“I don’t want Tristan as an enemy,” says Selwyn.
Thank fuck for that. I’ll take fear and self-interest over morals any day. Whatever works in my favour is just fine by me.
“He hates us anyway!” snips Llywelyn. “They all do!”
Selwyn sighs. “A good reason not to make it any worse.”
The next thing I hear is the bedroom door opening and closing. I risk a peek out of the blankets. The princes have left. I am all alone in a dark and strange bedroom.
I shiver and burrow under the blankets again. My head is pounding. I can feel my heart beating. Is it really magicthat is making me feel like this? Did Tristan really do this to me? Meddle with my magic and break me?
Tears start to roll down my cheeks and I don’t have the energy to stop them. I don’t have the strength to do anything. All I can do is lie here and suffer, and hope that one way or another, that this all ends soon.
I’m burning up. I’m going to combust into a giant fireball and incinerate everything in the vicinity. I should at least be feeling gleeful about that, but I’m not. All I am feeling is hot and scared. Hot, scared, and horny. It is a bewildering combination. I think someone whispered that my body knows what it needs to feel better, and that was why I am so horny, but fuck knows if that really happened. I’ve completely lost my grip on time and reality. I’ve entered a fever dream state of colour and heat and yearning.
It needs to end. I want it to end. Please let it end.
Suddenly, something cool and firm is pressing against my back. The angles and plains of a manly chest. Cold against my fire.
It is Tristan. He came. He is here.
A terrible sob escapes my throat, and I press myself backwards against him. I am lost, and he is my home. My light in the dark.
“I’ve got you, Nisny,” he rumbles.
My muscles sag as my body relaxes. I am sobbing and shuddering, but I am no longer scared. My prince is here.
Tristan’s cold hand slides over my bare hip. I have no idea when I got naked, but I am so happy that I am.
His strong, icy fingers wrap around my swollen, weeping cock, and I cry out. Oh my fucking stars, does that feel good.
His hand slides up and down my shaft. My body is spasming. I’m yowling like an animal in pain, and then, just like that, bliss explodes within me. A huge, earth-shaking, universe-shattering orgasm detonates deep in my core. Pleasure and pent up pressure flood my veins and set my nerve endings alight. Glowing, iridescent magic untangles itself from my soul and soars to freedom.
Holy hells. That feels so much better. Like jumping into an ice bath with sunburn.
I’m wheezing and gasping and trembling, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve fallen far past shame and embarrassment.
“Sweet little Nisny,” Tristan rumbles in my ear. “Would you like another one?”
An awful noise mewls its way out of my throat. My head bobs in a frantic nod. Oh lord, do I want another. It was incredible and I want more.
Tristan doesn’t chuckle. He doesn’t mock. He simply starts working my cock again. Confident yet gentle strokes. Exquisite sensation. This man knows exactly what he is doing. He knows how to work a cock, and it is wonderful.
Now I’m even more messy than before. Twisting. Whining. Writhing. All frantic, hungry and needy. I have to go again. There is more inside of me that has to be released. He needs to get me there. Now. I don’t want to wait.
His hand slides up to my tip and his thumb brushes over my slit and presses down, and that’s it. That’s done thetrick. My whole body is jerking like I’m possessed and cum is spurting out of my cock and all over his hand. I can feel another wave of magic whooshing out of me and it feels so good.
I’m panting now and so very dizzy. The ecstasy is retreating, but his hand is still on my cock, gently squeezing.
“I’m sorry, little Nisny, but you need to give me one more. I don’t want to leave a drop of magic in you.”
I whimper, but it turns into a gasp of pleasure as his free hand cups my balls. Holy smokes. He rolls my sack gently in his hand while his other dances along my cock. Okay, maybe shooting one more load won’t be so bad.
My cock swells back to full mast, frighteningly fast. It seems even quicker than when he had me over his lap. If I had any remaining doubts about my fey ancestry, they’ve just been squashed, because that refractory period would be unnatural for a human, I’m sure.
He strokes and strokes and I swell and swell. He gently squeezes my balls, then he releases them. His hand drifts lower. I feel his thumb pressing against my hole. Wide and fat and exactly what I need. He pushes into me, stuffing me with pressure. Entering me. And just like that, I’m gone.
Screaming, clenching, and bucking my way through my third orgasm. I’m being electrocuted with joy and euphoria and it is rolling on and on, and just when I think it is never going to end, everything fades to black.
