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“Louder. What do you want me to do to you? Say it, and I’ll do it. I want to hear those filthy words come out of your mouth.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, Taelyn. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I force the words from my lips. “I want you to kiss me down there. I want your tongue on my pussy.”

“Good girl,” he praises.

A rush of warmth and pleasure goes through me.

“Now I’ll give you what you want,” he says.

He tears my underwear to one side, ripping the material. He parts my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but he holds them open.

“No, let me look. I want to see every part of you.”

He touches me, drawing one finger between my pussy lips, parting me. He makes contact with my clit, and sparks of pleasure jolt through me.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” he murmurs. “Tight and untouched. I’m going to kiss you there now, Princess.”

He shifts his position slightly, leaning in.

His face brushes the inside of my thighs, and then his mouth covers me, hot and wet.

As Fae, we are naturally hairless down there.

I let out a cry of both pleasure and surprise.

I hadn’t expected it to feel that way. I don’t know what I had expected, but nothing like this.

It’s as though I’ve been blessed by all who are living.

By giving in to him, aren’t I only making him stronger? Is he feeding from me down there, drinking my energy? But by the gods, it feels good.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, sending little lightning bolts of bliss through me. I cry out and rock my hips, pressing into him, wanting more. He dips his tongue inside me.

“Sweet as a juicy peach,” he murmurs.

Is this what other couples are doing, every night, in secret in their beds? Their mouths on each other, kissing and licking and sucking? I picture myself taking his cock into my mouth. Could I do that?

The thought excites me.

“I want to suck you,” I gasp. “I want to taste you, too.”

He lifts his face to observe me. “Suck my what?”

“Your cock,” I say, feeling breathless and out of control. I’m not used to any of this. “I want to suck your cock. ”

He ducks his head again. His tongue, hot and firm, circles my clit, and I cry out, my back bowing from the chaise longue.

He pauses long enough to speak. “Come for me, and then I’ll let you suck my cock.”

Ruarok slides two fingers inside me and goes back to sucking on my clit. The pleasure is intense. What if someone were to walk in here and catch us? I’m trying to be quiet, but it’s not easy.

Is this what it would be like with an ordinary man, or is he increasing the pleasure for me because he is part Incubus? I have no experience of what this would be like with anyone else, so nothing to compare it to.

Pleasure courses through me. My climax is close; I feel it rising, rising.

My wings vibrate on either side of me, creating humming through the air.

A part of me wants to fight it, worried I’ll lose control, that something bad or embarrassing will happen, but Ruarok shows no sign of letting up.

My body is his now, and I’m like a puppet on his string.

I think I’m going to lose my mind.

Then it breaks, sweeping over me. I squeeze my eyes shut, my toes curling. Stars flash behind my eyelids, and my body bucks and shudders, over and over. I had no idea it could be like this, the utter unleashing of everything feminine about me.

My climax releases its grip, and I float back to earth, utterly spent and a little shellshocked.

“Wow,” I murmur.

Ruarok lifts his head and wipes his mouth.

“Good girl. Now you get what you wanted.”

I’m breathing hard, my heart racing. I can’t believe how good that felt. Will it feel the same for him? I want to give him that.

He climbs onto the chaise longue with me, straddling my hips.

His pants are undone, and his huge erection protrudes from the gap.

I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s almost as thick as my wrist, and the length is ridged with veins.

The head is smooth and darker in color, and a bead of fluid leaks from the slit.

“Scoot down,” he instructs. “Bring your mouth in line with my hips.”

I do as he says, my heart beating faster at the anticipation of what’s about to happen. I can hardly believe I’m going to do this, but I’ve got no intention of telling him no.

He takes my chin between his fingers. “Open those pretty lips.”

I part them, staring up at him.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he tells me, “and you’re going to swallow me down.”

Like his eager servant, I nod. He edges his hips closer, and the smooth head of his cock presses to my mouth. I open wider, sliding out my tongue, allowing him in. He tastes salty, and I inhale the masculine musk of him.

He’s rock hard, but the skin is silky soft, and I marvel at the contrast.

I hold him at the base and use my tongue on him, swirling around the tip, and then sinking lower. I’m careful not to grate my teeth against him—though, for all I know, he might like that.

I pause for a moment and take my mouth from his cock. “Am I doing it right? ”

He gives a brisk nod and grabs my hair. “Yes, don’t stop.”

He rams himself back into my mouth, deeper this time. I gag slightly, and he groans. “Ah, fuck.”

I slide my mouth up and down his hard length, but he’s moving, too.

I no longer feel like I’m the one in control.

His grip on my hair holds me in place, and he fucks my mouth, deeper and deeper.

I can feel him at the back of my throat, and I’m sure I’ll be bruised tomorrow.

Tears fill my eyes, and strange noises emit from my mouth.

He seems angry, almost, as though the slamming of his hips equates to his fist.

“I’m coming,” he groans. “Fuck, oh, yes, fuck.”

I’m shocked by the sheer volume of cum filling my mouth and spilling down my throat. He comes again and again, spurts hitting the back of my throat, coating my tongue. I feel like I’m drowning in it, choking.

In a panicked rush, I push him off me and sit up, wiping my mouth. I’m aware that my breasts are still on show, and my underwear is torn, and now I have cum dribbling down my chin. What kind of princess am I? I’m to be the ruler of Askos, and I’ve allowed myself to be defiled like this?

Ruarok gives a slow smile. “How was that for you, Princess?”

I wrap my wings around my body, hiding myself, and yank down my skirts. “I-I’m not sure.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?”

“It was a bit…much.”

He reaches out to smooth my hair from my face, but I jerk away. What have I done? Did anyone hear us? Any number of servants could have walked by and seen us. What if they’re talking now? Gossip flies around the castle quicker than a dragonfly.

I glance at the door. There’s a sliver of light shining between the crack of the door and the frame. My heart lurches. Hadn’t Ruarok shut the door properly when he’d entered? I should have checked.

Had someone been watching while he fisted my hair and fucked my mouth, my bare breasts bouncing, my skirts still rucked up around my waist and my pussy still swollen and wet and exposed?

The thought is utterly mortifying.

He seems troubled. “I’ve upset you. I’m sorry. I forgot who I was with. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the touch of another person. I got carried away.”

I take two things from this. The first is that he didn’t go off and fuck some chambermaid the night after he came into my room, and the second is that he is far more experienced at these things than I am.

“You haven’t been with anyone else since I released you from the cage?” I check.

He shakes his head. “No. You are the only one I want.”

“But your magic. Don’t you need to…fuck?”

The word sounds coarse coming from my lips, and I cringe.

“It doesn’t need to be full sex, no. It’s the arousal I drink from. The person’s sexual energy.”

“Did you take from me?” I want to know.

“A little, but you’re different.”

“In what way?”

His dark eyes narrow, a line appearing between his eyebrows. “I’m not sure. I noticed the first time we met that you don’t have the same kind of aura as others. It’s as though I can stay strong just from being with you. I don’t need to drink in the same way.”

I’m still curious. “What does it feel like when you do—for the other person, I mean?”

“It can leave the other person drained.”

“I don’t feel drained when I’m with you.”

He shrugs. “Like I said, you’re different. Being with you is different.”

I wonder if this has anything to do with what the Mage told me.

Could it be that I have an element of Succubus in my blood, too?

I want to tell Ruarok, but something tells me to keep my mouth shut.

One thing I have on my side right now is that people believe I’m full-blooded Fae, and it should only be right to have a full-blooded Fae on the throne.

If people learn the truth, maybe they’ll decide Ruarok is a better choice to be king.