Shackled Sorceress: Winter Queen

Coping Mechanism

Venus, despite all her scandals and whispered reputation, always had an incredible knack with timing. 

In all fairness, it was no secret that Princess Alasta was going to have her royal engagement ball, with its grand list of guests, all esteemed and powerful members of different royal families around the world. After all, one of the potential candidates was King Eiras’ Royal brother. 

Kallioped shuddered to think about the terrible age gap.

Back to the matter at hand… Venus timed her visit just before the engagement party. Which meant she would very well attend, as one of the more prominent guests. Only for witness purposes, of course.

Kalliope could not help but be vexxed, of course. Which meant she got a bit wilder in bed that night, something that Malus definitely could not complain about. Though, sweet as he was, he decided to ask.

“Are you alright?”

Kalliope let out an exasperated, huffing chuckle at the question. The slide of skin against hers was simply delicious, every pull of taut muscles was aimed to please. Her knees braced around his hips, shaking with wantonly want, nails scrabbling against his shoulders in an attempt to hold back. Kalliope slowed, and rode him leisurely, gentle and unhurried even though her entire body was quivering with anticipation. 

“Mmmm… Never better…” She purred, nipping the side of his face, rolling her hips as she went down.

It drew out a growl from the pit of Malus’ stomach and he latched his teeth onto her chest, making her breath hitch oh-so deliciously. 

“You need to stop thinking.” Malus groused, licking up a trail to Kalliope’s collarbone. The Sorceress shuddered under his touch, her body tightening but her pace was stubborn undisturbed.

“The mind is a distracting place.” She admitted.

Malus growled, angling his hips up to meet with Kalliope’s steady bounces. Gasping, she threaded a hand through the hair at Malus’ nape, tipping his head back so they could slot their mouths messily together. The kiss was slow, burning and slick with strokes of tongues. Malus’ fangs, sharper and more draconic, nipped and pulled at Kalliope’s bottom lip until a sliver of blood trickled out. He lapped at the coppery liquid, deliberately and almost timidly. Kalliope sucked her mate’s tongue in, letting Malus tickle the roof of his mouth, as he kneaded Kalliope’s backside with his rough palms. 

Pulling away once Kalliope was out of breath, Malus turned to nose and kissed along her jawline, “Now isn’t that better? Putting your mind and mouth to something more useful.” 

Kalliope smirked down at him, pushing up and rubbing her breasts against his neck, “You should use your… beastly features more often. Give me such a thrill…”

Malus’ chuckles rolled in his chest, vibrating against Kalliope in a way that made her shiver. A thick finger slipped between already stretched mounts, nudging them apart further and teasing the rim that wrapped snugly around his hardness. Kalliope’s breath hitched with a curse, a whine bubbling up in her throat even though she stubbornly kept her pace fixed, determined to tease as long as she could. Malus ducked his head, biting down on the milky shoulder before him, not enough to break skin, not yet. Another finger joined the fist, nails scratching and pulling slightly at the taunt flesh.

Kalliope’s resolve was fraying. Malus could feel it in every tremble, in the grip that was becoming bruising and the stuttering rise and fall of hips that were a hair away from slamming down onto him.

“Only for you, starlight.” Malus purred, stroking a line from where they were joined up Kalliope’s trembling spine. Her moan was a broken thing, carelessly throwing her arms around Malus neck and burying her face into his hair. Crossing his arms around the small of Kalliope’s back, Malus picked up his thrusts relentlessly, grating out delicious, keening noises from his mate.

Malus trapped Kalliope impossibly close, turning so he could properly kiss her. 

“You should only think about me… during this…” He murmured into Kalliope’s swollen lips, humming in satisfaction when she moaned in response.

“I want…” she gasped, scrabbling against his back, “I waaaaaaaaaaant…”

“What do you want, starlight?”

“I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant…” she whined as he spread her legs wider, holding her down tighter, enough to leave bruises on the softness of her inner thighs, and bucked into her so brutally she could feel her stomach tenting, “pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase…!”

Kalliope could feel his smirk against her neck, feel his nails raking down her sides as he slowed down into rolling, precise thrusts that had her seeing stars. 

She was not proud of herself, but Kalliope sobbed.

“Please!! Give iiiiiiiiiiiiiit… Give it to meeeeeeeeee!!! I want it!!! I want it!!! Fill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Malus suddenly reversed their position, pinning both of Kalliope's arms above her head and went completely still. She thrashed and desperately tried to get the friction, the speed that she wanted. But his infuriating draconic strength held her fast, making her keen in frustration, despite still being stuffed full of him.

Kalliope could not think, could not remember anything, except for Malus and ‘more, more, more!’. He smirked down at her glazed expression, lapping and nipping at the shell of her ear.

“That’s more like it…”

“Maluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusss…”

Something feral flashed in his eyes, his pupils dilated. Suddenly, Malus snapped his hips forward, burying himself completely into her.

Kalliope howled, a dragged out moan that threw her head back, offering her bare neck to him. Malus wasted no time, latching onto it with a sucking bite that was almost enough to break skin, holding her down by her jugular.

Kalliope could hear every shift they were making, the obscene noises of flesh against flesh, her thundering heartbeats, every creak of the bed underneath them, every hollowed gasp and moan. 

Malus pounded into Kalliope so relentlessly she was a twisting, screaming mess. He did not stop even when Kalliope came in violent shudders, his mouth still latched onto Kalliope’s neck as if it was his lifeline and f****d into her despite Kalliope’s thrashing in the oversensitive aftershock. 

Kalliope’s screams became an incoherent string of Malus names, bucking wildly when he forced out another orgasm from her within seconds.

Despite this, Malus still did not stop, did not slow, and when he snapped his jaws open from Kalliope’s bruised neck, he flipped her around without pulling out and continued pounding into her, not missing a beat. 

Kalliope could feel the sheets tearing in her hands as she screamed, lost in lust and mind blank with pleasure. Malus’ knees spread her legs apart impossibly wide and grinded hilt-deep into her with lightning fast strokes. Groping hands on her mounds pulled Kalliope back to meet each thrust. 

Kalliope coiled into herself as she shouted, moaned and cried, absolutely shattered as a third wave hit her like a stab.

And yet, it continued. Malus did not let up even when Kalliope’s entire body spazzed, caught between a strange state of exhaustion and euphoria. Malus wound his arms around her, hoisting Kalliope up, back flat against his chest, leaving her clawing at the air desperately. Kalliope’s shout was deafening, sitting astride Malus thighs in full display, so viciously and thoroughly f****d she was as limp as a doll, helpless for him to use her as he pleased.

Her voice became a garbled jumble, her body strung up like a snapping bow. Caught between the dead and the living, guttural moans and intelligible pleas were yanked out of Kalliope without mercy in throes of blinding pleasure. 

Malus was getting close, his rhythm was missing and his hips stuttering, frantic to keep himself going, his grips bruising on Kalliope’s body.

Malus hit his limit with a muffled, rumbling snarl that vibrated up Kalliope’s spine, pumping her full of his seeds, muscles convulsing. As if every string was cut from his body, Malus fell backward with a thud, not minding the slightest as Kalliope flopped down with him, blacked out from pleasure. Her legs spread wide open over his, so incredibly filled she started to overflow.

In the murky recesses of what was left of her consciousness, she felt his hands running down her body, so over-sensitised it quivered helplessly under his warm palms. A broken moan spilled from her open, swollen lips as his fingers traced around her opening, still wrapping around his manhood.

Kalliope felt like she weighed next to nothing as he teased her with featherlight touches, reveling in the satisfaction that she had goaded him into giving her exactly what she wanted. 

Eventually, Malus arranged them into a more comfortable position, under the ruined sheets and still nestled deep inside Kalliope. He had them lie down back to chest, one arm cushioned under her head and other hand resting over her abdomen. Kalliope purred like an oversized cat, content and blissed out. 

“Though I cannot complain about all this,” Malus nipped at the back of her neck, sending a shiver down Kalliope’s spine, “you do know we can talk, yes?”

“Mmmmm…” She mumbled her agreement, “just stressed, I suppose.”

Malus goes quiet for a moment, humming a strange but soothing song under his breath.

“I told you, we could have just invaded. Now it is a bit too late to mobilise the armies.”

She gives him a half-hearted slap on the arm, “Don’t be cheeky…”

Malus raised an eyebrow and squeezed her backside, making Kalliope yelp, “I do not think I was the one being cheeky tonight.”

“Maluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus….!”

But she then sighed, her fire disappeared just as quickly as it had flared up, “All preparations are in place. I am going to try and keep my head on my shoulders till something truly bad happens.”

Malus frowned, “That is rather grim. I would rather have your head attached to your shoulders at all times.”

“Figure of speech.”

He huffed. Kalliope chuckled, rubbing his hand, “Don’t worry too much about it, love. Anomaly just… does not sit well with me. I will stop fretting once all of this is over.”

Malus hummed in agreement. Then he frowned, “So no more wild s*x after?”

She slapped his arm again, harder this time. He snickered, then burrowed his face into her now wild mess of silver hair.

“It will be alright. You have done everything you can, and planned everything meticulously. Even His Holiness could not find fault in the arrangements you presented. If things do go South, we will know whose fault that is.”

Kalliope sighed, “I suppose so. The unfortunate thing about plans is that they usually go t**s up.”

“And you said I am the paranoid one.”

“I have learned from the very best.”

Malus chuckled, “Oh, have you now?”

Kalliope smirked, swirling her finger over his hand, “I have,” her mirth quickly dissipated though, and she sighed, lacing their fingers together, “I do feel a bit guilty, being so cautious of my own sister, but it is… difficult, knowing what I know now.”

Malus held her a bit tighter, “I am not going to play the devil’s advocate, you know this.”

“I know… I know… Under any circumstances, I would not have been so… jumpy. But the timing lined up so closely, and Venus being so politically savvy, I cannot help but be suspicious. It felt like, despite everything, despite having grown up with each other, despite being my twin… I do not know her anymore.”

It was the letter. It definitely was the letter. And the bitterness she exuded over Kalliope’s departure from Aleria. And the knowledge that Venus might have her own plans for Kalliope, just like their mother, after all.

Was Kalliope herself being bitter? Of course she was. And she knew that was just her being naive, being childish. They, Kalliope and Venus, were trapped by the circumstances of their birth. They even agreed about that when they were young. 

But the circumstances were different now. Kalliope knew better than to just plant her head in her books and ignore everything going on around her, following whatever she was told to.

“Am I being too pessimistic?” Kalliope muttered, “She is my sister, after all…”

“But that is what I am saying, starlight,” Malus spoke softly, “you do not have to antagonise yourself alone over this. I am here.”

That softened Kalliope completely, and she folded herself even closer to him, humming in satisfaction at the eternal warmth that Malus provided.

“I know. I love you.”

“And I love you, starlight.”