Page 14 of Fey Empire (Fey Lords #5)

Chapter thirteen

T his light in Selwyn’s library is excellent, and this window seat is super comfy. I have found my new favourite spot. I could happily spend hours here drawing. As I have done so for most of today.

Hopefully, I can get a few more sketches in before the light fades. It is going to be sunset soon.

“You have some skill,” Selwyn’s deep voice rumbles behind me. Appearing out of nowhere.

I jump, and my pencil snaps in two. I catch the broken piece before it falls.

“Oh no!” I gasp.

“The drawing can be fixed, yes?” Selwyn asks.

I glance down at my sketchbook. There is a dark squiggle that can probably be erased.

“Yes,” I sigh sadly. “But this was my last pencil.”

I wonder if it could be taped together?

Selwyn steps closer, and I automatically look up at him. He has a strange look on his face.

“I need you to attend an event with me,” he says. “Today.”

“Of course,” I reply smoothly.

I am his consort. We are newly wed. It is not surprising that he needs to be seen with me .

“Do I need to change?”

His eyes rake over me. “No”

My skin prickles. I feel as if I am heating up.

He offers his arm. Oh. The event is happening right now. Carefully, I tuck the two halves of my pencil into my sketchbook, and place it on the window seat next to me. Then, I give Selwyn a smile as I place my arm in his and get to my feet.

His touch is a sensation that rushes through me.

His arm is warm and strong. I can feel his muscles through the linen of his billowing shirt.

I can also feel something that I cannot name.

A tingling awareness of him that sets my blood on fire.

I don’t think it is his magic. Whatever it is, it’s alluring.

It’s making me want to press all of myself against him in order to feel more of it.

He leads me through the hallways of the fey court while I battle to banish this peculiar feeling.

We arrive at a medium-sized room. Half of the space is occupied by a round table that seats thirteen. Eleven of the seats are taken by fey nobles in court robes. They all stand and bow to Selwyn as we enter.

He nods in acknowledgment and seats me beside him. I keep my head down and do my best to look demure.

Conversation starts. Reports and updates. Oh, this is a business meeting. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.

I continue to listen out of idle curiosity.

A lot of the terms and jargon go over my head, but I soon piece enough together.

They are talking about energy supplies for the human population.

It seems that before the invasion, Britain bought most of its electricity and gas from overseas.

The fey don't seem to like this arrangement and are working on ways to make Britain energy independent.

Wow. I guess I never considered how conquering a land would involve such boring, mundane planning as this. It is certainly making it seem a lot less glamorous.

The meeting drones on. I allow my mind to wander. I’m not sure why Selwyn needed to bring me. Possibly it’s simply because he hasn’t been seen with me yet and people are starting to talk.

My stomach twists. He hasn’t been seen with me because I burst into tears and spent the first day of our married life hiding in his brother’s rooms. Oh heavens. I am such a terrible consort.

My thoughts are scattered by a parade of neatly liveried servants entering the meeting room with silver trays of wine, cheese and cold meats. The refreshments are efficiently laid out and the servants leave.

The conversation has turned to small talk and gentle gossip. I guess this is an official break.

Selwyn slides a small plate towards me. I pick up a piece of cheese and nibble on it.

The doors open again, and this time, two scantily clad humans walk in. A man and a woman. A slow drumbeat sounds out from somewhere, and the humans start to dance. Gliding over each other very intimately. The hands begin to caress each other.

I nearly choke on my cheese as their hands start doing… things. I grab a glass of wine and gulp it down to wash the cheese down.

Oh my. Mother did say the fey were fond of public sex. I just wasn’t expecting it at a business meeting .

I keep my gaze carefully averted. But it soon becomes clear it is not enough to avoid attention. Several of the fey keep glancing away from the performing humans to give me lascivious looks.

Ice settles in my stomach. Sweet goddess. Is that why Selwyn brought me here? Is he going to show me off? Demonstrate his new possession? Place me in the middle of the performers?

I reach for the wine again, but my hand is shaking too much. I’ll only spill it everywhere. So I snatch my hand back and place it under the table to hide my shaking.

Selwyn stiffens beside me, but I have no idea why.

“Your consort is very pretty, Your Highness,” drawls one of the fey.

“He is,” agrees Selwyn calmly.

My stomach flips all the way over. Please don’t let me throw up everywhere. That would be an unsurvivable humiliation. It would be even worse than having to perform something sexual in front of all these people.

Selwyn’s hand burns on my shoulder. He pushes down. Oh. I understand what he wants. Relief washes over me so intensely it makes me feel giddy.

I slide down and sit on the floor under the table. The white tablecloth reaches to the thick carpet. It’s quiet under here. Private. There are no eyes on me. I can breathe a little easier. Even the drumbeat sounds fainter.

It’s like a little tent. I am alone in here, with only a circle of robe-covered shins, and booted feet.

I catch my breath and pull myself together. I’m not down here for a reprieve, or to escape attention. I’m here to do my duty. Selwyn is granting me privacy, nothing more .

I crawl over to Selwyn’s spread legs. Thank heavens he is wearing soft brown trousers today. I know how to manage those.

I kneel between Selwyn’s thighs and begin undoing the buttons of his fly. His legs tense. As if he is surprised by my action. Did he think I’d be difficult and refuse? Have I really given him such a poor impression?

Well, fellatio is something I have been very well trained in. And under the table is private enough to quell any nerves. This is another opportunity to show him that I am capable of being a good consort.

His erect cock bobs free. It is still an impressive sight even though I have seen it before. Just looking at it is causing a strange sensation to coil in my belly. It feels like when I placed my arm in his.

Is this… desire? Is this what desire feels like?

I swallow thickly. Good consorts obey. They submit. They do not desire.

But there is no time to dwell on my failings. I have work to do.

I stick out my tongue and give Selwyn’s cock a long, slow lick.

All the way from base to tip. Warm, clean, saltiness floods my mouth.

Oh heavens, that tastes delicious. The way his cock throbbed and twitched at my touch was immensely gratifying.

This is a thousand times better than sucking on silicone.

I lick again. Saliva pools. My eyes roll back. Instincts surge up to guide me along with my training. My thoughts drift far away. I’m licking, sucking, slurping. Feasting and worshiping.

I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. The ache in my jaw is exquisite. The weight of him pushing down my tongue is divine. A soft moan escapes me. Selwyn shudders.

I wonder if he will allow me to do this every morning, instead of a handjob? I wouldn’t mind that at all.

I continue to suck and swallow around him.

His fingers run through my hair, stopping when they meet the top of the plait he gave me. He repeats the movement, warm fingers running over my scalp. Gentle. Careful. Tender.

Another moan escapes me even though my mouth is stuffed full of him. His hips move. Just a little. Just enough to push himself a little deeper into my throat and unleash a whole new wave of bliss.

I don’t know if he wants me to bring him to completion in front of his friends. So I’ll just keep on doing what I am doing. He can guide me if he wants a faster pace.

Magic tingles over me. A soft brush. It tightens my silk robes. Oh sweet goddess, how did I not realise how very hard I am? I hope it goes down before I have to walk out of here.

My silks move and I gasp around Selwyn’s cock.

He is using magic to caress me. His magic is rubbing my own silks up and down my hard, leaking length.

Sensation blooms. Ecstasy ignites. I hollow my cheeks and suck. My hips thrust. The silks continue to slide.

Everything feels so damn good. I’m floating in a sea of rapture. Everything is pleasure.

Out of nowhere, my orgasm spills over. My hips dance frantically.

My throat tightens around Selwyn’s cock as I gurgle my way through an intense peak.

Bright colours explode in my mind. Selwyn’s cock throbs and then he is spilling his seed down my throat.

I try to swallow it all, but there is a lot and I’m not very practiced at this bit.

It dribbles down my chin and onto my neck.

He tugs gently on my hair, so I release him. My lungs are working hard as I tuck him back away and do up his fly.

My head is spinning with euphoria. I feel light and floaty. Even though my jaw aches and I can feel an echo of him in the back of my throat.

Wow. Fellatio can be enjoyable for the giver and not only the receiver? I never knew. This is quite the revelation.

I pick up the hem of my robe and try to rub the cum off my chin. I think someone said fey produce a lot, so maybe I haven’t done too badly for my first time.

Lord knows what state my hair is in.

As for my robes, well, I’m not even going to think about that.

I go to move, but Selwyn puts his hand on my shoulder and holds me in place. Okay, staying down here is just fine by me. He probably doesn’t want his friends to see me like this.

I settle by his legs. Tentatively, I rest my head on his thigh. He doesn’t push me off.

I let out a big sigh. A feeling of peace washes over me. My eyes flutter closed. It is warm and comfy down here, and I haven’t had a good night's sleep in forever, so it is no wonder I’m sleepy. But I must not fall asleep. That would be improper.

I try to open my eyes, but a dream rises up and claims me.

My body sags. It is so nice to finally sleep.