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Incest, father/son, brothers, noncon, spelled, enslaved by sorcerer father and brother

A Daddy/Brothercest Erotica

1 didn't understand what it meant to share magic. His father was big into sorcery, some sort of celebrity in the magical realm. Whatever. He just wasn't into that stuff. Godlike powers over others? He just wanted to play video games. His brother was all into magic, not him. Not that he didn't have magic. He apparently was really strong in it, but because he had not interest it just sat in him, unbound. So when his father came to him, asked if he was willing to share that magic he wasn't even using, he had no issue in it. He probably should have researched. Probably should have wondered why his shit of an older brother seemed so surprised and pleased with the news. If his mother had been around, he would have asked her, but she was out again, doing her political rounds. His parents were ridiculously rich, his mother aiming for Senator in two more years. She'd probably get it—he'd yet to see her fail.

Father and bro come to him, explaining that a ritual is involved if they're to share his power. Describes both of them, their inhuman beauty and perfectly immaculate dress. Always needed to look so perfect, 1 happy to be slobby. Sure he had the same beauty but he didn't need to have a stick up his ass about it. What are they going to need from him? He's going to have to share some fluid. Blood, sweat... cum. Oh... Er, alright. Is this something they'll need during the ritual or can he just, you know, get a magazine and deal with things first? It will be during, but they'll be sure to be respectable about it all. 1's a little nervous all of a sudden. His brother looks at him strange at times and even though he's never said anything about being gay, swimming has gotten really awkward around the older boy.

The night of the ritual, 1's nerves are getting more frayed. This was supposed to be a breeze, yet now they're tying him up. Why is that? The ritual. When his power is accessed, he'll flail. This is to keep him from hurting himself or knocking over any of the items. Oh... but why face down and nude? He feels nervous, not seeing anything. Exposed. Come now, they're professional sorcerers. They would never hurt their own family. Okay. Makes him drink a potion.

Chanting, feels his power for the first time, other two powers on the edge of his consciousness. He feels strange, dizzy. Father warns him that now they're collecting the fluid. Blood first. Grunts at the cut to his arm, his flesh feeling so sensitive. Does it hurt? No... strange. Tingly. Collects his sweat next, hands moving over him, his body jolting from each touch. There's something they failed to mention about the ritual. Oh? Not only do they need his fluid, but they need to fill him with theirs. Dizzily, he starts to gather what they're meaning. What... like... feed him their blood? That, yes, and other things. They promise they'll be gentle with him. The potion will make sure he doesn't feel pain. Fingers probe at his hole and he gasps, fully understanding. God, they can't! He's not like that and... and god, it's so wrong. Dad, please don't. Hush, baby, it's going to be over really fast. He's going to get himself to the edge first, shove in quick and fill him. Won't draw it out. God, but, but—Shhh. It's going to be fine. It's just for the spell.

Starts stretching 1, the boy aching, confused, hard. By the time the man is ready, 1 is begging. Sees bro watching, touching himself as he's being mounted. For the spell, not because he's turned on... right? Father drives into him, rough, exact, holding still, asking if he's alright with such tension in his voice. Lips brush his nape, his ear, hot breath making him shudder. God, he was hard. Hard for his dad. Looks down, knowing his brother could tell and not wanting to meet his eyes. Tries to disengage from the feel, but it's so much, his dad thrusting, saying he's close. So tight... just a little more and it'll be over. Clenching, moaning, choking on his cries as he flushes. Yeah, so tight... grunting in his ear, filling his clenching hole, cumming from the feel. Collapses, resting, holding inside. Make sure it all gets in.

Okay, remember, be careful with his brother. He's going to be sore. But his brother is cruel in his ear, calling him a slut, seeing how he came already with their dad's cock up his ass. He always knew he wanted it. He looks like a fag. It's hard to talk back, his body feeling so weak, tied down, hot and dizzy from the potion. Now he's going to fuck him. He knows how he wants it. Curls around his back. Gentle is too good for a bro like him. Going to give it to him hard. How he deserves it.

Sobbing, getting hard quickly, brother taunting in his ear. Didn't he know what this spell was going to do? Turn him into their slave. Finally make some use of his lazy ass little brother that only wants to play games all day. Now he can play games with him all he likes. He's going to be his sex thrall. Going to get on his knees whenever he asks and take his cock. His and their dad’s. 1 can't understand how he's so hard already, dripping for it as he's taken mercilessly. Blacks out when bbro is done, gasping on the floor, the spell complete.

He's unbound when he finally awakes, his father washing him gently, asking how he feels. He feels strange... different. Yes, his magic is bound to them now. Father summons some water for him, 1 moaning and arching. Yes, it has a strange side effect. 1 tries to drink, spilling much down his chin. His father is looking at him so strangely, fingers trailing over his body. 1 knows it's wrong but can't find the energy to fight when his legs are pushed up, spread wide, fingers sliding into him covered in oil. What is he? Shouldn't... god, shouldn't. It's okay, he needs it. Needs to be filled to replace his magic as it's used up. They're going to take good care of him. He can do what he normally does all day and when he's in need, they'll see to him. But he doesn't want to be... Not that. So hard already, he knows he wants it. No, that's the spell, what he did to him. Doesn't matter, baby, going to make it all better. Takes him, 1 clenching even while crying out. That's it. Knew he'd find a use for him, even if it was just between his tight cheeks.


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Whoot, my head is killing me. Lots of $0.99 MM reads below!

Hey, babes. Uh… I had an idea. I know, that’s kinda my thing. I get ideas and write them down and *snort* it’s a book! XD So, some while back I had this fun idea for a kind of Demon Virus reboot. For those who missed it, Demon Virus is a free fic you can snag where the concept was the MC gets stalked through the computer by a pretty rapey incubus. Like, I wanted to make a series or a novel out of Mikey and Will hunting down the bastard incubus who changed him and others and find a way to be changed back. Except, they need to first find the next virginal victim, so Will has been tracking the incubus’s movements online as best he can, while Mikey is trying to get the thralls who are changed to not totally lose their minds from the change—yeah, cuz drama! And I was going to open on this party where they think the next strike is already underway, introduce the characters in the game and then… Well, I think this would be another fun plot line for one of those choose your own adventure things. Because I could do so much with it. My brain loves this kind of interactive novel idea where you have the reader making choices just looking to get to all the sexy outcomes and I feel like this plot could totally suit a lot of sexy outcomes. Like ridiculous, fun, pick a character, pick a conflict and go with it. Who would be the guy chosen as the sacrifice to lure the incubus in? Would it work or will the Incubus choose someone else? What if the guy chickens out last second, goes and has sex with someone—because he doesn’t want to risk being turned into a mindless sex thrall—and someone else is picked as a result and the plan thwarted? What if Mikey can’t keep Will from being a total horny bastard (even though Mikey is the sex thrall and Will the damn human!) What happens when a bunch of poor, tormented sex thralls end up at a college party? What happens if the Incubus is actually caught?!! I love everything about this idea, of being able to write both stories, all options (at least, the most fun, sexy ones.) Just, I still have no clue how to fucking do it. XD I think that’s why my brain is all over this. I want to solve the problem of it. The multiple plots, the how to branch a story and allow it to double back, or just end. It’s such a project and my brain loves problem solving—plus the whole writing of sexy sex. XD I could fit just about any kink I want in there depending on the branch of the story. Straight to gay, first time, incest, monster sex, multi, sex thrall gangbang—it’s a thing now that I can conceive it. Lol. And what if such a concentration of paranormal beings like incubi sex thralls attracts the attention of other paranormal beings? It really is just this fun, anything goes kind of concept. Love it. I could set it up on the website for starters—I can’t even imagine formatting the book just yet… okay, I can because my brain is on this shit, but still. I could set it up, start it as a free thing cus it’s interactive, maybe have some extra sexy branches locked so the subscribers feel they’re getting their value for supporting me. Squee, so many possibilities… Oh, maybe I could do subscriber polls to help decide which path to explore next?! I have defined the ending of Hellcat (at least 10,000 words more @[email protected]) and am writing it into reality this week. Ah, TJ, you’re so screwed. <3 Then it’s back to Sorcerer Slayer (yay!!!) and I think the Demon Virus idea—unless something else catches me first. Oh, I nearly have the next Demon Bonded fully outlined and sketched, too. Ky’s going to school! Oh, oh, oh, and I keep forgetting to tell people. Demon Bonded #10 is out of KU and now permanently available for $0.99. Snag it if you haven’t yet. *deep breath* I hope you’re all enjoying your weekend. Lol, excuse my manic joyful blathering. I’m having fun in my head again. XD

Laws of Attraction- $0.99

Welcome to the world of Luke Hanson. Every few months he has to move to a new town, so friendships and relationships are as fleeting as the scenery. Until he ends up in Glendale for the last months of high school, where he meets the resident bad boy, Kris. Kris is enigmatic and mysterious. With his tattoos, wit and guitar skills, he’s every girl’s, and Luke’s, dream - but he keeps distance from everyone. Living on the two ends of society, with Luke in the uptown and Kris in the poorest neighborhood where poverty and abuse are a normal occurrence, will Luke be able to pass the emotional barriers Kris had set in place and have a real relationship? Laws of Attraction is the first in series of MM contemporary romances, but can be read as a standalone novella with a HFN ending. Tropes: First Time, Enemies to Lovers, Coming of Age.

Angel’s Feathers

How far would you go for the one you love? How much of yourself would you sacrifice? Trapped on a decaying Earth and cut off from the rest of the Universe, humans are no longer allowed to leave their planet. Break this one law and you die: a penalty enforced by flyers, aliens who look like angels of long-lost religions. Michael, the flyers’ leader, is the Punisher who carries out every public execution. Adam, a young human with near-perfect memory, is committed to rebuilding Earth and a true believer in the flyers’ dominion. While Adam’s support for flyers isn’t a secret, his deep love for Michael is. Not even Michael knows, for his kind never take human lovers, and to Adam, they are too far above him to reach. In his broken and unwelcoming world, Adam’s love can only lead to pain, loss, and disaster. Yet there is no force in the huge expanse of stars and galaxies that can stop Adam from following Michael to the end of existence. Not even Adam’s own beliefs.

Straight By Day- $0.99

Braden: What I thought was a casual fling from a hookup app turns out to be a meet-up with the most famous actor in the world. I want nothing more than to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity until I realize he’s in a relationship with an equally famous actress. However, once he informs me that the relationship is simply meant as a public cover-up, I find myself in his hotel room. It doesn’t take long before I realize that a passionate night with Patrick could turn into more than a quick rendezvous. The other problem? He’s never gone all the way with a man. Patrick: For as long as I can remember, I’ve chased a glamorous life of lead roles in action films and multimillion-dollar paychecks, but a one-time hookup turns into more than a quick thrill and forces me to throw caution to the wind. The public may view me as nothing more than an action hero, but Braden sees me for who I really am. The only issue now is figuring out if I’m able to walk away from the fantasy life I’ve built to live the authentic life that I’ve only ever seen in my dreams. With millions of people watching my every move, I have to decide if I’m strong enough to cast aside fame and fortune and finally embrace what I truly want.

Strays, Links And Demons- $0.99

Episode #10. The line between humanity and demon blurs... Ky can't catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky's hope or doom in his upcoming trial. The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them. Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question. There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been.

The Drunk Email—free

Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It's impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he'd ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk.

Demon Bonded #10!

I know, finally! XD

Finally. You can’t come from a place of gratitude unless you stop where you are. I am full of gratitude to see this book out and be able to share it with you all. Ky, Lovely, Feral and Magnificent Night are back, along with the drama of their existence. I warned a little bit before that the format is changing. Demon Bonded started out as 10,000 word episodes of erotica mixed with plot. We’re going to be seeing a switch as plot takes center stage; the erotic nature is still there, more so in later books, but there is a story to tell and each episode will be getting longer because of it. Thanks for hanging in there, loves. Your continued support has made this possible. An artist can be a fragile existence of doubts, fears, and insecurities. I do my best to overcome them all, but it is not a journey taken alone. Thanks for being here for it. As a result, Demon Bonded #10 will be enrolled in Kindle Unlimited for the first 3 months. I have a history of issues with this program, as most of you know. At the same time, I know many of my fans use KU because it’s affordable. You guys are more important than my rants and I want to make sure you can enjoy these stories. For real, there is no point writing if no one is reading. Oh, so Demon Bonded is updated on the website; subscribers can now read the fully edited series. Three are available for Free Members: episode #1, and bonus episodes #1 + #2. Within the next week or so, I’ll be compiling the new versions, making new covers, and re-publishing Demencious Saga and Apprentice Saga, the Demon Bonded bundles, that way you don’t have to go out buying each episode (unless you really obsess over getting the new covers. XD) ARC readers, I’ll be sending an email with episode #10. I’m behind again, of course—pretty sure it’s a default at this point. <3

If you picked up a copy of Blackthorne by Sadie Sins...

Welcome. You're now included in a mm (aka gay, man on man) romance and erotica book list. It's a weekly list that usually includes deals on books in the mm genre of all types, as well as whatever topical stuff I react to at the moment. If this isn't your thing, you are not obligated to remain signed up. If it is your thing, I'm glad to meet you and I hope you enjoy your reading. <3 ~Sadie Sins I'm actually going through the process of unsubscribing those who have never opened the emails. Mailing list services aren't cheap and they charge by the subscriber. So if you suddenly stop getting those emails you've been ignoring, this would be why. ^^

Puerto Rico Needs Our Help

I’m going to come out and say it; I am one of the 50% (I’m certain this number is higher within the states) of Americans who didn’t know Puerto Rico is a territory of America until this disaster struck. It wasn’t something really stressed upon in my education, and it wasn’t talked about in the day to day of the household I grew up in. Maybe if they were allowed to vote, it would be different; suddenly red and blue would be rushing to manipulate the people of Puerto Rico for their vote and they’d be recognized. Because of my ignorance, and because I have readers in Puerto Rico, a few I have thankfully heard from to discover they’re well either through email or Facebook check ins, I wanted to learn more. I want to understand the weight of responsibility and where it’s held during a crisis like this for a territory of the United States. I remember Hurricane Katrina; the looting, the rape, the starvation, the lost—so many people lost and never found again because the government took too long to act. Worse, they didn’t bother to care. I won’t name it racism; we all know it’s racism. No matter how many Black Lives memes try to breathe simple awareness, it feels like white lives are the only ones who get attention (or voting rights.) This week, it was the voices of the angry, offended white people over black people kneeling during an anthem. You couldn’t even have a black person be ‘silent’ in their protest without the screams of others to block them out. All while people, US citizens, were suffering, hungry, and dying on an island who doesn’t have voting rights. Food is rotting, power and communications is scarce. There are those outside of Puerto Rico still waiting to hear from loved ones and they don’t know if they’re dead, or just unable to communicate. I want to stress even though Puerto Rico itself is scrambling to get their people safe, protected and fed, their island has been devastated and resources limited. Think of having your toolbox swept away and rusting in the ocean along with all the things needed to be fixed. Refrigerators full of food but no power, and temperatures where digging a hole to create an old school icebox really isn’t going to do much to preserve the food long. Outside resources including clean water and safe food is needed to keep these people alive until they can rebuild. Vox has an informative article about what’s happening and how to help. At the bottom of the article is a list of places you can donate to support Puerto Rico while America bitches over the right to kneel or stand during a racist anthem that third verse includes the line “No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave.” The writer of the Star-Spangled Banner has been quoted as saying blacks are “…a distinct and inferior race of people, which all experience proves to be the greatest evil that afflicts a community.” A note for the ego; when you can accept your ignorance without the reactions of shame, without the ego getting in the way screaming ‘I’m not a bad person; don’t judge me,’ as it lashes out to prevent feeling small, vulnerable and unloved, you can learn, move forward, and do something in response. We are all learning, we are all capable of being better, but it takes accepting that we don’t know it all in this moment first. We don’t need to perpetuate the same crimes just to keep from looking like an idiot; it has the opposite effect seen clearly from the outside.

May Ally Lee Steinfeld Find Peace

I only discovered this yesterday, and I feel like I'm in mourning for this beautiful trans girl. I don't usually bring this stuff up in newsletters but my mind is here, my heart is here, breaking. The police are ignoring the hate crime aspect - society, authority, the supposed moral core who upholds our laws are ignoring the demented, hate filled purpose of why this 17 year old was killed in Missouri. When it is ignored, it is allowed. An innocent lost her life after being tortured, mutilated and set on fire, and it is allowed because she was trans. Until it is recognized trans are being singled out and victimized for one reason, they exist seemingly different in a sea of unique individuals, there will be no justice. How can we educate when people won't admit to the problem? How can we look to our police to protect us, when they ignore our cries for help? I cannot find peace with this world but I truly hope Ally has. I don't want to hold this pain and build it in the world; I don't want to define the world by the worst. At the same time, I cannot ignore because ignoring allows. Mourning is all I have today for every teenager who fought to have a right to be who they are and shine and was stomped down for it. We all have a right to shine as we are, beautiful and unique.

Demon Bonded #10

The line between humanity and demon blurs... Ky can't catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky's hope or doom in his upcoming trial. The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them. Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question. There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been. Each episode in this sexy, suspenseful gay monster harem serial is over 10,000 words, and should be read in order to be enjoyed fully.

The Android And The Thief - Wendy Rathbone

Will love set them free—or seal their fate? In the sixty-seventh century, Trev, a master thief and computer hacker, and Khim, a vat-grown human android, reluctantly share a cell in a floating space prison called Steering Star. Trev is there as part of an arrangement that might finally free him from his father’s control. Khim, formerly a combat android, snaps when he is sold into the pleasure trade and murders one of the men who sexually assaults him. At first they are at odds, but despite secrets and their dark pasts, they form a pact—first to survive the prison, and then to escape it. But independence remains elusive, and falling in love comes with its own challenges. Trev’s father, Dante, a powerful underworld figure with sweeping influence throughout the galaxy, maintains control over their lives that seems stronger than any prison security system, and he seeks to keep them apart. Trev and Khim must plan another, more complex escape, and this time make sure they are well beyond the law as well as Dante’s reach.  

Baby For My Omega - Dex Bass

Alpha doctor Adam Albright and omega reporter Oscar Oliphant both need love. Each of them dreams about that special man for starting a family together. But their busy careers haven't let them find what they deeply need. Convinced that he can't find an alpha to love him, Oscar checks in to MPreg Hospital for an artificial procedure to become pregnant. At the hospital, he meets Adam, and he knows they have something very special together. Oscar knows there's no way Adam could be single and working at MPreg Hospital. And even if Adam is single, there's no way MPreg Hospital would allow Adam to love a patient. It can only end badly. Unless Adam risks everything he has for an omega who caught his eye and his heart. Adam and Oscar's love is too strong to be held back. They risk everything for love and fatherhood together.  

The Struggle Within - Tyler May

Through Ryan’s trials, there are three different perspectives: a best friend watching from the outside, a lover desperate to get in, and his own mind. His struggles were theirs. He just didn’t know it. A tragic accident changed Dr. Ryan Jacobs’ life and freed him from a past he thought he’d never escape, but with that freedom came the realization: he could escape the man, but would be bound to the torturous battle within his mind. Fighting for control of his thoughts, he lived recklessly in a life of addiction and the next good time. Wearing a mask of deception, and hiding it beautifully behind his playboy ways, he fooled himself into thinking this was the real him, but he couldn’t fool everyone. Dr. Michael Jonas considered Ryan more than just a friend, he was his family. With the support of his wife, Michael held Ryan’s hand, listened to him cry, and helped him through the hardest events of his life. He could see through the fake smiles and playboy attitude, seeing his best friend for the man he really was. After Michael’s wife had given birth to their first child, Michael vowed never to let pain affect his family again, Ryan included. But Michael carried his own burdens and watching Ryan struggle was harder than he thought. It tore him apart, silently, until there was only one choice. Save his best friend before it was too late.  

Strays, Links And Demons

Episode #10. The line between humanity and demon blurs...

Ky can't catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky's hope or doom in his upcoming trial.

The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them.

Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question.

There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been.

Each episode in this sexy, suspenseful gay monster harem serial is over 10,000 words, and should be read in order to be enjoyed fully.
14,000+ wrds, Published September 29, 2017.
Heat level: X






on January 27, 2016

on September 13, 2017
OH MAH GAWD! This is one HELL of a sexy series!!! I was not only impressed by Sadie's characters, but the sex is absolutely out of this world. I would have thought after reading MM books all these years that I couldn't be completely turned on by a scene, but she did it. WOW!!! If you're looking for something unique (characters are amazing) this is the series for you. I'm really, really looking forward to reading the rest of these amazing books!!


Ky stared blankly up at the ceiling where he was lying in bed. The gargoyles leered down at him from between his dark, damp strands of hair. His towel was strewn beside him, and he hadn’t bothered to dress. He didn’t feel like moving, didn’t feel like getting up, didn’t feel like anything. He didn’t know where Lovely and Feral were. He wasn’t sure if he was pissed off they disappeared when he had so many questions or if he was glad to be alone.

Probably the latter. It was too much of an effort to talk while he felt like this.

Everything was a mess. His mind was a dark buzz of something bordering misery if he could find the energy to feel even that. The fucked up thing was it had nothing to do with Tobias. It should have. If he had a fucking soul, he would feel something for helping to take a life. When he searched within, the most he felt was resigned.

It had to be done. Tobias did worse—so much worse—and would have continued to. Death came to everyone whether they were good, evil, or a fucked up sorcerer who killed the majority of the demons he summoned. If anyone was overdue to die, it was Tobias Godwin.

Ky’s melancholy had everything to do with his mountain of fuck ups, the biggest on the pile being Magnificent Night. With a sigh, he touched his collar and the links hanging there. There were so many now. It wasn’t that long ago when he was surprised to have Lovely’s jewel on the smooth leather. Now there were seven lives connected to him. Seven trapped souls were stuck in his care, and he had no fucking clue what to do.

He was so naive. Dumb, really. He was so fucking dumb. How many times did he nearly get himself killed just this fucking week? He trusted too easily and with beings who had no reason to return his trust. Anselm studied Magnificent Night for at least 200 years. He was chained for 200 years. For all the good Ky wanted for the Relics, really, why should they trust him? He was lucky Magnificent didn’t break his neck the first moment they met. He could have. He could have killed him and drained him as easily as any rat. Freed, a Requiem had the ability to take on an Overseer and win. Magnificent could have killed him, but he chose to feed from him instead.

The sex, the perceived affection; what did it mean to Magnificent? Ky might as well have fallen in love the moment he saw the beautiful Requiem. He sure as fuck lost his mind, if not his heart to a demon who refused to talk to him. It couldn’t have been the same for Magnificent Night. What was sex to a creature like him but a manipulation? A meal. It was much worse since being chained for 200 years. An obligation.

Screw the stupid baby sorcerer so he’ll set him free. Fuck him so he won’t leave him to die alone in the basement. Fuck him so he won’t beat him, or starve him, or kill him.

Ky sighed and rolled to his side. He threw his arm over his face to block the light from his eyes.

God, he was a monster. He was a damn naive child and Magnificent saw it clear enough. Hell, he couldn’t even be angry about it. Magnificent deserved to be free, not chained, enslaved or tortured by that Overseer Demencious. As for Lovely and Feral? It was probably the same, right? Why would it be different? Lovely made every move from the beginning. He needed power, he needed a sorcerer to help him kill Demencious, and Ky was the only one there.

What was he really expecting from beings so much stronger, faster, and smarter? Relics lived far longer and saw so much. Who was he to such perfect beings but a nuisance at best? A slave owner at worst. They must laugh at him every moment he wasn’t around.

Probably now. He was just the idiot who thought he was in love with strangers from another world. Three. Love for three, but he’d fuck any of them who showed an interest. He was the idiot for thinking he was more than food and a path to safety for a bunch of abused and frightened beings. He was such a fucking fool.

All the Relics wanted was to be free, and he chained them because of Magnificent’s power. It was just another sign of his weakness. Even when he tried to do his best, he just destroyed lives.

Ky sat up slowly and reached for the towel. He ruffled his hair to get the last of the water out as his thoughts continued their dark spiral. He needed to find a way to remove the bonds without harming the Relics or himself. There had to be a way. Tobias removed Liem’s link to Brave. There had to be a way to free them all from him. He’d find a way to break Magnificent’s chains, free the Relics from his collar, and they could go live their lives.

Maybe Lovely, Feral and Magnificent would want to live with Brave’s group. They could all have a home in Tobias’s mansion free of any humans telling them what to do.

Ky stood and slipped into a pair of fresh underwear. He went to the wardrobe and pulled out an only mildly slashed pair of black jeans. His fingers sought the holes, his eyes unseeing as he stared at the floor.

It would be best. He wasn’t cut out for this. Dumb. He was always so dumb. He hated it. If he were smarter, he’d be doing something real with his life instead of wasting it on an art degree. Maybe he would have started in a field where he’d be making money so his parents wouldn’t be struggling. They were paying for his college when he hadn’t even tried to get a job. He had to be a total asshole to think that a degree at a community college was somehow going to propel him to artistic stardom.

Ky sighed dejectedly as he pulled his jeans on. These thoughts weren’t necessarily new, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling them quite this completely. It was like his optimism and joy for life drained from him the same moment he discovered what the power Magnificent Night gave him really did. It made Relics think he was someone trustworthy, someone attractive, sexy, and irresistible. If they were foolish enough to have sex with him, they ended up bonded to him and trapped. Just another link on a sorcerer’s collar.

Monstrous. Every Relic he went near became a puppet to his new power. Ky could only hope if he did find a way to unlink Magnificent Night, the ability would leave him as well. No one as dumb as him should be allowed to have such an awful power.

Ky reached for a shirt the same moment he felt a strange flare shoot through the soles of his feet. “What the…?” He blinked down, then stumbled back as Feral and Lovely burst through the wardrobe.

“Someone crossed the wards.”

Ky’s confused gaze turned to Lovely and then to Feral, both of them tense and expectant. They were beautiful, warriors designed for better things than this. They deserved so much, and he was holding them back. He was keeping them trapped.

Lovely touched his shoulder, his violet and blue eyes piercing. “Ky, the wards are breached.”

It took him a moment to remember what a ward was, and then another to realize the repercussions of having someone cross through. Fuck, even now he was just an idiot. Ky shook himself as the seriousness of the situation sank in. “An Overseer?”

“Sorcerer. He’s crossed the wards but hasn’t destroy them. It’s a show of ability.” Lovely’s claws extended and his fangs grew sharper. His cat-like ears twitched as he tilted his head and listened to the noises of the house. “He’s downstairs with your parents.”

Fear stabbed through Ky, deep past his depression and apathy. Demencious targeted his parents last time; would a sorcerer do the same? Tobias, a master sorcerer, didn’t seen demons as human and had no problem killing them because of it. He knew Ky was a sorcerer and yet Tobias admitted to wanting to see the Relics kill him through the black link. When faced with powerless humans like his mother and father, Ky doubted such a man would hesitate to kill if it got him what he wanted.

Ky didn’t bother stopping for a shirt as he whirled from the wardrobe and ran to the dresser. He tucked Tobias’s wand in his back pocket and brandished Anselm’s in hand before he stalked to the bedroom door and threw it open.

Feral stopped him at the door frame. His brows were knit together, golden eyes stormy. “What are you doing, whelp? Thornes and I…”

“He broke into our house.” Ky pushed past the coyote demon and headed for the stairs. “If you don’t kill him, I will.”

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Raider was holed up in his room eating a lunch he really couldn’t get down. Classes started back up that day but there was no way he could be tricked into participating. His world was rocked, flipped upside down, and no one was getting him to do anything until things settled. Or at least until Fox was woken from his magic induced coma, anyways. No place was safe; not inside the Academy, not outside. Especially not outside. Raider had no place he belonged, no one who cared about him, and the one being he did spend the majority of his days with was determined to sabotage him at every level, the damn furry raccoon.

That he was trying to eat was hard enough. And really, the only reason he was trying was because now he knew Michael cooked. The instructor was extremely busy as he looked to find just who attacked them so this was about as close to the calming man Raider was going to get to at the moment. He was miserable, bored, and lonely but at least the roasted potatoes tasted good.

Raider’s eyes flickered to the door as he heard someone pass. His gaze stayed and narrowed when whoever it was actually stopped on the other side. Dr. Rob had been by once to see if he was doing okay. He wanted him to talk, but Raider wasn’t dumb enough to get sucked into therapy. In a day Dr. Rob would have him repeating shit like a robot about how great the Academy was and how predators were awesome and shouldn’t shifters totally give up their lives for sorcery. Or something; Raider wasn’t sure what Dr. Rob’s deal was but it was probably extra evil with his sweet smile and soft, brown eyes.

Was he even a real doctor?

There was a knock, and Raider jumped, his eyes wide, plastic fork stuck between his lips. Glaring at the door now, he carefully pulled the utensil from his mouth before speaking from his spot cross-legged on the bed. “What?”

“Uh, hey. Can we talk?”

Raider frowned the moment he recognized Forest’s voice. What the fuck did he want to talk to him about? Was he going to give him shit about Vincent? Or maybe he was looking for something shiny he was missing. Raider internally groaned and searched his memory to see if his inner animal was again trying to keep him away from any spot in his room. He was pretty sure when his raccoon got stressed and freaked out, it stole even more. Considering he tended to kind of blackout during those times, it was hard to keep track of it all.

He stood reluctantly and crossed the room. “What?” he asked as he unlocked and opened the door one handed, his plate of food in the other.

“Hey.” Forest leaned against the door frame, his gaze anywhere but on him. His clothing was rumpled and his short dark hair mussed like he hadn’t bothered to brush it that day. Raider’s gaze slipped down before he could stop himself, taking in Forest’s shoulders, biceps and tight hips. He reeked of sex, and his odd yellow eyes were dark, moody as they glanced his way a moment. “About what happened… Do you think you can handle going over that with me?”

Raider shrugged, suddenly finding his food very interesting. “You want to yell at me too for getting caught by a dragon catcher?”

Forest shook his head. “Nah, I just want to get as much info as possible.” He glanced behind out at the sparsely populated lounge and ducked his head closer to Raider. “It’s not your fault, man. Those fuckers steal shifters for a living. You can’t blame yourself for getting caught.” His gaze locked with Raider’s for a moment. “If they want to catch you, they’re going to catch you, right?”

Raider licked his lips nervously. Forest’s cat was at the surface, hungry and wanting something. His mind slipped back to that moment in the hallway when Leo and Forest were all over him before Michael broke it up. He’d done so good to block it out, fear and shame warring every time he remembered. With Forest’s scent washing over him now, it was easy to get lost in all the things he liked about it.

“The thing is, I was thinking how dumb we’re all kind of being right now,” Forest continued. “Like, suicidally dumb. We’re just waiting for them to come find us. They know we have a dragon. They might have even been able to scent Wylie and Master Theo. Those freaks are going to be looking for us hardcore. Wouldn’t it be way smarter if we found them first?”

Raider blinked in confusion as he tried to pull himself back to the moment and not the dark, sweaty place Forest’s sex scent was taking him. “Found them?”

Forest looked over his shoulder again with a wary look, then tilted his head at Raider’s room. “Can we talk?”

“Um…” Forest’s eyes looked particularly dangerous, full of heat and a dark storm of emotion just beneath the surface. Raider wasn’t sure just how smart it was to be alone with him at the moment. Not when Forest smelled like that. Not when his body was tingling at old memories.

“Do you want, like, five minutes to jerk off or something?” Forest’s lips twitched in a smirk.

Raider scowled as his face flushed red. “You’re not that hot, asshole,” he muttered defensively even as his body lit up.

Forest’s grin grew and he deliberately looked Raider over from head to toe. “You are, for real. But I’m seriously only here to figure out how to catch those fuckers. That’s it. I promise I’m not going to jump you the second I’m through the door.”

Raider inhaled deeply and tried to ignore the dizzy heat such an idea sent through him. Fucked up. He was seriously fucked up. He wasn’t interest in Forest in a romantic way, and he was pretty sure Forest would laugh his ass off if anyone suggested he liked Raider similarly. It was just scent, raw attraction. Really strong attraction that was suddenly far more interesting to focus on than the other things Forest was talking about.

Raider had no interest in running into those slavers again. At the same time, he didn’t want to make it easy for them to find the Academy either seeing as he had no other place to go. It was really just self preservation that made him open the door wide and step aside so Forest could come in. Definitely nothing to do with the heat pooling in his stomach every time he found Forest’s eyes lingered on him a little too long.

“I already told the masters everything I know.” Raider moved over to his bureau and placed his plate down. “If they don’t find them, I don’t know who really can.”

“Who says the masters are even looking for them?” Forest wandered across the room, his gaze fixed on Raider’s half-made bed. “I asked Bear, and he said they were talking to the cops. The fucking cops, like the police even give a fuck shifters are being stolen.”

Raider bit his lower lip nervously. He was pretty sure if the police cared about shifters being stolen, it was only because they were in on it and getting a cut. Sorcerers basically ruled every government that existed. If not blatantly, than from the shadows where the law refused to touch them. “You think we can do better?”

“I think we need to try.” Forest sighed and turned with his hand tangled in his messy hair. He looked tired and a little wild eyed. “There are two of us lying in the hospital and no one knows if they’re going to make it. I really don’t want to sit around waiting to be picked off one by one. Those guys are going to be looking for us and I don’t see anything that’s really going to stop them from getting in here once they do.”

Raider’s stomach clenched nervously. “What about all the magic and stuff? The wards? The Academy is protected against werewolves and stuff.”

“Yeah, and our resident werewolf is in a fucking coma,” Forest snapped back, only to sigh when he saw Raider’s expression. He glanced away and took a calming breath, his hands waving energetically. “Sorry, I’m not here to freak you the fuck out. I’m already freaked. It’s been two days and I know the masters aren’t going to do shit. They’re going to follow the rules, those slavers are going to have a chance to heal, and then they’re going to come back and murder everyone. And the ones they don’t murder, like you and me, they’re going to…”

“Stop,” Raider interrupted, his voice hoarse as his mind filled in the blanks with the worst possible scenarios. “I get it.”

“Sorry. I just… sorry.” Forest shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, his shoulders slouched. “I don’t even understand how you’re calm about this. I thought you’d be in here freaking out.”

Raider wasn’t fully sure why his raccoon hadn’t been freaking out about this particular line of thoughts. It was clearly stuff the creature would be quick to jump to. For some reason he just naturally trusted Michael was going to fix it all. After seeing power like Theodore and Vincent’s, it was hard to think anyone could break into the Academy and get to them. Raider was realizing Forest thought it though, and he’d been living there much longer. He knew way more about how things worked at the Academy than he did. “You really think they can get in here? Even with the masters?”

“It’s not something I want to fucking wait to find out about. That was a fucking demon; whoever owns him knows the kind of score he can get in this one place. I don’t feel good about it.” Forest gave him a curious look. “No offense, you’re just, you know, always worried. I kind of thought you’d want some company.”

“You were worried about me?” Raider glanced up from his study of his bare feet, his gaze full of surprise.

Forest shrugged, an awkward grin flashing on his face. “I’m not an alpha type; I don’t buy into that shit of anyone needing another to make life bearable. But your scent is for real, man. I knew you were a sub when I didn’t even know what a sub really was or if they actually existed. You’re hardwired a certain way, and because of it, I figured you might be extra nervous right now and, you know, I wanted to make sure you’re not.”

Heat flooded through Raider and he stopped his nervous spinning of his ring to stare at Forest more closely. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re new, you’re having trouble fitting in, and lets face it, what happened would freak anyone out. If Leo were conscious, he’d be in a blind rage to get those fuckers before they can regroup and attack. It’s basic survival for an alpha. Kill before you can be killed.” Forest took a slow step toward him. “I hear that inner voice sometimes, and well, I guess I hear it a lot more around you. And, you know, maybe I thought it would be nice to see you again. Make sure you’re okay and, yeah…”

Raider felt flushed, his muscles tightening in anticipation the closer Forest stepped. “You, uh, you said you just wanted to talk.”

“We are just talking.” Forest tilted his head and met Raider’s eyes. “Right?”

Raider inhaled sharply as his mind quickly filled with too many ideas of what they could be doing if they weren’t talking. There had been more than a few things that happened in that hallway Raider thought about late at night. Things where when a dangerous, aggressive Leo wasn’t around seemed interesting enough to maybe explore. His mind very readily filled Michael in for that part but Raider could remember how Forest’s lips felt, the touch of his hands, slide of his tongue.

Raider closed his eyes a moment and tried to calm his suddenly strained breathing. “If you really want to, that is, uh, make sure I don’t freak out…”

Forest’s expression turned uncertain even as his gaze slid down Raider’s shoulders and chest. “I’m not an alpha. Sure, my leopard has his moments, but it’s not really our thing. I can’t really be that kind of guy for you.”

“I just…” Raider wasn’t even sure what he was saying. Everything was such a fucking mess and he really didn’t want to be alone. More than that, he didn’t want Forest to leave. “It’s my raccoon. He’s afraid of everything, thinks everyone wants to hurt him. After what happened, well, it’s really scary because now he knows there is at least one really powerful sorcerer out there who wants to hurt us. Right now I, that is, he, wants someone to make it all better. Someone to protect us,” Raider revealed hesitantly.

He couldn’t meet Forest’s eyes as the other stepped up until he was right in front of him. Forest understood enough that he was different, that he was whatever his cat knew a submissive to be, but Raider wasn’t sure if that was going to protect him from being mocked for the weakness that felt so fucking huge inside him. Just admitting what he wanted had tears stinging at his eyes and an emptiness welling in his heart that seemed impossible to fill. He wanted someone to take care of him, make everything better; someone who gave a fuck enough about him to want to do those things.

“Raider,” Forest’s voice was gentle and full of regret, “I was a total insect compared to that demon shifter. I couldn’t protect myself; I don’t think your raccoon is going to find me useful for protecting you.”

“No, that’s not…” Raider met Forest’s gaze hesitantly and was relieved to find no laughter. “No one can protect me; I get that. Leo was hurt and he’s an alpha. The other shifters barely made it out alive. The only ones strong enough to hold their own scare the fuck out of me,” he whispered roughly. “I know. I just want you to pretend. I just need someone to say they’re going to make sure I’m safe and then, and then kiss me really hard until I stop thinking I’m about to die. Can you, well, can you do that for me?”

Forest’s hand pressed up and his fingertips carefully touched to Raider’s arm. “Are you sure? You’re not confused because of my scent or anything, right?”

Raider fought a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure. I know it’s probably weird as fuck and all but I just don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to be afraid and…” He fell silent, Forest’s lips suddenly on his. Raider held still, his breath coming out in a long sigh when Forest’s tongue slid against the seam of his lips and urged him to open.

“Like that?” Forest pulled away, taking in Raider’s wide, dark eyes.

Raider licked his tingling lips and nodded once. “Harder. I like when… oh. Fuck.” He groaned when Forest slammed him back against his bureau and the wood bit into his thighs. “Can you, uh, say you’re…?”

“I’ll protect you. No one is going to mess with you, Raider.” There was a sharpness to Forest’s gaze, something that sent a thrill through Raider to realize even if Forest might think it was a strange game, his cat didn’t. His inner leopard knew exactly what this was about and had no problem taking over. Forest’s fingers bit into the nape of his neck on his next kiss. He held him close as he drove his tongue into his mouth and drank down Raider’s moans.