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Story: A Cage of Magic and Darkness
TAELYN
We start plans for both the wedding and the coronation almost immediately.
I imagine King Robertus won’t be too happy when he learns that not only have I rejected his offer, but that I’m also marrying my stepbrother, but I’m beyond caring. We will have the coronation before the wedding, so I can be crowned queen, and Ruarok will be my king consort.
We will rule Askos together.
There was one thing we needed to deal with before we could marry.
Cirrus Planetree manipulated us—or at least tried to—and we could not keep him as part of our guard.
We confronted him together, and he cried like a baby and begged for his life.
Perhaps he deserved to die, but I didn’t want to start our new reign by hanging someone in the city square.
I wanted to rule with love and compassion, not fear.
Instead, he was banished, to live out the rest of his life in the Wildlands.
Perhaps some might say it’s a fate worse than death, but at least we gave him a chance.
We’re in the king’s—our—offices, looking at seating plans and selecting menus. I should be on top of the world, and I am, in many ways, but there is one thing still eating at me.
“You’re quiet,” Ruarok remarks.
“Am I?”
“You have something on your mind.”
I press my lips together and nod. I have to tell him. I can’t keep it in any longer.
“I’m not who I make out to be,” I admit, tears welling in my eyes.
He frowns, his dark eyebrows drawing together. “What do you mean?”
“In the cave, with the Mage, she told me the truth about who I am. I’ve always been conscious that I don’t have the same kind of magic as many pure blood Fae, that it simply didn’t come easily to me, and the Mage explained why.”
“Why?” he gently prompts.
“I’m not full-blooded Fae. I might look like I am, but inside I’m not. I don’t know where the mixed bloodlines come from—I assume my father’s side, since my mother’s magic was always strong—but in the end it doesn’t matter. I’m not who I make out to be.”
He stares at me, and the corners of his mouth twitch.
I glare at him. “Are you…laughing at me?”
He clamps his hand to his mouth then spins away so I can’t see his face. “I’m sorry, Taelyn, I don’t mean to laugh when this is clearly important to you, but what exactly do you expect me to say?” He turns back to face me. “I mean, have you looked at me?”
Of course I’ve looked at him. I’ve imprinted his face to memory. I’ve brought it up in the darkest moments of night when I’m alone. I’ve held it in my heart during the times I’ve felt I couldn’t go on.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” I say eventually.
“Do you know what I’d give to look like you, or Balthorne, or my father?
My whole life, I’ve lived with this face.
” He gestures to his features. “With this color hair, with my lack of wings, my appearance has always made me stand out. I’ve asked myself over and over if my father would have actually loved me if only I’d looked like him instead of my mother. It’s blighted my entire existence. ”
“But you’re beautiful,” I admit. “The first moment I saw you, I was entranced. Yes, you look different, but that’s not a bad thing. You wouldn’t be you if you were any other way.”
He takes my hand and holds it to his chest. “And you wouldn’t be you, either, if you didn’t have whatever it is inside you that makes you who you are. Who cares if you’re not full Fae? I don’t. It’s who you are as a person that’s important.”
“What if people find out?”
I’m ashamed, and I hate that I’m ashamed. I wish I had Ruarok’s confidence.
“People should find out. You should be honest about your struggles. Your people will admire you all the more for it.”
“Admire me because I’m not perfect?” I don’t understand why that would be.
“You’ll be perfect because of your flaws, not in spite of them.”
A Fae queen with no magic. Am I really the right person to rule the kingdom?
“You left the borders of Askos and went out into the wildlands to find a Mage to try to save the kingdom. Who gives a damn how much magic you do or don’t have, or what kind of blood runs through your veins?
Your bravery and willingness to sacrifice everything for the sake of your subjects is what matters.
If people can’t see that, then more fool, them. ”
He speaks so passionately, as though my opinion of myself angers him, that I can’t help but smile.
Maybe he’s right. Have I judged Ruarok badly because he’s not full Fae?
Maybe I have, a little. Perhaps it’s time to admit my own prejudices, though before now I would have insisted I had none.
I’ve been lying to myself all this time.
Not having full Fae blood shouldn’t immediately mean I’m a lesser person.
“Thank you, Ruarok. You’re right.”
He smiles and pulls me into him. “It’s good to hear you say that. You should say it more often.”
Playfully, I bat my hand against his chest. “That would involve you needing to be right more often, which, frankly, I can’t see happening.”
“Would I be right if I said I think I should kiss you?”
My cheeks warm, my lips tingling. “I can’t tell you what you’re thinking. Only you know that.”
“In that case, I’m definitely right.”
He catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and places his lips to mine. I melt against him with a soft sigh and open my mouth to him, inviting in his tongue.
His strong body is like heaven pressed to mine. His erection is already hard between us. I reach down and cover him with my palm, squeezing my fingers around him.
“Fuck, Taelyn. You’re killing me. I want to be inside you.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
He spins me around and bends me over the desk.
He yanks up my skirts so they fall over my hips then tears away my underwear.
I yelp in surprise but do nothing to stop him.
I hear the clink of his buckle and glance over my shoulder to discover he’s already undone his pants and his cock is in his hand.
By the gods, he’s so big. He gives himself a couple of strokes, but instead of trying to take me right away, he drops to his knees so his face is level with my pussy.
Then his hot mouth is on me, covering my pussy.
He sucks on me then uses his tongue to spear me.
I cry out and push back on him, wanting more.
He pulls away, and I move to straighten, but his hand on the small of my back pushes my torso flat against the desk again.
“No, stay right where you are. I want to look at you.”
“Ruarok, no!” I protest.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, caressing me.
He rubs my wetness and his saliva all over me. His fingers travel up, to my other hole, and he touches me there as well.
I let out a squeal of surprise. “Not there.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
He carries on, circling the tight hole, and then pushing a finger inside.
I buck as though I’ve been electrocuted.
He puts his mouth on my pussy, going back to licking and sucking, and all the while he fingers my ass.
I can’t believe this is happening, but yes, it feels incredible.
I try to find something to hold on to but, instead, knock a notebook and pot of pens off the desk.
They hit the floor with a clatter. I hope no one will hear and come to investigate.
They’ll find their future queen bent over a desk with her stepbrother licking her pussy and fingering her ass.
My orgasm builds until I think I’m going to lose my mind. It’s too much, too intense. I creep closer and closer to the edge, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls away from me.
“No,” I cry. “What are you doing?”
“Teasing you,” is his reply.
He shifts position, bringing himself back up to standing. His finger is still embedded in me, but my pussy is bereft.
“Give it to me,” I tell him. “I want you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command, my queen.”
He places the head of his cock at my pussy and, oh-so-slowly, slides inside me. I groan in pleasure. I still don’t know how I’ve lived for so many years without experiencing this. He continues to finger my ass while he fucks me, and the sensation makes my head spin.
Gradually, we build our momentum until he’s fucking me hard and fast, slamming into me with everything he has. I give myself over to the feel of him, thinking I will never again understand how I’ve lived without this for so long. It’s like being taken to the stars.
And then he stops, pulling away from me, leaving me empty.
“What are you doing?” I cry and look over my shoulder at him.
I’m so confused.
He smiles at me and languidly runs his hand up and down his cock. Frustratingly, my climax slips away from me.
“I want to hear you beg,” he says.
“Beg for what?”
“Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to bring you to climax.”
Normally, I’d have been far too self-conscious to do such a thing, and it’s not as though I care about anyone hearing us anymore, but right now all I want is for him to make me come.
“Please, Ruarok, I need you. I want you inside me again. ”
He toys with himself. “No, be filthier, let those dirty words roll off your tongue.”
I’m not used to speaking like this, but I try it. “Fuck me, Ruarok. Give me your cock.”
“That’s better.” He caresses one of my ass cheeks. “See, you can be a good girl for me.”
He moves in closer, and the head of his cock presses against my pussy again. I give a sigh of pleasure and push back on him. I groan as he edges deeper, stretching me around him.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. “Oh, the gods. That feels so good.”
He grabs my hair into a ponytail and uses it to yank my head back. My throat is exposed, my spine curved, and he fucks me hard again.
He takes me to the edge, and right at the moment of climax, he pulls away.
“No, no, please don’t.”
This is torture.
“What are you doing to me?” I sob.
“When I let you come, it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
He drives deep back into my pussy. I swear my eyes actually roll with pleasure. I’m so wet and ready for him, even his size doesn’t cause me any problems.
“You look so beautiful stretched around me, Princess. You’re so wet for me. I want you to come, but only when I say so. You’re mine now. Every inch of you. You might be queen, but in the bedroom I’m the one in control. Understand?”
I nod, frantic. I’ll pretty much agree to anything he says right now.
“A queen on the throne and a whore in the bedroom. What more could I ever want? You’re so fucking perfect, Taelyn.”
I let out a whimper as he fucks me.
My orgasm builds once more, and this time I chase it faster, frightened he’ll take it from me once more.
But instead, he says, “That’s right, pretty girl. Let go. Come all over your big brother’s cock.”
And I do. I don’t even know where I go, to some plane much higher than the one we’re normally on. Stars flash in my vision, and my whole body becomes one shaking, shuddering knot of pleasure. My wings vibrate, causing a humming sound to fill the air.
“Aah, fuuuck, Taelyn,” Ruarok groans from behind me.
He jams himself deep and pulls me up so I have my back and wings against his chest. I feel his cock jerk inside me, and the hot rush of fluid that is his semen. I love that he’s given that to me, that I have a part of him inside me now.
We slump together, our breathing slowing, holding each other tight.
Something occurs to me. “What if I get pregnant?
He plants a kiss behind my ear. “What if you do? It’s the right thing, isn’t it?
We’re already family. A baby would only cement that.
We’re going to need a little king or queen to help rule the kingdom when we’re gone.
The thought of seeing your belly swell with my child is the most magical thing I can think of. ”
I smile at the thought.
We’ll be a family.
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