The warmth of the fire dims, and I open my eyes. Rhydian is standing in front of me, silhouetted by the flames. I blink. Did I fall asleep? How long has he been standing there?
His face is all shadows, so I can’t tell what he is thinking. Not that I can at the best of times. He is a secretive bastard.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he rumbles.
“It’s so late, it is probably officially classed as early morning, and you are only just coming to bed,” I point out.
He tilts his head up and I can see his frown in the flickering firelight.
“And you had that bad news about Iestyn,” I add. Nevermind awkward revelations of fondness for me. I’m never bringing that up. Ever. I’m not stupid.
Something warm and heavy hits me lightly in the chest before settling on the furs beside me. Did this bastard just throw something at me?
I snatch the item up and examine it in the dim light. It reminds me of a cucumber, but carved from smooth rock, no, it’s crystal. Rose quartz, I think. It’s pink anyway. Heavy, with some slightly raised wriggly lines along its length. Oh! They are veins! This is a dildo!
Oh my! I’m blushing all over, I just know I am. My first instinct is to drop it, but I don’t. Along with the surprise, my body is flooding with a dark and deep arousal. So Idon’t drop the dildo, instead I wrap my hand around it and look up at Rhydian with my best seductive look.
I can’t see his expression. But I can see him slowly reach up and, ever so slowly, draw the gauzy drapes of the fourposter bed shut. I swallow and my cock throbs in its bag. Damn Rhydian, how does he make closing curtains look so sexy?
He is kneeling on the bed now, at my feet. The bed drapes are thin enough that I can still see a hazy outline of the fire, dancing around his imposing shadow. A horned creature from myth in my bed.
“Use it,” he says softly.
I stare up at him. I lick my lips. I roll onto my back. Why oh why did I ever confess to using toys on myself?
“I can’t just shove it in. That won’t feel good,” I explain.
He frowns.
“I usually play with my cock first,” I try to clarify.
Maybe he will take this blasted cockbag off and I’ll get to see my poor cock again. I’ve pretty much forgotten what it looks like.
He moves gracefully. Slowly. As if he has all the time in the world. He leans towards me. His long pale hair falls forward, only one simple braid twists around his head, the rest of his glorious hair is free. Firelight flickers through the thin cotton shift he is wearing, showing me a teasing hint of sculpted muscles on a firm chest. I’d give anything to see him naked, I suddenly realise.
Wait a minute, where is he going?
My heart flutters frantically against my rib cage. I’m dizzy. God knows what my guts are doing. Some strange clenching and twisting thing.
Rhydian lowers and lowers. His warm breath dances over my stomach like a soft caress. His lips brush over the silk imprisoning my cock. Is this really happening?
Suddenly, hot, wet heat engulfs my cock. My back arches, a cry tears out of my soul. I’m in Rhydian’s mouth. The bastard hasn’t taken off the bag, but I can still feel everything. Suction. Pressure. Toe-curling heat. Brain-numbing wetness.
The silk of the bag is wet now, and the added sensation is destroying me. My hips are demanding to lift off the bed. They have the audacity to want to fuck a prince’s face.
Oh, my god. My hands scramble for purchase. Anything to hold on to. They land on Rhydian’s horns and squeeze tightly. A low, low rumble pours out of Rhydian. It sounds like a growl. Deep and primal. Not angry. Appreciative. How my mind can interpret a growl, I have no idea. But I know I’m right.
He sucks me even deeper into his mouth. I’m hitting the back of his throat now. Soft flesh bumping the head of my swollen cock. My hands twist on his antlers and he growls again. A perfect feedback loop.
My skin is alight with pleasure. Ecstasy is flowing in my veins. My mind is amongst the stars.
The fire crackles. The furs beneath me are soft. Rhydian’s scent is filling me. Forest and moss. The deep, dark and ancient, hidden places of the world. His antlers are warm and smooth. They seem to vibrate and heat under my touch.
It doesn’t feel as if I am in London anymore. I’m far, far away in another world. I’m no longer a call handler, I’m the plaything of a fey prince. Life has changed so very much. I thinkI like it.
Rhydian’s tongue swirls over my slit. I cry out. Pleasure is coiling and building low in my gut. A volcano about to erupt from all the built up pressure.
