Chapter 11
Iawoke with a shiver to discover that Flurry was making a tiny winter landscape on my chest. Snow-covered hills, a frozen pond, and a forest of snowy trees—some of which might’ve been twisted spikes of my own chest hairs—stretched from one nipple to the other.
There was a frozen river heading down my abs, and my cock stood up like a monolith at the end of it.
“Is this what you do when you’re bored?” I was trying not to move too much and ruin the scene—it really was some impressive miniature sculpture—but also I had to reach down and stroke myself.
Flurry shrugged. “I’ve been awake for a while. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I snorted and watched my cock dribble precum onto the river.
“And then I very much wanted you to wake up.” He bit his bottom lip and wiggled his fingers over my dick which caused—
“Oh, fuck, Flurry!”
—the precum to freeze. Outside and in. I could feel a spear of ice inside my dick.
At first, it was frightening. Something was in there! It was hard and maybe sharp and…and… But then I squeezed, cautiously stroked, and I could feel the ice moving. Now I was moaning and jacking myself with that icicle fucking my dick.
Flurry watched, licked his lips, and then he was moving around until he was on his knees between my spread thighs. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice husky.
I’d been thinking I’d pull myself off and then do something filthy to him, but with that offer? I released my dick and rested my hands beside my head as another tremble went through me. Pulling my knees back to bare my ass to him, I nodded. “Yeah, I want that. Please fuck me, Flurry.”
He grinned and cocked his head at the bedside table. “Hand me that.”
That was a small glass jar with a metal lid that hadn’t been there last night. I handed it to him, and he opened it and scooped out something clear and slick.
“Did you get lube delivered?”
He closed the jar again and stuck his little nose in the air. “I’m embracing the fact that everyone knows about us and just…doing what I want.”
I was proud of him. “Well, then. Come on and do what you want.” I cocked my hips up and pulled my legs back more.
Flurry set the jar aside and nodded, eyes on my ass. “Just…in?”
Oh, right. Gotta help the virgin. “If you want to play around inside me for a while, you can. But if you want to get your dick-cicle in me now, you can definitely do that, too.”
He huffed a little laugh and closed his eyes for a moment. “Dick-cicle?”
I grinned at him. “Baby, you look like you’re made of snow and ice. It’s kind of exciting for me.”
Flurry rolled his eyes, but then he was staring at my ass and biting his lip in clear concentration. He was so adorable! And when his cockhead kissed my hole, he gasped like everything was new to him. I loved that.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Nice and easy thrusts. Keep going, baby. Fuck all the way into me. Aw, yeah, just like that.”
He was panting, pink on his cheeks, and staring at what he was doing to me.
He had his hands on the backs of my thighs and his lean hips were working him deeper and deeper up my ass.
And his glorious cock had the most delicious chill to it.
I was shivering from the cold inside and out as well as the pleasure of having him in me at last.
“Milo,” he whispered urgently as he bumped against me. He looked surprised.
“Fuck me, Flurry. Just let yourself go.”
He gulped and nodded. But he didn’t move except to blink.
I grinned. “It’s okay if you come quick. You can fill me up with real icicles after.”
I could see him consider that. Shiver. And then he gave me the most devilish smile I’d ever seen before he started riding my ass like he had something to prove.
I didn’t even know if he was trying to, but he pegged me again and again.
I was gripping the bedding and grunting with every thrust, aware that the winter wonderland on my chest was having an earthquake, and watching a beautiful frozen prince melt with pleasure.
It was when his hand wrapped around my cock that I bucked up and came all over that cute little landscape he’d made.
I was panting and trying to laugh and grunting all at the same time, very glad he hadn’t created any tiny people to get covered in cum by the giant snake that lived at the end of their river.
And then I saw that it was snowing on us.
He’d done that before and been annoyed by it, but this time it seemed to preclude his orgasm, so he didn’t get the chance to make the snowfall stop.
Since he fell forward on me and splatted his wintery creation that started all this, I hugged him and caught my breath while we became blanketed in delicate little snowflakes.
He groaned and raised a hand, but I caught it and pressed it to me. “Milo…”
“I like it.”
“It’s weird.”
“It’s beautiful.”
He heaved a sigh.
I couldn’t help it, I started humming Let It Go while I watched the snow fall on the grumpy little prince I was falling in love with.
That afternoon, Flurry gathered a few people in a room that was either a study or a library.
The walls were lined with books, there was a large desk at one end of the room, and a sitting area opposite the desk was crowded with all kinds of things to sit on from wingback chairs to fat poufs.
Everything was encrusted with that fake frost and snow that came right back when I tried to dust it off.
A fireplace heated the room as all of us found somewhere to sit and turned our attention to Flurry.
The group of us were an interesting mix of folks.
There were two members of the guard sitting with a man I hadn’t seen before, who either had allergies or had been crying recently.
Giselle held a pencil and sketch pad as she talked to the well-dressed man beside her.
Badru had something that looked like a photo album on his lap and spoke with a woman who kept glancing my way.
She was the first I’d seen who wore pants and they had smudges of paint on them.
“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Flurry said from where he stood beside the fireplace. “Let’s begin with introductions.” He swallowed so hard I heard it as he held his hand out to the man sitting with the guardsmen. “This is Pollard Wynn, the late Private Archibald Wynn’s father.”
Private Archibald Wynn, the guard who’d saved Flurry’s life yesterday. I was glad Flurry had the guardsman’s name now.
Mister Wynn gave a strained smile and nodded to all of us. I hadn’t known what this meeting was about until now and was glad to see these people supporting whatever Flurry had planned.
“Captain Egan,” one of the guardsmen said, “and Lieutenant Hildreth.” The other guard nodded.
“Lord and Lady Lennon.” Giselle placed a hand on the man beside her.
“Lord Badru and my sister, Lady Delyse Carlisle,” he said with a hand toward the woman in pants.
As all eyes looked to me, I smiled. “Milo Hawkins.”
“I’ve asked you all here for a few reasons,” Flurry said. “Badru, I’d like a plaque for the throne room that will list Private Wynn’s name, date of…death, and express my thanks for his selfless sacrifice.”
“Of course,” Badru said and patted the album. “I have several I think would do him justice.”
“I would also like to have a statue done of Private Wynn to represent him and all the others who have given their lives for our court. Life size, full regalia, and to stand on a plinth with the names of all those we’ve lost. It will stand in the square.”
“Thank you,” Mister Wynn whispered, tears on his face.
Flurry’s wings appeared behind him as he nodded at the man.
Lord Lennon said, “We’ll begin immediately. If I could request a model, Captain?”
“Lieutenant Hildreth has already volunteered.”
That explained why he was dressed fancier than any guard I’d seen yet with sword, spear, and a shining helmet under his arm.
Flurry cleared his throat. “I would also like a statue to represent all those we lost to the curse. I’m uncertain what I’d like specifically, so if you could present a few ideas?” He looked to Giselle.
“Do you wish a quick turnaround?” she asked.
Flurry frowned a bit at her. “Not necessarily, if there is an issue.”
She shook her head. “I’m wondering if we might make a contest of it. Open the design to the people. Give them a deadline to submit their ideas. Perhaps those of us present could be the judges and choose the winner.”
Flurry nodded, a slight smile on his lips and his eyes looking glassy with tears. “That…” He cleared his throat. “That would be wonderful.”
“Does a month sound agreeable?”
“It does.”
“Then I’ll coordinate everything,” she said decisively.
Flurry cleared his throat again and then looked at me. “Lastly, I would like Lady Carlisle to paint a portrait of Mister Hawkins as soon as possible.”
A portrait? Of me?
“Of course, Your Highness,” Lady Carlisle said. “I can begin immediately.”
Everyone broke into smaller groups then, with Badru taking his album to Flurry, and the Lennons going over to talk with the guardsmen and Mister Wynn. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what Flurry had just asked for.
“Mister Hawkins?”
I blinked a few times and looked up at Lady Carlisle. “Oh. Hi. You can call me Milo.”
“Delyse.” She sat on a pouf at my knee. “Have you ever had your portrait painted before?”
“No,” I said on a disbelieving chuckle. “I’m confused about why he’d want one.”
She gave me a smile like she was thinking aww, bless his heart, and I got it. Was Flurry maybe falling a little in love with me, too? I stared at him and put a hand over my heart.
“So what we’ll do is find a location that fits with you. If you’d like a suggestion, I’m rather fascinated by this fireplace at the moment. You could—”
“Um, actually,” I said as my mind came back online, “would it be possible to have me in the snow? Maybe outside somewhere? Or if that’s too cold or unpredictable, maybe Flur— Prince Flurris could create something in a room somewhere for us.”
She smiled like she was figuring something out and nodded. “We could absolutely do that. I’m sure His Highness could create something breathtaking for your backdrop.”
“Me?” Flurry said as he appeared beside me.
“Your Highness, Milo would like a winter scene as the background for his portrait.”
Flurry’s smile grew and grew. “Okay,” he said quietly.
I knew that if a staff member caught us kissing, they’d throw a curtain around us, but what might happen if I started making out with him in front of a lady? I wasn’t even sure who else was in the room anymore either. All I could do was put every ounce of want in my gaze and hope he could see it.
Flurry’s smile turned into a smirk.
I was vaguely aware of Delyse getting up. “Then with your permission, sir, I’ll collect my things and return in the morning to begin.”
“Yes,” he said. “Wonderful.”
As soon as I heard the door click shut, I grabbed him and hauled him onto my lap as he laughed. I kissed his neck and caressed every inch of him that I could reach until his giggles subsided.
“How do you know we’re even alone?” he asked.
“No one’s wrapped a curtain around us.”
I tried to kiss him but he started laughing all over again.