“Yes,” Vasil agreed, then shook his head and sighed. “I still can’t believe this has been going on right under my nose, that they were able to get away with this for so long.”
Vasil felt the weight of the Keepers’ crimes and blamed himself for not intervening sooner. To their credit, they made sure their bad actions were kept secret, hiding in the abandoned mines, punishing their people for the slightest infractions. Instilling fear and helplessness in the hearts of their followers and captives alike.
“The important thing we must do is to make sure it never happens again,” I told him. His shoulders were tense with worry, so I gave him a light massage, trying to work out the kinks and knots that had accumulated in the past few days. I knew what might relieve his stress, but I wasn’t going to add any more tasks to his plate. Vasil let out a deep groan of appreciation and patted my hand.
“Thank you, Cedrych. Just knowing I have you in my corner is a great relief.”
“I’ll always be here to support you, my lord. Your parents would be very proud of the way you’re handling this.” I gestured to the life-sized sculpture of his parents with a fledgling Lord Vasil between them. The sculpture must have been commissioned shortly before his parents’ death. Both their hands rested lightly on his shoulders, and he looked serious even then, as if knowing the future responsibility that awaited him.
“I hope so,” Vasil said, gazing up at them with tenderness. “I do feel more settled in my spirit now that the culprit behind their murder has been discovered. I only wish it hadn’t taken me so long. But there is one good outcome in all of this.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You.” He stood and swept me into his arms, claiming me with a searing kiss, one that stoked the fire within and ignited my urge to submit to him, to obey. “I know that look in your eyes, fair prince,” Vasil said with a knowing smile.
“Really, my lord? And what does it say?” I asked innocently.
“It says you want to be caged and restrained, put on your hands and knees and made to beg. Do you think you could beg for me, my darling prince?”
My wings buzzed at the thought of it and my cock stirred to life. “My lord, how can you suggest such provocative things in front of my future in-laws?” I nodded to the statue.
He chuckled and bowed in deference to his parents, “My apologies, my dear parents, for my crude behavior. You see, it is the prince who inspires my more hedonistic tendencies. Oh, what’s that?” Vasil tilted his head as if listening. “Yes, I agree the fae prince needs constant discipline.”
“They said no such thing,” I argued. “WhatIheard them say is that the prince needs constantspoiling.”
Vasil smiled, “Well, that is also true, but the spoiling comes after, you know.”
My throat went dry, and I had no further rebuttal, only anticipation for what my lord and Master had in store for me.
Vasil took my hand and led me away, telling a nearby guard that we’d be indisposed for the next few hours and should not be disturbed.
As it turned out, I beggedverywell.
We werein Vasil’s study a few weeks later. I was on my knees, warming my lord’s cock while he looked over our revised bedsport contract. Now that we’d had some time to experiment, there were some amendments to be made and new things to try. As for myself, I focused on the unique flavor and texture of one of my most cherished playthings. Tracing his throbbing vein with my tongue, my only job was to ensure that my lord’s royal member was comfortable and warm inside my mouth. I took my duty seriously, for pleasing my lord, pleased me.
My concentration was interrupted by a knock on the study door. Vasil’s hand covered the crown of my head, a silent order to stay. His massive wooden desk hid me from view, so I gave him a nice long pull to demonstrate my obedience. He groaned deeply and muttered, “Brat,” with affection before turning his attention to the door.
“You may enter,” Vasil said. His deep, commanding voice sent a quiet thrill through me. To be on the receiving end of that voice was a sensual delight.
“Lord Vasil, I bring with me a message from Queen Gwyneth of Emrallt Valley,” said a voice I didn’t recognize, though I could place their accent; this messenger was fae.
“Yes, what is it?” my lord asked, somewhat impatient for he didn’t like our alone time to be disturbed.
“There’s been an amendment to the Treaty of the Realms, which requires your signature to be ratified. The queen would like to announce it publicly during your wedding banquet at Crystal Castle.”
“What the devil?” Vasil remarked. I heard the shuffling of papers and then, “You may wait outside,” he said to the messenger without getting up. “Please close the door.”
I waited, quietly nursing Vasil’s cock while the man himself was silent, presumably reading.
“Cedrych,” he said at last and leaned back to peer under the desk at me.
“Mmmmm,” I murmured, unwilling to be thwarted from my very important task.
“Did you do this?” he questioned. I gazed up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. He pinched my cheeks to release the suction from his cock, then hooked his hands under my armpits and sat me on his desk in front of him. I took him in, pitched back in his throne-like chair with a look of suspicion. Buttoned up everywhere except for his trousers, which were still undone with that gorgeous beast laid out and glistening for all to see. My mouth watered. I wanted the weight of him back on my tongue.
“Explain yourself,” he commanded, and my attention was now drawn to his burning black eyes. It took me another moment to remember myself, not as Vasil’s devoted submissive but as his betrothed and royal match. I glanced at the paperwork, having some idea already what it said, for I was the one to orchestrate it.
“There is not much to explain, my lord. You’ve earned it. This title is your birthright, far too long denied.”
