I turn the shower off and wrap myself in a luxurious towel. I should really sort my hair out, but I can’t face dealing with it right now.
I step into the bedchamber and freeze. Llywelyn is on the bed. Naked. On his knees with his head down. Hugging a pillow, with his ass in the air.
As I stare in dumbfounded shock, he whimpers and arches his back, pushing his ass out even more. His puckered pink hole is on full display. Glistening with some kind of lube.
“Llywelyn?” I say, even though it is damn clear what he wants.
“Need you,” he mumbles, almost incoherently.
My heart sinks. I knew this wasn’t a kinky surprise. I have more brain cells than that. Nevertheless, I’m still bitterly disappointed. A straightforward, kinky surprise would have been lovely.
I step cautiously towards the bed. An incredible scent reaches my nose. Whatever perfume or cologne Llywelyn has doused himself in is amazing.
Gently, I reach out and touch his back. He is burning up, and he shudders at my touch. Carefully, I roll him over. He blinks up at me through his tousled hair that has fallen into his eyes. I brush it back. His golden eyes are all hazy and unfocussed.
“Are you drunk?” I ask.
He shakes his head. I can’t smell any alcohol on his breath.
“Been smoking hookah?” I say.
He shakes his head again.
I frown. “So, what is wrong with you?”
He winces, drops my gaze, and attempts to shrug. His cheeks are flushed. He is definitely not right. Is there a fey sickness that makes you horny? That doesn’t seem likely.
“Could you have been drugged?” I ask.
Llywelyn stares up at me and blinks slowly. “Dyfri wouldn’t.”
My eyebrows rise. My thoughts hadn’t gone to Dyfri. I’d been thinking of Prys. But this very well could be Dyfri’s revenge for not helping him escape Prys. My throat tightens. Unless Dyfri does know the awful truth after all.
Slipping Llywelyn an aphrodisiac and turning him into a shameless cock-slut would be a fitting vengeance.
“I can detect poisons,” mumbles Llywelyn.
Oh, I didn’t know that included the non-fatal kind, but that does make sense. Okay, that rules out Dyfri and any kind of revenge.
“Just horny,” whines Llywelyn as he lifts his hips up towards me.
His golden eyes are blazing. The soft, low lighting in the bedroom is catching his high cheekbones and all the stunning angles of his face. He is not displaying his horns, but the tips of his pale pointed ears are peeking through his shimmering hair. His skin is like snow and his lips are a cotton candy pink.
He is beautiful. Celestial. Otherworldly. Like a fallen angel. A fallen angel who wants me. A sun god lying beneath me, desperate for my cock.
I lick my lips. I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist this. I already know how earth-shattering having sex with him is. I know exactly what I’d be missing out on if I said no. And I don’t want to say no. I want more. I want him. I want to slide my cock into his tight hole and watch him squirm.
I think those morals I was worrying about earlier, have given up. They saw there was no hope for me and they shrivelled and died.
Either that, or my cock has seized control of the decision making.
I let the towel around my waist fall. I get onto the bed and position myself between Llywelyn’s spread legs. I’ve seen his lubed up hole. He has prepared himself for me. I don’t need to wait. I can sheath myself in him right now.
He lets out an impatient, needy whimper. My cock throbs in response. Arousal burns my last functional brain cell away.
I line my cock up to his hole, and my hips push forward. He gasps and throws his head back. His body opens for me and I slide easily into his tight heat. My aching cock is surrounded by his soft flesh. I groan in delight. Fuck, that feels good. He really is burning with some kind of fever. I can feel it around my cock. Intense heat. Copious lube. It is a heady combination.
His hips start to move. I’m still trying to catch my breath, and I was giving him time to adjust. But apparently he is too impatient for that. His hips thrust up and then slam down. Up and down. Again and again. Fucking himself on my cock while I hold still above him.
