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PART ONE

I release the tight knot of the woman’s nipple from my mouth with a satisfying pop . 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 the castle 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 make these 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.

I continue to lick her, pushing my tongue inside her tight walls. Is she a virgin? Even better if she is. Nothing tastes as good as virgin energy.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I tell her. “It’s probably going to hurt, but I need you to try to relax.”

I move up her body and fist my cock. The energy I drank from her means I’m even larger than when she was sucking me.

She glances down at my erection, and her eyes widen with fear. “No, no, please. It’s too big.”

“You can take me. I know you can.”

I increase the strength of my magic, and she lets out a cry of pleasure. She won’t refuse me again.

I press the head at her entrance. She’s so wet and swollen and ready for me. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.

I stretch her wide, and the smooth head of my cock vanishes inside her. Fuck. I love seeing a sweet, tight pussy stretching around my girth. I drive deeper, and the light ripples and pulses across her skin. Her head is tossed back, her plump lips parted, her eyes shut. She feels like heaven.

A knock comes at the heavy wooden door. “Prince Ruarok?”

I recognize the voice of the head of the King’s Guard, Cirrus Planetree. Seriously? The man has the worst timing.

Ignoring him, I pulse my hips, sliding in and out of her. I duck my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it hard. She gasps and meets me with every thrust.

The banging comes again, louder this time. “I know you’re in there. Word has just come that your father has entered the city walls with his new bride. He’ll expect you to be in the Great Hall to welcome them both home.”

“Busy!” I shout from between gritted teeth.

I glance down at where my cock slides between the girl’s pussy lips, vanishing inside her.

My length is wet with her arousal. She shows no sign of having heard the man outside my room—though I suspect Cirrus won’t have come alone—and throws her head back and moans again.

Her hands find her heavy tits, and she squeezes her nipples and bucks her hips, wanting more.

I growl and lower my head, thrusting hard inside her. Her glow grows brighter with every thrust—she’s like a firework about to explode—and my own climax builds.

The banging comes again. “Prince Ruarok! I really must insist.”

My orgasm retreats, and I blow out a breath. “Motherfucker.”

I climb off the girl and snatch my pants up from where I’d abandoned them on the floor.

Now my charm magic is no longer directed at the young woman, she starts to come round.

I’ve left her unsatisfied, though, so her hand slips between her thighs to rub her clit.

It’s clear she plans to finish herself off, and I’m frustrated this interruption means I’m no longer involved.

Bare-chested, my skin still slick with sweat, I go to my door and undo the heavy brass bolt.

I swing open the door. “What?”

I’ve opened the door far enough that Cirrus can clearly see the naked woman masturbating in my bed. His face pales and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“The king will be here any moment, sir. You really must be ready to greet him and his new bride.”

That’s the last thing I want to do, but my father, the king, has been gone for three months, so I really should show my face.