Page 69 of Fey Dominion

“Yes, Your Highness,” I growl.

I slide my cock along his crack until I find his hole. He is closed up tight. Very tight. But I trust he knows his body better than I do. I give a gentle push. He gasps, and sure enough, he slowly opens up for me. I push harder and he spreads his legs wider.His soft flesh yields to me and I’m sinking into him. His body is submitting to mine. Allowing me entry.

It’s hard work, but quite possibly the hottest thing I have ever experienced.

“More!” he demands.

I push harder and suddenly I slip all the way in. He cries out, a guttural primal cry of surrender that is music to my ears. Sensation floods me. His body fully opened up for me. I’ve popped past his tight ring of muscle and given him all of me. He is tight and hot and being inside him feels like home.

“Fuck me!” he whines as his hands clench in the sheets.

He is such a demanding bastard. I have a good mind to deny him, to take things at my own pace. But my hips have other ideas. They snap. They rise up and slam back down.

Mabon makes a noise of pure joy. My cock stiffens even more in response.

“Again!”

I do it again. And again. Until he is wailing.

“Harder!” he commands.

I oblige.

“Faster!” he pants.

Such a bossy little prince. I like it. But I think he needs to be put in his place. I grab a fistful of his silky hair and pull hard while I thrust into him fast and deep.

His noises turn sweet. His muscles soften like jelly. Now he is drooling onto the pillow, eyes rolled back. All pliant and whimpering. Taking my cock and not giving any demands.

My heart beats faster. Lust is burning through me like fire. This feels like euphoria and conquest.

“I’ve finally figured out how to shut you up, Your Highness,” I growl.

He keens. He spasms. He clenches oh so tightly around my cock as an orgasm consumes his body. But he said he wanted several, so I keep pumping relentlessly into him.

I don’t know what has come over me. I don’t know what has awakened this dark, beastly facet of my nature. But Mabon is clearly loving it. And so am I. And right now, that is the one and only thing that matters. It’s the only thing I care about.

Mabon’s pleasure and my own. The rest of the world can burn.

Chapter twenty-nine

Awareness settles around me slowly. I’m comfortable. Warm. My body is languid and spent. I’m happy. Deeply satisfied and content.

Then I feel how scratchy the sheets are. And the musty smell of the cheap hotel room invades my nose. Reality comes crashing down. I betrayed the Resistance for Mabon and now I’m on the run with him.

And last night we had fantastic, utterly mind-blowing sex, and I’ve never been more sated. I’ve never felt this proud, elated and smug.

I groan and rub my hands over my face.

“Good morning,” says Mabon.

I open my eyes. He is sitting up in bed next to me. Gloriously naked. And arranging small items on the sheet.

I blink in confusion. Some bottle tops. A few pennies and a cheap red plastic lighter. He is arranging them and moving them around on the vaguely white sheet like a small child playing with toys.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugs. “Admiring my pretties.”