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Blood of Eden // Chapter Eleven // Urban Fantasy AU

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Jolly and Maria sat in tense silence in her office, the weight of their discovery hanging heavily over them. The journey back from the lab had been just as quiet, Maria poring over the reports they had hastily printed before leaving. In her hands were three vital sheets of paper - one showing the DNA profile of a current Mage magistrate, ancient and powerful; another revealing snippets of DNA from an ancient celestial being, studied purely for historical record. But it was the third sheet that held the most explosive information - the DNA sequence of their young ward Rosa. While much of her genetic code matched the ancient celestial sample, there were extra threads woven throughout, a new and powerful strain that exceeded anything in that historic remnant.

Maria and Jolly were stunned to realize that Rosa was so much more than she seemed. Her genetic code contained secrets and profound power, unlike anything the Mages had encountered before.

"The sample must be tainted." Maria spoke out loud. Her own train of thought on the same track as Jolly's. "Or we collected it wrong." Maria's voice was tinged with frustration as she contemplated the anomalous results.

Jolly sat hunched in his chair, elbows resting on his knees, fingers interlaced as his leg nervously bounced up and down. The jingling watch on his shaking wrist seemed to tick in time with his racing mind. "I don't think the collection was wrong, and the old sample was ancient, but the answer remains the same," he muttered barely above a whisper.

“Can we honestly say that she is a celestial? A mortal, a human, with no ties to the magistrate being a celestial?” Maria sat up in her chair folding her arms over the edge of her desk.

“Do we then believe that she has had no knowledge of this world, whatsoever?” Maria’s tone changed, almost like she was nervous, or judgemental. “She knew the nightshade worked, maybe she was creating just enough to make her sick but not kill her.”

Jolly struggled to fully accept the notion that this unassuming woman walking among them could be a celestial envoy from the magistrate realm. He stood up from the chair and paced back and forth, rubbing his temples as he wracked his brain for an explanation. If she was celestial, why hide it? Why allow herself to ingest a near-fatal amount of poison instead of simply revealing her true nature? Maria seemed convinced of Rosa's deception, accusing her of carefully calibrating the nightshade dose to merely feign sickness. But Jolly wasn't ready to make that leap yet. Rosa had shown no malice or ill intent thus far.

“I don’t think she is dangerous,” he finally said.

“Is that your professional or personal opinion?” Jolly turned to look at his friend whose eyes were scanning him for the answer.

“Both” he admitted. Maria let out a loud sigh dropping her forehead on her arms.

The rhythmic beeping of the alarm shattered the tense silence in Maria's office, directing their attention to the anomalous readings on Jolly's phone. Noah's heart rate showed a perplexing split - simultaneously elevated yet slowed, his heartbeat pulsing to an irregular cadence. Jolly furrowed his brow as he studied the waveforms dancing across the screen, trying to make sense of the contradictory signals. Noah's brain activity also seemed caught between stimulation and sedation, the spikes and valleys of neural excitation at odds. Had Noah been poisoned? Or was he under some psychic assault, his body and mind pulled in opposite directions by forces unknown? As Jolly shared the data with Maria, he saw his own shock and bewilderment mirrored on her face. Something was drastically wrong, that much was clear.

Jolly threw on his jacket and headed for the elevator, running through the halls his phone vibrating as Noah’s vitals leveled out and Jolly wondered if maybe it had been a fluke. After he’d made it to the parking garage and started the car Noah’s vitals spiked and split again. Jolly tore out of his parking space tires squealing and echoing off the concrete walls. Adrenaline flooding his veins, Jolly slammed the accelerator, the smell of burning rubber filling the air as he peeled out of the parking garage. The walls amplified the screech of his tires as he sped off, weaving recklessly through traffic with only one thought on his mind: getting to Noah. Jolly's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, his eyes wild and movements frenzied, consumed by fear.

As he drove back to their shared apartment, Noah's readings remained steady until he reached their elevator. The numbers on the device suddenly spiked and then split dramatically, just as they had done before. Jolly's heart began to race as he pressed the elevator button repeatedly, trying in vain to make the doors open faster. He had tried calling Noah several times during the drive over, but there was no answer. When the elevator finally arrived and the doors slid open, Jolly practically shoved them aside in his haste. He sprinted down the hall to their apartment door, fumbling to unlock it with shaking hands as he called out Noah's name. Hearing no response, Jolly rushed down the hallway towards Noah's bedroom, his mind racing with possibilities. The door was cracked open, and Jolly could smell the lingering scent of a recent shower as he stepped inside. He froze in place as the scene before him sunk in. There was Noah, sitting on the edge of his bed, with Rosa straddling his lap. Her hips undulated sensuously as her hands braced against his chest. She leaned forward, reaching up to gently caress his cheek as Noah let his head roll back at her touch.

Tilting her head back, her eyes fluttering open to meet Jolly's own gaze. The colors of the galaxy swirled within her iris, hints of blues and purples mixing together like a cosmic painting. She dropped her chin, a coy smile spreading across her lips as she hooked a finger to beckon him closer. Her long hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. As Jolly stepped forward, drawn in by her siren's call, Rosa turned her attention back to Noah beneath her. Approaching cautiously, he was hungry for them together; while waiting for Rosa to recover, it had left him and Noah worried about her and neglecting their own needs. Jolly reached out, gently brushing Rosa's hair aside to reveal the smooth skin of her neck. He placed a soft kiss upon her pulse point, feeling it quicken under his lips. Rosa let out a contented sigh, her eyes slipping closed once more as she enjoyed the sensual caresses of the two men. Jolly continued trailing kisses down her neck as Noah's hands came up to grasp her hips.

“Mmm, I knew you’d come.” she hummed. Jolly’s motions stilled as he leaned back away from the both of them, watching their bodies tangle together. He looked to Noah, whose own eyes opened and the reflection of Rosa’s galaxy swirled iris staring back at him. Connected. They were connected.

“How?” he whispered as he leaned over Noah’s face looking into his swirling eyes.

“Blood. Her blood.” He panted, throwing his head back and his back arching as she rolled onto his hips faster. Jolly turned and saw the new bite between her neck and shoulder.

“Are you in pain?” Jolly ignored the twitch of his cock in his pants as Noah whimpered with delight while Rosa rode him slowly. His eyes snapped open and the color of his soft brown eyes restored.

“Answer him, Noah.” Rosa stilled her movements sitting in his lap like a statue, all while Noah took his hands trying to force her to move. Noah’s eyes looked to his master and he swallowed hard.

“No. No pain. She’s. She’s. She’s divine, master,” he forced the words looking back at Rosa before begging her to move again.

Jolly was conflicted as he gently brushed Rosa's hair aside to examine the fresh bite mark on her neck, noticing how the pink skin was already beginning to heal. In the short time he had known her, Rosa had found a place in his heart, challenging everything he thought he knew about Celestials. Jolly had been raised to see Celestials as bloodthirsty tyrants who wanted nothing more than to destroy his people. Yet Rosa was so different - gentle, kind, and caring.

“Master?” Her soft voice called him out of his head, bringing him out of his troubled thoughts, he couldn't help but tenderly cup her cheek in his hand. As Rosa covered his hand with her own and leaned into his touch, Jolly was torn. His heart told him that she was not the monster he had been taught Celestials were, but he couldn't ignore a lifetime of warnings about her kind. He cared for Rosa deeply, more than he ever thought possible, but allowing himself to fully give in to those feelings meant betraying all he had ever known. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, Jolly struggled internally between his feelings and his duty, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment with Rosa forever.

“Am I? Am I your master?” Jolly wasn’t sure anymore. He’d felt in charge all this time, like he’d been in control. But Rosa had flipped that dynamic, or was it the realization of her lineage. Did Jolly feel inferior to a being that was more powerful than even himself, or did he fear that one day she would reject them both no longer satisfied with them. Would she throw away everything they had grown so comfortable with, so fond of.

Rosa’s eyes turned to Noah as she hooked her finger at him, he sat up at the waist, his arms circling her body. Her grip on his chin was firm, commanding, as she directed his gaze to Jolly. As both Noah and Rosa looked into his eyes he felt himself straining desperately against the zipper of his pants. “Our master.” Rosa confirmed.

Jolly’s forehead dipped, resting on Rosa’s as her eyes closed and their noses brushed. She smiled while she took in a deep breath of his scent. Content.

“Show me, sunshine. What can you do?” Her brows crinkled and when her eyes opened, she searched his gaze and he saw her lip tremble.

“I-I don’t know if I can.” For the first time since Jolly has known Rosa, her voice wavered. Jolly cupped her face in his hands, his calloused thumbs gently caressing her delicate cheekbones. He had never seen such vulnerability and fear in his sunshine's eyes before. He leaned in, taking her lips with his own. Her kiss was hungry as her hands tangled in his hair, pulling the elastic band to free his locks. Pulling apart from her he studied her face, eyes rimming just barely with tears. Jolly ached to see his vibrant girl so full of doubt and hesitation. He pressed his forehead to hers, their noses touching, breaths mingling.

"You can do anything," he whispered, hoping she felt the conviction in his words. She needed to know he believed in her, even if she didn't believe in herself at this moment. Her hands slid from his hair down to grip his shirt, anchoring herself to him. Jolly kissed her again, softly this time, trying to breathe courage into her lungs.

Rosa's mesmerizing eyes became their hypnotic pools of purple, blue, and green hues. As she straddled Noah, grinding her hips against his, Jolly could not take his eyes off her. Noah grasped Rosa's hips tightly, holding her in place as she moved. Meanwhile, Jolly began to undress, unbuttoning and tearing off his shirt in anticipation. He maintained eye contact with Rosa the whole time, captivated by her gaze. As Jolly removed his undershirt, exposing his muscular chest and abs, Rosa reached out to touch him. Her hand caressed his bare skin, her fingers tracing along his muscles. Her touch fueled Jolly's passion as he watched her continue to ride Noah's body. Rosa's movements became faster and more urgent as she neared climax, her hypnotic eyes holding Jolly's stare the entire time. The tension in the room was palpable as the three became lost in each other.

Jolly tossed his pants away releasing his hard cock, Rosa's gaze faltered, her eyes instinctively drawn downwards to take in the sight before her. A soft whimper escaped Noah's lips, his eyes widening as he stared, transfixed. His tongue darted out to wet his mouth, soft and pouty. Reaching out with his magical abilities, Jolly could sense the quickened heartbeats of his partners. Noah's heart pounded rapidly, fueled by nervous excitement. Rosa's heart beat steady yet fluttering, like the wings of a hummingbird. Jolly focused, allowing his own heartbeat to find the perfect rhythm to complement theirs. His magic allowed him to feel their arousal, their trepidation, their longing.

Jolly positioned himself behind Rosa, his hands tracing the lines of her neck and shoulders down her curves to her hips. “That’s it,” he encouraged gripping her skin as he pulled her down and rolled her hard, pushing Noah deep inside her, “Ride our pet, sunshine.”

As Noah's eyes rolled back in his head, Jolly could feel their heart beats fall into sync, their blood flowing in tandem, converging into one unified rhythm. He gasped a little at the dramatic shift, the sudden connection between them unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was as if their hearts were beating as one, their life forces merging. Jolly could sense Noah's pulse echoing his own, could feel it reverberating through his veins. The synchrony was uncanny, profound, almost supernatural in its intensity. Jolly was overcome by the intimacy of it, the way their bodies seemed to be communing on some deeper level.

“Does he like it, sunshine?” Jolly teased forcing Rosa to fuck him harder. She didn’t answer, only moaned in response. Jolly felt the strange sensation of something crawling up the back of his neck, itching just beneath the skin, dancing around his nerves. It was a prickling, a needling feeling slithering up his spine. He relaxed his mind, focusing on the odd tingling as it warmed through his skin, into his cerebellum. Jolly realized this was not his own sensation, but rather a phantom feeling being psychically transmitted to him. As Jolly concentrated, the sensations grew more vivid - the urgent thrusting, the tightness building to release. Though second-hand, the impressions flooding Jolly's mind were unmistakably erotic, and he could not help but be aroused.

Jolly's breath quickened as he immersed his mind completely in the feelings, marveling at the intimacy of knowing his pet’s pleasure so acutely. For an instant, the psychic link blurred the lines between them, merging their identities into one. He could feel his own cock throbbing, needing it. He released Rosa’s hips, his lips dropping to the shell of her ear, “lay on him, sunshine.”

Rosa effortlessly leaned forward as Noah pulled her into his strong embrace. Their lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss that sent electricity coursing through their bodies. Jolly could feel their passion as it raced through their veins. She pressed herself against his muscular chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart that matched her own. Noah's hands roamed over her back, gently guiding her into an arch that allowed him to deepen the kiss even further. Lost in the throes of passion, neither noticed as Jolly approached from behind. With a mischievous grin, he placed his hands on Rosa's lower back and gave a playful push. The arch of her back became more pronounced, giving Jolly an unobstructed view of where she and Noah were intimately joined. Unable to resist, he took himself in hand and pressed the tip of his cock against Noah's slick shaft, nudging it aside to make room for both men within Rosa's warmth.

A soft gasp escaped Rosa’s lips as she felt Jolly's firm thrust. But the gasp soon melted into a moan of pleasure as she gave herself over to the exquisite sensations of being filled completely by the two men.

“That’s it sunshine, you’ll take us both.” Jolly’s encouraging tone made her whine and Noah whimpered beneath them.

“Master,” he whimpered and Jolly felt himself twitch against his pet's cock as they both sank deep into her. The intertwined trio moved as one, their three bodies knotted together in a passionate embrace. Rosa arched her back, her head lolling against Jolly's sturdy shoulder as waves of pleasure radiated through her core. She reached up, cupping Jolly's stubbled cheek to guide his lips to hers. Their kiss was hungry and deep, tongues dancing as Rosa's hand found Noah's and their fingers interlaced. Noah's strong arm encircled Rosa's hip, his palm pressed into the small of her back as his fingertips grazed Jolly's knuckles. The three lovers lost in the intimacy of the moment, their bodies acting on instinct and desire.

Months passed in a monotonous blur as she recuperated, her body slowly healing but her spirit diminished. When she was finally back on her feet, Oli and Noah took her downtown to revisit the apartment she once called home. As they approached the familiar building, she was crestfallen to see an eviction notice plastered on the door, with a sticky note attached bearing the hastily scrawled word "sorry." Pushing open the door, she scanned the now empty apartment, looking for what few possessions might still hold meaning. Her clothes and personal items were gone, but a few photos still hung crookedly on the walls, forgotten in the haste of the eviction. She paused at a picture of her smiling face nestled between two other carefree girls, no more than three years ago but felt like centuries in the past. She had not spoken to her family in years, and her friends were long gone from her life. Staring at the remnants of happier times, she pondered the reckless path that had led her to isolation and ruin.

"Mistress," he offered, unsure how to comfort her or help her, speaking softly as if afraid his words might break her. She gave him a faint smile in return, tossing the photo on her unmade bed without hesitation, ready to leave the pain of this place behind. With three backpacks full of the things she thought she would miss most - her degree, her favorite sweater, a teddy bear from childhood - the three of them left the only home she had ever known. As the car pulled away, Noah held her in his lap in the backseat, gently stroking her hair and mumbling in her ear how they would start fresh, how he and Jolly would buy her whatever her heart desired, how he would take care of her.

Jolly went above and beyond to provide her with the latest technology and ensure her privacy and security, installing encrypted messaging so her conversations remained confidential. He took thoughtful precautions, connecting Noah's collar device to her phone so she could check on his whereabouts and know that he was alright at any given moment. Jolly also linked a calendar that the three of them shared with his meetings, work hours, and even a trip back to his homeland that was scheduled six months down the road. This allowed them to coordinate schedules and know what the others were up to, promoting open communication and planning. While Noah was given free reign of her closet, he bought the most beautiful suits, lingerie, and dresses, paired with heels, jewelry and perfume-all things that he thought she’d look her best in. He wanted to pamper her with elegant attire and accessories to complement her natural beauty. Jolly also managed to order her some more stylish casual wear, the walk in closet of theirs nearly overflowing with the new department store hauls. He indulged her with a bounty of chic, comfortable everyday clothes and shoes so she would feel confident and put-together at all times.

Rosa had been kept a secret from most of the people in Jolly and Noah’s life. The only people who knew the full truth about her mysterious lineage were her two closest confidants, Maria and Oli. They had been like family to Rosa, keeping her origins confidential and protecting her from prying eyes. Whenever they came to visit, Maria would try to pull Rosa aside, clearly wanting to have an earnest discussion with her. But the timing never seemed right, and they were perpetually interrupted before Maria could reveal whatever was on her mind.

One fateful night, an opportunity finally presented itself. While Noah was out hunting with Oli, and Jolly was at a late meeting with the local magistrate Maria stopped by the house, a serious look in her gentle eyes.

“Are you alone?” Rosa was surprised to see Maria at her door, looking disheveled and anxious. She knew Maria tended to be high-strung, but something seemed off as she breezed past Rosa into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. Rosa closed the door slowly, watching Maria make herself at home on the sofa.

“For now,” she said, “I assume Jolly will be home soon.”

“Then I’ll get right to my question.” her hair was sloppily piled on top of her head, loose strands falling around her face as if she had been compulsively running her hands through it all morning. Rosa wondered what could have Maria so worked up that she would show up unannounced.

“Listen,” she said finally gathering her thoughts, “What I am asking is against the law, you have no idea how against our laws it is, but I am desperate. And I think you are the only one that’s going to be able to help me.”