Gorgeous, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn, sells his
magic spells to people looking to make a dream come true. One night, as he
gazes down on the city below from his sky barge The Dreamboat, he wonders why,
in centuries, his own wish for a man to love hasn’t materialized.
Beautiful, sexy, Darian O’Harr has suffered his fair
share of misery. He’s a musician and learned long ago to sing for his supper.
New to the city, he comes to Indigo seeking a spell that will bring him the
love of a handsome man.
As soon as he sets eyes on Indigo, his heart races and
his body betrays his pent up needs.
Here is the man of his dreams. What can Darian do as
the warlock gathers his magic to cast a spell that will bring him another man?
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Indigo didn’t sleep well for three nights after meeting
Darian. On the fourth night he didn’t sleep at all. His sexual needs beat at
him, until he couldn’t think straight. His desire burned until all he could
think about was fucking. He pushed his breakfast around on his plate the next
morning. That day he stalked the corridors of The Dreamboat eschewing meetings
and focused only on the security arrangements for the queen’s celebrations. At
sixteen hundred hours he called Milan to his side.
“Will you make an appointment at Temptations for me?
Twenty-three hundred hours will be good.”
Milan’s gentle smile comforted him. “One, Two, or
Three, sir?”
Indigo shook his head slowly. His desire threatened to
overwhelm him. Nearly crazed with sexual need, Indigo needed to deal with it or
be incomplete for weeks to come. “All of them. Thank you.”
Moments later, Milan returned. “You’re expected at
Temptations, twenty-three hundred hours as you requested. Permit me to take you
there and wait to bring you home?”
“Yes, of course.”
****
Temptations buzzed with chatter and thumped with music
in the main downstairs room. People danced, some grinding their bodies against
each other’s.
A host met Indigo. “It’s been a while, sir. I trust you
are well. Your requested companions are ready.”
Indigo nodded. He silently followed the host to the
upstairs room where beautiful men he knew only by a number would slake his
desires that night.
The host left him.
Indigo wore only a belted kilt and ankle length hooded
cloak over his naked body. He stepped out of his soft suede ankle boots, and
waited, his cock already half-erect with anticipation.
Gorgeous men entered the room, their naked bodies
muscled, their eyes dark with desire, they came to Indigo silently.
Indigo savored their looks, big cocks already filling
out into erections. His admiring gaze raked over the men, their lush dark hair,
soft and well-cut, blue eyes, gray eyes, smooth skin free of body hair, and his
cock jerked as his stomach tightened. He loved men. These men were the best of
Temptations male brothel, and they’d serviced him once before a year ago. He
sighed recalling the satisfaction. The night sparkled with promise. He watched
with growing sexual hunger.
One carried a tray and placed it on the table away from
the huge low bed. On the tray—a carafe of water so cold it misted the glass,
sachets of lube, condoms, sex toys, tissues, and a wine glass.
One unclipped Indigo’s cloak and after grazing his lips
on Indigo’s, he brought the cloak to a freestanding rail and hung it.
A low murmur of appreciation fell from Indigo’s mouth
as he savored the fleeting kiss from One’s perfect lips.
Two knelt and traced his fingertips up and down
Indigo’s legs, reaching his balls and circling feather light touches there that
made Indigo’s cock fill out in a delicious slow sensation.
Indigo closed his eyes with lust as his stomach
tightened and jerked his cock when Two stroked the backs of his thighs.
Three took the belt from Indigo’s kilt as One slid his
hands around Indigo’s face and held him fast kissing him hungrily. The kiss
seared desire through Indigo and he slid his palms along the satiny skin of
One’s muscled chest with a groan.
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E.D.Parr 2017, Evernight Publishing
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