“My seed is coming, Geoff,” Iwarned.
Geoff pulled me closer so that his nose buried in my hair, and my cock was deeper down his throat. He swallowed quickly to accommodate the amount of cum I unloaded. Heavy, abundant loads of seed was a benefit to being a hybrid. Geoff could not seem to get enough of my thick seed that I shot down his throat. When I was done, I took another step back so Geoff could brace his hands on the floor to steady himself from the fucking that Edwin was still givinghim.
“You…should…definitely…enter…the Queen’s…pageant,” Geoff panted as he was rammed frombehind.
“You are different, for sure,” Edwin added moments before he came inGeoff.
I was different. This, I knew. And Queen Octavia would see ittoo.
The days leading up to the pageant and festival, I busied myself with work at the apothecary and meeting with the security man for Queen Octavia. In the evenings, I went to the pub with Geoff and Edwin. When we would get back to their place, I would play with them some. I enjoyed watching the alpha do whatever I would tell him to do. We had an unspoken chain that almost effortlessly fell into place; I was the alpha over Geoff, and Geoff was Edwin’salpha.
It was a day before the festival, and the security man for the castle had sent a runner for me. He wanted to meet with me again. The runner indicated that Klyn had said we could meet at a place of my choosing. I elected to meet at the pub this evening after work. I ran the entire way home after work to change my clothes before meeting with Klyn. I wanted to make a good impression and not smell or look like I had been around the sick and dying all day. Just before leaving work, I took the sins of an older man with a lung ailment. Being able to go home, change, and wash my face gave me a few moments toregroup.
When I arrived at the pub, Klyn was already there. He stood from a corner table and held his hand up to show me where he wasseated.
“Hello, Klyn,” I greeted and clasped his outstretched hand before we satdown.
“Good evening, River,” Klyn returned thegreeting.
I ordered an ale to mirror his and leaned back in my chair, open for whatever he wanted to discuss. I knew he was most likely assessing me, which was fine. He had a queen toprotect.
“Did you have a long day at work?” he casuallyasked.
“Yes,” I confirmed and reached for myale.
Suddenly, I was nervous that Klyn could see death on my face. Or worse, death’sdemons.
“It was a very busy day,” Iadded.
His gaze met mine, and neither of us looked away for a few moments. It was not an uncomfortable silence, though. I could not help but notice how exhausted he looked, and when he yawned, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to speakup.
“It looks like perhaps you have had a long day, too,” I commented and laughedlightly.
Klyn covered his mouth with the back of his hand, curled up in a fist. He nodded andchuckled.
“Yes, it would appear so. Forgive me,” he said and took a sip of hisale.
A ruckus outside that was just beyond our table by the window caught our attention. We looked outside at a group of boys hollering and cheering as one knocked an object between two benches. Klyn laughed as he watched the boysoutside.
“I suppose it is that time of year,” Klyn mused and glanced at me to see if I knew what he referenced. When I looked lost, he continued. “As the weather turns nice, the boys can be outside longer. So after most of their chores are done, they flock to areas between shops and play thegame.”
“Ah,” I said and leaned forward on the table to get a better glance of theboys.
“Did you play something similar as a boy?” Klynasked.
I shook my head and continued towatch.
“No. We did not have this.”This did not exist hundreds of years ago for Merc and me.“What is the object?” Iasked.
“They move two benches into opposite places,” Klyn pointed to each bench. “Everything between and around the two benches is the playing field. The boys split into two equal teams, and the object is to work with the boys on your team to get the object between the other team’s bench posts,” Klynexplained.
“How do they move? What are the stipulations for scoring? And what kind of object is it?” Iinquired.
“The boys move around and pass the object to one another. When one boy collects, or catches it, they can take two steps and then they must pass it to another teammate.” We watched in silence for a moment, and when a boy from what appeared to be on the other team caught the object, play began advancing in the other direction. “Ah, see,” Klyn pointed at the boy who caught the object. “His team just took over because he stole theobject.”
“I get it,” I said as I watched the game. “What are they playing with?” I asked again and looked atKlyn.
I was taken aback by the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. Had they been there when I arrived? His eyes followed the object around until he said, “It appears that they are playing with a stale loaf of bread. Probably one that they found that was to be tossedout.”
