I pointed the staff with a crystal bauble on the end that either was or looked a lot like the one I’d taken from him during my initial interrogation. I’d been standing there with it on the ground but aimed ahead of me, like I was about to lead an expedition into the wild unknown.
“Maybe,” he said with a grin.
I shook my head and laid the staff on the ground before carefully stepping out of the snow at my feet so that there was only the one set of footprints. I shook my arms out and then did a few squats.
“I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to stand still for so long,” I said as he walked over.
Today, Flurry was wearing a long gown that dragged behind him by a couple feet. It was silky and a soft blueish-silver color, and he had on a fur shawl that was very white and fluffy across his shoulders. I wasn’t sure which part of him Iwanted to pet more.
He held out a hand to me. “Then perhaps you should sit down.”
I grinned at him curiously and took his hand to let him lead me over to one of the chairs under the window. He was being weirdly formal while also asking Delyse to give us some privacy. Was he planning—Oh.
Flurry stood in front of me and opened his gown from neck to ankle, revealing his beautiful naked body. I licked my lips and reached for him, but he held my hands, kissed both palms, and then set them on my thighs as he knelt between my legs. A shiver of anticipation went through me as he smirked at me and started untying the ribbon holding the codpiece over my cock.
“Remember how that’s tied,” I cautioned him, “because Delyse’s probably already sketched it in just so.”
“You think she’s unaware of my plan to debauch you right now?”
Debauch me… I chuckled. “I guess not.”
He set the cover aside and leaned in to kiss the head of my cock. “Perhaps I’ll make you a crown.”
“Sh-should I wear a crown?” I ran my fingers through the fur covering his shoulders as he licked at my dick from base to tip.
“Of course you can. I want you to,” he said before he took me into his mouth and sucked.
I moaned as I petted the soft fur and watched him bob up and down. I noticed his arm moving like he stroked himself at the same time and loved knowing he enjoyed this that much.
“Fuck, Flurry, you’re so beautiful. Look at you.” I slidmy hands under his clothes and caressed the back of his neck and his shoulders. The strange texture of his skin on my hands and the way his spiky hair poked my abs reminded me over and over that he wasn’t human but he wanted me anyway. A gorgeous, complicated fae prince, and he was mine.
I touched him, watched him, listened to his little sounds of pleasure, and gave myself over to the ecstasy building inside me. When he had me writhing in my seat, panting for breath, and moaning with every exhale, I tried to warn him. He didn’t stop sucking and then he was moaning as I came in his perfect mouth. The way he swallowed had me twitching because it was like he wasn’t going to let a single drop escape him.
And when he sat back, eyes hooded and swollen lips parted, I got to watch him come in his hand. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “So beautiful,” I whispered as I stared into his eyes.
He sat back on his heels, and I slouched in the chair as he…did something with?—
“No! Flurry, you can’t!”
He was fashioning a crown from his cum! I tried to bat it out of his hands, but he twisted away with a laugh and stood up. Gown open to continue revealing his athletic form, one shoulder of that fur trim slipping low, and his face gently flushed, he looked like a sexy imp as he kept molding his fricking cum into a damn crown.
“Flurry, I swear to god, Icannotwear that. I mean, maybe for you, in private, but not for the portrait. We’d both know exactly what it was every time we looked at it!”
“That’s the point,” he said with a grin.
I glared at him as he set the crown on my head. It was an amazing creation, just like everything he made from snow and ice. Under other circumstances, I’d tell him it was stunning and beautiful. As it was, I just knew Delyse would mention it. Ask where it came from.
“She’s going to know.”
He shrugged and stood back to admire his work. “Why would she? It’s white as the snow. Shiny like ice. She’ll probably just assume it’s the same as everything else.”
I could feel my blush spreading over my face. “That’s how she’ll know,” I said, pointing at my cheeks that were, no doubt, blazingly pink.
Flurry giggled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Get back into position, and I’ll go get her.” He stepped back and did whatever it was that sealed his gown closed again to the point that there was hardly a seam.
“Uh, excuse me.” I pointed at the hole in my pants that let my dick and balls hang out.
He snorted and retrieved the jeweled codpiece. “Stand up. I’ll fix it.”
