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“Come now.” He clapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me out of the training room. A servant appeared at his side with a shirt, which Theron draped over his arm, continuing down the passageway in only his black trousers. “I have had some distraction ordered to my chambers, and I’d like you to come and partake.”

The servants threw open the doors to the foreroom of Theron’s wing to a scene of wild debauchery. The darkened room was lit with candles, and members of Theron’s council were everywhere, surrounded by females in tight dresses that left nothing to the imagination. Theron’s vizier was already under the ample thighs of a female Elf on the red velvet couch as we passed, and Theron laughed out loud.

“This is what you need,” he said, gesturing around the room. His green eyes were blazing when they met mine. “I do wonder how an Elf cunt compares to a Fae’s.”

I swallowed hard, and all I could think of was my dreams. I averted my eyes, as though Theron would have been able to read those visions straight from my fucking eyeballs.

“I-I don’t think there’s much difference, is there?” I attempted to sound jovial. “A cunt is a cunt.”

Theron laughed out loud, throwing his head back. “A cunt is a cunt indeed.” He punched me lightly in the arm and raised his eyebrows. “Go, have fun.” He seized a buxom black-haired Elf in his arms, who squealed delightedly as his hands encircled her waist. He dragged her off into a dark corner, and I was left alone in the middle of the room, watching the scene unfold around me.

A few weeks ago, this would have been welcome to me. I would have surrendered to it and thought nothing more of it. I would have enjoyed every scandalous moment.

Now, my head was swimming as soon as I caught sight of a head of blonde hair, my head snapping in its direction as I stupidly wondered if it was her.Of course it fucking well isn’t.

A servant passed me with a tray of tiny glasses, holding the ridiculously strong liquor the Seraph favored, the name of which always eluded me. I grabbed two and threw them back, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth because fucking Gods, it was strong. I was instantly overcome with a warm haze, the room becoming a little fuzzy.

Arms were around my waist then, soft lips moving over my back, fingers tracing into the collar of my shirt.. I glanced over my shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the blonde head of hair again. Hands moved over my hips, into the waistband of my pants.

“Shall I make you feel good?” The voice wasn’t hers, but it didn’t matter. She tightened her grip around me, guiding me towards the darkness, and I let her. I turned around to look at her, my back flush with the wall, and in the dim light I took her in. Her skin was darker than Elara’s, and her eyes were the wrong color. But it didn’t matter. Here, in the haze of alcohol and the darkness of the corner, I could pretend.

I spun her around, and then pushed her against the wall, her back to me as she writhed under my grasp. I threaded my fingers through that blonde hair, pulling her head back to bite the delicate skin at the base of her neck. She let out a little squeak of surprise, her hands behind her as she tried to free my cock from my trousers.

I ran my tongue over her skin, soothing the bite. She was pulling her skirt up, and I eagerly helped her. Her head fell back against my chest as my fingers moved between her thighs.

“Is that good?” I asked as my finger began to stroke her clit.

She nodded against my chest. “Mmmm.” She turned her head, seeking out my mouth, which I quickly avoided, sinking my lips into the flesh of her shoulder. She finally managed to undo my trousers, my cock pressed against her ass. I groaned as I felt the heat of her cunt, so fucking close.

She gasped a little, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock.“Ooh, you’re huge aren’t you?”

I didn’t want to speak. I clenched my eyes shut, and then all I saw was Elara. The slope of her back, beads of sweat running down her pale skin. Her ass, pink and tender from the strike of my hand that had left her moaning and begging for more.

“Fuck me, My Lord.” The Elf’s voice was ragged with desire, teetering on the edge of her climax as my finger continued to stroke her. “Oh please, fuck me.”

Rook, please. Please fuck me.Elara’s voice drowned out the Elf’s, her scent overwhelming me.Oh gods, I need you. Please. I need you.

“Oh fuck.” The Elf’s shriek shattered through the fantasy that had me grinding my hips against her. I was panting, sweat running down the back of my neck.

I put my hand over hers on the wall, leaning my forehead against the back of her head, against that soft blonde hair… And with a heavy sigh I realized I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her. I didn’t wanther.

I stopped my movements, and she held her breath, tensing a little against me.

“My Lord?” She tried to turn to look at me, but my body was still holding her in place. “Why did you stop? What’s wrong with you?”

I let go of her, pulling her dress down as she protested. I ignored her words, adjusting my own clothing and striding from Theron’s chambers, my eyes fixed on the floor. I left the laughter, the moans and the drunkenness behind me, my hands aching from being balled into fists at my side.

I was shaking by the time I was back in my chambers. A ribbon of heat had wound itself around my ribs, and now that I was alone, it pulled tight. Every time I closed my eyes, every time I fucking blinked, images of Elara flashed and stuttered behind my eyelids. I sank on to my bed, trying to steady my breathing, scraping my hands along my thighs as I attempted to regain some sense of equilibrium.

As night fell, the tension began to ebb from my body. The moon shone through the window, casting beacons of light along the stone floor. Finally, I was able to move again, and I walked to the window, looking out over the gardens. The lights of the town twinkled in the distance. The tips of the mountains were illuminated in the moonlit night sky.

The southern star shone brightly, pointing towards home.What do I do?I asked desperately.What can I do?

The night did not answer, merely left me alone with my thoughts and my fantasies and the coil of heat that continued to snake its way around my ribs.

This was going to drive me mad.

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