Releasing the Slave - sequel to Torturing the Slave
by Tammy Williams

(LC/N/N - s/m, mental torture)

Characters owned by Parriott and others - no harm meant. I'll return them when I'm done - no permanent damage - maybe a little dehydrated, maybe a little tired *g*.

Some spoilers from Last Knight - though if you haven't seen it by now - where the HECK have you been? And just in case you don't quite get what LC/N/N means - it's all three of them together - at the same time- if that doesn't interest you, stop now. You have been warned.

"Come, my child, taste me," LaCroix told Natalie and titled his head to the side to give her plenty of open space on his neck. Natalie bit into LaCroix and the taste of his blood made her go over the edge again and again - and the screams of the bound slave Nicholas on the floor at the foot of the bed made the orgasms even sweeter.

Hours later, when they arose from the bed, Natalie looked at their slave, lying on the floor bruised from where he had beaten his head against the floor. She pushed his shoulder with her foot. He rolled onto his back and groaned.

"He's hurt, LaCroix," she told her master. "His head is bleeding."

"He'll heal, my child. He always does."

"That's true. Which one of us should feed him?"

"You do it, my dear - let him taste our passion once again." There was an malicious, hungering look in LaCroix's eyes.

Natalie knelt down beside Nick and held her wrist to his mouth. He turned his head away and moaned. "Nick, drink on your own or I'll force you."

He looked up at her and saw the determination in her eyes. He tried to move his hand to take her wrist, but the handcuffs still bound his hands behind him. "Please, Nat, let me loose. Then I'll drink, I promise."

"Silence, slave!" LaCroix snapped. "You know you're not supposed to speak unless someone asks you a direct question. And address her as Mistress."

Nick looked up at her and she could see the begging in his eyes. She stood and turned to their master. "I think we should uncuff him, master. He'll be much less trouble that way."

"Still suffering from feelings for our dear Nicholas, are we? " LaCroix looked at her closely.

"You know the answer to that." Natalie stood her ground until he sighed.

LaCroix picked his pants up off of the floor and pulled the cuff keys out of his pocket. He walked over to Nicholas, pulled him to his knees, and uncuffed his hands and feet. "Well, maybe it is time we moved on to the next stage of Nicholas's education. Maybe you can teach him what he would never learn from me."

"There - now drink." And Natalie held her wrist out again. Nick closed his eyes for a second and then took her wrist and bit into it.

The blood spurted into his mouth. Oh, gods, the taste of her. Sweet, sensual - and then the images came into his mind. The anger, the pain. Waking up to LaCroix's explanations. The hunger, powerful hunger. Hate - for LaCroix, for him. Desire for LaCroix, passion with LaCroix. He saw himself, chained to the walls of the cellar. He felt the sexual thrill of using the whip on a helpless captive - him. The evil joy at making him suffer - as he had made her suffer so often with his carelessness. He tasted LaCroix's blood flowing through her from their joining. And underneath it all, he tasted the feelings she still had for him - friendship, exasperation, desire and love. "You still care."

"Nick, you are a fool. If I didn't care, I would have let him kill you." Natalie gestured towards LaCroix. "He was going to give you that - that which you asked of him. He would have killed you after he brought me here, but I asked him not to."

"Why, Nat? Why did you do it?"

"Because I loved you, you idiot, and I still do. And so does he."

Nick looked at his master and shook his head. "No, he just wants to control me. My God, Nat, what have the last few months been about - the pain, the torture? It's him, trying to get control of us both."

"You're wrong, Nick. If anything, he loves you more than I do. And the past few months were my idea, not his."

"Your idea? Nat, why would you do this to me?"

"To teach you a lesson. To hurt you. To make you listen to me for once! Nick, both LaCroix and I love you and want you. And we're willing to share. But if you want just one of us, you have to take both - and Nick, I am aware of your feelings for LaCroix - all of them - so don't try to pretend you don't want him. And if you can't accept it, we'll let you leave - and neither of us will ever seek you out again. But neither will we ever allow you back in our lives if you leave. Decide, Nick, now."

"Nat," he looked at her and then at LaCroix. "I...."

"Decide, Nicholas," said LaCroix calmly. "So we can all get on with our lives."

"You'd let me go, LaCroix?"

"Yes, Nicholas, I would. I think that the lovely Natalie and I could be very comfortable together. We would, of course, prefer you to be with us, but if you are unable to come to terms with our desires, you can leave."

Nick looked at his master and at Nat. "I'll stay. What is it you want me to do, LaCroix? Nat?"

"Kiss me, Nick. Make love with us." Natalie moved over to stand in front of Nick.

He looked at her - her beautiful, bare body. He reached out with trembling hands to touch her breasts. So soft. He pulled her close to him and kissed her. LaCroix moved over behind Nick and slowly rubbed his hands down Nick's back. Nick jumped, then leaned back into LaCroix's hands. Natalie broke off the kiss and looked at him.

Nick turned around to face LaCroix. "LaCr..., Lucien, I.." He couldn't think of what to say, and so, said nothing. He put one hand up to the face of his master and traced the imperious lips, then slid his hand around to the back of LaCroix's head and pulled him close.

The kiss was slow - a gentle exploration. Natalie took the spot behind Nick's back and started rubbing her hands over his body. The kiss deepened. LaCroix's hands came up to pull Nick's body closer. Their rising erections rubbed together and Nick broke away with a gasp.

"Nicholas, you and I have shared ourselves in the past, and though I do so want...you, I do feel that the good doctor has suffered enough deprivation. I am willing to wait."

Nick looked at LaCroix and then at Nat. He smiled and said, "I think we can all be together, Lucien, unless Nat objects."

"Nat does not object, Nick. Nat finds the idea quite interesting." Nat smiled at them both. "Shall we return to the bed?"

She turned and walked back up to the head of the bed. Both men smiled as they watched. Natalie got into the bed and scooted over to one side and patted the space next to her. Nick crawled in beside her.

They kissed and Nick's hands began to eagerly explore her lushness. LaCroix got into the bed and again rubbed his hands across Nick's back, down to his buttocks and the top of his legs. Nick's mouth moved down to Nat's breasts, licking and sucking them into peaks. His hands moved down her body, mimicking LaCroix's hands on him. One hand slid between her thighs and moved up to the heat and moisture coming from her body.

Natalie moaned when his fingers parted her folds and slid up into her. "Nick, oh Nick, please..."

Nick opened his mouth to respond, but was only able to moan himself as one of LaCroix's fingers penetrated his anus and began to slowly thrust itself into his tight passage.

"Inside me, Nick, put yourself inside me," Natalie said, as his fingers began again to act as a mirror of LaCroix's fingers. One, two, three of them were inside her, reaching up inside her, while his thumb massaged her clitoris, making her pant even harder.

Nick moved hand away only to replace it with his straining cock. Her wetness let him slide himself up to his balls with no stopping. Natalie's moan turned into a scream of passion, "Niiiccckkkkk!!!! Ooohhh, ohhh!"

LaCroix chuckled and kissed the back of Nick's neck. "Oh, Nicholas, you always were good at that." One hand went around to tweak Nick's nipple, then Natalie's. The other hand stayed where it was, moving a finger in and out of Nick's bottom.

Then LaCroix's free hand moved from between Nick's and Natalie's chests and moved down to where the two were joined. At first, Natalie thought he was going to put a finger up beside Nick's pounding rod, but he seemed to be gathering up the moisture oozing from her center, stopping to play with her clit, then moving back for more of her fluids.

Then his hand moved back to Nick's ass and he removed the finger, only to begin rubbing Natalie's wetness onto Nick's anus. Nick began to moan deep in his throat, guessing what his master intended. And he was right - LaCroix began to push himself into Nick. First the head of his cock and Nick and LaCroix both gasped at how good it felt after all these years. Then slowly, purposefully, LaCroix went deeper and deeper into Nick, while at the same time, Nick was moving in and out of Natalie.

Natalie had her fangs buried in Nick's shoulder, swallowing his blood, tasting his excitement at the events, his joy at having LaCroix buried hilt deep in him again. She was still amazed at how much could be sensed through the blood link and the ecstasy that Nick was feeling sent her body into overdrive and she screamed as she came - "MASTER" - but she couldn't tell who had control over her emotions at the moment, her or Nick.

The scream almost made Nick come - almost. He held on for a moment until her body started flexing, trying to draw him in more, holding him and milking his cock. Then LaCroix pulled almost completely out and plunged back into him in one sudden thrust and bit into his neck at the same time. Nick exploded, spurting thick and heavy into Natalie, and out of sheer instinct, buried his fangs into the wrist at his mouth. It was LaCroix's wrist.

Then Nick was overcome with sensations from his master - satisfaction, loss of control, - love. Nick drank like a man dying of thirst, feeling everything LaCroix felt, feeling LaCroix's orgasm and LaCroix's joy at regaining his son. Then LaCroix's wrist was removed and Natalie moved his head to her neck where he continued to drink as LaCroix finished coming and slowly pulled his softening penis out of Nick.

The three of them lay there in the bed, touching, kissing, tasting, and drinking each other, until LaCroix arose from the bed and came back with a bottle of his 'special' vintage and three glasses. He pulled the cork and began to pour. Natalie took a glass and drank greedily as did LaCroix. Nick looked at the glass of human blood, then at both of his lovers, as LaCroix refilled their glasses. He picked up the glass as they watched him, knowing that he must pass this one last hurdle. "A toast," he said. "To the three of us - and eternity."

As he drank, Natalie and LaCroix smiled. Then they took a willing slave named Nicholas back to bed and made him scream -- in pleasure.