Page 40 of Burying Venus

Drawing back, the boy bit his well-sculpted lips, shaped like a bow and tinged red as an apple. ‘Love you?’ he echoed, eyes darting between Dermot and his prick. ‘I have never taken a partner before, in truth.’

Like a creature catching sight of its favourite prey, Dermot watched him for any sign of deception. ‘Humans do certain things for their partner. More than just playing, they make love,’ he said. That two innocents waited to burn the following day was naught but fiction to him now. He was hot to lose his virginity and deflower Maldred in turn.

Grabbing hold of Maldred and swinging him round so their positions were reversed with Dermot on top and the faerie below, so did he eclipse him. Trailing hands over perfect, unblemished skin, Dermot must’ve appeared like a rabid animal about to sate its hunger. He licked his lips.

‘What are you doing?’ Maldred said. His eyes shifted to Dermot’s arms, bulging muscle won through hard labour. Whether he was truly trapped or feigning surprise, Dermot did not know.

‘I love you. Do you feel the same?’ Dermot said. His cock had enough of waiting; it was unnatural for a man of his age to be sexless. Anger all at once converged in his chest, realising he lived like a man castrated.

‘You have done much for me,’ Maldred said, lashes casting shadows over his eyes.

Dermot bore down further, lying directly on top of Maldred. His cock strained for the pleasure it knew to be but a few inches away. Surely he was not in his right mind, afflicted instead by some spell. He didn’t dare take liberties with Thorne, and never would he have touched sweet Aubrey with such evil intentions.

‘If you love me… if you truly love me…’ Maldred was saying, Dermot’s lips hot on his skin, ‘then I will pleasure you in this way.’

Groaning as the weight of the words were felt, Dermot pushed forward, setting his hands decisively on Maldred’s shoulders. ‘You’re saying I can?’ he clarified, though he did not know what he would do if Maldred refused. He flinched as he moved to do it, at once terrified and elated, fears twisting together as he positioned himself for the act that would leave his body forever changed.

‘Yes. Just recall I have never before taken a lover,’ Maldred said, head down like an acquiescing girl.

Dermot made no reply. Coaxing the faerie to lie beneath him, his hand went to the handle of his nightstand, and he wet his fingers with the wax reserved for cleaning. Going disbelievingly to the source of his pleasure, he prepared the boy half-heartedly, doing the same to his cock in turn. He hardly knew what he was doing and expected Maldred knew even less. Unceremoniously, almost uncaringly, he bore down and pushed through.

Maldred cried out in either shock or ecstasy. Haltingly, Dermot realised he did not care which state afflicted him. Overcome, he groaned with pleasure, thrusting to the tune of another pained gasp. His prick fought against Maldred’s insides, a battle long since won. He would not in that moment have believed the boy to be sentient. He was but a thing that made the occasional noise, serving only to draw Dermot closer tooblivion. Beating down further, lost in black, nebulous pleasure, he realised with a pang that Aubrey wouldn’t have submitted as meekly as Maldred had.

‘You go too fast,’ Maldred said, setting his hands on Dermot’s biceps. ‘Please, we are making love, not fighting a battle.’ Dermot delighted as that chime fell to stuttering, forced to beg beneath him.

‘Let me go on top,’ Maldred said, swatting against Dermot’s skin like a freshly caught butterfly, challenging the spider already set to devouring.

Dermot rolled onto his side so he could observe the faerie’s innocent beauty as he was spoiled. Maldred let himself be manoeuvred, Dermot’s hands on his hips like a vice as he twisted the boy like a marionette. He cared not for how he looked, red-faced and snarling like a barbarian as pleasure lashed in his stomach. It was no wonder serving men and women were afflicted with so many children, having no other pleasure but this.

‘Oh, Dermot, Dermot…’ Maldred was saying. Mouth slightly ajar, his eyes rolled back so only the whites could be observed. Were it not for the barrier, everyone in the castle would’ve woken, for Dermot was not a small man.

Twisting about, cock synchronised to the choir of Maldred’s pleasure, his eyes met Will’s, staring brazenly at him from across their scant chamber. The curtains hung a considerable distance from the wall, leaving the early morning light to seep in. Will had seen all, disbelief and revulsion plain on his face as Dermot rutted.

Flinching, Dermot grasped Maldred so the boy was again beneath him, trounced in an instant by his superior strength. He growled, guttural and totally unlike a man.

Fresh in the knowledge that Will was all but forced to watch, Dermot bit the back of Maldred’s neck as euphoria hit. Hisworking man’s body, used to hard labour and few pleasures, quivered as his cock spurted. He had not removed himself from Maldred. The faerie was little more than an instrument in this, though capable of giving far greater pleasure than his hand.

Never in his life had he spilled so, it leaving him in great ropes while before it’d been but a few specks upon the bedding. Maldred moaned and titled his neck like a whore, the bed still rumbling as Dermot reached his peak. It was Will’s blue eyes he thought on as he finally beat down, coming to lie on top of Maldred with a thump, cock still snuggly inside.

‘Who are you?’ Dermot murmured. He ran his dark, calloused thumb across Maldred’s neck. ‘Have I no right to know?’

‘It is our people I want to do right by,’ Maldred said. He lay prone against the bed and flinched when Dermot’s caresses grew bolder. ‘You would know my father.’

‘Your father?’ Dermot said, not desirous to discuss a man after having defiled his son. ‘What has he to do with this? Tell me his name.’

‘No, I can’t speak it. Not now. But don’t doubt me. It pains me to see you serving these people. It hurts to see the island enslaved,’ Maldred said.

For the first time since their union, he saw Maldred as a living creature. Sitting up with a wet plop, he sat in disbelief as he discerned blood specking his cock. He was at once ashamed of himself and turned away.

‘But our people are to be lit on the pyre today by these madmen,’ Dermot said, watching as Maldred strained to get up. The faerie was still nude, and as his elbows quivered with exertion, Dermot felt every inch a proper man.

‘No,’ Maldred said immediately. He surged upwards, leaping off the bed and stepping away soundly. ‘You shall see.’ And with that, he strode out the door.

Dermot let himself fall back, flinching as he hit the wooden board. Helplessly he slid down, slamming against the bedding as his face collided with the pillow.

‘Enjoy yourself, did you?’ Will said. ‘So while that boy you swam waits for his execution, you went out and rented a prostitute.’

He had forgotten Will’s blue eyes, natural blond hair so unlike Maldred’s silver. Once upon a time he had lain in bed and waited for Will to wake so they might get ready together. Now he steadied his breath and made no reply.