a loud orgasm that triggered Jayce’s own cock to leak against his thigh.
Mel slid off her husband's face. Viktor let out a contented moan. His face was soaked, but he was satisfied. Mel let out a playful giggle before leaning in to kiss her husband.
This is where Jayce found his moment to sneak away. He tiptoed back to his room, glass of water forgotten.
He had a new thirst to deal with.
---
Jayce was proud of himself for resisting to pleasure himself that night. Voyeurism was bad enough; no need to be a pervert on top of that. Didn’t make his sleep any easier, though.
His dreams were filled with the Medardas that night. Their nude forms entwine together as they beckon for him to join them. Jayce took in a deep breath to calm himself.
He stared down at his plate. It was simplistic. Bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast with jam. With how historically accurate everything else in the house was, he was expecting to see oysters or even kidney beans.
“Is something wrong with your meal, sir?”
Jayce jumped. He hadn’t even known Sky was next to him.
“Oh. No, no, it’s fine.” He responded, “Um...will the Medardas be joining me?”
The table had space for 12, making the experience of eating by himself feel isolating.
“They will join you for dinner.”
“Just dinner?”
“The Medardas do not have normal sleeping habits. They prefer to move around at night.”
“Oh, I see,” Jayce said, sounding dejected.
Jayce spent the rest of the day photographing individual rooms of the house. The excitement he felt as he went into each room was unmatched. He was like a kid trapped in a candy store.
At the moment, he was in the garden. Evening was approaching, and daylight was fading fast. Jayce doubted he had time to take a few shots, but he could still look around.
He noticed the flowerbeds, all placed in symmetry with each other. Then, in the garden's corner, he spotted it. A hedge maze.
“Mr. Talis.”
“Ah!” This time, Jayce couldn’t help but scream. He really thought that the Medarda’s should put a bell on their maid.
Jayce turned to glare at Sky, but stopped when he noticed the scarring on her neck. There were two tiny faded punctures on each side of her throat. He wondered if the marks came from a bug or perhaps an old piercing.
“Yes?” Jayce finally spoke.
“Do you plan on going into the maze?”
“Maybe. If it’s okay with the Medardas, of course.”
“You may. However, if you find it difficult to find your way out, just yell for help. I will be nearby,” She then walks away.
Jayce shudders. The maid was cute but creepy.
Jayce walked inside the maze. He snapped a few photos. He even made a few notes on the size and depth of the maze for his paper. He got turned around a few times, but eventually found the exit.
“Hah!” Jayce said victoriously.
However, his triumph cheer quickly turned into a scream of horror.
There was...blood...everywhere. The garden floor was completely saturated with it. If that wasn’t bad enough, the source of the gory scene was currently laid out in the middle of the garden. A deer with its head chopped off.
“Mr. Talis?”
Jayce screamed again at the sudden appearance of Mr.Medarda. Honestly, at this point, the manor was becoming a haunted house attraction.
“What happened-oh” Viktor words stopped as he looked at the scene before him.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Mel says as she walks out of the maze. “Oh my!”
Jayce caught a sudden glint in her eyes. When he had arrived last night, he had assumed they were hazel, but now, in the fading daylight, he could see that they were yellow...a very bright yellow.
He turned to look at Viktor and saw the same with his. He knew jaundice was a thing, but he thought it affected the whole eye, not just the irises.
Another set of footsteps came from the hedge, and Sky appeared.
“Master Merdarda.”
Jayce's eyes widen as he looks at the blood dripping off her hands and apron.
“Did you do this?” Jayce asked, horrified.
“I…”
“Those damn wolves?” Viktor interrupted.
“I…yes, sir,” Sky said warily. This may have been the first time Jayce had heard any emotion in her voice.
“What?”
“Wolves. “ Viktor confirmed, “The forest nearby is filled with them. Sometimes their latest kill makes it onto our property.”
“Sky must have been trying to clean up their mess.”
Jayce looks to Sky for confirmation, but all he gets is the same blank stare he’s received from her since arriving at the manor.
Jayce had trouble believing the animal was killed by wolves. The cut around it neck was too clean. Then again, he was an archaeologist, not a biologist.
He then gags. The smell of iron was overwhelming. His world spins as his legs give out. He expects to feel the ground against his back, but it never comes.
He feels hands around his waist, stopping him from falling. Jayce turns his head around to see Viktor holding him. If he weren’t so light-headed, Jayce would have questioned how that was even possible.
Jayce was twice the man’s size. Viktor was also extremely frail. He had caught the man a few times, needing the use of a cane to get around the manor. How was it possible for him to catch a man of Jayce’s size with such ease?
“Here.” Viktor takes out a handkerchief and places it against Jayce’s nose.
The harsh smell of iron is quickly replaced by the pleasant scent of lemon and orange.
“Jayce, dear,-” Mel began
“Please don’t say deer.” Jayce mumbled into the handkerchief.
“Sorry, but maybe you should return to your bedroom to collect yourself.”
Jayce nodded his head in agreement. He leaves the garden, handkerchief still clutched to his face.
---
After an hour or two later, Jayce felt a lot better. If he was honest with himself, he would admit he had felt better the second he had entered his room. That didn’t stop him from holding Mr. Medarda’s handkerchief to his nose like it was oxygen supply.
However, he knew it was about time he returned it to the man.
Tracking him down was a lot harder than Jayce realized. The manor was big and contained many rooms and halls. He noted the irony that now would be a good time for Sky to do her jumpscare routine.
“Master…”
Well, speak of the devil.
Jayce followed the sound of the maid’s voice. Sure, it had come from the study. He was about to walk inside when he noticed the sound of soft moaning coming from inside.
Jayce wanted to believe he was imagining it. That there was no way this was happening again.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, Sky?”
When Jayce heard Viktor say Sky’s name, a name that definitely wasn’t his wife’s, he couldn’t help but peek inside.
“Ah...Master…” Sky moaned.
Viktor was sitting in an armchair with Sky in his lap. The skirt of her dress was pulled up around her waist as Viktor’s thumbs rubbed over the hood of her clit. His cock pushed deep inside her
“Bad maid, you know you should take better care to hide my meals, especially when there are guests in the house.” Viktor chastised.
His thumb circles over the numb, and Sky’s face contorts in ecstasy.
“Or did you do it on purpose?” Viktor teased, his cock still plowing into the woman, “
You weren’t trying to scare off our guest, were you?”
“Master...please…” Sky desperately begged. She sounded like she was at her breaking point.
“No need to be jealous, Sky. There is room for both of you at the manor.”
Viktor jerks his hip upward. Sky let out a scream that Jayce was sure echoed throughout the entire manor.
Viktor wraps an arm around her waist and starts slamming into her with ungodly speed.
The grunts and moans that come from the man are wild and feral. Pounding into the maid’s cunt like his life depended on it.
Jayce just stares at them, mouth agape. He could already feel the puddle pooling in his shorts. He may have been strong enough to resist last time, but this was too much.
The handkerchief slips from Jayce’s hand as he presses himself against the wall. He unzips his pants and lets out a gasp as his cock springs free from his shorts. He can’t remember a time when he had been this aroused.
Pressed against the wall, he can no longer see them, but he can still hear them. The wet slaps of skin, their moans, the rhythmic squeak of the chair.
Jayce covered his mouth. He grabs his cock and begins jerking himself off. Trying his best to match the sounds of their pleasure
“Yes, Master! More!”
Jayce wanted to join her in her screams. Yes, master! More! Fuck her! Fuck me!
The sounds from the room become louder, faster. Even with his hand over his mouth, Jayce struggled to remain silent as he increased the speed of his strokes.
“Master!” Sky orgasmed.
Jayce heard Viktor let out a few more grunts before letting out a deep moan, signaling his climax.
Jayce bites down on his lips as his cum rains down on his hand and fingers.
“Good girl,” Viktor said, hi’s voice raspy but still full of praise.
Was I good too? Jayce wanted to ask. Instead, he put himself back into his pants and hurried away.
---
What Mr.Medarda did behind closed...or in this case, open doors was none of Jayce’s business. His purpose here was to study, not to meddle in the household's scandalous affairs.
Yet while he knew, it still didn’t stop his thoughts. He couldn’t understand how the man could do that to his wife.
Yes, Sky was a beauty in her own right. But Mrs.Medarda was MRS. MEDARDA. A woman like that rarely existed outside romantic gothic tales.
The truth of the matter, however, was that Jayce was neither angry nor upset with Viktor or Sky. No…he was jealous.
He wondered how long Mr.Medarda and Sky had been having this affair. Did Sky get to be pleasured by him weekly? Did he only do it with his servants?
Would he be willing to do it with a guest?
“Is something wrong with your meal, Mr. Talis?” Mel asked.
“Huh?” Jayce said, snapping out of his trance, “Oh no. It’s fine, Mrs. Medarda.”
“Please. Feel free to call me Mel.”
Jayce didn’t think he could do it. Calling her by her first name felt too…intimate. He didn’t think it was a good idea to encourage his already lascivious mental state to act up further.
“Are you two not eating?” Jayce asked, noting the two glasses of wine that made up the couple’s “meal”.
The color of the wine reminded him too much of the deer from earlier. He quickly had to avert his eyes to avoid getting queasy.
“Vik and I have already eaten.” Mel explained, “However, we still wanted to join you for dinner. Sky told us how much you missed our presence during breakfast.”
Jayce felt his face grow hot. Great, now the couple saw him as needy. Was it not enough for Sky to be creepy, did she have to make him look desperate too?
Jayce glanced over to the maid. She was in the corner of the room, silently waiting to fulfill whatever command her master and mistress asked of her. It’s odd for him to see her revert to being reserved when only moments ago she had been crying out in ecstasy.
“You got red on you, dear,” Viktor said to Mel.
Mr.Medarda takes out his handkerchief and wipes away the wine from the corner of her lips.
Jayce's eyes widen. He never gave him back his handkerchief.
His mind quickly flashes back to moments ago. He remembers the handkerchief falling to the ground. If Viktor had found it outside the study, surely he would have realized that Jayce had caught him with Sky.
“Mr. Talis.” Said Viktor.
“Yes…” Jayce squeaked.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what got you into archaeology? I can’t imagine a lot of kids wanting to grow up to look at houses all day.”
“Well, archaeology isn’t just about looking at houses.” Jayce began, feeling more comfortable. Talking about his field always eased his mind.
“Archaeology is about looking at past human materials to understand how humans used to live. This can involve human remains, ancient tools, and of course, homes.
“I was a bit of a ”weird kid” when I was little.” Jayce said sheepishly
“I had an obsession with castles and mansions. In most children's stories, that’s where all the interesting stuff would happen.”
“Sometimes, when things got too stressful at school or home, I would imagine coming across an abandoned mansion deep inside the woods. One where I could have fun little adventures inside.
“On days that got real rough, I imagined the mansion being occupied by a lonely couple.
A couple who didn’t mind...having a “weird” son.”
“And did your dream finally come true?” Mel asked.
“Huh?”
“You found your way into our manor,” Viktor interjected.
“I guess that makes us your mommy and daddy now.” Mel laughed.
Jayce nearly dropped his fork. He definitely wouldn’t have minded referring to the couple as “mommy” and “daddy”.
“You know the Medarda family used to have a castle,” stated Mel.
“Oh, yeah. I remember reading about it.” Jayce said excitedly. “It was in Europe during the late 17th century. It burned down for unknown reasons.
Viktor chuckles
“Not so unknown. The villagers set it on fire.”
“What? Why?”
“The villagers were under the belief that the owners were devils, bloodsuckers,...you know...vampires.”
“Vampires.” Jayce laughed
“Well, you know how it was back then.” Mel said, “People and their superstitions.”
“The village claimed that if you entered the castle, you would be drained of blood or worse.”
“Worse?”
“If you weren’t drained, then that meant the family liked you enough to keep you as one of their sex slaves.” Viktor explained.
“Pardon.” Jayce choked out. His throat suddenly felt all too dry.
“Oh, yes. They claimed the owners to be “vile, sexual deviants.” Mel continued, “ If captured by them, you would experience sodomy, oral, coupling with more than one partner, etc.”
“To be honest, I think it was the sex that bothered them more than the vampirism,” Viktor said, amusement in his voice
“You aren’t bothered by this, are you?” Mel asked. “We can change the subject if you are.”
“Wh-what? Of course not.” Jayce lied
“Mr. Talis.”
You would think Jayce would have been used to it by this point, but at last, his body jerked at the sound of the maid's voice, suddenly far too close to him. Hadn’t she just been across the room?
The jolt in movement caused his plate to fall right into his lap.
“Oh my,” Mel exclaimed.
“Sorry, mistress.” Sky apologized, “I only wanted to ask if he wanted more water.”
“Come here, dear.” Mel said as she got up from the table, “Let me clean you up.”
Jayce knew better than to have Mrs. Medarda anywhere near his crotch.
“No, that’s fine.” Jayce said as he got up from the table. “I’ll do it myself.”
---
Jayce pulled down his pants to see gravy staining his shorts, as well as the half chub tenting the front of them.
He could not figure out what was wrong with him. Ever since he entered the manor, he’s been hornier than a teenage boy.
“Is that for me?” came the honeyed voice
Jayce quickly turned around to see Mrs.Medarda standing right next to him. How did she even enter the bathroom without him noticing?
Her eyes lingered on his crotch, and he quickly attempted to cover himself up.
“Oh no, sweetie. It’s okay.” Mel said, her voice sounding low and sultry, “Let mommy take care of it.”
“Mommy…” Jayce whimpered
Mel kneels on the floor and slides off Jayce's shorts. He let out a soft gasp as she gripped his cock. She slowly began stroking it.
“Oh god! Your hand…soft..fuck.” He moaned
“My, my. Aren’t we a big boy?” Mel praised before dipping her head down to suck on the head of Jayce’s cock
Jayce let out a moan. A desperate, needy moan.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Ethically and morally, it was wrong. But god did he want it. He wanted it so bad.
Mel swallowed his shaft, and any chance of him stopping this was completely erased.
“Aaah!...Mrs.Medarada…”
Jayce moans, turns incoherent as Mel sucked his cock. Her mouth was warm and wet. He hit the back of her throat with no resistance. Jayce wanted to grab her head and see if he could push himself further. But that would be greedy. This was enough.
Suddenly, Mel pulled off of him, causing Jayce to let out a pitiful moan at the loss.
“It’s okay, Pet.” Mel said as she took Jayce's trembling hands and placed them on her head. “Go ahead. Fuck mommy’s throat.”
Jayce was honestly surprised he didn’t come right there.
Jayce pushed his hips forward as he pulled Mel down on his cock. He felt her lips on his balls, and still the woman did not gag.
“Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Mommy!” Came his desperate cries as he slammed his cock into the back of her mouth repeatedly.
He felt something slip in between the crack of his ass. It was her finger. The slim digit slid into his hole, and that was it. Jayce came shooting down her throat.
Mel let out a low contented moan as she swallowed every drop of him. Then, with far too much ease, she got up off the floor and began fixing her makeup in the mirror.
Jayce just stood there looking at her. His cock was still out. His pants still wrapped around his ankles. He felt drained both physically and mentally.
“Mrs. Medarda…” He said weakly
“You really should learn to call me Mel.” She said, a smile adorned on her smudged lips.
Jayce continued to stare at her. Not exactly sure how to repay her for giving one of the best blowjobs in his life.
“Your husband is cheating on you.”
“Hmm?” Mel looked at him, one of her elegant eyebrows raised.
“W-with the maid.” Jayce confessed, “I saw them in the study a few hours ago.
And they were having sex.”
Mel smiled…and left.
---
Jayce didn’t return to dinner that night. Instead, he went to his room and packed.
He may have also spent a few moments reliving the scene of Mel taking him into her mouth, as he jerked himself off. Regardless of that, Jayce still planned on leaving tomorrow.
Something was off about the Medardas’ Manor, and he didn’t want to stay to find out what.
---
The train for home wouldn’t come until nine. So until then, Jayce decided it would be best to lock himself in his room. He wasn’t going to risk any more weird encounters with the couple.
Or did he?
Jayce shook his head. He had to focus. He only had a few hours left.
Sky came by to ask him what he wanted for dinner. Jayce explained that there was no need as he would be leaving soon, and left it at that.
At the moment, he was passing the time by going through the photos on his phone. While shifting through his gallery, he spotted an odd one. There wasn’t anything particularly weird about it. Just a shot of the stable’s door, but it was the positioning of the shot that was off.
The shot was taken too far back from the door. He couldn’t understand why he would even bother snapping it. He was no photographer, but he had been doing this for several years. If he wanted a shot of the door, he would have gotten closer or at least zoomed in to show more of the craftsmanship.
That’s when Jayce realized the door wasn’t the subject of the shot. The subject was missing.
He remembered. It was one of the first photos he took when he got here. The photo was supposed to be of the Medardas, but why hadn’t their bodies shown up? Did the camera have some sort of glitch?
A knock came from the door, snapping Jayce's attention away from his phone. He opened it, not at all surprised to see it was Sky.
“What is it? I already said I’m not coming to dinner.” Jayce didn’t mean to be rude, but he was frantically losing patience with the maid and all her “antics”.
“Master and Mistress, would like to see you.”
---
“Sky told us that you are leaving early?” Mel asked, sounding hurt
“We haven’t done anything to scare you off, have we?” Viktor asked, concern laced in his voice.
Jayce tried very hard not to think about how he was currently in the Medarda’s bedroom. On their bed. Sitting in between them.
They wore very loose robes, which hinted at being the only article of clothing on them at the moment. They weren’t even bothering to hide the fact that they had just fucked.
“N-no. It’s just…” Jayce swallowed, “Something came up at home, and I have to return immediately.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Mel said, “Can you at least show us the pictures you took before you leave?
Jayce wondered why this felt like a trap.
“S-sure...no problem.”
With shaking hands, Jayce took out his phone and showed them his gallery
“Is that our dining room? It looks so much better in the photo.” Mel praised
The combined scent of citrus and jasmine surrounds him. It almost felt as if the smell was trying to calm him.
“The garden looks nice here.”
Viktor leans in closer, placing his hand on Jayce’s thigh as he does.
“Would it be too much to ask for a physical copy of these? I would love to show them off to guests.”
“S-s-sure.”
Jayce felt Viktor’s hand move up his thigh, traveling inward.
“You have an impressive talent.”
The fingers slowly made circles in Jayce’s inner thigh, itching closer towards his crotch.
“Is something the matter?” Viktor, the handsome bastard, had the nerve to ask.
The phone was practically rattling in Jayce’s hand. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. He could hear his heart pounding in his ear.
And just when Jayce thought it couldn’t get any worse. Viktor grips him.
Jayce moans as his phone slips out of his hand.
It was a firm, possessive grip. Letting Jayce know he was Viktor’s. Jayce knew then...he would never leave this house.
“Now, Vik, look what you did?” Mel chastised, “You made the poor boy drop his camera.”
“I didn’t mean to, Sundrop. Just wanted a taste after you told me how wonderful he was for you last night.”
They began kissing Jayce, peppering kisses across his face and mouth as they slowly undressed him. He feels lighter as each piece of clothing falls to the floor.
“It’s okay, dear,” Mel whispered into his ear.
“We’ll take good care of you,” Viktor said before sucking on his chest.
Jayce moaned as the man clamped down on his nipples. He never realized how sensitive they were. He didn’t get to enjoy the sensation for long as Viktor gave one hard last suck before releasing the hard nub from his lips.
Jayce let out a whimper at the loss, but his distress quickly turned to lust as he watched Mel and Viktor unfasten their robes. In unison, they discarded their gowns, and Jayce was greeted with a sight that could rival the marvels of the world.
They truly were beautiful. Possessing an almost unearthly beauty that complemented each other. Yin and yang, day and night…the sun and the moon.
“So Jayce…” Mel said, her voice husky but playful, “Who do you want first?”
A pitiful keening came from the back of Jayce’s throat. They were asking him to choose? Now? When he barely had enough blood in his head to think?
“Do it quickly or we’ll choose for you.” It wasn’t harsh, but something about Viktor’s words caused Jayce’s dick to twitch. He had remembered how dominating he had been with Sky. He had a feeling that Viktor was not only the master of the house, but a master in bed as well.
“Easy, moonbeam,” Mel said as she kissed her husband on the cheek. “It’s been a while since we had a lamb in our bed. You must remember to be gentle with them.”
“Lamb?” Viktor smirked, “I say he’s more of a pup.”
Jayce continued to look at them in silence, his dick getting harder by the minute. God, he just wanted them to put him out of his misery and fuck him already.
“Why don’t you go first darling? I already had my fun with him.”
“Hell knows I want to.” Viktor's eyes darken. “His lustful scent has practically imprinted itself into our home at this point.”
Jayce questioned the possibility of lust having a scent, let alone if a person could smell it.
“But he still owes you an orgasm, Sundrop. Coming inside your mouth without even returning the favor? We’ll have to train that selfishness out of him.”
“Train?” Jayce squeaking. His cock was throbbing at this point.
“Hmm?” Mel hummed. Her pouty lips pressed together as she thought. “Maybe it’s better you go ahead. I should clean myself up first. I mean I still have drips of you inside me.
Mel opened her thighs, and Jayce let out a choking sound.
Jayce has always been heavily into thighs, and Mel’s were perfect. Thick and soft. He could easily imagine himself cumming on them as the woman used her inner thigh muscles to get him off. However, that wasn’t what was sending Jayce’s mind into overdrive at the moment.
Mel’s cunt was soaked, both with her and Viktor’s release. Jayce couldn’t describe the feeling that came over him as he looked at it. Something about the combined spill leaking outof Mel made Jayce feel bold.
“Oh!” Mel let out a surprised shout as Jayce lunged for her. She let out a giggle as her back hit the bed. In a manner of seconds, Jayce’s head was already in between her legs. The scent coming from her cunt was intoxicating. Jayce took a long leisurely lick at her folds. He could taste the bitterness of Viktor’s cum as well as the saltiness of Mel’s swirling together on his tongue.
He let out a contented moan as he swallowed.
“Enjoying your meal?”
Jayce's cheeks reddened as he sheepishly turned to look at Viktor. The man’s eyes appeared golden now.
“Is this…okay?” Jayce nervously asked while still in between Mel’s legs. It just now occurred to him the reality of his situation. He was eating out this man’s wife only inches away from him.
Viktor gave an annoyed tsk. He then grabbed that back of Jayce’s head and pushed the man’s face into his wife’s cunt.
“Get back to work,” Viktor demanded.
Jayce didn’t need to be told twice.
He lapped and sucked away at Mel’s cunt like a man starving. The sounds Mel was making were encouraging just as much as they were a turn on. Between her moans and pants came the words “don’t stop” and “good boy”, the last of which caused him to start humping the bed in desperation.
He then felt a powerful slap hit his right cheek. He let out a painful and confusing moan. Confusing because, while pained, for some reason it caused his cock to start leaking.
Viktor gripped his head tighter as he pulled him away from Mel and forced Jayce to look at him.
“Bad boy!”
Jayce let out a distressed whine.
“Bad?”
“Do not cheat me out of your orgasm, pup.” Viktor stated darkly before pointing at the now-wet spot Jayce had just been humping, “Behave yourself and control that misbehaving dick of yours. You’ll come when we allow it.”
“Yes.” Jayce rasped. Viktor gripped his head tighter.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” Jayce said immediately, almost with ease, if he was completely honest with himself.
“Good boy.” Viktor said before pushing Jayce back into Mel’s cunt. “Now finish your meal.”
Jayce continued to eat Mel out. His urge to hump the bed increased as Mel’s moans and praise became louder. But he wanted to be a good pup for Viktor, so he resisted.
“Oh Viktor! His mouth!” Mel moaned, “He’s simply too good, we have to keep him.”
Jayce’s hips jerk at the mention of “keep him,” but he still fought off humping the mattress like a horny teenager.
“Are you close, my love?” Viktor asked with such sweetness. Jayce nearly forgot how gentle the man could be.
Mel opened her mouth to respond, but instead, what came out was a scream. Her thighs clenched around Jayce’s face as she released into his mouth. Jayce tried to swallow every last drop he could. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. He thinks he could easily get addicted.
With a content sigh, Mel unclenched her legs, allowing Jayce a brief moment of freedom, brief because quickly Viktor brought the man’s face back up to his.
He took a long lick at Jayce’s cheek, no doubt tasting what his wife had left there. Then, to Jayce’s surprise, Viktor kissed him.
Startled, Jayce let out a gasp, and Viktor quickly took advantage of it. Jayce groaned as he felt the man’s tongue enter his mouth. Viktor’s kiss was skilled yet rough. He kissed like a man who was dying. Desperate and determined as if to make sure Jayce was the last thing he tasted tonight.
Jayce felt one of the man’s hands wrap around his dick. He let out a deep moan as Viktor began stroking his cock as he continued to kiss him. Viktor’s hand was just as precise as his lips. The man teased around the tip of Jayce’s cock, cupping and stroking it in leisurely circles before pushing down to give his shaft a few quick pumps before repeating the movements.
Jayce starts pushing himself into Viktor's fist, purposely fucking himself into the man’s hand.
“Aaa!” Jayce wailed as Viktor’s free hand squeezed his balls.
“What did I say, pup?” Viktor reminded.
“Sorry, sir…” Jayce rasped.
Jayce didn’t think he was going to survive the night. This was torture, wonderful torture, but still torture.
Viktor let go of his balls and went back to jerk him off, only this time his movements were faster. His hand seemed to move with a purpose, as if he was intentionally trying to get Jayce off. Jayce’s breathing sped up. His breath brushing over Viktor’s lips as the man stared at him intently. Moans and whimpers soon poured from his lips. His body was practically vibrating as he resisted the need to fuck the man’s hand.
“You’re going to make me cum.” Jayce whined.
Viktor smirked before moving his hand faster.
“Oh god!” Jayce screamed. He was going to cum, he was going to cum and he knew it was going to be one of the more powerful orgasms he ever experienced
Jayce could feel his balls tightening, his stomach squeezing. He was close. So close.
And then…Viktor pulled his hand away.
“No!” The wail that came from Jayce was pitiful and desperate. He would have been embarrassed if his mind wasn’t so focused on the loss of his release.
“Please, please, please.” Jayce continuously begged. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to cum so bad. He needed it more than air.
“Not yet, pup,” Viktor said before giving a gentle kiss to his forehead. It did nothing for his aching cock, but his heart seemed to calm down a bit.
Viktor got off the bed, and Jayce let out another pitiful whine. Mel giggled.
“It’s okay, sweetie. He isn’t going anywhere. He’s just getting the proper tools to prepare you.”
And just as Mel said that, Jayce heard Viktor opening the drawer of the nightstand.
“Mel.” Jayce whined before resting his head on the woman’s chest. He made sure to keep his groin away from her thighs. He didn’t want to end up humping the poor woman’s leg; at this point, he was desperate enough to do it.
“It’s okay..” Mel cooed as he rubbed her fingers through his hair. “You did very well just then. You followed Viktor’s orders despite how much I knew you wanted to disobey.”
“I want him to fuck me,” Jayce mumbled into her breast. “I want you both to fuck me.”
“Oh, we will, darling.”
Jayce couldn’t explain why he was so comfortable being so needy with the two of them. Due to his appearance, many of his previous partners expected him to be the “strong and aggressive” type, and he tried his best to play into that role. However, with Mel and Viktor, he felt like he could finally relax. Finally, let go and take part of the submissive role he always wanted.
Delicately, Mel used one of her fingers to tilt Jayce’s head to look at her.
“Jayce, honey.” She started, her voice sweet as always, “Would you like to stay with us…forever?”
Jayce froze. What a strange question, he thought. Obviously the answer was no. He wanted Mel and Viktor, of course. Desperately. But he couldn’t just up end his life and live in the manor.
But the more he thought about it, the more he thought…why not? He didn’t have many friends back home. Plus, archaeologist jobs we’re getting harder to come by nowadays. And he adored this house. And Mel and Viktor…
“Yes.” He finally answered.
Mel’s eyes brightened, and she quickly leaned down to kiss him. Mel’s kiss was also skilled, but unlike Viktor’s, it was gentle and sweet; it still left him craving more when it was all over.
“You have no idea how happy it makes us to hear you say that.”
Viktor approached the bed with a clear vial in his hand that was filled with transparent liquid. Jayce could only assume it was lube..
“Come, Mel. Let us finally claim him.”
---
Mel cooed and hushed Jayce as he whined and whimpered into her chest. He was in Heaven. He was in Hell. He was in some torturous mix of the two.
All three of them had changed positions. They were all now on the upper part of the massive bed, with Mel on her back and Jayce balls deep inside her. But he wasn’t allowed to move. Viktor made that perfectly clear.
He was meant to stay completely still as Viktor stretched his ass with his slick fingers. The tight heat and strong grip of Mel’s cunt was wondrous. The strength it took him not to fuck away like a madman was nearly breaking him, and not helping the matter were Viktor’s fingers. They constantly kept brushing against his prostate as he prepped him; he was starting to think the man was doing it on purpose.
“Mel,” Jayce begged, which again came out as a whimper.
“Moonbeam, I think the poor thing has been prepped enough. You’re just teasing him at this point.”
“And what if I am?” Viktor said as his finger came out of Jayce’s slick hole, “Is he not ours to tease?”
Jayce let out a choked whine at the loss of the man’s fingers. They were evil dastardly things, but at least they were inside him.
“Not yet, love. We still haven’t finished the ritual.”
Jayce must have been more lust-brained than he thought. Did he hear her right? What was this about a ritual?
“Mmm, you’re right.* Viktor said as he positioned his cock against Jayce’s hole, “ I don’t think I’ve wanted a mortal this bad since Sky.”
Jayce was going to remark on the mortal comment, but his entire world went blank as he felt Viktor's cock sink inside him.
“Holy fuck!” Jayce screamed as his vision returned to him.
“Nothing holy about it.” Viktor gave another quick thrust to emphasize his point. “Now stop coddling on my wife’s chest and fuck her already.”
That was all Jayce needed. He quickly began fucking Mel with absolute abandon. The way her cunt clenched around him, as if fighting him pulling out before the next push, was fucking bliss. And then there was Viktor’s cock, which seemed to find his prostate with each thrust.
“Good boy, oh, such a good boy,” Mel exclaimed as he grabbed onto Jayce’s hips and pushed him in sync with Viktor’s cock. Making sure the man felt every throb of her husband’s length before pushing back into her
“My god, Mel.” Viktor grunted, “The way he clenches me. You’re a greedy lil dog, aren’t you boy.”
“Yes! Yes!” Jayce screamed, tears now running down his face. “I want your cock! I want your wife’s cunt. I want you both so bad.”
“Good, because we’re never letting you go after this.”
“Now, Mel”
The couple bent over and brought their mouths to Jayce’s neck. Mel on his right, Viktor on his left. Jayce felt a sharp pain on both sides, and before he knew it, he was cumming.
During all of this, Jayce had wondered what name he would yell when he came. He was surprised to find he made no sound at all. His mouth hung open, and the most that came out was a soft choke as his body trembled in between his lovers’ hold.
He could feel himself emptying inside of Mel. It felt like he was flooding her, like he was a dam that had just been broken. Viktor continued to pounding inside him. Calling him the filthiest things as his orgasm continued to shake throughout his body.
Soon, Viktor came as well, and unlike Jayce, he did make a sound. A loud throating yell that almost sounded like a howl. Viktor’s orgasm shook Jayce's entire body and if he hadn’t cum already, the man was sure that would have triggered it for him.
Jayce slumped on top of Mel, unintentionally pulling Viktor with him, as his ass still didn’t seem to want to let the man go. Jayce snuggled back onto Mel’s chest, his go-to place of comfort throughout this whole ordeal.
He felt Viktor leave a kiss on the side of his neck.
“You're ours now.” He whispered.
“Welcome home, Jayce,” Mel said as she kissed the neck bite she left on him.
“Home…” Jayce whispered before quickly drifting off to sleep.
--- Months Later ---
Singed walked up to the huge door, unsure whether or not to knock on it. The house looked too extravagant to be the simple bed and breakfast he had reserved online.
He knocked on the door regardless. It opened to reveal a young man in a butler uniform. Though youthful in appearance, there was a blank expression in the man’s eyes.
“Um, I’m Singed Shimmer. I’m here for the bed and breakfast.”
“Yes,” Jayce answered, “Right this way.”
“My masters will be expecting you for dinner.”