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SHEER CRUELTY

BONUS

Loch

I didn't exaggerate when I said we, the folk, are easily bored. My sister's not been alive long enough to realize that yet, I suppose. That's the only excuse I have for the game I played last night. The one I'm still playing now.

That, and the fact that someone ought to play with Caenan. He's far too high-strung.

"Oh, let me help with that."

"No need," the man grunts, though he's having a hard time bending over in his reinforced suit.

Ignoring him, I get on my knees in front of him and tie his shoelace.

"She was delicious, the mortal," I tell him, looking up. "In case you wondered. I think they're slightly warmer than the folk inside. And those tits. I could have sucked those tits for days ."

I see the boot flying in my direction in plenty of time to block it, and laugh. Far too fun to play with.

"Come on, my friend. It's all good fun. You could have had her with very little effort."

It's not that the girl is easy, exactly. Not any more or less than most mortals, often seduced by the folk. But she was dying for a distraction.

"She's the high queen's sister."

"And I'm the high queen's brother," I counter. "I don't think Darina will mind. Oh, she'll tell me not to hurt her, and blah blah blah, but let's face it, I'm not lying to her, or pretending I care. This is only a game."

I see the punch, too, but it comes too fast. I chuckle as it collides; it's been a while since I’ve taken a hit like that.

As I said. He's entertaining.

Caenan's either too young or too naive to have thought to hide his obvious admiration, even fascination for the curvy little thing. He practically has stars in his eyes every time he looks at her. It was just too tempting to have her first. I'll likely be tempted into having her again, too. Until he cracks.

Because it's fun, in more ways than one.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my sleeve, leaving a trail of blood there, black as night, void of iron.

"What do you want?" Caenan bites out, staring at me like he has to restrain himself from killing me.

"Whatever for, the girl? It's not like I own her." I tilt my head. "Yet."

I probably could. I didn't try to seduce her earlier; not truly. Not her mind. I just gave her the release she was desperate for after the fucked-up days she’s had. But there's no denying that I could make her love me. Mortals are ever so easy for the likes of me.

"What do you want to leave her alone?" he expounds. "She won't survive you."

"That, unfortunately, is the nature of mortals. They die fast."

By the look in his eye, I'm a second away from another punch if I keep pushing. I get to my feet, done with his shoelaces, and lean in.

"I won't need to fuck her if I'm too busy fucking you, though. And you look like far more fun."

In truth, I want to see him come undone, all that haughty, restive pride blasted inside out.

Caenan rolls his eyes. But he's not an idiot, so he also opens his breaches. He won't get a better offer from me. I rarely bother to deal in anything as simple as a little bit of sex.

"Best get back on your knees, then, princeling."

I glance down to his cock, large though it's soft, and grasp it in my fist. "Oh, I think not. I think it's time you learn to take it."

I don't doubt for one moment he's the kind of boy to always be on top. And in truth, with men, I usually prefer to be the one being stuffed. But I don't want to fuck him as much as I want to play with him. To distract myself from the fact that I haven't slept in days, and I'll have to stay overly vigilant with all the snakes of the court until at least tomorrow.

Caenan narrows his eyes, but as my fist slowly pumps him, he sighs, and nods once.

"And then, you’ll keep your hands off Rachel?"

I consider my answer. "Yes, unless she begs me for it. I can never resist a little desperation. Hence why I want you."

He rolls his eyes and slaps my hand off his cock before getting to his knees, opening my pants to free my cock. It's getting far more action than I expected today.

Caenan's mouth stays shallow, clearly not used to blowing, so I grasp a fistful of his long dark hair and lead him up and down my shaft.

"If you can't get the job done with your mouth, I'll have to take your ass instead," I tell him.

Needless to say, he's more enthusiastic afterwards, taking as much as he can, tongue darting out.

"Good boy," I praise him.

In truth, he's average, but I do enjoy a little humiliation.

I bring my hands to my balls, palming them, and sway my hips to get the job done. It doesn't take long before I paint his pretty face with cum.

I'm nice, and don't stain his clothes. He just got dressed after all.

"Happy now?" he grunts.

"Considerably happier, yes." I bring my arm around his shoulder. "And as I'm in a lovely mood, I'll help with your mortal, too. You gotta get her to notice you, my good friend. You can't just stand nearby and hover and hope she'll see you."

"I am not taking dating advice from you."

"Why not? I fucked your girl."

"I hate you," he retorts.

"People keep telling me that today for some reason," I muse.

"Just today? Now that’s a surprise.”