Page 28 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

“It’ll fit. You’ll take it, Cedrych. All of it. And you’ll love it.” His confidence was astonishing and yet, I believed him. He caressed his member lovingly, elegant fingers teasing the dome of his cockhead and dancing along the branching vein. His slit oozed with precum and dripped like honeycomb.

“Won’t you?” he said, but I’d lost the thread of the conversation.

“Won’t I, what?” I asked, blinking with confusion.

“Won’t you take it all and thank me for it?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, hypnotized by his every word. “Thank you in advance for the gift of your bounty.”

“Receiving requires you to be relaxed, Cedrych. Are you?” He probed me with his fingers and I tightened up immediately.

“Deep breaths,” he said, and my erratic breathing slowly settled, even more so when Vasil placed his other hand over my heart.

“That’s better. Look at me. The cage stays on for now. ”

“I hate it,” I said with sudden venom.

“Do you hate it enough to halt me?” he asked carefully.

“No, but I swear, if you don’t let me come–”

“Making threats now, brat?” he asked haughtily and tweaked one clamped nipple.

I grunted with impatience but didn’t apologize. As if to goad me further, he said, “Good boys earn their release. Are you going to be good for me, Cedrych?”

Something about that phrase, good boy, turned me into putty in his hands. “Yes, sir. I’ll be so good for you,” I assured him though to be fair, I’d agree to just about anything to have him inside me.

“Your obedience now doesn’t cancel out your earlier misbehavior. You will be punished tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Vasil dragged me down by my hips, pulling my body taut, then hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and positioned himself carefully. “Remember to breathe,” he said and then his conquest began.

When my second set of wings first came in, they were way too tight in their protective sheathing.

They ached for weeks and no tincture or salve could help ease the slow burn of their emergence.

Like cutting teeth, the sensation of my lord filling me felt similar.

He was slow to advance, but the sheer size of him was sobering.

I ached and burned and felt every pulse of pain as my lord impaled me.

“Goddess,” I said, praying for her guidance.

“That’s it, precious boy, make room for your master. I can feel your resistance.” Vasil’s arms hooked underneath my shoulders, cradling me in a close embrace. “Such a tight fit, you are a rebellious spirit through and through.”

“Please don’t stop,” I murmured, half-delirious from his slow, precise penetration.

“I won’t stop until your channel is coated with my seed. I plan to watch it drip out of you, see it streaked across your ass cheeks as you walk across the room, and smell it on your skin.”

“Will the others know?” I asked because my body was willing but my pride was stubborn.

“Yes,” he murmured and kissed my temple. “They’ll all know I fucked you, but only you will know how good it felt.”

“Will they think less of me for it?” I asked, old fears resurfacing despite my best effort.

“Everyone loyal to me wants me to have heirs. The fact that you could possibly provide them will only raise your esteem in their eyes.”

“So, I’m just a breeder then,” I asked, insulted at the hypothetical insinuation.

“No, you’re a stud. My stallion to take out of the stable and fuck as I please.

” He pressed his lips against my betrothal bite, sending a fresh wave of arousal cascading through me.

It both excited and calmed me at the same time.

I imagined myself in a more permanent state, being bound and caged by the lord until he felt like having me again.

“I’m almost there now,” Vasil said. “A few more deep breaths and then the good part begins. Can you take it, my tough, manly prince?”

“Keep talking,” I said because it helped distract me from the pain. I’d swear he was drawing this out for his own pleasure.

“Think of a beautiful beach along the Shimmering Sea, lying in the warm sand with your naked body being caressed by the sun’s rays. The ocean waves tickling your feet as you slip into a dreamstate. That’s it, Cedrych, make yourself supple for me.”

“But you’re averse to sunlight,” I said wondering where Vasil fit in this sensual landscape.

“I have an umbrella, sweet prince, as all half-vampyre do when visiting the southern reaches. And I have an ice cube too, and I’m running it along your beautiful chest, tempting your nipples to harden.”

With Vasil now included in the fantasy, I melted underneath him, my wrists going slack in his manacles, my skin slippery with sweat.

My hole, having surrendered to his relentless plunder, was now sucking him inside instead of trying to force him out.

I gave a small cry of triumph as he bottomed out and held me there, open and aching.

“There,” he whispered. “The siege is over. How’s that?”

“It’s…” Annihilating, all-encompassing, mind-erasing. “It’s good.”

“Let’s see if we can make it great. Now, for your reward,” Vasil said and he finally spelled away the cage.

My cock was slow to respond, conditioned by the thorn pricks of the cage, but with a few slow thrusts by Vasil, my cock swelled impressively, so sensitive that even the softest brush of skin felt like the burn of a brand.

“Poor thing,” Vasil said with mock sympathy and took hold of my shaft at the root, squeezing gently. His hand, already slick with oil, was a soothing balm, but I didn’t trust it to last.

“Oh, Goddess, I’m close,” I warned, already shaking from the mounting tension.

“Yes, I know,” he murmured.

He thrust into me just once more while squeezing my prick tightly. My toes curled as my whole body seized. My long-awaited orgasm hit me in wave after wave of pleasure as I bucked and spurted thick ropes of cum all over my chest.

“That was one,” he said with satisfaction and licked between my pecs. He collected my seed with his clever tongue, then deposited it into my mouth. “Swallow,” he commanded and I sucked it down obediently. “Good boy. Can you taste how fast you came?”

“Hey,” I said sullenly and Vasil rewarded me with a leisurely, wet kiss.

He adjusted our positioning and pumped his hips a few times, getting deeper, causing my thighs to shudder and my channel to quiver around the ruthless invader.

The sensation was almost too much now that I’d spilled, but some part of me liked that too.

“I know you’re sensitive right now, but I intend to keep fucking you,” he said, a little breathless himself.

“Yes, my lord,” I answered, giving him explicit permission to fulfill his desire.

“It may be unpleasant, at least until you harden again.”

“If it pleases you,” I said.

“It does please me.” He smiled and left a trail of kisses down my throat.

He tugged on the chain between my clamped nipples, then repositioned himself so that he could sit back and watch his prick slowly thrust into me.

Every brush of his cockhead against my sensitive gland felt like a match to sandpaper.

I couldn’t help but twist and groan from the sensation.

Vasil held onto me tightly, reminding me that the only way out of this was to halt him.

“Does it hurt?” Vasil asked as his gaze devoured me.

“Not exactly,” I said because that wasn’t the right word for it. That I would endure this discomfort clearly aroused him, which in turn, excited me. “I want it,” I said, stopping short of begging him to use me again. I would, if I must. I’d left my dignity at the door.

“Every bit of you is a feast, my fae prince.” He leaned forward and anchored his mouth to his bite without breaking the skin. I wanted that too. My appetite was voracious.

“I thought you meant to fuck me, my lord,” I said, for his delay was driving me mad.

“Keep it up,” he said with a dark chuckle and finally picked up the pace.

With every thrust, the sensation altered, from unbearable oversensitivity to a dull numbness to warm comfort, and finally, to an aching, searing pleasure.

My cock swelled again and pointed stiffly between us.

Vasil didn’t move to touch me, and my hands were bound, so I could only raise my hips to try and get some sweaty friction against my cock.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

“You are eager,” Vasil said with a deep, contented rumble. “You take my cock so well, Cedrych. Like you were trained to do it. Are you sure I’m your first?”

“Yes, my lord. First and only.”

“Mmmmm,” he purred with satisfaction and fucked me in a bruising rhythm. I craved his touch–the pain, the authority, the way he paid attention, thwarting my desires only to give it back to me tenfold. Bound and spread, there was nothing I must do but submit to him.

“Please,” I said, without knowing what I was asking for.

“You’re a very good boy, Cedrych, so sweet and obedient. And I want to see you come again. Give it all to me, one more time, Your Highness, I won’t last much longer.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I said, for it was all so overwhelming.

“You can,” he assured me. He ripped away the nipple clamps with one savage pull.

A shooting pain lanced through me, and I practically levitated from the bedding.

Without even touching my cock, my orgasm built slowly, a tidal wave of sensation.

My channel clenched around his cock like a hand on a sword’s grip–at once comfortable and familiar.

My climax was different this time, deeper and full-bodied, and I came as he’d commanded, dribbling a steady stream of seed.

Vasil gave me a serious sort of look, as he locked onto me and held on. His shuddering release followed my own–quiet, contemplative. We were suspended in time, together yet separate, perfect in our pleasure.

Finally he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and starved for breath.

My body hummed with lightness and air. The deep ache would surely follow and I looked forward to that too.

The chains restraining my arms were spelled away, and Vasil massaged my wrists and fingers, increasing the blood flow to my hands.

His cock lay soft inside me like a sleeping giant.

I liked having him there, even without fucking, and I suspected he did too.

Eventually my arms found their way around his back where my fingers softly stroked.

What of mine belonged to him? Muscle, blood, skin, and bone?

Surely that meant parts of him belonged to me too–his attention, his desire, his patience, and tender aftercare.

I felt altered somehow, as though a piece of me now belonged to him and forever would.

“Vasil?” I murmured, when it seemed he was at the edge of slumber.

“Hmmm?” he said, not bothering to shift in the slightest.

“That was...” Words seemed inadequate. He’d remade me into someone different, which was both scary and exhilarating. The person who’d submitted to Lord Vasil was the person I’d always been on some level, had been waiting to fully become. But to admit that to him?

He paused while I worked through it, his silence weighty with intent and then at last he said, “Yes, it was.”

Somehow, he knew.