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Story: A Cage of Magic and Darkness
RUAROK
Taelyn is putting together a team of people to leave the city and go in search of the Mage, and I am not among them.
That she thinks she’s allowed to tell me what to do pisses me off more than anything.
She thinks she rules me, but she’s got it all wrong.
I am the eldest sibling, and the only true blood heir to the throne.
She’s just the daughter of some whore who married my father.
She is nobody.
I’m warring with myself about what the best course of action should be. I don’t appreciate looking like a nobody in front of the rest of the castle, but at the same time, I want her to believe I’m on her side.
I find her alone in the library, standing at one of the bookshelves.
“Princess Taelyn, I wish to come with you tomorrow.”
She turns to face me. “Why? What good will it do to have both of us in the wildlands? One of us needs to be here.” She sighs as though my very presence exasperates her. “Please don’t keep making me repeat myself. ”
I hate how drawn I am to her. My palms tingle with the desire to touch her. My body aches to be next to hers. Even when she’s annoyed with me, I still want her.
“You don’t seem to have given any thought as to how it would make me look for my younger sister to ride out into the wildlands while I stay behind.
The rest of the city will consider me a coward.
I’m fully aware that my reputation isn’t the best, but I feel as though since I’ve been released from the cage, this is my fresh start. ”
She arches her brow. “Is it because you are older that you believe you should be the one going, or because I am female? Would we be having this conversation if I was a younger stepbrother?”
“Probably not,” I admit.
There would be a lot that would be different if she were a younger stepbrother. I wouldn’t be trying to creep into her bed at night, or be constantly thinking about her, I’m sure. I keep this to myself, though.
“Well, then,” she says, as though that has brought the matter to a close.
She walks over to what had been the king’s favorite chair and runs her fingers across the back.
“I miss them,” she says. “I wish they were still here.”
I know exactly who she’s talking about, but she seems to have forgotten who she’s talking to.
“The king was a good man,” she continues. “A fair ruler.”
Sometimes I feel as though she is living in a whole different world than I am. “He had me locked away in a cage beneath the castle for what he hoped would be the whole of eternity. Me—his own son. How can you call him kind and good? ”
“I don’t truly know his reasons for that,” she mutters, glancing away.
I can’t stand it.
I cross the room in a few strides, bringing myself in front of her. I grab her chin and yank her face up, so her eyes lock with mine—pale blue to almost black.
“I do. He was fearful I would take his place. He couldn’t stand the possibility that I might find favor with either you or your mother, and that ultimately you would prefer me to him. So instead of risking it, he had me locked away.”
“Find favor?” She gives a small laugh. “Do you mean sex?”
“Of course I mean sex. If you had to choose to fuck me or my father, which would you go for?”
She yanks her face out of my grip.
“He was like a father to me as well,” she spits. “You are disgusting for even mentioning such a thing.”
I huff air from my nostrils. Jealousy rises inside me, green and vibrant. “He was like a father to you, huh? Good to see he was a decent parent to someone, then, because he certainly wasn’t to me.”
“Maybe if you’d been a better person, he would have been.”
“I see. So, being locked away, with my hands in chains, for all of eternity, by my own father, was my own fault because I wasn’t a better person? Maybe if he hadn’t had my mother killed, so I’d had a caring figure to raise me, then I would have been.”
She flinches at that. “He had your mother killed? I don’t believe it.”
I scoff at her. “Really? You’ll believe he had me locked beneath the castle to slowly go mad, but you won’t believe he’d have a whore murdered?”
She hesitates, and I can see she’s considering this.
“Okay,” she says slowly, “but you’re still responsible for who you are, even without a mother. You still could try to be a better person.”
“A better person? Why am I not considered to be a decent person already? Because I need sex to survive? What’s so wrong with sex, Princess?”
Fuck, she’s so beautiful. I see the effect I have on her. The way my words cause blood to rush to her face, her cheeks pinkening so prettily. Her lips part, and she draws a breath. I’ve flustered her, and I find I’m enjoying the result.
“Oh, that’s right. You wouldn’t know.”
She blinks rapidly. “What do you know?”
I lean in and inhale deeply. “You’re a virgin. I can smell it on you.”
She jerks away. “No, you can’t!”
I chuckle. “I absolutely can. I have a sense about these things. I like to play with virgins more than anyone. Getting the taste of a sweet virgin pussy is my absolute favorite.”
She glares at me. “And you wonder why you ended up locked in a cage when you say things like that. Have you forgotten who you are talking to? I am Princess Taelyn Loftborn, and I am the ruler of Askos and of Highdrift. I command you cease speaking to me this way immediately.”
I draw myself up to my full height. She’s tall, but I stand at least a foot taller. “And I am Prince Ruarok Loftborn, firstborn to be the ruler of Askos and of Highdrift. Did you forget who you are talking to?”
Her jaw drops open, and a few splutters emerge from her lips.
“We are equals, Princess,” I say, “as much as you might hate that. You are my sister, are you not?”
She folds her arms across her chest. “And as your sister, there is no way you should be speaking to me like that.”
I love how reserved she is. How haughty. It only makes me want her more.
No, I shake the thought from my head. I can’t want her.
She’s the one thing standing in the way of me ruling the kingdom.
I want my castle back again. I want to sit on the throne where my asshole of a father once sat.
This girl doesn’t deserve that seat. She’s an interloper.
A fucking cuckoo. She has no bloodline here.
But I haven’t been able to get the memory of the dream I had about her all those years ago out of my head.
“Did you ever dream about me, Princess?”
She freezes. “What?”
“You heard me. Before I even met you, I dreamed about you. You came into my room and straddled me and rode me so hard I thought I was going to explode. Tell me you shared the same dream.”
Her cheeks grow red. “I certainly did not.”
“You’re lying. I can tell. Did you climax in the dream? I know I did. I wonder if we climaxed together, in our sleep, at the same time.”
She takes a step back, and her wings fold around her body, as though to protect her. “Stop, Ruarok.”
“Why? ”
“Because I said so.”
“You don’t deny it, though. Did you recognize me when we danced, or did the dream come later? I can’t tell you how much the memory kept me going during the years in the cage. As you rode me, I ran my hands down your smooth back, cupping your ass, watching my cock slide in and out of you.”
“That wasn’t me,” she hisses. “You’re getting me mixed up with one of your whores.”
“No, I’m not. I recognize your wings and your hair. You are so beautiful. There is no one else like you.”
She lifts her chin, jutting it defiantly. “My mother was like me.”
I won’t tell her that I’d initially believed the person in my dream to be her mother. She won’t like that. “No one else living like you,” I add.
My cock is fully erect at the talk of fucking her. I want her now. It’s been far too long. I’ve been starving. Why haven’t I found some whore to feed from already? But I don’t want some whore.
I want her.
“Princess, just let me have a taste of you. You don’t need to do anything. I won’t expect you to touch me. Just lie back and spread those long legs and let my tongue do the work.”
Understanding of what that means dawns on her pretty face. “You want to…down there? With your mouth?”
I can’t tell if she’s horrified or fascinated—perhaps a mixture of both. Fuck, she’s adorable when she acts so innocent.
“Just a kiss,” I tell her. “Maybe a lick and a suck. Imagine your pussy is like a ripe fruit, and I wish to gorge myself on it.”
I need to build my strength. Those years locked away have weakened me, and weakened my magic, too.
In years gone by, I would have had her stripping naked by now, begging me to fuck her.
But either my magic is too weak, or she is immune to it.
It’s frustrating, but it’s not the be-all and end-all. I can still make her want me.
Already, her wings have unfurled from her body and tremble in the air behind her. I can’t tell if she’s nervous or excited. Perhaps a mixture of both.
I run my hand down the side of her neck, pushing away her long hair, and then lower my lips to her incredibly soft skin. Fuck, she smells amazing.
I can’t allow myself to fall for her. I have to get rid of her if I’m ever going to have this kingdom to myself. It’s clear that people love her, and they’ll never accept me as their ruler if she is around.
I place kisses to her throat, and she bows into me, a soft breath escaping her lips.
I don’t know if it’s my magic that’s bringing about the desired effect or simply my presence.
Bizarrely, I find myself hoping for the latter—though I’ve never cared if women only wanted me because of my magic before.
The swells of her breasts peep from the top of her corseted dress, and I risk ducking lower to place kisses on their soft mounds.
I hold her waist with one hand, the other supporting her back.
Her wings flutter in the air behind her, helping to hold her up, even as she swoons.
The tips of her toes lift from the ground, so she’s suspended in the air while I work to free her tits from the corset.
I can’t wait to get my mouth around her nipples, to suckle on her until she’s moaning my name.
A loud knock comes at the library door.
Taelyn gasps in shock and her toes make contact with the floor. She shoves me away, pulling her dress back up to cover herself. She spins away just as the door opens and Cirrus enters.
“Princess, I need to talk to you about your plans to ride through the wildlands to find the Mage.” His gaze flicks to me, and then back to her.
She’s regained her composure and turns to him, her expression schooled into a serious one.
“Of course.” She addresses me next. “We’re done here, Prince Ruarok. I will see you on my return.”
It’s clear I’ve been dismissed.
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