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The eternal midnight remained aloft upon the gloomy canvas of the City of Shadows. Fluorite flames ignite their glow in the pumpkin lanterns surrounding the lively town streets, while marveling ghosts are flying from door to door invite the living soul for Trick or Treat.
The Halloween rite will soon culminate tomorrow, and Amber has spent the last few nights at his candy store, busy making candy for everyone in the city. Tonight is no different, as he works non-stop crafting treats for the long queues of eager, hungry ghosts gathered in front of his shop's entrance. His helpers, Lichen and Pumpkin Lantern, are very helpful in running the shop, but the one who should do the work is the Good Child, Jack.
Amber has searched after Jack in his spare time, but he still finds no traces of his presence. Could he have escaped from the city in secret, without him knowing? It's possible, for in light of Jack's actual nature. There is no pity or compassion beneath the young nobleman's covert murderous gaze. He does know the hard truth, and yet Amber persists in his futile search for Jack, going so far as to ask the Ghost Candle, who is distrustful of the candy maker, of his peculiar method of restraining the ghost with the homemade amber colored candy for them to eat.
"That's rather odd. I thought that you were the one who was going around with him in the parade." The Ghost Candle said. "I saw him in the square with a woman who has the same hair as you, although their hair left untied."
Before the Ghost Candle could finish her words, Amber has already turned away as soon as he hears the said man's light-hearted laughter from afar. In one of the food stalls, Jack is on a date with Hangover, a human who was saved by Jack after they were badly injured in their flee from their fallen kingdom and turned into a ghost here courtesy of the city's sigil that trapped dying souls in infinite night. Both look so happy, and the way Hangover hugs Jack's arm as the taller man brushes their flowing golden hair gives an lovely image that they're a match made in heaven.
Amber doesn't hold any grudge against Hangover; they're even weaving a good friendship. Everyone in town does know that Amber gets jealous when he watches Jack pay close attention to the pretty aristocrat, contrary to what Jack does with Amber. He never takes his intimations of longing seriously. At times Jack also jokes that he stays with Amber based on his offer to aid Jack in escaping the City of Shadows in exchange of the "seed", which is the human soul.
Amber was getting increasingly skeptical if Jack was really not going to fulfill the contract between them and actually just leave everything behind like nothing happened, but once he noticed Jack's furtive glance at his frown for momentary; Amber's face flushed red, both in annoyance and attachment.
That nonchalant smile, Jack was obviously conscious that Amber was watching them, and that madman definitely loved having that death glare following his every move and expression! Rage has risen on Amber's face, his reason is alive with envy along with arousal, for Amber is being reminded of Jack’s damned wicked smile when he enjoyed his wanton face during the seal ritual through his womb being fertilized by his hot, overwhelming seed.
They love for each other, which is evident by how steamy and intense their sex is every single night whenever they are in the mood for a good lovemaking's act. Amber also had no problem with Jack being in a relationship with two lovers, but he can't forgive him for treating Amber so differently from the way Jack treated Hangover. After all, Amber is the first he ever loved! So he should be a little more attentive to him as well!
"Why can't he understand that I have a right to be seen as his lover, too?"
"It's not fair that you left instead of taking me with you to a date."
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Having two lovers in your life is both a blessing and a torment; especially when one of them is an envious one. It's amusing that although Amber always demanded more from Jack, once their bodies touched intimately, the candy maker turned into a horny man thirsting for his soul and seed.
Soft, long-lasting moans chanting in his eardrums brought Jack out of his daze; he almost forgot that he is lying in bed with both his pretty lovers who are relishing in draining his soul through his mouth and cock. While he would like to at least say a few words of praise to both of his lover, his own mouth is choked with Hangover's puffy cunt, preventing Jack from even breathing.
Oh well, maybe this is what Jack really deserves after not bringing Amber to the Haunting Parade for a double date together, although Hangover even has reminded him to take Amber with them to prevent any misunderstanding. Of course, Jack still remembers what he has promised, so he intentionally upset Amber so that he would be happy to humiliate Jack, who is shamelessly reveling in every second of his punishment.
"You're such a no-good husband. Why can't you pick up a clue?"
"Did you really want to make me force you to eat my candy?" As he painfully rubbed his crotch against Jack's abdomen, the envious thoughts in Amber's agitated mind gradually turned to steaming hot lust. "Aren't you getting softer by now? I'll never accept your apology if you keep doing it wrong."
Amber's overbearing taunt only prompted him to moan out louder than the creaky bunk underneath. His slender waist was squeezed hard by Good Child, Jack, who restlessly forced Amber to pound his ass onto his crotch. The intense hotness keeps attacking his cervix till its crude, thick length probes deeper and deeper inside his womb.
The blistering pace at which he pleasuring Amber was left him completely forgetting that Jack was now in the act of sexual intercourse not with one person, but with two at the same time. Amber definitely entitled himself to the privilege of the man's cock, but he wasn't one to let anyone else get the attention of his favorite man-toy who is very skilled at his job unlike any other victim he turned into those sweet, amber colored candies.
Jack's behavior is far from that of a good-natured gentleman, despite his name being known as the Good Child. Jack is also a sadist. He enjoys each and every erotic pleasure that both his lovers are displaying just for his attention. He keeps roughly ramming Amber's kinky ass, his tight hole firmly clamping his entire length as if to milk out all of his thick seed.
They don't seem to be slowing down, even though this is the third time Jack has came in his holes with so little effort since the dirty deeds mostly done by Amber himself. For he, the candy maker still demands dominance despite how whorish his expression is once they had sex.
Both of them are simply indulging in their sexual intimacy with exhilarating passion, unlike how Jack is somewhat merciful with Hangover. The drunk aristocrat is becoming progressively intoxicated by how much affection and care their lover is pouring inside their body, however, being as greedy as Amber, they are also yearning for more, not just his tongue as it dances in between their pulsating wet lips.
"Please, please, please, I also want you to put your cock inside me."
Hangover's forlorn shriek only further stimulated Jack, as he hungrily devoured their clit, with his strong hands cupping their petite ass until bright red stains painted their skin. As his tongue flicked against their relaxed clit, more sweet slicks poured into his mouth. Jack then commenced to gently slap the lovely aristocrat’s plush cheeks, evoking a delectable note of moaning and whine. Hangover enjoys the pungent stimulation, fingering their clitoral hood and massaging it against Jack's nostril, feeding their darling lover some more of their sweet nectars.
With Jack completely focused on Hangover's pleasure, Amber pushed himself faster and harder than Jack did on him. He bounces up and down on his hardening cock until his sweat laden skin leaves glaring fiery red traces on his upper legs. Although Amber could not see the faces of both Jack and Hangover, he could tell that both of them were obviously enjoying their sex and were sort of ignoring the candy maker to indulge in their world of pleasure.
Jack belongs to me, all mine! His jealousy keeps retorting back in Amber's mind as he plays around his "Good Child" midsection with firm pinching and hard flicking, biting his hard muscles until it bleeds as light wounds left an open wound, eliciting a strained groan and frustrated hiss that only arouses Amber to want more domination over Jack, his entire existence.
As he body leans down, Amber places his lips on Hangover's spine with a gentle, sweet kiss. As if praising his prey firstly before gnawing on thin skin, bleeding Hangover’s arched spine as stingy pain jolting their senses as Amber took a little bite on rosy red flesh. Delightfully, Amber consume the fresh, bittersweet flesh in awe; not caring that Jack finally turned his carnal gaze on him.
Again, Jack spanks him with harsher, more intense pounding, but it won't be more than that rough manhandling and impatient penetration. What Amber now demands is to prove to Jack just how madly envious he is, and he refuses to rest till Jack simply fucking every inch and sides of his sweet, vulgar body inside and out like there is no other night tomorrow, later. Until all left is overflowing seeds, bleeding crimson and tasty flesh on the bloody gore and creamy cake slices soaked white sheets; until its color tainted with red and pastel colors.