Queen's Conquest - Warrior Queen's Harem

In the dimly lit haze of the club, the rhythmic thump of bass-heavy music pulsed through Zalindra's veins like an unrelenting drumbeat. Neon lights painted color across the swaying bodies on the dance floor. She found herself leaning against the polished wooden bar, the only anchor in a club filled with drifting souls and intoxicating beats. Another night to let go, a temporary escape from the suffocating expectations of the coven.

Zalindra’s eyes scanned the room, searching for nothing and everything.  She had been consumed with this restless feeling for months.  Nothing and no one could satisfy her.  As heir to her coven's throne, she was burdened with antiquated traditions that seemed to march out of the Dark Ages. Marry to maintain the lineage's strength. Produce heirs. Sustaining the power was critical, they said, but who exactly wanted to get hitched in this day and age? Passionately, Zalindra envisioned herself as more of a warrior than a bride—a resolute protector, not a pampered princess.

Her gaze drifted upwards to the VIP section.  She wasn’t really looking at anything in particular, that is just where her eyes stopped as her thoughts of her obligations consumed her. Eyes glassed over, she didn’t notice them …at first. But her magic noticed and was caught by a knot of energy, something raw and electric that sliced through the mundane. Two men stood at the balcony overlooking the dancefloor, their presence an unspoken invitation. She knew immediately who they were though they had never met.  Their reputation preceded them.

Lucian and Lorian were the owners of The Witching Hour and were perfectly mismatched; Lucian with his dark, brooding intensity, and Lorian sparkling with an easy charm that seemed to draw light from the neon glow. Despite their contrasting personalities, they shared a palpable energy that felt... different. Unaware of the mystical undercurrent that linked them, they exuded a charisma that demanded attention. They were known womanizers. They always shared one woman and were never seen with the same woman twice.  That is exactly what she wanted. No strings, no pressure, no rules…just raw desire. 

As if reading her mind, they turned their gaze to her. Zalindra felt a subtle shift as Lucian’s eyes met hers across the room—a silent challenge, a whispered promise. Her heartbeat caught in a new rhythm, synchronized with the pounding music. Lorian noticed too, his easy grin lighting up the path toward her as they made their way through the throng of dancers.

If this was cliché, she didn’t care. The air between them crackled with potential, an unacknowledged tangle of magic that none knew but all could feel. Lucian was the first to approach, carrying the scent of sandalwood and something deliciously primal.

“Buy you a drink?” he asked, his voice smooth with an underlying edge that sent a shiver down Zalindra’s spine.

Lorian perched on the barstool next to her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Or perhaps a dance?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow in a cheeky challenge.

She laughed; the sound surprisingly carefree as it slipped into the air. "Why not both?" A feeling of reckless abandon washed over her, a decision to embrace the night’s spontaneity, a single shadowed corner of her life unbound by duty.

They made their way back up the stairs to the private area that was only for the Twins and the chosen guest. Once alone, the drinks flowed, and hands roamed. We spoke volumes without uttering a single word.  Neither of us wanted anything from each other but also everything. Lucian was the first to act, spinning me into his arms and slamming his lips on mine.  I devoured his mouth in return. Without missing a beat, Lorian was at my back, his obvious arousal pressed against me.

I pushed my ass back to show him my approval. His hands grabbed my hips and ground eagerly against me.  I pulled away from them both and held my hand up, indicating for them to wait and not move. I took 2 steps back so that they could see me easily and pulled my dress off my shoulders.  I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.  I stood before them and invited them to admire me…and the did.  I arched an eyebrow and stared at them.  Understanding my meaning, they both undressed as well.  Now it was my turn to admire them.  DAMN! This is exactly what I needed.

I cleared the distance between us and knelt before them. Taking their erections in each of my hands. Their smell was intoxicating, and I was already tipsy.  I rubbed my thumbs over their tips and was rewarded with moans.  I may be the one on my knees, but I had all the power here.  I took Lucian in my mouth first.  He threw his head back and grabbed his brother’s shoulder. Lorian twitched in my hand at this sight of me taking all his brother had to offer.  I pulled back and let his cock slide out of my mouth with a pop.  Then did the same with Lorian. Lorian held me by my hair and cursed.  The first word spoken since we started. I chuckled with him in my mouth and the vibration made him jerk.

Lucian lifted me up off the floor and carried me to the couch.  He held my legs open, and Lorian joined him.  They took turns lapping at my wetness.  I have never experienced such pleasure before.  There was no build up just an explosion of pleasure. After I came down, Lorian flipped me on my knees and entered me from behind.  This was no love-making session, just carnal desire.  Exactly what I wanted.  I reached my handout for Lucian and took him in my mouth once again as Lorian pounded me relentlessly.  Matching his brother’s rhythm, Lucian destroyed my mouth.  The feeling was incredible.  I could feel myself throbbing and ready to finish again. I moaned on Lucian while pulsing on Lorian.  I could feel that they were both ready.  To tip the scales in my favor, I squeezed tight around Lorian and twirled my tongue around Lucian.  They both finished inside of me and this power sent me over the edge with them.

We all lay on the couch, panting and a bit delirious.  As they lay there, I cast a quick spell on each of them to make them forget me. Sealed with a kiss.  I was soon to be the Head Witch in charge and the last thing I needed was to have these men, as amazing as they were, asking around about me.  I told myself it was better this way.  After tonight, I had to fulfill my duties to the coven.

I quickly dressed and made my way to the exit.

“Thanks for the memories boys.” I say as I give them one last look on my way out.