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I unzipped myself, freeing my boner.

Is this what he wanted? Awesome. I’d be his thrall. Let him wrap all the chains around me and pull them tight.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, getting to my feet while stroking myself. “I’m so yours.”

Chains, chains, chains until I found the weak joint.

I laughed again, stroking myself harder.

I’d be a patient sniper waiting for the best moment to strike. Watch and learn, absorb everything until my chance lifted its head over the parapet. My blood was designed to resist him, and one day it would break his hold.

“I fucking promise,” I said, spitting on my dick for lubrication.

You’ve screwed yourself, Silvanus.

“Oh, Your Majesty,” I whispered, increasing the rhythm of my strokes. “I think you’ve made a new monster.” King Silvanus. King Silvanus.

My head was filled with King Silvanus. His hotness, his demise. That body, those eyes, that voice, his scent.

Let it all burn.

I beat my dick harder, moaning, drowning in thoughts of lust and murder. Spinning and spinning and spinning, racing toward climax.

His blood. His breath. His death.

My balls tightened, the sensation in my dick a feral vibration, a force like no orgasm I’d experienced before.

“Fuck!” I cried, ejaculating into the toilet bowl. “Fuck!”

My knees buckled under the intensity of my release. I went down, hot cum leaking over my hands. It wouldn’t stop gushing, pleasure consuming me.

I collapsed onto my back, writhing under the exquisite gratification, my heart a million drums in my chest.

Shame on me.

Shame on me.

Shame. On. Me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SILVANUS

Iheard his moaning from out here. Listened to every breath, every pant, every threat until he cried out. An aggressive sound, one to firm my cock.

Not him.

Not that elf.

I leaned on the balustrade, looking out at the vast stretch of dark water before me. It always aided my thinking, the salty air clearing my mind.

Usually.

Why had I done this? Why keep him alive when he’d killed my friend and posed a threat to me and my kin?

It was the strange song. I needed to know why it made me see those things, making my mind grip the name Lucius.

A man from my past, yes. But who?