Mabon keeps working them. My cock is throbbing now. My hips give a little thrust. Lust is burning through my veins. My mind has given up on coherent thoughts.
Suddenly, everything stops. My eyes snap open. I didn’t even realise I had closed them or thrown my head back. I bite back my murmur of protest.
Mabon stands by the bed. His amethyst eyes are sparkling bright. His hand flows down to his slender waist, and he pulls at something. I watch transfixed as all his silken robes fall in a cascade down his body. A waterfall in shades of purple, that leaves him as naked as I am.
I force a swallow down my throat. His skin is pale and smooth, some shade between white and lilac. It glimmers softly. As if he is adorned with glittery body paint.
His nipples are lavender. And pierced with silver rings. Silver rings that are threaded with extremely delicate silver chains. The chains run down his body, over his surfboard flat stomach, where they loop through a belly button piercing. Two chainsbecome one, and it continues down, and down, all the way to a ring that pierces the end of his cock.
His very erect cock. I suck in a shaky breath and try to prise my tongue from the roof of my mouth.
Mabon visibly preens at whatever he sees in my eyes. Then his gaze rakes over me. Down and down to my cock, which is standing to attention.
His wet and pointed tongue runs over his lips. “Well, hello there! Aren’t you just a treasure?”
“Are…are you talking to my cock?” I wheeze.
“Ssh!” Mabon says as he waves a dismissive hand at me.
He bends and leans in closer to my cock. “You’re just lovely, aren’t you? Nice and fat, as well as long. And just look at that curve! Perfection!”
This cannot be happening. I refuse to believe it.
“I think you and I are going to be very good friends,” Mabon says, to my dick.
He really is talking to my dick. And I’m not hating it anywhere near as much as I should be.
Mabon claps his hands together in what looks like glee. “I think I’ll name you Mister Dinky.”
“Hey!” I splutter in sudden outrage.
Mabon’s purple eyes flick up to my face. “What?”
“My cock is not small! You just said so!”
“Dinky doesn’t mean small.”
“Yes it does!”
“No, it means cute.”
“It does not!” I exclaim.
What am I doing? Why am I arguing with my crazy fey captor over what he calls my cock? What is wrong with me?
Mabon waves his hand dismissively at me again. “Whatever. The translator gets it wrong sometimes.”
All I can do is stare at him, but he has turned his attention back to my cock.
“I’m going to ride you now, Mister Dinky. Won’t that feel nice?”
Then, with a predatory grace, he climbs onto the bed and before I know what is happening, he is straddling me. His eyes are hooded and dark. He reaches behind himself and grabs a hold of my cock.
Oh god. It’s really happening. I’ve never had sex with a man before. Mabon is incredibly gorgeous, but he is still my captor, my enemy. I’m still chained to this bed.
“Please don’t,” I whimper.
Mabon freezes. His head tilts.
