25
Jase
Ididn’t get why his cousin was called Puzzle until I saw the potted trees inside and the frieze on the wall. His name was a tree, the same as the other High Fae. Well, the name he was called by, not his true name. He was called after a monkey puzzle tree, of all things.
Puzzle had mentioned to Willow that only three people and their servants were present. There was more than that, but apparently, they were low enough on the High Fae social scale that he didn’t bother counting them. And as for servants, they were quite obviously concubines, male and female. None wore a collar and leash like I did, though. I was his property and a mere fuck toy. Concubines had a social status that I didn’t. They looked at me with disdain. Fuckers.
“He’s certainly very masculine,” a redhaired fae female commented to a friend.
“He’s definitely all man, Lady Pecan,” Willow told her.
I reined myself in, tamping down tight the laughter that threatened to erupt as I caught the name. Pecan? Really? Willow even said it like my mama did- pee can.
Lord Willow made a circuit around the room, greeting people. Eyes and whispers followed as we went, the sight of an adult human brought across the Veil a novelty rarely seen or heard of. Keeper had explained it to me as I helped her in the kitchen while our master observed the masons hocus pocusing new floor layouts downstairs. Unless they stumbled across a natural fairy ring while it was open or jumped a wild rift, humans usually only came to this realm if they were part of a changeling swap. Changeling swaps were rare, she told me because once the human child had eaten here, they had to remain. Plus, the rules said the children had to be under six months old so that the human and fae parents both would be none the wiser.
This was because changeling swaps were something called a Mayhem- an act of disruption or aggression authorized under the rules as an act of retribution. Basically, someone crosses someone else, and it causes them enough grief that they can order a kidnapping. Oddly, these are carried out by the assassin’s guild. The assassin must manage to take the fae child without anyone noticing, take it across the Veil, and swap it with a look-alike human child, then bring the human child and put it into place with no one the wiser. Why do it? Because the child will grow up magicless and thus unable to hold a position of status outside of a guild unless they married into it. Magicless fae or those with limited access to magic are automatically seen as less than and are a disgrace to a High Fae family. It was a bunch of egotistical bullshit as far as I was concerned, but then this whole higher and lesser fae caste system was racist as fuck. And hello, slavery. This society was rotten down to its foundations.
Willow finally stopped and found a seat. I knelt beside him, resting my head on his knee. The hand holding my leash was on that side and he lifted his free hand to stroke my head absently while he chatted. Music began to play, and Brownies began circulating the room, offering wine and mead. The drink flowed freely, and all around me, I saw fae getting handsy with their concubines and each other. Willow was no exception, as his hand moved to toy with my nipple.
“He’s lovely,” came a deep voice. I opened an eye to peer at who was speaking. It was a richly dressed fae male with faint lines about his eyes and mouth. Heavy, elaborate rings graced his fingers.
“I like him well enough,” Willow replied. “You are alone this evening, Lord Cypress?”
“I thought to see what there was to sample. Why eat the same thing every day, eh?”
My skin crawled.
“Or be eaten by the same,” Willow laughed. “Would you like my boy to have a taste of you?”
I prayed he’d say no.
“That would be delightful.” He settled into a chair by Willow, widening his legs in invitation. Willow flattened his hand on my chest and gave me a small push, letting me know to go. I’d seen this sort of thing before in clubs, where a dom would share his sub. My job took me all kinds of places. I crawled over to where my job was sending me now, between some middle-aged fae’s legs. I reached for his trousers and pulled him out. His cock was already hard, red, and weeping precome, which I made a big show of lapping up. I swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked him in, flattening my tongue as I added suction.
“Oh, he has a talented mouth!” the geezer gushed. Thankfully, his cock was short and fat, so when he began making thrusting motions, he didn’t become a battering ram like Willow did. I relaxed my mouth and let him fuck my face until he came, swallowing him his cream when he finally exploded. Then I licked him clean and tucked him back into his pants like a good boy.
Lord Cypress licked his lips as he looked at me. “I’m terribly torn. I do wish I could have a taste of him, but I hate to ask.”
“No blood,” Willow said, his voice sternly underscoring his words.
“No, no. I just want to suck him off,” Lord Cypress replied hastily. “I’d love to ask to fuck him, but after just having come, it’ll be a while before I can go again.”
Willow tilted his head, giving him a lazy grin. “What if I fucked him while you sucked him off?”
“And what about me?” Came Puzzle’s voice from behind me. “I’m the host, do I get to play?”
“He could suck you off at the same time,” Lord Cypress suggested.
I was about to be the filling in a rather large sandwich. My traitorous cock was busy signaling its delight at the thought of getting a blow job from a guy who probably had more years of experience giving them than twice the number of years I’d even been alive. Puzzle moved to my periphery, and I saw he already had his cock out. Like Willow, his dick was long, though his was slender while Willow’s wasn’t. My mouth watered. I was quickly becoming a cock hound. I’d always loved sex but not like this. When I went for a hookup, I always talked with the guy I was picking up for a bit, bought him drinks. I only made a move if I felt some kind of connection, of attraction to the guy himself even though it was never going any farther than wham, bam, thank you, man. I didn’t even like these guys. They were just cocks and mouths while doing it or about to do it and potentially lethal traps any other time.
“Loincloth off,” Willow ordered me, and I pulled the ties on the sides, dropping it to the floor. “Get me wet,” he ordered. I turned my mouth’s attention to the dick he had out ready for me. I slobbered over it, getting it as wet as possible as I knew he meant for that to the only lube I was getting tonight. This was going to burn. “Enough,” he said. I pulled my head away with a wet pop. He held two fingers in front of my mouth. “Get them wet, too.”
I did as he asked, sucking them and soaking them with as much saliva as I could muster. “On my lap,” he said, pulling his fingers free of my mouth. I clambered up onto him, up on my knees, one leg either side of his. Without any further prep, he shoved both fingers into my hole, making me wince. It burned. I breathed out, knowing the pain would soon settle. He twisted his fingers about, then scissored them twice before pulling them free. “Turn around.”
I shifted about unclad my legs now on top of his still trousered ones, my bare back flush against his buttoned-up shirt. I lifted my hips, and he pointed his cock at my hole. Using the arms of the chair for leverage, I held myself up, then dropped down on him, plunging all the way down in one fell swoop. Fire lit my nerve endings, but I ignored it. He wanted us to put on a show, and it was vital that we did, so I raised myself up again, then lowered myself back down.
“Wait for Lord Cypress,” he chided. I paused, my master still balls deep inside me.
Lord Cypress knelt before me, taking my aching cock in his hand and licking a stripe up the sides. My eyes rolled back into my head. It felt good. Puzzle tapped my cheek with his dick. I turned my head and opened my mouth obediently, wriggling my hips and bouncing on my master as I sucked the deliciousness offered to me while enjoying the exquisitely slow torture that was Lord Cyoress’s blow job. Overwhelmed by the sensations, I moaned around Puzzle’s cock. He groaned in response to the vibration.
