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RUAROK

PART ONE

I releasethe tight knot of the woman’s nipple from my mouth with a satisfyingpop. The puckered skin is wet with my saliva, and I go back for more, grating my teeth against the sensitive peak.

The woman the breast belongs to arches her back, pressing into me for more, which I gladly give. I bite, just hard enough to cause the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. The sexual energy that lies across her skin like an early morning mist flickers orange with heat.

“Oh, Ruarok,” she moans, her fingers lacing in my dark hair. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

“Call me prince,” I command. “Call me your prince.”

“My prince,” she gasps. “Fuck me, my prince.”

“Gladly, but first I want your mouth around my cock.”

I lift my head again and take a sip from the light dancing across her skin, feeling my strength grow.

I have no idea what her name is, and I couldn’t give a shit either. I’m guessing she’s mostly human, though she must have some Fae blood in her to be allowed inside thecastle walls. She’s what people might think of as comely, short and curvy, with a set of tits that will most likely be seen as matronly when she gets older. But her big blue eyes and sensual lips just about scream sex. It was the first thing I thought when I found her bent over my hearth this morning, stoking the fire. The castle’s thick stone walls don’t allow the weak, spring sunshine to penetrate, and keeping the fires burning is important so we don’t all freeze half to death.

I roll to my back, bringing her with me, so she’s on top of me now, straddling my thighs. Silk sheets brush against my skin, and a chandelier filled with flickering candles—which the servants, including the naked girl in my bed, light daily—is high above my head.

“Suck it,” I tell her, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her face down to my cock. “Deep as you can.”

She willingly obliges, opening her mouth and sliding her lips over the head of my dick. Her tongue is hot and wet, and she uses it to wrap around the bell-shaped tip, pressing into the slit, before she sinks lower. I lift my hips, wanting to feel the back of her throat, and she groans around me.

“That’s right, good girl. Let me hear those moans.”

She bobs on my dick, and I fold my hands beneath my head, enjoying the view.

The blonde’s sexual energy is as golden as her hair and grows more vibrant with every notch to her orgasm that she rachets up. It covers her skin in an aura. I’ve seen shades of all colors on different people—orange and red, and violet and indigo. Some have even been black.

I want her to experience as much pleasure as possible. Sometimes, when I’m particularly famished, I can makethese sessions last for hours. Naturally, I want to come, too, but that’s not the entire reason I love to fuck.

My balls tighten, but I don’t want to come yet. I grab the length of her hair, knotting it in my fist. I fuck her mouth with a couple more thrusts, then I pull her off me.

“My turn,” I say with a grin and flip her over again.

I push her creamy thighs apart. Her sexual energy dances across them like a lightning storm, and I lean close to drink her in. With every sip, I become more powerful, and my cock grows bigger and harder. I know she’ll never have fucked someone like me before.

Incubi aren’t allowed within the walls of the city of Highdrift.

I am the exception.

I cover her pussy with my mouth and suck on her clit. Her back bows from the bed, and she grips the black silk sheets in her fists.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.”

I pause for a moment. “That’s right, pretty girl. Come hard for your prince.”

The harder she orgasms, the better I’ll be able to feed from her. It benefits us both to ensure I blow her mind.

When I’m done with her, she’ll sleep—probably the best fucking sleep of her life—and she’ll wake wondering if it had all been a dream. It’ll take her a few days to feel normal again. She’ll wonder if she’s coming down with something, or if she’s just particularly tired for some reason. She won’t know that she feels that way because while I fucked her, I drank from her sexual energy to fortify myself.

The thick stone walls of my chambers muffle the sound of her cries from anyone passing by.

My charm magic only works if the desire is already there. My prey might be completely unaware of their darkest desires on a conscious level until I direct my powers in their direction. It’s like an amplifier, a tease, a sweet whisper of a suggestion in a person’s ear. It might never have occurred to them before—or perhaps it’s a desire they’ve refused to give in to and have pushed it down—but as soon as they become my focus, it comes rushing back up. It’s like they’re drunk on fucking, primal, unable to control themselves. They lose all their inhibitions, all fears over what they might look or sound like, or what anyone else might think of them. It’s a total release, and something many of the tight-asses in the castle are desperately in need of, if you ask me.