Chapter 4 #2
“It’s distasteful business,” Marigold says, smearing his hand down his face.
When he lifts it, his eyes look tired, letting me see the old man who lives in his young body.
“I tried to clean it out, but this is a delicate matter, one that must be kept secret—not even Lilyfair knows what’s in the jar.
I’m not the best at washing and such…my upbringing didn’t include tours of the laundry or kitchens.
” His chuckle is hollow and haunted as if he’s trying to cheer himself up more than share a joke with me.
I snort at the jest all the same.
He laughs harder until he releases a matching snort.
My chuckle crescendos to a wheezy rasp that makes him double over.
“This is what I had with Sirius. He knew all my secrets and was a confidant of sorts. It’s a relationship I had hoped to cultivate with you.
I’m glad you are as intelligent, understanding, and attached to Lilyfair as he was.
He wasn’t lucky enough to have met her—a regret I’ll hold the rest of my days—but he loved the stories of her capers.
Because of his sacrifice, she survived to adulthood without the other Fae suspecting her secret.
I hope—no, I need the same pact with you. ”
I stand and reach my hand through the bars, pleading with my eyes for him to trust me.
He takes my warm hand in both of his cold ones and squeezes.
I wrap my coarse fingers around his smooth palm to convey my desire to be trusted.
My nature is to be helpful and dependable—thanks to the herd—but this is different.
I want a chance to repay Lilyfair for the kindness she showed me when I thought all hope was lost.
“You smelled Sirius’s seed because it is,” Marigold whispers with a croak at the end.
“My daughter’s skin will age if not nourished with hubull ejaculate.
I know you are thinking Fae don’t age…and that’s the problem.
My daughter is part human… Her mother wasn’t banished for breaking our laws.
She left the realm before anyone found out she was human and put her to death.
Baby humans come into our realm as changelings, raised by Fae and released into the human realm.
I fell for Begonia when she was barely of age, and we conceived Lilyfair before either of us saw sense.
Leaving her family behind was the most brave, heart-wrenching, and selfless sacrifice Begonia was ever asked to do… but she did it…”
I lift my hand to collect the tear from the corner of his eye. I don’t pretend to deserve the honor of seeing a king cry. He understands my gesture, because he squares his shoulders and clears his throat.
“They would have killed her anyway,” he concludes in a matter-of-fact tone. He turns away, leaving my arms hanging limply through the bars.
I retreat to my bunk with the tiny glass jar and roll to face the wall.
Images of Lillyfair being hunted by beautiful Fae for having laugh lines around her eyes or mouth haunt my mind.
These thoughts replace all my proposed deals for my freedom or improvement in living conditions. Her safety means everything.
They will never find out her secret. Not if I have anything to do with it.
I yank at the ties holding up my breeches as I scoot to the shadowed corner of the cell.
The images of Lilyfair’s lush lips as she sews and the brilliance of her golden eyes are enough to harden my cock for her.
Would her round cheeks be as soft as they look?
My thoughts turn darker as I take my shaft in hand and press my tip to the bottom of the inside of the jar.
What if I could jerk myself onto her cheek?
Images of my seed running down the side of her face, along her neck, and pooling in that delicate place between her collarbones, have me jerking harder.
My mind’s eye follows the drip over the curve of her breast to disappear inside her dress.
The wheezy rasp of my voice sounds like her name to my ears… but hopefully not my host’s.
The force of my peak pushes the jar against the wall with a clatter.
I have enough of my wits to rotate the container so it collects my bounty.
The jar overflows. I raise it to my fingertips to allow the excess to pool in my palm.
At least I hope that’s where it flows. I can’t open my eyes for fear that they will fly out with the force of my climax.
My horns scrape against the wall when I’m finally finished, and I sag with exhaustion.
I’ve never peaked so fast and hard in my life.
“Well, aren’t you the overachiever?” Marigold says with a smile that lights up his whole face when I present to him the full jar.
He takes the jar from me and snaps the lid shut.
I’m grateful for the second jar he produces from his pocket to smear the excess on my fingers into it.
We agree that every drop must go to Lilyfair without uttering a word.
“Keep the secret and fill the jars. That’s all that’s required of you.
I’ll have some parchment and a quill sent down before my visit next week.
I’d like you to write three things I can give you to make your stay more comfortable.
If you liked the spice cake Lilyfair demanded you try today, you should know that Sirius had a slice of chocolate cake with his morning oats every day.
Those sorts of things are what I’m expecting you to put on your list.”
We exchange curt bows, and he marches out of the dungeon.
My new friend, Marigold, is replaced by the regal king of the Fae with every step he takes.
What shall I put on the list? Nothing like chocolate cake, that’s for sure.
I’ve pleased my captor, so I must tread lightly to keep our new alliance.
What I want are sunshine, open spaces, and more time with Lilyfair… preferably without her shapeless gown.
Or do I? She’s too sweet for the dark ideas floating around my head where I defile her in every way…while she screams my name and begs me to coat her in my scent. Yum, just like a hubull’s mate should… How will I face her innocence now that I’m consumed with the pride of her wearing my seed?