****** Morgian, Julien and Lucien by Sera (D/s, B/D, Anal fisting, Threesome-F/
                                  M/M) ******
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Morgian, Julien and Lucien


Part 1. Morgian & Julien

Julien's white skin was neatly framed by the tall, dark bedposts as he knelt at
the foot of the bed. His wrists were shackled to the posts, halfway up,
stretching his arms over his head. Anticipation made his breath uneven, left
his blue eyes half-closed as he awaited the next action of his mistress.
Morgian stood back and surveyed her handiwork, admiring Julien's flawless,
translucently pale body. The young man was slender rather than lean, finely
muscled but not bulky. His face was so beautiful as to be almost feminine, with
long sooty lashes framing his lovely eyes. Morgian herself was almost as unlike
him as could be imagined, save for her beauty. Her skin was olive, set off by a
wealth of curling blue-black hair. Her warm brown eyes glowed with a hungry
pleasure at Julien's plight. Her dainty, seemingly frail build belied her
spirited personality and her unexpected strength. She wore a black gown, loose
and quite opaque, but so thin and soft as to cling like water to her full,
curvy figure. Her nipples were hard, showing like buds through the fabric.

Morgian licked her red lips and lightly hefted the lash in her right hand. She
let the leather thongs trail gently over Julien's shoulder, trickling down his
back.

"Is this what you want, my beautiful child? Shall I use this on you?"

Julien gasped at the sudden touch, closing his eyes and shuddering with
excitement.

"Please, yes. Please. . . Ahh!"

The lash snapped across the back of his neck, tracing fine red lines on his
skin. The sensation made his blood sing. Morgian smiled and lifted it again,
whipping the thongs upwards across the underside of his arm this time. Julien
whimpered. Left, right, and left again, she lashed his white shoulders, leaving
a tracery of red. Julien's sobbing breath urged her on. A hungry desire built
within her, watching Julien's ecstatic response to her abuse. He was so perfect
for her, his youthful manhood, his beauty, his shyness. As she'd quickly
learned, he loved the kiss of the whip, adored pain and subservience, worshiped
the ground her slender feet trod upon. Her darling little one. Her perfect
child.

Julien was sobbing and moaning by now, his back a latticework of thin red
streaks. He was shaking and slumped against his bonds. Time for a change.
Dropping the lash on to a table by the bed, she picked up a riding crop. Swish-
thup! She slapped it down on the coverlet over Julien's shoulder. He looked
over, first at the crop, then, wide-eyed and panting, up at her smiling face.

"Please?"

He bent forward over the foot of the bed, so far as his cuffed arms allowed.
She paused for a second to savor the scene, then slapped it down again, on his
white ass. He sighed softly and bent even further as she repeated the stroke.
Morgian flogged his pale skin to a heated glow, relishing his cries. His
obvious arousal, and equally obvious pain, stimulated her.

Finally setting aside the crop, Morgian slid her cool hands over the raised,
reddened welts on his back. Julien moaned and leaned back against her hands,
pressing the bruised skin against her. She rubbed the back of his neck and his
shoulders, glided down his spine to the cheeks of his ass and caressed them. A
slim finger probed, questing, between his cheeks. Julien shuddered with
pleasure as Morgian slipped a finger into his tight ass. Then she added a
second one, and began pushing them in and out, feeling his muscles clench
momentarily around them, then relax again. She added a third, and he moaned
again, leaning back into the intrusion. A fourth, stretching his tender opening
wide, and he groaned at every movement.

"Please, oh please, Morgian. More, please. I love it. You feel so good. Take
me, please!"

Folding her thumb in against her fingers, Morgain slowly, carefully, forced her
hand into him, pinning him against the bed with her other hand as he cried out
and trembled. His strained asshole tightened around her wrist, with all of her
hand buried in him.

Julien was sprawled forward, eyes half-open and unfocused, every breath a moan
as she slowly began to push deeper. He took half her forearm before she began
to fuck him with it, pumping in and almost out again in a slow rhythm. He
screamed with pleasure, telling her in the same breath how good it felt and how
much it hurt. His aching erection was pushed against the bed-frame, knees on
the ground and splayed, ass thrust out, head and chest lying against the silken
coverlet. She used him till he was on the brink of fainting, then, so slowly,
drew her hand from him, feeling the delicate tissues stretch around her palm.
Limp, trembling in every limb, her young lover remained as he was, his widened
asshole presented for her desirous gaze. Morgian reached up and unstrapped the
cuffs on his wrists, letting him fall against the bed. Reddened bands encircled
his wrists where they had been. Sliding onto the bed herself, she led Julien up
after her, arranging him face-up in the middle of the wide four-poster. He lay
with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, exposing the luscious hollow of
his throat. Momentarily distracted, she bent and nibbled at it, catching the
smooth skin between her teeth, then flicking her agile tongue over the bitten
area. Julien sighed, a faint smile coming to his lips. Moving to his chest,
Morgian caught a nipple between her lips and suckled briefly, nipping as he
shuddered again. The poor dear, he was almost exhausted. Still so hard, though.
Her darling man-child, now just twenty and still with a sort of sweet innocence
despite it all. She reached down and caressed him with a hand, first his rock-
hard cock and tight balls, and then his aching asshole, testing with a finger
again. At her touch, another spasm shook him, and a drop of pearly fluid
appeared at the tip of his erection.

Morgain reached over and picked up a thick dildo from the bedside table, bulky
and some ten inches in length. She smoothed it with her hand and laid the tip
against his opened hole. He sighed again and edged his hips towards her,
begging mutely for it. She thrust it into him in one movement, wringing another
cry from him. Leaving the heavy shaft embedded in him, she moved up to straddle
him, pulling her gown away from her thighs. She cradled his hardness against
her soft skin, teasing just a moment longer. Then she sank down upon him,
throwing back her head and rocking her hips against him as he filled her. She
rode him hard, feeling his hips buck as the thick toy in his ass thrust into
him. His cries came faster and faster as she began to moan, rubbing against
him, her hands everywhere on him, sliding off his chest and across his flanks.
He arched upwards, again and again, ramming himself into her snug, damp warmth.
Her voice rose higher, gasping as she neared her peak. Her eyes were closed
tightly, her body straining against his, her red lips parted and gasping.
Julien cried out a final time, near shrieking as the climax wracked his body.
Her orgasm caught her as he spasmed within her, leaving a burst of hot fluid
filling her. She sprawled against him, panting. He wrapped his arms limply
around her and held her body against him as both sank into a blissful sleep,
side by side on the bed.

Part 2. Morgian, Julien and Lucien.

Pale sunlight slanted in through the western windows and splashed on the dark,
dusty velvet panels hanging from the canopy of the old four-poster. Julien
basked naked in the twilight glow, stretching slightly as Morgian smoothed a
sweet-scented oil onto his aching back. Blotchy bruises from her handling of
the riding crop mottled his lower back and white shoulders, striped his pale
ass and streaked across his smooth thighs. She began gently kneading the oil
into his skin, working kinks and aches out of his muscles. He sighed and
nuzzled into the pillow under his head as she cupped the nape of his neck,
where his soft black hair feathered delicately out against white skin. Morgian
stroked his neck, running her fingers gently over the knobs of bone under the
skin.

The wide, antique bed was in the center of the room, with chairs and tables,
vanities, and old wardrobes of a similar vintage lining the walls. A wide
screen angled across one corner, half-concealing an old claw-footed bathtub. In
an armchair by the wide window, Lucien sat watching his two lovers. Lucien was
perhaps ten years older than young Julien, rather small-framed but muscular,
and long-haired. His black shirt and coat were on another chair, and his boots
stood neatly on the floor beside them. Lucien's dark brown curls flowed over
bare, strong shoulders as he leaned back slightly, propping one ankle on the
opposite knee. A faint smile crossed his lips as he contemplated the tableaux
before him.

Morgian's curls half-hid her slender body, full hips and peaked breasts
gleaming pale between blue-black strands as she bent over Julien. Her hair
parted in a dark sweep down the length of her spine as she knelt and leaned
forward, baring her curvy, inviting ass. Julien turned his head and brushed his
black hair off his face, reaching his hand back awkwardly to stroke her bare
thigh with his fingers. Lucien rose quietly and crossed the floor, standing at
bedside behind her. He brushed the hair off her slim shoulders and ran his long
fingers along the back of her neck, down to the cleft of her buttocks. Morgian
arched her back like a cat begging for a caress, leaning against his hand. He
rubbed her shoulders firmly, pulling her back against his body as he ran a hand
over her breasts. Her olive skin was silken under his caress, hard nipples
sliding under his fingers as she closed her eyes with pleasure.

Lucien pushed her down on to the bed, nudging Julien aside to make room in the
center of the wide bed-frame. Morgian curled on her side, smiling coquettishly
up at Lucien as he leaned over her. His large hands enveloped her wrists as he
pushed her back, pinning her against his body and kissing her hungrily. His
tongue invaded her mouth; he bit at her lips, then her throat, her shoulders
and her dark-capped breasts. Lucien's hands slid from her frail wrists to her
hips, forcing her flat against the bed. He licked a line down between her
breasts to her smooth stomach, nipping at her navel, then stroking his cheek
against the dark fuzz trailing from her stomach to the triangle between her
thighs. Still pinning her, he began to lick the pink folds between her graceful
legs, spreading them with his fingers, and probing with his tongue. A familiar
musky-salt scent filled his nostrils. He moved slightly higher, nibbling and
sucking at her little bud. Morgian gasped and arched her back, twisting under
his weight.

Lucien thrust the first two fingers of his hand into her as she lay, feeling
the soft wet warmth surround them. Julien, watching with evident desire in his
eyes, curled beside her, absently stroking the length of his cock with one
hand. Morgian's brown eyes were unfocused, mouth half-open as she gazed into
nothing. She rocked her hips, thrusting herself against Lucien's hand
demandingly. Lucien drew his fingers from her snug opening and wrapped his arms
around her waist, pulling himself up beside her. He rolled atop her and felt
her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. He smiled and plunged into
her, throwing his head back as he sank fully into her embrace. Morgian moaned
and tightened her grip, feeling him fill her, stretch her tightly around his
thick organ. Holding to his shoulders, she curled up and kissed his throat as
he loomed over her, breathing hard. Lucien pulled her against him and rolled
onto his side with her, gripping her firm ass and thrusting into her, groaning.
Julien rubbed himself against her back, reaching around her and caressing her
breasts.

Morgian smiled wickedly and opened her eyes, looking back over her shoulder at
the younger man.

"Here, lover. Take me here!"

Julien's eyes widened for a moment, sliding a hand down her back and over her
ass, where Lucien's fingers curled into the division of her cheeks. Wriggling
closer, Julien held himself against her puckered little hole briefly and then
forced himself slowly into her. Morgian cried out, feeling Julien push in,
rubbing against Lucien's cock as her other lover thrust again. Julien moaned
and clung to her, lost in the sensation of her tight asshole gripping his hard
cock. Lucien took her with increasing force, holding her tight against him,
panting between clenched teeth. Julien started to move as well, rocking in and
out in time with Lucien. He moaned with each movement, feeling the older man
moving within Morgian. Shuddering excitement washed over him in repeating
waves, suddenly reaching a peak. Julien screamed and spasmed, shaking with
pleasure. He lay limp, still within her as he softened, moaning softly as her
muscles tensed and rippled around him. Julien slipped aside, sprawling in
complete relaxation and listening to his partners' sounds of pleasure. Morgian
was gasping, almost sobbing at times. Lucien had rolled back again and was
pounding himself into her with impassioned violence. Her lips were red, cheeks
flushed, her nails gouging his shoulders and back as she urged him on. Lucien
was breathing in snarls, gaze fixed as he approached his own climax. Morgian
threw her head back and shrieked. Her strong legs trapped him almost immobile
against her for a second, then she released him, going blissfully limp beneath
him. His lips twisted into a hungry smile for a second, and then he too came,
ramming himself home and tensing in every muscle, cry locked in his throat as
it took him.

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