CALYPSO
Just as the vintage Aston Martin careens up the driveway and parks under the porte cochère, three women emerge from the mansion. Calypso cuts the ignition and takes a breath to prepare himself for what's to come. His door flies open and Daisy's porcelain face is there, her delicate auburn brows pinched in hurt.
"Where have you been?" she demands. "We have been up all night waiting for you! We were worried sick."
Calypso's heart sinks. He feels guilty for worrying his little treasures. "I'm sorry, darling," he says, reaching up to caress her cheek.
She jerks back. "I smell blood on you. Were you feeding?" she asks. He hears her sniff at him and watches her light blue eyes widen. "How could you?"
Before he can say a word, she's spun around and dashed back into the house. Calypso sighs grievously. A slender, caramel-toned arm reaches the door.
"Come, Cal," says Katrina. "Let's go inside."
He grabs her bottle of pills from the passenger seat and takes the hand she holds out for him. Once he's out of the car, she peers up into his eyes, her own forest green irises gleaming at him.
"I can smell the fun you've had." She smiles a little. "You know she'll come around. She always does." With that, she pecks the corner of her lover's mouth. She pauses and swipes her tongue across the smooth surface. "She tastes incredible, I'll give you that."
"I'll tell you about it," he assures her. "I need Daisy to hear it too."
Katrina runs a hand through her inky curls with a lazy smile. "She was very upset. I think you'll have to make it up to her."
"Mmm. I'll make it up to all three of you," he grumbles, his unsalted lust returning in full force. "Go and prepare the bed, princess."
"Yes, Daddy."
"And here is your treat, Kitty," he says, offering the prescription bottle to her.
Katrina bites her plump pink bottom lip and accepts the bottle. "I'm glad you're home now, Daddy."
He nods and she pads away to the house. His last concubine lingers, leaning against one of the stone columns support the porto cochère.
"Would you like to run as well, my little dove?" he asks.
Marianne shakes her head and her tousled, platinum blonde hair sways compliantly along the crest of her shoulders. "No. I have missed you, though."
He opens one of his arms and bids her to his side without a word. The blonde steps under his arm, snuggling into his side, as they walk into the house.
"Is she still alive?" asks Marianne in her gentle voice.
Calypso peeks down at her. As always, her face is soft but unreadable. "Yes."
She leans into him more forcefully. "Will you bring her here?"
"I don't know yet. What would you think if I did?"
After thinking for a moment, Marianne shrugs. "It's up to you, Cal. I will be content with your decision either way."
"I would never bring anyone here unless I thought they could add to our quality of life," he tells her. "Thank you for trusting me, Annie." He pauses in the foyer and presses his lips to her forehead. "Now, go find Kat. I will join you soon, but I must first speak with Daisy."
Marianne pads up the marble steps of the double staircase. Calypso pulls his fingers through his hair. His eyelids flutter shut for a moment. He hates himself for disappointing them. These concubines are his life, his joy and happiness. Without them, he would be lonely life of immortality. What is the good of forever without loved ones to share it with?
He turns down the main hall and follows it, his eyes turning to the bay windows to watch the rising sun color the surrounding mountaintops in a serene coral glow. Once he reaches the girl's wing, he finds the oak door with the gold engraved nameplate that reads 'Daisy.' He knocks three times before testing the door knob. It's locked.
"Daisy," he calls to her, his voice low with repentance. "Let me inside. Let me see you."
Despite the thick walls between them, his sensitive ears still detect her muffled cries.
"No!" she yells. "I don't want to see you!"
"Well, I want to see you. Come, darling. Open the door for your master."
"You are not my master!"
He growls. "We both know that isn't true. Must I remind you?"
At her silence, he grabs the door knob and twists it so hard that the lock breaks open. He thrusts the door open and his gaze scans the room. Daisy's red hair signals him to the corner of the large suite where she's huddled against the wall. As he moves towards her, he notices the empty suitcase spread across the bed.
"Daisy," he whispers sadly. "Are you going to leave me?"
"Perhaps."
The thought crushes him. "Lift your head and look at me."
He frowns at her disobedience. While he would like to take her over his knee, his heart is wounded by her behavior. He kneels down in front of her and wraps his arms around her thin frame.
"No!" she screams as he lifts her off the ground in his arms. "Put me down! Put me down this instant, you selfish brute!"
Calypso places her on the bed and pins down her arms when she tries to slap him. Snarling, he climbs on top of her and secured her flailing legs with his. She writhes furiously against him.
"Release me!"
"I will," he growls, "once you stop acting like a brat."
Her frustrated screams rapidly dwindle into sobs. Within moments, her body is limp beneath him. Calypso shifts to lay beside her on the bed. His arm slips around her waist and he pulls her into his side. She whimpers now.
"I just wish you would've told us," she whispers. "We were so worried and—and you were just hooking up with some stupid human. I'm hurt, Cal. You hurt me. Are we not enough?"
Calypso sucked in a harsh, broken breath and buried his face into her satiny auburn tresses. "Oh, darling, my Daisy. Of course you are enough. It kills me to hear you speak that way. You know how deeply I care for you."
"Then why this girl? This human?" she spits, her pink lips twisting in distaste. "Is she just a blood bag or not? Be honest with me."
As much as it kills him to upset her, he doesn't like the way she's talking about Bellina. He bites back the stern reproach in his throat and decides a gentler discussion will be best.
"I will tell you how I feel," he says, "but we must join your sisters first."
She huffs, pouting.
"What is it, my little flower?"
"I don't want our home to get crowded. I like things as they are."
"I know, I know," he soothes her.
His hands strum up and down her back, caressing her through the thin gown molded to her willowy figure. A moment of silence passes before Daisy sighs.
"Okay, Cal. Let's join Kat and Annie," she says softly.
He kisses the freckled translucent skin along her shoulder, just above the dark swirls of long-faded ink. A ghost of a thorny flower can barely still be seen. It had been Calypso's suggestion early on in their relationship so many years ago. He smiles as his eyes rove the old familiar marking. His thorny flower—beautiful but dangerous. Between all of the concubines he's ever had, she breaks his heart the most. Still, he can never stop himself from loving her.
"Now you want to cuddle?" she taunts him, turning over so he can see her arched brow.
"Yes," he confesses. "But you're right. Your sisters are waiting for us."
Pushing up onto her elbow, Daisy positions herself over him and smiles. She brushes the back of her hand along his smooth cheek. Their eyes hold for what feels like forever, neither willing to break the spell. At last, a scream shatters their bliss.
"At it again," mutters Daisy. She rolls her glittering sea blue eyes. "We've kept them waiting too long."
Calypso shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "Coming without me. How cruel."
With that, he scoops the redhead into his arms and slides off the bed. Daisy automatically winds her arms around his neck and makes a noise of contentment as he carries her out of the room. They follow the pleasured raucous through the house, up the double staircase, and down another wider corridor.
Calypso balances the beauty in his arms with one hand and taps in the code to the playroom with his other. The door hisses as it automatically opens inward to the room. He and Daisy's gazes shift instantly towards the motion on the swing across the room. Katrina sits on the band of the sex swing, her knees looped around the leg straps. Kneeling before her is a head of bright blonde hair lost between the apex of Katrina's caramel thighs. Calypso's hungry eyes soak in the sight of one of his sluts lapping the life out of another. There's something thrilling and forbidden about watching two women fuck and he can't tear his eyes away.
"Place me down, please, master," Daisy requests politely.
Calypso does as she asks. Once her dainty painted toes have touched down on the waxed wood, she pecks his mouth and then starts towards her sisters. He watches her sway her hips over to the swing. She bends down and plants her mouth on Katrina's lips. Katrina doesn't bother to open her eyes as she reaches up to grab onto her fellow concubine's hair. She uses that to leverage her tongue into Daisy's mouth.
Even just hearing his girls' cries of pleasure makes Calypso painfully hard. He palms his cock through his trousers and watches his girls play with each other. After a moment of enjoying the view, he approaches the trio and pats Marianne's blonde head. The girl unplugs her tongue from Katrina's cunt and looks expectantly up at her master, saliva and cum clinging to the corners of her red lips. He smiles proudly down at her.
"Come and undress me, little dove," he says to her.
All too eager, Marianne rises from her knees and follows Calypso to the four-poster, king bed in the middle of the room. He turns to face her and lifts her chin with his hand.
"Undress me," he orders.
Her deft fingers make quick work of his shirt and then his belt and pants. Soon the articles are just a drab pile of cloth on the floor. Marianne kneels before him and grabs his rigid cock with her hand. She rubs it slowly, watching his eyes squeeze shut with a grunt. Without a word, she slips his member into her hot, wet mouth. Calypso stiffens. A desperate, burning ache grips him. She feels so incredible and he's so pent up . . .
Before his balls unleash his load into her willing mouth, Marianne pulls away from him. He groans and opens his eyes. Daisy lifts the blonde to her feet and gestures for her to get on the bed. Turning to her lover, Daisy's lips curl up into a devilish smirk.
"You made us wait so very long, master," she purrs. "You can't expect us to let you come so easily now, can we?"
Calypso shakes his head and sighs. "I should punish that filthy mouth for treating my poor cock this way. You're a naughty concubine, little flower."
Shrugging, Daisy turns away to crawl onto the bed. She wiggles her bare ass in his face and exposes her dripping pussy to him as she says, "You trained me this way."
Between her words and her irresistibly wanton gesture, Calypso's self-control unravels. He lunges onto the bed with a snarl, pulls his foreskin back, and slides his rigid cock right into her soaking hole. Daisy leans down onto her elbows and cries out in pleasure as he slams himself into her. Her tightness squeezes him ruthlessly, working precum from his tip. A set of hands grip his muscular thighs from behind before he feels a warm tongue probe his balls. He grunts as one of his girls sucks half of his scrotum into her mouth.
He feels the pressure building inside him and he snarls in frustration, unwilling to come so soon. The girls are all too familiar with his desires and weaknesses, however. Katrina's buoyant black curls appear in front of Daisy's lowered position. She looks Calypso directly in the eye as she speaks to Daisy.
"Suck on my titties while Daddy fucks you," she says.
Daisy raises up from her elbows and pulls the bralette down from Katrina's right breast. As soon as Calypso catches a glimpse of the massive, dark brown nipple disappearing between Daisy's red lips, his breathing harshens at the sight.
"Fuck, girls," he murmurs. "You're doing well to torment your master."
Katrina grins, her eyes fogging over, and she lowers a hand between her legs. Daisy moans as her mouth smacks around the woman's dark and pronounced nipple. At that moment, Marianne sucks both of his nuts into her mouth and groans. The vibrations of her hollowed cheeks and mind-numbing pressure of Daisy's squeezing cunt send Calypso's pleasure flying over the edge.
"I'm coming!" he rasps hoarsely before his load sprays Daisy's inner walls.
Her mouth makes a loud pop as it looses suction with Katrina's nipple. The redhead screams out her climax as she thrusts back onto his dick, sucking every ounce of cum from his balls. Once Marianne removes her mouth from around his sack, Calypso pulls himself out of the flooded pussy and lays back on the bed with a sigh. Before he can even catch his breath, Katrina straddles herself over his lap and guides his sensitive head into her folds. She holds herself up by the knees and rubs his tip back and forth along her wet slit. Each time he brushes her clit, she utters a strangled whimper. His rod quickly hardens once again.
"Daddy, I need you," she moans salaciously.
"Ride Daddy's dick like a good little girl." He grabs her hips with bruising force and slams her down onto his rod, her pussy encompassing him like a sheath.
She shudders, her pussy walls gripping him tightly, before she musters the strength to charge herself up and down his cock. Her hands latch onto his shoulders to balance herself as she rides him into blissful oblivion. Calypso can no longer resist the temptation of her protruding nipples. Leaning closer to her, pulling her front flush to his, he slips his mouth over her breasts and begins to suck thirstily. Katrina's cunt spasms around him, her thrusts faltering at the unexpected attention on her tit. Nibbling on her sensitive pebbled nipple, he uses his grip on her hips to continue savagely lifting her up and down along his length. Only after several rounds of his rough fucking does Katrina snap out of her daze to scream, "OH, DADDY!" Her entire body shudders from the force of her overwhelming orgasm. Calypso keeps his body still and cock immobile as she dismount from him. He is on the verge of flying off the handle yet again, but he's not done.
"Come, Annie," he beckons the meek blonde curled up against the headboard.
She unwinds her twisted limbs and crawls over to him, kneeling beside his bare thigh. Calypso grasps her chin ever so tenderly and nudges it up. Her eyes are the color of wet oak tree after a hard summer storm, a brown so rich and deep that he finds himself utterly mesmerized by them.
"Gorgeous," he purrs at her. "You're gorgeous, my dove."
Her eyes twinkle as a bashful flush colors her chalk white cheeks. She unknowingly sucks her bottom lip between her teeth to nervously gnaw at it. Calypso reaches up to pull the bright red, plump skin from her mouth, swiping the saliva off with his thumb. He pushes the thumb into his mouth and wraps his tongue around it. Marianne's breathing hitches almost imperceptibly.
"I want you to lie on your back, angel," Calypso tells her.
She complies without hesitation, flattening her spine to the mattress.
"Now, spread your arms and legs."
She does so without objection, though she hesitates for a moment. Calypso runs a hand over her cheek while he stifles a smile. His newest addition, Marianne is perhaps the most precious of his concubines. He loves them all for different reasons, but Marianne is a timid creature who thrives on his authority and ability to make her blush.
"Kitty honey," he calls.
Katrina pushes off the bed where she was leaning on her elbow, observing, and crawls over. "Yes, Daddy?"
He kisses her fully on the lips and probes his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She slips her own tongue out to curl around his before sucking on his lip. When she bites him, a playful love nibble really, Calypso breaks away.
His voice is raw as he orders her: "Sit on Annie's face."
Katrina utters a moan of excitement and jumps to the headboard and positions her thighs on either side of Marianne's head, careful not to sit on her hair.
Once her pussy lips contact Marianne's soft mouth, Katrina groans, "Oh, fuck."
"And me, master?" asks Daisy.
"You, my flower," Calypso says as he strokes his hard cock and lines his head up with Marianne's aching hole, "can suck and rub Marianne's adorable little tits."
"Yes, master." She crawls up to fit herself between his shoulder and Katrina's knee.
Marianne is so preoccupied with tonguing Katrina that she doesn't expect the simultaneous pressure of Calypso pushing inside her and Daisy latching onto her breast. She cries into Katrina's cunt, which makes the girl writhe and moan, riding her sister's face harder. Daisy raises her right nipple in one hand while circling the other with her tongue. As Calypso's hips begin to snap in and out of her in their reckless, violent thrusts and the blonde's body quakes. Her release is drawing nearer and nearer and closer she gets, the harder she sucks on Katrina's clit. Calypso feels his own impending climax until Marianne's pussy walls quiver and spunk explodes from his tip, blasting Marianne's labia and tangling in the patch of blonde curls around them. The force of his cum sends Marianne spiraling over her own pleasure cliff and her teeth clamp onto Katrina's clit. She cries out at the unexpected pain but comes pouring down Marianne's throat. Lastly, as Daisy leans away from the pert red nipple and wipes her wet mouth with the back of her hand, Calypso scoops a handful of cum off of Marianne's pussy. Daisy watches in mute fascination as he uses his free hand to spread her own thighs. Their eyes connect just before he pushes his and Marianne's mingling juices into her pussy. His fingers work the thick creamy liquid into her snatch, not allowing even a droplet to escape. He knows how he's turned her on doing that and he knows how easily he can make her spring loose. Burying three fingers deep into her pussy, Calypso rubs her swollen nib with his thumb and utters a lone command.
"Come for me."
His voice is stern and dry, the perfect combination to send Daisy reeling. She squirts for several seconds and coats him in her slippery fluid. He licks up what he can and watches her twitch silently in shock waves of her release. She only relaxes once he pulls his fingers out.
The four of them stretch across the unkempt bed like a pile of loosely connected body parts. After some time, Katrina invites Calypso into the shower.
Daisy moves closer to Marianne to spoon her, their naked flesh rubbing, while the other two disappear into the adjoining marble suite. Katrina turns the water on and tests the temperature. Two hands encircle her waist as Calypso kisses her neck. She makes a contented noise and snuggles back against him. His cock is already hard and long, ready to pound her again.
Katrina leads him under the spray in the marble shower. Once he's soaked head to toe, she kneels down in front of him and slips him into her throat. Calypso grabs the wall to steady himself against the unexpected blow. He watches in adoration as she takes him deep and deeper, gagging once head hits her uvula. Her hands work the base of his cock that she can't fit inside her throat. Calypso buries his free hand into her wet curls to hold her, to remind her who is in charge. Just as she sucked him to delirium's end, he pulls her off his dick and lifts her up from under her toned arms. Shoving her bare back against the cold marble wall, he eases his rod inside her with one deft motion.
Katrina holds onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounds relentlessly into her pussy. Each punch to her cervix wall draws more natural lubricant from her sex until her pussy is practically drooling around his hammering cock. Her breasts bounce with each rough thrust and Calypso loses control again. The slight upward tilt of her protruding brown nipples makes his mouth water. He feels like he's in a dream as he licks at the hard surface before devoutly sucking it, massaging it with his tongue. Meanwhile, his ruthless drilling never ceases nor slows.
A low string of moans and oaths spill out of her lips. Calypso angles himself at a higher angle, getting more beneath her, and that position allows him to stroke her g-spot while rubbing deliciously against her bud. Katrina comes almost instantly, drenching his dick as he spills his seed into her.
They sag against the wall and Calyso relinquishes his hold on her nipple. They breathe harshly in each other's ears until it's just the hot shower beating down on their naked bodies. He gently takes her jaw and kisses her.
"Thank you for my pills, Daddy," she says with a warm smile.
"Anything for you, princess." He kisses her again.
Katrina pumps soap into her hand and rubs over his lean chest. White bands of scar tissue marr his otherwise perfect flesh and she is extra gentle washing around those, even though nearly all of them happened long before she was even born.
Calypso relishes in the feel of her hands rubbing him down. When he closes his eyes and tips his hair back into the shower stream, he sees a short honey-haired human with captivating hazel eyes. He takes a slow, deep breath.
He has just spent an hour fucking his gorgeous treasures and the first thought after their marathon is . . . her? Katrina works shampoo into his hair and he tries to focus on the feel of her familiar fingers dancing along his skin. It doesn't matter how hard he tries, though.
She is still there, waiting behind his eyelids to be noticed. And for some unfathomable reason, his heart aches to be away from her.