However, that logic doesn’t necessarily extend to protecting me from what happened to the blond boy.
A shiver dances along my skin.
To be fair, Llywelyn did not allow me to be used for entertainment in that way. But then again, no one requested it. Not that I heard.
Was that because Llywelyn is a resyn and they can’t talk to him to ask his permission? If he wasn’t and they’d asked, would he have said yes?
Sickening images flash through my mind. Llywelyn’s gleeful expression as he watched the atrocity taking place in the pit. His eyes glowing with a dark joy.
My stomach tries to heave.
Beside me, Llywelyn rolls over. He curls up into a tiny ball and whimpers start spilling from him.
Good. This is a vast improvement on him sleeping soundly. I’m glad he has a conscience to plague him. He deserves to suffer, and it is a glimmer of hope that he is not completely devoid of a soul.
I lie in the dark and listen to his whimpers grow in intensity. They are the only sound in the bedroom and they are impossible to ignore.
My teeth grind. For fuck’s sake.
I give him a sharp kick. He jerks, lets out a soft little yelp. Then his breathing settles and he falls quiet. Leaving me awake in the dark.
I sigh heavily. It’s going to be a long, long night.
Ablast of cold air jolts me awake. Wow, it seems I did finally fall asleep. Sunlight is peeking around the edges of the curtains. It’s morning, I made it through the night.
I blink and roll over to face Llywelyn. His head is turned towards me and his amber eyes are open and are staring at me intently. It is quite clear that he just yanked the covers off both of us.
He is lying on his back, and his nightgown is gently tented.
I scowl at him, but he merely raises a condescending eyebrow in return. The arrogance on his face is enough to make me want to punch him.
Instead, I attempt a calming breath. I need to consider the options, and sadly, none of them involve punching the prince.
Okay, what are the facts? One, fey can’t masturbate. Two, pets normally take care of that and I was briefed that it could be part of the mission. Three, if I refuse, he will molest Tae.
So that leaves me with three solutions. Either fucking the prince again, letting him fuck me, or giving him a hand job. Because allowing him to assault anybody is not an option.
My eyes narrow. Hand job it is.
Scowling intensely, I lift up his nightgown. The little shit smirks and settles back against his perfectly white pillow. Like the spoilt, pampered prince he is.
I snatch my gaze away from his face before I do something stupid. But what I see instead is his half-naked body.
Long shapely legs. Flat and toned stomach. Hips that curve almost androgenously. And a pretty pale cock, all swollen and leaking. It is on the smaller side but oh so perfectly formed. Uncut and juttingup from a completely hairless groin. His balls are small and a cute rosy pink. I’m still not convinced by my new hairless look, but oh boy, does it work on him.
He is beautiful. Perfect. Stunning.
His incredible ass is not a fluke. His entire body is gorgeous. It is utterly infuriating.
My fingers wrap around the base of his little cock, and it twitches under my touch. I lick my lips. It is on the tip of my tongue to ask for lube, but I bite the words back. I don’t want to make this any more pleasurable for him than it needs to be. He is getting a dry, functional wank, and that’s it.
I give him a long, slow stroke. My pride won’t allow me to make this too terrible. Part of me wants to give him the best hand job of his life. Blow his mind. Carve myself into his soul so he never forgets me and compares all his future lovers to me and finds them lacking.
I take in a deep breath through my nose. There is no need to be deeply competitive about everything. The Agency shrinks are always warning me about that flaw.
I stroke Llywelyn again. He is a warm, satin weight in my hand. I tighten my grip. He swells against my palm. My heart picks up pace. The world has shrunk. All that exists is this bed. Llywelyn lying beneath me, his cock in my hand.
My hand moves again. I twist over his tip and gather his slick precum. I smear it slowly all the way down his length. His cock hardens. Satisfaction blooms in my chest. It seems fey are not so different to humans. At least not in this regard.
