Chapter 18
Timothy
I remained on my knees as Farrow pulled his thick, purple cock out of his pants.
I didn’t need to ask to see it this time.
I’d finished, and he’d put his phone in his pocket and undone his pants.
My heart kicked over as he stroked his cock, his foreskin pulling back, revealing the bright pink head.
I glanced up at his face, trying to figure out if he planned on coming on my face or if I’d be allowed to lick it.
I was hoping for the latter. I wanted to taste him.
Learn the feel of his skin. Would his cock be hot and velvety on my tongue?
Or rough?
He took one step closer, and I couldn’t help but lean forward. My ass clenched around the plug as lust made my body crave more, like I hadn’t just come.
“What do you want?” Farrow growled.
I wanted to find out why my cameras only gave me shadowy footage that got worse with each viewing, but that meant admitting to recording him. So I kept my mouth closed, even though I wanted his cock on my tongue, and glared at him. He knew I wanted to learn about my mother.
Was he going to make me beg? I was tempted. I’d followed his orders and given him what he wanted, so now he needed to keep his end of the deal.
How long would he be interested in me if I made too many demands?
Today, he’d told me which way to face and what to do and reminded me to keep my arm out of view. He didn’t want to see the dragon, the reminder that I was related to a sorcerer.
He smiled and stroked his cock as if happy to wait for me to give in first. I sighed. My need for answers and his dick were too great. “If I suck your cock, you’ll tell me about my mother?”
Did she have a new family? Another kid to convince that magic was real so she could…
I have no idea what she did with the magic or what the brotherhood she was part of did.
Over the last five days, I’d been tempted to see what there was online, but I figured it might draw attention from the wrong kind of people.
Farrow nodded. “I will tell you what I found.”
“That might be nothing.”
He smiled, all pointed teeth. “It is not nothing.” He gave his cock another stroke, and a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. He smirked. “Last chance.”
I shuffled closer on my knees. Not only was I performing in his videos, I was now doing other things for him.
The more he ordered me around, the more I liked it.
I did not want to admit that out loud. It was bad enough admitting that I liked this game to myself.
I licked my lower lip, hesitating even though I wanted him to feel his cock filling my mouth.
“Now do that to the head of my cock.”
It was easier when he told me what to do. I didn’t need to think or fight. I couldn’t fight—he was too big. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Some nights I woke up sure that I was being watched, and it was enough to make my blood hot and my dick rise.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as if I was waiting for his offering. He closed the gap, and the hot head of his cock brushed my tongue and my lips. I wanted him to shove it in and fuck my mouth, but he waited for me to welcome him into my mouth.
My hesitation was enough for his tail to get involved and slip around my throat, preventing me from moving. If I didn’t lick, I wouldn’t find out. Curiosity and lust took over.
I swept my tongue over the head and tilted my head, making it easier for Farrow to slide his cock into my mouth.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” My voice was a rough whisper.
He pushed his cock into my mouth, sliding over my tongue and stretching my lips. His hand wrapped around the shaft and stroked. Even though I swallowed, spit trickled out the side of my mouth as he worked the head over my tongue, pushing a little deeper each time.
Farrow closed his eyes and growled. The sound rumbled through me, vibrating my ribs and spine as his cum flooded my mouth. I jerked back, only for his tail to tighten around my throat—which made swallowing his tart load that much harder.
Then it wasn’t only spit escaping out the corners of my mouth.
I gagged in part because of the taste, like some kind of medicinal liquor, but also the way my mouth was forced open, and his tail was tight around my throat.
It was only when he was done, milking every last drop onto my tongue, that he rocked back so his cock popped free.
For a couple of heartbeats, he watched me.
I wanted to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and gasp for air, but I refused to look so weak. Instead, I remained on my knees, staring up at him, feeling cum and spit slide over my skin, while I tried to breathe quietly with his tail around my throat.
“The records in my world of your mother are bleak. She was stabbed in this world and escaped into mine, where she died of her injuries. That is all I found out.” His tail unwound and left me untethered.
I blinked, not understanding. “Stabbed?”
“Eleven times,” Farrow confirmed with no emotion as he tucked his cock away.
“Who stabbed her?”
“I don’t know. Either she didn’t say, or it wasn’t recorded, but I doubt the latter. Our records about sorcerers are thorough.”
“Why didn’t you use magic to save her?”
Farrow squatted in front of me, so we were eye to eye. “Monsters cannot use magic.”
I stared at him. “I have seen you vanish.”
He nodded. “In this world, I have that ability. It took time to master when training, and it isn’t something every monster can do.”
“So you let her die?” It wasn’t his fault, but she’d died in his world.
He glanced away. “Her injuries were severe, but she was cared for until she passed less than a day later.”
“Why not bring her back to this world, to a hospital?” There had to be a way for her to survive.
“She was a sorcerer, Timothy. She was never going to be returned to this world.” He stood and ran his fingers through my hair as if he gave a shit. “I need to leave.”
“Yeah.” I sat back on my heels. Why had I expected something to change between us? It was lust and extortion, that was all. And in five days, I’d do it all again.
Farrow pauses, head tilted. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m not,” I snarl. “Someone stabbed my mother, and she died alone in your world.
“She was not alone,” he whispered, his voice sweeping over my skin like gravel.
“Because you tortured her.”
“She was not tortured. You call us monsters, but we are not cruel or careless. We take care of our sick, and we don’t leave people homeless.
” He drops to his knees. “All we are doing is protecting our world from incursions from yours. Your people damage my world. Humans have turned my people to glitter, lakes to jelly, and created new creatures that ruined entire ecosystems.” His tail jabbed toward me like a scorpion about to attack.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that humans in my world have the power to reform it and kill hundreds of thousands of people who are simply existing.” He shook his head. “Santa. How can you know so little when your mother used you to access magic?”
“I don’t remember anything but my fear of monsters…
” The dark and weird noises. But I remember her talking about the magic of Santa delivering presents.
She loved Yule and Easter and Midsummer, all the celebrations.
She told me tales filled with magic. I remember the way my father argued with her, claiming I was too old for such nonsense.
Farrow tilts his head. “So you do remember something.”
“I remember her stories and how she believed in magic.” Because she could use it.
I glanced at the ink on my arm. I’d taken a couple of photos of her to show the tattoo artist what I wanted, but it wasn’t the same; mine was smaller and not as detailed as hers.
“But I don’t understand why she needed me to believe. ”
He sighed. “I told you. Accessing magic and using it are two different things. Children can access it easily, but it takes a sorcerer to wield it. Trying to do both would be like trying to build a bicycle while riding it.”
My lips curved in a poor attempt at a smile.
Farrow stepped into the wardrobe. “What is your stepmother’s name?”
“Why?”
“Your father married one sorcerer…he may have married a second.”
“They aren’t married.” Though I was sure that was coming. I gave Farrow her name, and then he was gone. In the mirror, I saw the golden haze beneath the bed. It always appeared after Farrow had visited and was always gone by morning.
The first time I’d wanted money, the second answers. I’d received both. Some might call it luck, or my excellent negotiating skills… Well, I’d used my tongue even if it wasn’t for talking.
What did I want this time?
Farrow’s warning about bicycles echoed in my ears, but this wasn’t magic. I was making a wish, or manifesting, or something. I certainly wasn’t using a child to access magic. I wouldn’t even know what magic felt like.
I needed to wish for something stupid.
My gut clenched, ready to expel the plug.
Toys.
And money.
I doubted that a box of dildos I hadn’t ordered was going to arrive at my door.