22
Willow
Keeper had overseen the replacement of the furniture, and the cross and its related implements were stored away once more. Soon, the rest of my House would be in order. I’d have an obedient human assassin as my servant and lover, and someday soon, he’d be rewarded with his obedient faithfulness by becoming my consort once this Mayhem was concluded. The two floors below me would be transformed in a mere few days, the top of this building becoming a keep in its own right. The day I reached my majority, I’d not need a regent under the rules. I’d be bound only by the rules of the Realm, nothing else in my way. Nothing but the Queen and her prince consort, if they still lived.
I walked over to the mirror on the wall, tracing out my notice of acceptance to the Guild of Masons, flashing my seal at the mirror. I watched the reflection shimmer, taking the message along with it. That done, I went downstairs to go speak to Captain Glade, to let him know the agreement had been reached while also checking up on how recruitment and weapons purchases were going.
“Great,” he said. “I’ll let Beech know. She’s excited about the move. Recruitment numbers are coming along great, we’re up to thirty experienced warriors and have twenty-seven due to report at the end of the week for training at the arena. We’ve booked mornings from an hour after dawn for training, every morning, and two nights a week after dark.”
It sounded good.
“When are you presenting him to the court?” Glade asked.
“I’m going to take him to visit Puzzle first, see how he gets on in a smaller social setting. If that goes well, I’ll petition to present him for professional recognition the following week.”
“She’ll ask him for a test,” he warned.
“And I have just the target,” I replied.
Glade grunted, giving me a look that said he hoped I knew what the hell I was doing. I did. The Queen would demand he file a target with the Assassin’s Guild, who oversaw all of the tests. The target would be secret until they confirmed he’d killed them using the skills of a trained assassin. That it would be one of the two targets I needed to be taken down to bring my plan to fruition was a bonus.
“I need to go to the bank,” I said. “The amount the masons want to be paid needs to be authorized in person.”
“You have a personal guard now,” he said, stopping me. “You need to be seen using them at all times.”
He was right, of course.
“Sergeant Larch and Corporal Hawthorne are on your daytime detail this week.”
I looked them up and down as they came to stand before me. They were close enough in age to myself that I wouldn’t feel babysat. That they were more than skilled enough to take on any threat, I had no doubt. Neither Glade nor Ash would accept anyone subpar into the regular ranks, nevermind my personal guard.
“Come on, then, let’s go. I have a boy upstairs I need to fuck.”
The chuckled at that and followed along behind me, keeping out of my way. At the bubble station, I found a bonus to having armed guards. People moved out of my way, letting us go on ahead. Thanks to that, we got to the bank and back without wasting any time. Deciding I had time to see about purchasing a ready-made carriage, I went to go look for one. I didn’t want anything too flashy, but it had to be of high enough quality to show my status as one of the nobility. I found one at the third showroom, and for a handful of extra rubies and sapphires, the dwarf who owned the place agreed to sell me the floor model and paint my coat of arms upon the door.
“You’re going to need a driver,” Larch said as we left the dealership.
“Crimini knows how,” Hawthorne added. “He used t help his father with the family cab business before he enlisted.”
“I’ll speak to the captain about him,” I replied. I much preferred to keep positions within the circle of fae already found to be trustworthy. “He’ll know anyone else who might do, as well.”
“True, that,” Hawthorne agreed. “I wouldn’t mind learning.”
I would suggest that. It wouldn’t hurt for my personal guard to be able to drive my carriage, in case it was ever needed. One never knew what might come up and it was best to have all possible avenues covered.
My errands done, we returned home where I found Ghost curled up in his cage, nude, looking miserable.
“Come on out,” I said, opening his cage. He moved to obey without hesitation, but not without some stiffness he couldn’t hide. He managed to roll up to his knees, bowed his head, and placed his hands together behind his back. This was more like it. This was how it should be between us. “Good lad,” I praised him. “Turn around and let me see your asshole.”
He turned without a word, bracing himself with one arm that shook with the barest of tremors, using his free hand to part his ass cheeks. I knelt down behind him, batting his hand away. He moved it to help hold himself up while I took both of my own hands and pulled his cheeks apart, revealing a pink, swollen hole. I wanted to fuck it, but he was being so very, very good. I decided to reward him by not adding to his pain. I leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his rosette. He gasped in surprise. I proceeded to lick, kiss, suck, and nibble his hole. When I tired of that, I pointed my tongue and accompanied by his moans of arousal and pleading whispers, I tongue fucked him, snaking one arm around his waist to pin him in place as he began to rock back into me demanding more.
I reached my other hand around and began to jack him. His ravaged throat tried to utter more pleas and cries of passion as he writhed beneath me. He stiffened suddenly, a gargled cry erupting from him as his cock shot his load. I gently lowered him onto the floor, ten, careful to roll him away from the mess. I gave him a moment to come to his senses, then grinned down at him. Standing up, I undid my trousers, rolling them down my hips far enough that I could free my cock from the confines of my underwear easily. I held my prick in my hand, holding it out for him. I grinned. “My turn,” I said. He whimpered as he got back onto his knees, but opened his mouth obediently. I slid into his wet heat, slamming into the back of his mouth, not stopping until I bumped into the back of his throat. I held his head tightly with one hand, fisting his hair within my grip as I pistoned in and out. Tears ran down his face letting me know his raw throat must be in agony, but that was entirely his fault, so he could take this. I fucked his face furiously, not stopping until I shot my load down his throat. Letting him go, I looked at him expectantly, one eyebrow arched. He took the hint, leaning forward to lick my cock clean before tucking me back in and refastening my pants.
“Good,” I said. “Now, follow me to the living room. You can keep my cock warm while I explain a few things to you.”
