Chapter One #2
He stood and left. Prince Jaki hadn’t touched his cream pie and didn’t seem inclined to it.
The usual dangerous look in his eyes was there.
The one that made Lumi’s cock harden. One he’d grown used to seeing.
It always brought a little flutter of fear to his belly because thanks to those who had fucked the Prince, he knew a rough streak was there.
The heat would make it divine.
“So what are you going to give me in return for the flower, Prince?” murmured Lumi. “Perhaps I’ll finally get the pleasure of riding your cock. Or perhaps you’d prefer to ride mine. What a sight that would be.”
Prince Jaki’s ears flattened again as his slitted pupils expanded slightly. “You walk a dangerous line.”
Lumi poked a finger at the wilting cream on his pie. “I enjoy danger. If you don’t like the flower, perhaps you should take me to your rooms and punish me. Bad slaves should be punished, right?”
He touched the cream to the Prince’s lips and smiled when he saw the tip of his tongue flick out to catch it. Prince Jaki certainly allowed many liberties despite not granting Lumi the pleasure of his cock.
“Kitties often like cream and playing with their prey,” continued Lumi. “Since we're both cat fairies, I volunteer to be the prey, and you can chase me around a bit before you punish me.”
Prince Jaki narrowed his pink eyes. "What should you be punished for?"
"Anything. Or you could simply whip my bare ass because it pleases you."
“The courtiers can have you.”
Lumi had been trying to get into the Prince’s well-fitted trousers for the past three years, and not once had he even received a taste of that royal cock. The only royal dick he was getting was when the King could get it up and felt like using the entertainer and pleasure slave he paid so much for.
Thankfully, the heat made Lumi desperate for any dick, and it was easy to pretend the King’s pathetic bedroom skills got him all riled up.
Someone yelled to lower the light.
“You know what? I’d bet you’d hurt me in the way that I love. We’d have so much fun together.” Lumi dared to lean forward and lick off a speck of cream from Prince’s lips. “You missed a spot.”
Prince Jaki tensed ever so slightly as the light dimmed a little. “Get on your knees and strip. Someone else can fuck you.”
The hardness in his voice said Lumi better obey.
He slid down and kneeled as he started undoing his blue silk coat although it wouldn’t be to receive what he truly desired.
One day, he’d get that cock. It wasn’t like he had many other life goals.
He kept his eyes locked on Prince Jaki’s pink ones as he stripped.
The Prince’s arousal was like an iron rod in his trousers, and with a word, Lumi would have happily relieved him. As usual, it never came. Lumi willed his heat to come and finally left him. When the lights grew dim after dessert, those who didn’t enjoy public debauchery could leave.
A set of twins loved seeing and participating in public debauchery, and they were more than thrilled to make use of Lumi’s mouth and ass.
The broken abundant male who could never get pregnant but came with all of the perks such as a slick ass was their favorite.
They flipped a coin to pick who got which end, and it wasn’t long before Lumi was bent over.
***
Lumi awoke later in a nook at one end of a wide, cushioned window seat. He pushed off a sleeping courtier’s arm and wanted to let the facade slip. Just a second. It was all he needed because waking up to his fake reality was hard at times even though he lied to himself.
He liked the attention and courtiers who used him to fulfill every sexual whim. After all, he was using them, right? They were his toys and the pieces of his carefully crafted fantasy. But sometimes, the exhaustion in his mind couldn't be cured with sleep.
It didn’t matter. The charade had to remain at all times, no matter what. He couldn’t take risks.
The man who’d last fucked him didn’t look so lordly with his clothes half off. The courtiers acted like they were so high and perfect, but they all had base desires like any fairy. When the outer layers were stripped away, they were all the same, and the real differences were hidden inside.
Lumi got up and strolled out of the nook, not caring that he was naked. He said the scar up his torso was from an accident as a child, and he didn’t even remember it anymore. Everyone believed him. At that point, he was sure they’d believe anything if it suited them.
A few other courtiers remained. One of the court musicians and a woman must have smoked turf since a glass pipe lay nearby, and neither had on a stitch of clothing while they snored by a table.
The Prince had left ages ago, long before the twins had finished with Lumi.
A couple of naked women lay together in the other window seat across the Hall.
In the morning, the Hall would be immaculate as usual for meals, and everyone would have their layers in place.
Lumi paused and eyed the Elira Tree. The vines were already wilting, and the magnolias were drooping.
Some of the petals were dead. The beans he’d gotten were just for a trick and could be tethered to the owner so they’d burst into life when released.
Considering the cost, the plants should have lasted a couple of days.
The dull bark of Elira’s Tree showed between the gaps in the vines now, and he let his eyes trace a line.
The prettiness would have to peel off of everything one day.
He collected his discarded clothes from under the High Table and only bothered to put on his trousers, shirt, and boots. As soon as he stepped outside, the frigid air of the main open courtyard hit him like a slap. If the haze from wine hadn’t worn off earlier, it certainly would’ve left then.
Having grown up in Iceland, he could handle the cold better.
A few visitors from other Kingdoms looked ready to keel over every time they were outside despite wearing layers.
Lumi peered at the large, white face of the moon set in the dark sky.
Clouds loomed, and it would soon be covered. Snowflakes started drifting down.
He tilted his face to feel the little pricks of ice as they landed on him. How long would it take if he stripped, lay in the snow, closed his eyes, and waited for death to take him? It’d be quicker than the slow march toward it called life.
He headed toward the covered hallway to his left, intending to go by, and he swung his coat in one hand. He’d sleep and do it all again tomorrow. Just like the courtiers. He barely registered the shadow or the glint before a hand was over his mouth, and steel touched his neck.
“Come along quietly,” said a familiar voice.
Lumi almost stumbled as he was hauled into the hallway that was open at both ends. Why would the Prince take him like this? He could have Lumi on his knees with a snap of his fingers. Unless he had a fantasy about attacking someone and finally decided the pleasure slave would work.
Prince Jaki kicked the double doors shut as soon as Lumi was in his sitting room. “You’re awfully relaxed for someone who has a knife to his throat. Do you realize I could take you like this? I could bend you right over my bed and explore your tight little ass.”
Lumi tried to laugh through the hand against his mouth as he dropped his coat. About damn time.
His breath caught before he forced his heat.
His cock thickened, and his face and chest grew warm.
Prince Jaki loosened his hand before he dragged the knife downward, although he didn’t quite cut skin.
The top button of Lumi’s shirt surrendered to the blade and plinked on the floor.
He pressed himself against the Prince, and when a finger touched his lips, he let his tongue out to lick it.
“Do you have any idea what you do to a man?” hissed Prince Jaki.
“Whatever they want,” whispered Lumi. “If you want to cut me, go ahead, Prince Jaki.”
The Prince’s fangs grazed his neck, and Lumi shivered. If the Prince fucked him, he’d surely dig his fangs into Lumi’s neck. A good deal of cat fairies did when they fucked. It would make Lumi’s slick ass even wetter.
“Do you want me to fight so you can hold me down and bite me? Or do you want me to behave and beg for it while you breed my ass? Anything you want, Prince.”
“Hmm.” Prince Jaki pushed him forward, spun him around, and slung him over his shoulder.
Lumi bit back a smile as he fisted the back of the Prince’s coat.
Finally, the one he wanted most of all, and he’d own everyone.
In the Prince’s bedroom, done in soft greys and gentle blues, Lumi was flung down on the bed and wasn't given time to look around.
Prince Jaki straddled him and grabbed his throat.
Lumi ground his erection against him while his ass grew wetter and ached to be stuffed.
He wanted the Prince in and on him and everywhere at once.
His wrists were pinned as the Prince leaned down to thrust his tongue into his mouth.
Maybe he’d tie Lumi down and use him for hours.
Once the heat wore off, Lumi would bring it again and beg for his ass to be filled with cum.
He’d beg for pain if that was what the Prince wanted.
Lumi would let himself be run ragged so that he could know he was doing it right and being exactly what Prince Jaki wanted.
Prince Jaki ran his mouth along Lumi’s jawline and back again. When their lips met again that time, the kiss was tainted with something small, bitter, round, and familiar.
Lumi instinctively tried to spit it out, and the Prince clamped a hand over his mouth and pinched his nose shut. “Swallow.”
Fuck. Lumi had seconds before it fully dissolved, and the bitterness had already started to spread across his tongue. Terror overwhelmed him as he tried to shove at the Prince and plead with his eyes. Prince Jaki’s cold, furious gaze locked onto him.
“Swallow it, or we’ll see how long it takes before you run out of air.” His ears pulled back. “If you pass out, I’ll just bring you around. Don’t you want to play? You’re the one who has been getting into my lap and prancing your ass around in the hopes I’d take it. I thought you liked games.”
Lumi tried to kick and twist out from under him. The resin wouldn’t work like Prince Jaki wanted, and when he realized it, he might simply kill Lumi. He knew something.
The urge for air grew to be too much, and his chest tightened as the bitterness spread further. This wasn’t how he wanted to go.
Lumi swallowed.
He couldn’t tell if it was the resin or the lack of air that made him grow light.
The Prince wasn’t heavy anymore, and he could barely feel the hand holding his chin.
It was definitely the resin. He could breathe, but each lungful he sucked in didn’t bring him back.
He couldn’t understand what the Prince was saying, and the taps on his cheek were probably smacks.
The hand on his throat normally would have been arousing, but he might float away. The blurry room wasn’t real. Nothing was, and the years he’d been through didn’t exist. Someone was talking or demanding something from him, and he couldn’t make out a single word.
Lumi was sure he was being moved and dragged out like the trash that he was. The cold air was nothing more than a tickle, and white rushed up to slam him in the face.