26. Mendax
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A t the noise outside, I sat up and pulled the stiff white sheets over my body.
A second later, there was a soft tap at the door to my bedroom. It was the annoying attendant.
“Sir, I heard you rouse again. Just wanted to check if you needed anything? I brought you a special breakfast brew. I’m aware it’s several hours early, but you seem to be a light sleeper,” the young attendant rambled.
“Leave it by the bed,” I commanded, hoping I had cut off any further prattling.
He quickly rushed over to the table by my bed and set the stone mug of steaming liquid on a piece of cloth. I stared holes into him until he left. With the nuisance finally gone, I looked around for where he had laid the clean clothes. My eyes landed on the pile. All I wanted was a shirt for the moment, but I could already see that wasn’t going to happen. If they thought I was going to wear a robe, they were fucking delusional and going to get an eyeful of my dick when I showed up naked.
I gave up on clothing for the moment and settled back into the soft mattress. It had felt like ages since my body felt the luxury of a decent bed.
But even with the decent mattress, I’d barely slept without her in my line of sight. As soon as our powers became inaccessible, I feared I might not make it another night. Initially, Caly was my main concern, but I quickly realized she was in favorable company, and they weren’t going to let her die. Even an emotionally barren idiot could see how much her father loved her. He was a mess with her being here.
I hated not sharing a bed with her. The only reason I hadn’t fought harder to keep her with me was the simple fact that I couldn’t stand for her to see me like this—completely powerless.
I held my hand up and tried to draw up my smoke. Useless.
If my father or mother could see me now, they would probably try and extinguish me from their line. A small knot formed in my gut at the thought. I was the only one left in my lineage. If something went wrong today, then that was it for the Smoke Slayers—at least any that were known. When Caly and I left this place and returned to Unseelie, I wanted to have so many fucking babies with her—at least a dozen.
The thought of parting her pretty pink lips and filling her made my cock rise, stiff and ready for my queen. Stars she was unbelievably beautiful. Especially when she got mouthy—fuck, I loved that mouth of hers. I gripped ahold of my cock roughly and ran my hand over the length. I could almost see her in front of me. I would lick her entire body if she were here right now. I’d make her strip while I watched. She’d stand there in all her beautiful, naked glory, waiting for her next command. Obviously, I’d make her wait just long enough that she’d start to get nervous and uncomfortable. Fuck, I loved to rattle her.
I fisted my cock faster, imagining her fully exposed and vulnerable, unsure of what I was going to do to her.
On your knees , I’d tell her.
She was very naughty, so of course she’d fight me for control. I loved when she fought me. Fuck. She’d likely tell me to fuck off or something threatening. I’d see the sparks in her eyes when she saw how impossibly hard she made me. Then I’d tell her to wrap her gorgeous lips around me and suck me off.
I threw off the sheet to pump into my hand.
I would wait until she was so wet, she was dripping like a filthy whore, and then I would tell her to bend over and give me her ass. Her cunt would be a gleaming, throbbing mess. I’d slide my cock all over her pussy until we were both covered in her slickness. She’d be crying out for me, so I’d slide my length into her, one inch at a time until she was spread out on the base of me. I’d go so deep inside her. I’d go slow at first—slower than she wanted. I’d want her frustrated and writhing on my cock, full of impatience. Then I’d reach around to the front of her and play with her clit. I would be able to feel her pulse and throb all over my dick as I pushed it in and out, fucking her until her eyes watered.
After my three fingers got nice and messy from her slippery cunt, I’d press her back down harder on the bed. I’d want to focus on that round ass of hers. I’d gently spread her cheeks apart. If she started to get bashful, I’d spank her and leave a stinging handprint as my mark on her. Then I’d take my three wet fingers and hold them over the tight little hole of her backside, just letting her know I was there. She’d start moaning as I continued to pump into her tight pussy, knowing every intimate, vulnerable part of her was wholly exposed to me. I’d kiss the back of her neck while I pressed two fingers into her hole as I continued fucking her. She’d moan and scream, making noises I’d never heard her make. Then I’d add the third slick finger, fucking her slowly so she was ready for my thick cock. I’d pull out of her dripping pussy while I held her hips. “I fuck every part of you because I own you. Every fucking hole is mine.” It’d be almost too much for her at first, but then she’d find her rhythm. Just when she’d start tightening up to come, I’d bite her on the ass so hard, it would leave teeth marks. She would fucking love that. I’d wrap my other hand around her throat and press my thumb into her mouth. I would claim every fucking hole I wanted. She’d come all over my cock with a battle cry.
Fuck, I was about to come. I reached over to the bedside table to grab the cloth under my tea. It was too late—I couldn’t pull my hand away to move the cup, or I’d blow my load all over my own hand.
I rolled off the bed and grabbed the cup just quick enough to empty myself into the tea. The tip of my cock dipped in the warm liquid as it pulsed.
I dropped back on the bed in an exhausted heap just as I heard Aurelius’s door close. I rolled off the bed and walked to the window. I saw the silhouette of him behind the curtain of his room. He was taking his shirt off. My blood began to pump faster.
That fucker.
It was morning, and he had just returned.