Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮: 𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Archaic Illusions Orchestra : Lusty Eye

☆☆If you're not a fan of blood, I'll put a little star for beginning and end so you can just scroll between stars☆☆

Eerie Lagasse

After Blake and Quinn left I grabbed a bottle of the most expensive wine I owned and took a heavy seat in my arm chair. I took off my pants and belt, and uncorked the bottle and took a large swig. In the presence of another, I wouldn't dare drink straight from the bottle. But, as a rich, raging alcoholic, some nights just called for it.

I watched the blue-orange flames in the fireplace crackle and sizzle as soft classical music weeped from a speaker.

I sighed as I watched the fire burn. Surely this is not how I'm meant ot spend my immortal life, cooped up in an old mansion, watching wood burn?

My phone buzzed on the small table next to me and I unlocked it, reading the short message.

Blake
Here's your proof we didn't just kill a pig ;)

Attached was a completely black video. I pressed play.

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"Does my pretty slut like it?" Blake's voice chuckled from the video as he positioned the camera at Quinn, who was sitting entirely naked minus a collar that read slut in dark red letters, on a linoleum floor, less than five feet from an unrecognizable corpse. Quinn was drenched in blood and even brought his fingers to his mouth for a taste.

"Yes, Master." Quinn's voice was soft and daydream-y. "I love it." He moaned as his hands traveled his body.

"Oh? I thought you said 'blood is horribly sticky', but now it feels good? Were you just messing with Eerie, dollface?"

Quinn looked guilty and bit his bottom lip. "That's not very nice of you. Why don't you give him an apology?"

Quinn looked straight into the camera, his unnerving, bright blue eyes staring through the camera and directly into my soul.

"Sorry, Master Eerie." He purred as he started to palm Blake through his pants. "Here's my apology."

"Oh?" Blake laughed tauntingly. "You hear that, Eerie? My sexy bitch wants to give you a show."

"That's a great apology." I mused. Quinn is self-conscious of his body, so Quinn and Blake don't do shows at the club. However, he is very much my type. Muscular, tall, pale with bright eyes.

Too bad he's so naughty.

I pulled off my underwear as Quinn frantically pulled off Blake's pants and underwear and deep throated him no problem, which concerned me considering how thick it was.

"No gag reflex? Damn." Quinn released Blake's cock and stared in the camera.

"Even though you top, Master Eerie, I bet you wish all this was in you right now." He purred and stuck his tongue out, teasing the head, his tongue piercing and Blake's Prince Albert piercing colliding.

Quinn took a few more kitten licks and long stripes of Blake's cock before whining.

"What do you need so bad that you'll cry like a little bitch about it? You want to get fucked?" Quinn nodded enthusiastically. "Please, Master, I've been so good. I seduced that horrible man and brought him back here for us to destroy him piece by piece together. Surely your bitch gets something for it's efforts?"