Page 32 of Drown Me Gently (Flipped Fairytales)

The performance below turned feral, rhythmic slaps and cries echoing through the hall, but Ulric hardly noticed. He had a far better show in his arms.

When Ulric let his hand slide lower, thumbing Auren’s dripping slit, Auren writhed helplessly in his lap, grinding his ass on Ulric’s thighs.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed that mouth again.

Ulric grabbed Auren by the waist, maneuvering him before retaking his seat, the men now chest to chest.

“Give me that wretched mouth of yours,” Ulric growled, fisting the back of Auren’s neck and dragging him down.

Auren gave it to him, tongue first. Their kiss was messy, all heat and teeth and sensation. There was nothing soft or romantic about it. Ulric groaned into him, biting Auren’s lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then chasing the sound with his tongue, stealing every broken breath he could.

Auren pressed in harder, grinding down with a helpless, shuddering noise. Ulric caught his ass with both hands, squeezing, spreading, baring him completely to the cool air.

“Ulric…” Auren gasped.

The Kraken rumbled deep in his chest. “What is it, spriteling? What can I do for you?”

Auren whimpered, struggling for words. “Please… with your fingers. Like before.”

Ulric feigned ignorance, just to see him squirm. “Whatever do you mean, my prince?”

Auren opened his eyes to glare at him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

“You know exactly what I mean, you grouchy old Kraken,” he hissed.

Ulric laughed. “Of course, my prince. Anything you desire.”

He stood, gently easing Auren off his lap before walking to the little shelf in the wall, uncorking one of the glass vials. The slick, semi-transparent substance gleamed in the low light.

“What is that?” Auren asked.

“Lubricant. It’ll make things… easier for you.”

Auren’s pupils dilated.

Ulric dipped his fingers into the oil and resumed his seat, beckoning Auren to straddle him. His prince obeyed without hesitation, legs bracketing Ulric’s hips, their hard cocks sliding together.

Ulric smeared the oil across Auren’s ass, working it in with long, tantalizing strokes, not caring about the mess. Auren’s breath hitched when Ulric’s fingers pressed harder, spreading him open.

“So beautiful,” Ulric rasped. “So fucking perfect.”

He ran his fingers up and down the crevice, relishing in the perfect shape of Auren’s ass. In the dimple of muscle he felt there.

“Do you like this, my prince?”

Auren’s face was buried in Ulric’s neck, hands braced on his shoulders. He felt a slight nod.

“You like having your ass played with?”

Another nod, hands tightening with urgency.

“I need to hear it spriteling, or I might just end it here.”

Ulric removed his fingers, as though to tease. But he should have known better. Should have known that it wasn’t a fawn perched upon his lap, but a wolf.

Auren let out a desperate sound, a mix between a moan and a growl, before digging his fingernails into Ulric’s skin and biting the side of his neck so hard that Ulric shouted in alarm.

“If you try to play games with me, old man, you’ll find I am not very forgiving in this moment.” Auren hissed, immediately licking the place where his teeth had been. And like an obedient lover, Ulric returned his fingers to that oil-slick crevice.

“Yes, my prince.”

He explored further until he found the core of Auren’s need. He circled the tight muscle with one finger, teasing, testing Auren’s limits.

“Please…” Auren cried, grinding down.

Ulric pushed the first finger inside.

Auren jolted in his lap, letting out a high, breathy moan that had Ulric’s own cock throbbing painfully between them.

“Good boy,” Ulric murmured, stroking him with his free hand to keep him calm. “Take it.”

He worked the finger in and out slowly, letting Auren adjust before adding another. Stretching him wider, deeper. Auren whimpered. Rocked his hips greedily into the sensation.

“Gods above,” Ulric grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Auren only moaned in response, leaning his body back, eyes fluttering shut.

Ulric couldn’t resist—he leaned forward, biting gently at Auren’s exposed nipple as he worked a third finger inside. Auren’s whole body jerked, hands clawing at Ulric’s shoulders.

“U-Ulric—I?—!”

“I’ve got you, spriteling,” Ulric soothed, even as his fingers moved in deep, scissoring motions, dragging cries from Auren’s lips.

Auren ground down hard against him once, twice—and with a helpless, gasping sound, he came, spilling hot and fast over their stomachs and chests, body convulsing around Ulric’s knuckles.

Ulric held him through it, murmuring praises into his hair.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s it, my sweet sea-sprite.”

He didn’t pull away. Didn’t rush. He held Auren, blissed-out and trembling in his arms, soothing him through the aftershocks.

They sagged against each other, both slick with sweat.

Somewhere below, the stage descended into chaos—no longer the clean acts of performers, but pure, primal carnality.

Men slid inside women, bodies gleaming with oil and desire.

Moans and the wet slaps of skin against skin filled the air like distant applause.

Ulric wasn’t sure anyone was truly watching anymore.

The performers weren’t acting now. They were indulging, feasting on pleasure like ravenous creatures.

“Ulric…” Auren’s breath was a ragged whisper against his throat, his sweat-soaked hair clinging to his flushed face.

“The men… with the women,” he gasped between breaths.

“Yes?” Ulric murmured, fingers still stroking lazy circles against Auren’s sweat-slick back.

“Can such a thing be done… between two men?”

Ulric closed his eyes, battling the raw surge of need that threatened to strip him bare.

But Auren was sharp and caught the hesitation.

“Can it?” Auren pressed, urgently now.

Ulric swallowed, his cock throbbing with each stuttered heartbeat.

“It can,” he admitted hoarsely.

Auren’s brows drew together in that infuriating, beloved stubbornness.

“Then why haven’t we?”

Ulric ran a hand down Auren’s spine, feeling every tense muscle.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “For you, it could be… painful. It is not like with my hand.”

Auren’s mouth hardened into a grim line, and for a moment, Ulric thought he would fight him, but his gaze softened as he placed a tender kiss against Ulric’s Adam’s apple.

“I am a man, Ulric,” he said with a firm resolution. “And you are a man.”

He cupped Ulric’s face in his hands, thumbs brushing along the sharp lines of his jaw.

“If you truly respect me,” Auren continued, “then you’ll let me decide where my limits lie. You’ll trust me to know my body, to know what I can take.”

Ulric opened his mouth to protest, but Auren shook his head, silencing him.

“Yes, this body is new, but strength isn’t new to me. I know my balance. I know my power.”

He softened then, a small, wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I know my strengths, Ulric. But I also know my weaknesses.”

Auren leaned in, stealing a tender, lingering kiss.

“And you,” he whispered against Ulric’s lips, “are my greatest weakness.”

Ulric shuddered violently, barely holding on.

Auren pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Let me decide my limits, Kraken.”

Ulric dragged a trembling breath into his lungs. “Are you sure?” His voice cracked.

Auren nodded. “Yes. I want it. I want you. All of you.”

The floodgates shattered. And now Auren would know what it meant to tame a Kraken.

“Then do as I say, and bend over that balcony, spriteling.”

Auren nearly stumbled over the silken pillows at their feet in his urgency to obey.

“Hands on the railing. You’ll need something to hold onto.”

His prince obeyed, hands braced on the polished wood, back to him, legs braced.

Ulric grabbed the vial of oil again, slicking his hand liberally.

He worked one finger inside Auren, then two, stretching him until he could ease in a third.

He took his time, massaging the tight muscle, coaxing Auren open.

His man whimpered, clenching the balcony in a death grip, a curtain of hair tipping over the edge.

Ulric swallowed a growl at the sight of him—red hair wild, muscles flexing, thighs shaking from anticipation.

“If you want to feel me so badly,” Ulric rasped. “Then you will feel every. Fucking. Breath.”

Auren rocked back against his fingers, greedy and shameless. “Please,” he gasped. “Please, Ulric. I need?—”

Ulric pulled his fingers free and slicked himself.

He lined up behind Auren, gripping those slender hips, thumbing the slick cleft of his ass. He positioned himself at that rosy bud, letting Auren feel the heat of his length. To warn his body of the impending invasion.

“Relax, spriteling,” Ulric murmured, voice thick. “Breathe for me. Let your body open.”

He pressed in. Slowly, his tip strained past the resistant ring. The intrusion dragged a strangled gasp from Auren’s throat. His shoulders bunched up, muscles rigid with resistance.

Ulric soothed him with kisses to the back of his neck, murmuring praise against his skin, even as he clenched his teeth at its tightness. “Good boy. That’s it. Take me in.”

Bit by bit, Auren’s body surrendered, muscles yielding.

Ulric pressed in deeper, stopping only when Auren’s knuckles whitened against the railing. He waited until the prince’s body melted around him. They moved like that—inch by inch, breath by breath—until Ulric was fully sheathed.

“There,” Ulric panted against his spine. “That’s it. You’ve got it all, my prince.”

Auren whimpered, legs trembling so violently that Ulric had to wrap an arm around his hips just to keep him upright.

“Stay strong,” Ulric grunted. “I’m going to move now.”

He pulled out slightly, watching the way Auren’s stretched hole clung to him, the dark length of his cock shining with slick.

Ulric pushed back in, then again, and again, as Auren’s body adjusted, as resistance turned to welcome.

Each slow thrust tugged at his cock as it glided through the tight, gripping ring of Auren’s entrance.

Every movement tore a desperate moan from Auren’s mouth.

“There you go,” Ulric whispered hotly into his ear. “Now you’re doing it. Taking me so well.”

Below them, the stage roared with noise: cries and grunts and wet flesh colliding. Ulric forced Auren to look down, tilting his head toward the chaos.

“Watch them,” he rasped. “Watch how they fuck. Know that I’m doing the same to you.”

Auren let out a broken sound that wasn’t quite a moan, wasn’t quite a sob.

“That’s it. My beautiful sea-sprite. My prince.”

Auren was shaking so hard now Ulric was half-carrying him, holding his hips steady as he drove into him, the slap of skin against skin lost in the riotous noise of the theater.

“Is this what you wanted?” Ulric demanded. “To be filled? To be claimed?”

“Yes,” Auren gasped. “Yes, gods—Ulric, don’t stop?—”

“You’re mine,” Ulric growled against his ear. “I’ll fill you, spriteling. I’ll spill myself deep inside you and you’ll keep it. ”

Auren cried out wordlessly, back arching, fingers clawing at the wooden railing.

Ulric felt the finish racing toward him, felt it building in his spine, coiling at the base of his cock. He reached around and grabbed Auren’s dripping length, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” Ulric demanded. “Now, Auren. Now. ”

Auren came with a choked cry, spilling hot and thick across the floor, his whole body spasming in Ulric’s arms.

The sudden, tight clenching of Auren’s body was too much.

Through clenched teeth, Ulric drove in until his hips met Auren’s ass and spilled inside him, wave after wave of thick, molten release. He ground in deep, locking them together, shaking from the force of it.

For a few stunned seconds, there was only the sound of their panting.

Then—

A hush. The sensuous music had stopped, as had the sound of slapping bodies. Ulric lifted his head blearily, just in time to see the stage performers, still panting, staring at them from below.

A long moment.

Then they burst into raucous laughter and applause.

“Oh, Poseidon fuck me,” Ulric groaned, yanking the velvet curtains closed.

Auren, already sliding to the floor in a heap of exhausted limbs and ruined bliss, laughed breathlessly.

“You outperformed the performers,” he teased, voice hoarse and delighted.

He curled into the cushions scattered across the floor, utterly wrecked, utterly beautiful, slick with sweat and leaking Ulric’s release.

Ulric crawled after him, hauling him into his arms, pressing kisses into the damp fall of his hair. Ulric was in love with a prince of the sea. How had he ever lived without this? How was he supposed to let it go now, when it was all he had ever wanted?

As he cradled Auren against his chest, Ulric felt the clock ticking in his bones. The gods would come for him soon. But after holding his beloved like this, he would meet them smiling. And as Auren’s breath grew even and Ulric held him, he whispered a silent prayer.

“Let me stay like this.

Let me have this moment.

But if I must vanish… let it be here. With you.

With love.

With the salt of your kiss still on my lips.

All I ask, my darling, is that you ? —

Drown me Gently.”