Dante's Dungeon

Warnings: let’s say ‘ALL’ just to be on the safe side. Though, I probably won’t write anything too hardcore. Slash, D/s, bondage, anal, oral, touch of bestiality, etc.

Author’s note- I just figured out how to add the accent mark to José’s name—sorry about the previous chapters.


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Dante’s Dungeon
Chapter 3

Dante let a pleased smile curve his lips as his slave slowly approached. He was pleased to note that his slave had remained naked from his recent shower, water droplets still clinging to José’s taut tanned skin. He noticed that José kept a wary eye on the huge man-bull that was busy sucking on his cock. When the smaller Latino man first stayed at Silk Whispers, the two slaves had a disastrous first meeting, and since then José had always avoided the other male. Dante had been disappointed that his two slaves had not gotten along, but knew better than to rush José’s acceptance after what the almost human had been through as a slave to Bloodsuckers. Both males were demonic, as he was, but José possessed only a smattering of daemon blood and had been raised as a human. His heritage had only been a fairly recent discovery at the time and he was unused to supernatural creatures. Even his servitude with the vampires had not prepared him for a Mintesh Daemon.

As far as daemons with humanoid characteristics went, Minteshes were rather impressive, Dante admitted silently to himself as José cautiously climbed on the bed. The Maze Master was over seven feet of massively muscled, partly furred, ebony horned and hoofed demon. The closest similarity that humans were familiar with was the ancient fabled race of Minotaurs who once served them. More human visages and an extra set of arms easily distinguished them from their former followers that were now extinct in this realm. Dante knew that he was only able to have the concentration to muse about this as the Maze Master, Garth, had abandoned the talented, tormenting sucking of his cock to lick at his shaven scrotum and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The Mintesh could claim later he was simply being through in his ministrations, but Dante knew a main part of Garth’s attention was now focused on the tanned, lithe man crawling across the mattress towards them.

As José drew near Dante released his grip on Garth’s ebony horns to reach for his favorite pet. He patted and stroked the Latino’s face and hair before his fingers buried themselves in the sable curls to determinedly pull the other man’s mouth to his own. He let his hungry lips take possession of his slave’s mouth and slipped his tongue in to invade the wet cavern waiting for him. His kiss was purposely consuming, forcing José to concentrate only on him. He did not pause beforehand to reassure his slave, his presence should be enough, and if a little apprehension still lingered it would heighten the following experience, Dante understood. He thoroughly reclaimed his slave’s mouth as his personal property as his tongue stroked and twined with José’s. While the other man was caught up in their kiss, Dante hard hands roved lower over smooth skin to firmly fasten on slim hips. His hands urged José over him and the athletic former gymnast easily shifted his position. When the smaller man was settled he straddled Dante’s lower stomach, his limber legs folded down to hug the larger daemon’s hips and outer thighs. Dante’s fingers moved to knead José’s firm buttocks, loving the feel of smooth muscles under his touch.

While José had moved into the desired position, Garth had helpful held Dante’s straining erection out of the way. Now the man-bull made his presence known to the other slave as heated breath bathed the bare buttocks, and Dante’s kneading fingers as well, in a warm caress. Dante felt José shiver and moan into his mouth at the erotic flow of air against the sensitive skin of his naked ass and gently swaying, shaven scrotum. Dante decided it was time his slave learned to appreciate the differences that were unique to the other male, the long, talented tongue for instance. He used his fingers that had been kneading José’s firm buttocks to spread them and one tapped gently on the now exposed small dusky pink furl. The Mintesh need no second urging or instruction. The large man-bull braced himself on one set of arms as he learned closer. Dante felt a wet brush of the larger daemon’s probing tongue as it explored the wrinkled puckered treasure offered to it. José stiffened in surprise, but Dante’s firm grip and hard hands kept the slave’s lower half motionless for the exploration of the other male. The tanned, smaller man moaned into Dante’s mouth as the larger daemon’s slightly pointed tongue tip flicked his rear entrance with repeated licks before slowly pushing in.

Dante smirked as his slave tore his mouth away from their shared deep kiss to throw his head back and pant. He knew from first hand experience just how thorough the other male’s ministrations would be. José’s expression was slack with dazed desire and his smooth cock was frantically rubbing a trail of wet pre cum on Dante’s flat belly. The warm fluid was creating a lubricated passage for his slave’s increasingly rapid movements. Then Dante’s attention was diverted from watching his pet’s growing passion as sharp claw tips ever so lightly caressed his balls. He had forgotten his other slave’s extra set of hands and how skilled they were at driving his own desire to unbelievable heights. The larger daemon knew just the right amount of pressure and when to alternate it to make his touches teasing and tormenting. The hint of true danger that also hovered unseen and unspoken during their infrequent, heated encounters also added another dimension of spice to their time together. Thanks to his mixed heritage, Dante healed swiftly from most any injury, even one inflicted by another daemon, but it would take longer if it were from a Mintesh.

Dante did not mind that most of the Mintesh’s attention was focused on the smaller male. He knew his larger slave had long been fascinated with the smaller daemon-human cross. Though the Maze Master was surrounded nightly by nubile, sex crazed club visitors and the performers that worked in the labyrinth, many who would want to be played with by the exotic, partly furred daemon, Garth would only be able to find pleasure with a few of them. His size and specialized sexual demands would be too taxing for normal humans to accommodate. José, though, with his supernatural heritage, did have more stamina, sturdiness and an added healing ability that would enable him to satisfy the larger male’s needs, if allowed. Garth had a vested interest in assuring that the smaller male was enjoying himself now and that other encounters could possibly follow, Dante understood, and from the breathlessly keening cries José was uttering it appeared that he definitely was.

Dante also knew from his pet’s responses that his orgasm was not far away and the daemon decided he wanted José’s climax to be achieved in a different way. He commanded in a low voice for Garth to halt and when a disgruntled growl answered him he gave a stern look over José’s smooth shoulder at the larger male. With reluctance the Maze Master sat back on his heels and glared petulantly at Dante. Dante ignored the Mintesh, his attention focused on detangling the clinging, whimpering Hispanic man draped over his chest. He firmly flipped the smaller male on his back next to him and gestured to the larger daemon, who eagerly moved forward. One set of arms grasped the taut, trembling thighs of José as Garth crouched between them. Dante watched as the broad mouth opened and the long, talented tongue licked the other slave’s exposed cock as if it were a Popsicle. José moaned and writhed, but the larger daemon easily held him still for his hungry explorations. Dante noticed with amusement that his smaller slave had curled his hands around the other daemon’s horns, trying uselessly to control the larger male’s motions.

Dante enjoyed observing his two slaves indulge in their pleasure, but soon his aching erection was reminding him of his own unfilled needs. His strong hands stroked the Mintesh’s fur as he moved behind the man-bull. He felt the powerful muscles tense under his soothing palms, but no protest was uttered and his possessive nature was appeased at his slave’s apparent willingness. Dante knew from the past they shared that the Mintesh was too dominant to truly enjoy submitting to him and allowing the Incubus cross to mount him, but in return for this privilege of being allowed to share the coveted smaller slave he would relent. Though Dante relished the control he possessed, he had another pleasure in mind for his patiently waiting erection. The Mintesh did posses an enjoyable tight rear channel, but it did feel, once inside, like any other. The rest of the daemon, however, was so very different. Dante pressed the muscled furred thighs together and slid his swollen shaft between them and sighed. The long silky hair of the daemon’s inner thighs caressed his cock from root to weeping tip. He growled in pleasure as he stroked into the silky channel he had created. The long chestnut fur seemed to wrap around his length and the sensation was unbelievably erotic. Dante grasped the lean hips in front of him as he thrust, his shaven scrotum rubbing against furred thighs in his in-strokes, adding another dimension to the sensations that were overwhelming him. Caught up in his approaching orgasm he almost missed the frantic tenor to his favorite’s pet’s whimpers. He looked down to see his smaller slave writhing helplessly on the silken sheets, dark desperate eyes silently seeking permission to find release.

“Come for us.” Dante commanded.

Only seconds passed before the other man was arching up into the larger daemon’s throat, keening cries escaping from a panting mouth. Shudders racked the tense body as Dante watched his slave empty himself into the hungry mouth of the larger daemon. Dante felt his Incubus nature feed from the waves of desire and satisfaction emanating from both his slaves. Even though his daemonic hunger was being appeased, his own phyiscal hunger and desire was still not sated. Dante quickened his pace, the silky furry channel he had created for his straining shaft clinging to his length and becoming slightly damp from his pre-come.

José shifted and asked, “Master, may I?”

Not knowing, or to be truthfully honest, not really caring for what his slave asked in his own trapped state of suppressed lust, Dante absently nodded. He was somewhat surprised when José moved to his hands and knees, presenting his firm buttocks to the larger daemon. Garth made a low moaning sound that sounded suspiciously to Dante’s sharp ears like a moo, but the man-bull waited. At Dante’s encouraging urgings, Garth crowded closer to the smaller slave’s exposed ass. Dante paused his own thrusting as the larger daemon took a deep, sharp inhalation and held it. From past sexual experiences with his other slave; Dante knew what Garth was doing without needing to look. The man- bull was retracting his erection back into his hairy sheath so when it emerged again it would be coated and covered with a slick, natural lubricant. This took some concentration and Dante considerately stayed still, though his throbbing thickness silently protested this decision. He waited and watched in the mirror above as Garth’s shaft slowly reemerged, thick, ruddy and glistening. The larger daemon’s claw tipped hands had been petting and caressing the smooth, tanned skin of the smaller salve. Now they curved around slim hips to draw José back and Dante reached around Garth to helpfully hold the larger daemon’s cock at the best angle for penetration. José whimpered as the blunt rounded head of Garth’s erection gently breached his small, furled opening. It was still slightly stretched by the rimming it had receive a short time ago and the thick cock began to disappear without great effort, though Dante knew his favorite pet would relish the slight pain of being invaded.

Garth had straightened to aid his entry into the other slave and Dante took this opportunity to rub his chest against the thick fur on the Mintesh daemon’s back. He enjoyed the luxurious sensation as he watched in the mirror his two slaves. When Garth was fully hilted, he paused and Dante was pleased. It was his right to set the pace and with relief he began to stroke again between the larger daemon’s tightly pressed together thighs. Garth matched his rhythm and José began whimpering. The larger male held the other slave motionless for the pounding penetration and José dropped to his elbows and buried his face into the plush pillow. Even that soft barrier could not stop the increasing tenor of his cries as Garth held him still with one pair of hands and used the other pair to reach around and play. One arm encircled his slim waist and Garth’s other hand dipped between his wide splayed thighs. Black tipped claws pulled at his dripping cock and rolled his shaven scrotum and all José could do was plead and tremble.

“I want both of you to come at the same time,” Dante told them, a purring tone to his command.

Short sharp claws had sprung from his fingertips and he wove them into the thick fur he was grasping. His tail lashed in the air behind him as Dante’s strokes increased in speed and force. The pleas that José was whimpering now included his name in the almost incoherent mutterings. Dante controlled his long cat-like tail and used its prehensile nature to reach and wrap around his small slave’s ankle, understanding that the other male needed his touch.

“Mi deseo, your climax will be the catalyst for ours,” Dante told José. “Come for us now!”

Soft Spanish curses were muttered as uncontrollable tremors wracked the sleekly muscled body. They were soon drowned out by Garth’s bellowing roar. Dante let his own release escape his body and soak the fur surrounding his spurting cock. His sticky semen matting the thick fur, Dante slumped against the broad back in front of him. Garth was braced; using both sets of arms, so he could support his own weight as well as his master’s and not crush the smaller slave beneath his massive bulk. After a few long moments, Dante straightened and shifted away, allowing the larger daemon to withdraw from José exhausted body and slump sideways. Dante moved to crouch over his favorite pet, his praising voice and softly stroking hands telling José how pleased and proud he was. He waved one hand; the tattoo on that palm flaring to life, and the wet spot on the mattress disappeared. After that was accomplished, a warm, wet cloth appeared in his waiting hand and he gently cleaned his slave. Folding the cloth he carefully wiped Garth’s softening erection before it disappeared and retracted back into its furry sheath. Dante grinned as he observed the mess he had made of the Mintesh’s silky fur and commented on it, saying that he would need to find a towel to properly take care of it.

In a low, almost hesitant voice, Garth informed them that the center of his maze was setup for the upcoming evening in the Roman bath scene. It varied, due to the whim of Dante’s father, changing from a woodland spring with playful water nymphs, or perhaps a sandy inlet complete with sunning merfolk. Another common reappearing theme was an elaborate Roman bath. There, bathers would only be clad in skimpy wet, and therefore transparent togas. It was extremely popular with the club patrons. It was the finale of the twisting labyrinth, the patrons able to look down as they climbed the stairs to reach the upper level again and exiting. Darius always liked to give them something special to observe before they left. During the day though, it would be empty, except for a few others that lived in the dimensional building that might want to enjoy the warm water as well. They would enter using the exit door to that area, for few dared to roam freely through the twisting corridors and trespass on Garth’s privacy. The Maze Master was not known to personally invite guests to share his home.

Dante gave his favorite pet a swift glance and saw only interest in the offer. No hints of fear or reluctance were visible. He realized that since his other slaves had left, José had been devoted only to him and feeding his hunger, no longer playing with others as he had occasionally in the past. He was being selfish while he indulged his laziness in not finding new submissives to serve him. That would change; the daemon vowed silently, he would indeed start looking tonight.

Dante thanked Garth graciously and he and Josè accepted, together they headed for the baths to clean themselves.

And perhaps more play.

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