Chapter 6 Boy #2
With uncertain fingers, Boy reached out to take it. The man closed a careful fist around the strawberry, and Boy took a sharp inhale. He didn’t want it to be damaged—and he had earned his reward. He wanted to bite into its firm flesh and chew it.
A wicked smirk tugged at the corners of the man’s mouth, as if he could see Boy’s thoughts as plain as day. “Put your hands behind your back.”
Quick to obey, Boy did as commanded.
A growl of deep-seated pleasure rumbled through the air between them, and the shadows stroked through his hair as if petting him, much as Boy used to do to the cat that ate the field mice he found in their family’s mill.
No other human—or geist—had ever touched him this way before.
He liked it more than he probably should, and leaned into the touch.
The strawberry was brought to Boy’s lips, where the Queen’s Shadow teased him with it.
He rubbed the fruit first along his top lip, pausing briefly at his Cupid’s bow, before he dragged it along his bottom lip.
It took every ounce of willpower that Boy possessed not to open his mouth and chomp at the excessively large fruit.
Luckily, his obscure need to please this shadow geist was the stronger force, and he resisted.
The strain of doing so, however, built inside him as a cramping need that spilled from his mouth as a breathy moan, and the Queen’s Shadow stilled.
The air between them charged.
Those dark eyes swirled with unbridled lust, and the shadows that caressed him slipped down inside the neck of his brandy-soaked tunic. Claiming. Possessive.
“Do you want this?” The words, quietly spoken, carried such a solemn weight that Boy was sure he hadn’t fully understood the depths of them.
But he wasn’t na?ve. He was under no illusion.
The geist could simply do, or take, whatever he wanted.
The fact that the Queen’s Shadow had even thought to ask for Boy’s consent, as if his willing compliance in whatever this was between them was important, stood out as earnest. So did it really matter if Boy hadn’t understood?
Especially when the glossy red strawberry was right there, not two finger depths from his mouth.
And did he want that? Yes, more than he’d ever wanted anything—he wanted that.
“Y-yes,” Boy said on an exhale, and the shadows seemed to breathe out their relief alongside him.
Boy wasn’t sure if he imagined it when the cell grew darker and the air thicker, because his entire focus was on the strawberry. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Had he ever smelled anything so appealing?
On his knees, between the shadow geist’s legs with his eyes closed, Boy opened his mouth. He lacked the presence of mind to imagine how this might look. Instead, he undulated his tongue as he searched out his reward, and moaned in delight when the very tip brushed over the glossy fruit.
“Good boy.” The words were a strained whisper.
Bolstered by the praise, he kept his tongue still as the strawberry brushed up and down its length.
He didn’t want to risk being denied the invitation to close his mouth around it.
Didn’t want to miss when he could finally sink his teeth into the flesh and swallow it whole.
It seemed important to the Queen’s Shadow that he was in control, yet it was equally important to Boy that he comply.
Up and down the strawberry tickled, and Boy squirmed on his heels. This was hard, but he could do it. He knew he could.
Boy cracked open one eye and what he saw made him swallow and squirm some more. Unadulterated want burned hot in the black eyes that stared back at him.
Cautiously, he curled his tongue and laved at the fruit, then tentatively closed his lips over the end. The growl that rumbled through the cell made the stone walls tremor, and a surge of unexpected satisfaction powered Boy’s next move.
Gratuitously, he stretched his lips wide, and the strawberry sank deep into his mouth until only the green stalk and the leather fingers that held it remained pressed against his lips.
The string of saliva that connected them glistened perversely in the weak lamplight, and Boy wiggled on his heels as he sought friction.
Without a word, the Queen’s Shadow stood. Boy tilted his head back when the geist’s thighs brushed over his nose with the proximity, and he sucked in a breath—one that tasted sweet yet corrupt. His body tingled with a sudden rush of overwhelming excitement.
Ensconced in the heady mix of strawberry juice, smoke, leather, and want, Boy’s mouth filled with saliva, but the delicate brace of his teeth on the strawberry made it hard to swallow.
With one gloved hand clasped over the large buckle of his breeches, the gloved fingers of the geist’s other hand moved from Boy’s hair to his cheek, and Boy itched to touch the man back.
Boy could barely tell where he ended and the Queen’s Shadow started, but it didn’t matter—in that moment, nothing else existed.
The flame of the lamp spluttered before finally succumbing to its fate, and it left Boy in complete darkness with no way of seeing. A strong curl of smoke singed the air, and he knew immediately it was from the extinguished wick—its fragrance more sharp in comparison to that of the geist.
Instinctually, Boy sought comfort and brought his hands from behind his back. He placed them on the torso directly in front of his face and gripped the man’s strong and defined obliques.
An animalistic growl so powerful it tilted the frame of the room rang through his bones, and Boy was ground down deeper into desire by the shadows that invaded and surrounded him. They licked at his skin where they had delved under his soaked tunic, and Boy’s heart pounded in his chest.
Never had he been so turned on. So enraptured. His own arousal grew, aching and insistent between his thighs. He twitched with raw need and relaxed into the shadows that caressed him. There, deep in their dark embrace, it was as if the only part of Boy that existed was the strong beat of his heart.
When he thought he couldn’t survive a moment longer, his orgasm took him by surprise.
He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the force of it, and swallowed instinctively. A burst of sweetness melted on his tongue. His breeches, already wet from the damp rot of the cell, now had strawberry juice and ejaculate mixed into their fibres.
Gloved fingers scooped up a dribble of juice at the edge of Boy’s mouth and smeared it softly onto his lips.
“I’m s-sorry… I don’t know what…” Boy’s voice was barely a whisper, recent events having left him unable to form a coherent sentence.
“I know.” The quiet voice carried a soft edge.
For a while, they stayed like that. Boy’s heavy breaths were loud in the otherwise silent room. Never—never—had Boy behaved so… so brazenly. Never had he wanted to.
Had the geist perhaps used his magick on Boy? But, no… the Queen’s Shadow had sought his explicit agreement.
Boy’s thoughts churned wildly until the darkness became so thick that he could no longer keep his eyes open.
Until his knees hurt too much to continue supporting his weight.
Until the comforting shadows floated him down to the floor.
Until he smelled the familiar scent of home—of dried crops and grasses—beneath him.
Until he fell asleep.