Natural Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  Caledon gave them ten minutes to come up with additional questions and came to stand next to Seldon.

  “The guy asking all the questions is Jerry Marvil,” Seldon whispered.

  “A true leader,” Caledon commented, nodding.

  “I forgot how hot you are when you’re in charge.”

  Caledon bit his lip, grinning. “Are you saying you’re hungry?”

  “Isn’t that obvious?”

  Caledon grabbed Seldon’s crotch and squeezed, and they definitely got the attention of the humans. “Yeah, that’s obvious.” Caledon’s eyes darkened. “But you’re going to have to restrain yourself for a few more minutes.”

  “You’re just teasing me. You just fed.”

  “I did.” Caledon looked at the coffee crew. “Any of you gentlemen feed on men?”

  “Me, My Lord,” Master Seldon said.

  Caledon looked at Seldon. “I dose you, you dose him, I watch.”

  “Evil Lord.” Seldon looked at his name-brother. “Hope you’re hungry, Master Seldon.”

  The blue-eyed grinned. “I will feed you either way, My Lord.”

  “Have you written down your questions?” Caledon asked the humans and let go of Seldon’s crotch.

  Master Seldon came to stand next to Seldon, and they listened to the questions from the humans, one being about the titles.

  “Master Seldon, what is your surname?”

  “Echleo-nil, My Lord.”

  Seldon laughed.

  “And Lord Seldon,” Caledon asked, grinning. “What is your surname?”

  “The same, Lord Caledon. No family relation, though.”

  Caledon smiled, looking at the humans. “Considering the amount of Cubi you will be in contact with, it is for their benefit that you remember our titles because they may know several by that name, even surname, but they will know which ones are in contact with you if you mention title as well. Understood?” The humans acknowledged that they had. “Thank you for your time. If more questions should arise or you find yourself needing something, please contact Master Seldon, blue-eyes. His number is in the material you’ve been given. Should you need to contact Lord Seldon, green growing into his purple, his number is also listed. Now, Mr. Jerry Marvil?”

  “Yes, sir—uhm, sorry…Lord?”

  “Please give Lord Seldon your number before leaving.”

  “Yes, Lord.”

  People got up and left, Jerry taking the time to scribble something on a card, thus exiting last while holding out the card for Seldon to take. “Here you go, son…uhm, Lord.”

  Seldon laughed, putting his hand on Jerry’s shoulder. “Thank you, Jerry.” Son. He actually liked it.

  Mr. Bale stopped by them and handed Seldon his business card, too.

  “Thank you,” Seldon said, shoving it into his back pocket along with Jerry’s.

  “Thank you for the enlightening lecture.”

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Bale.”

  Mr. Bale left and went straight to his office on the other side of the hall. Seldon grinned because the guy was going to get an earful of feeding, then. That was if Master Seldon was a moaner, of course. He hoped he was. The red-eye and Mingler began clearing the table while Seldon guided the Master to the desk. He’d hoped to fuck Caledon on it, but his name-brother was going to be one hot meal, too.

  “You have just shy of half an hour,” Caledon said, looking at his phone.

  “Why? I don’t have a meeting for another three.”

  “The Cubi coming in are early.”

  Seldon smiled. Gloradin was on that bus. Seldon smiled at getting a chance to surprise his son, so he dove in and dosed the Master orally. Master Seldon groaned and rubbed against Seldon’s leg, grabbed his crotch and massaged him through the fabric. Seldon wasn’t dosed yet and more practically orientated, so he pushed the Master’s hand away and made short work with his pants and dress shirt.

  “Fight that dose, Master,” Caledon said.

  “Yeah.” Master Seldon tried to keep his hands to himself while Seldon got his own clothes out of the way. It was a quick feeding and undressing fully while feeding in public was never something neither he nor most other Cubi ever did. He’d left the Master’s pants around his ankles while he found a pack of lube. Third drawer down. A fantasy started forming.

  “What do you need to teach Daniel?”

  “Daniel?” Caledon asked.

  “Yes. Mr. Naughty Teacher type with hot glasses who has a whole classroom.” Seldon pointed around.

  Caledon gasped, lighting up. “Oh, naughty muse!”

  “Please,” Master Seldon whimpered, shivering.

  Seldon looked at his name-brother, and something Daniel had said or at least hinted at on several occasions came back to him. Daniel fed on someone else at least once a day—he had to in order to empower his people—and he always sought to make them feel special. Master Seldon fed above his rank as was always the norm. Daniel wanted everyone to feel good about feeding someone. Seldon could do that, too. He could at least give the Cubus his full attention.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  After Daniel and Caledon had fed, Daniel spent an hour with Aaron while Marcadon had four doses sucked out of him by two Guard Lords. Daniel then left Aaron with Marcadon and left the Royal Quarters with at least one Guard cloaked. He knew someone was since the door to the Grand Hall had paused in closing behind him when he left. He still had trouble remembering to not actually close doors behind him so that his Guards could follow. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do outside his quarters, though, but he needed to get out and think. To walk and move. Seldon was working with the human helpers, and apparently, he’d run into trouble since he’d called upon Caledon’s assistance. Daniel would leave them to it and stay clear.

  So many things had happened the past few days, and he still felt odd about having actually given the orders to have humans collected. Had he gone insane? Or did he finally live up to his potential? Had he found his place in the Cubi world?

  Ahead, a red-eye turned the corner, not looking up from his papers. Then he dropped them all, and sank to his knees with a sigh, looking defeated.

  Daniel made sure his eyes were red when he knelt across from the Incubus to help him gather the papers.

  “Thanks, man!” the red-eye said, sounding relieved. Daniel recognized some of all the papers. Playground opening party with a question mark behind it was new, though. The rest were specks, and upon gracing the red-eyes hands, Daniel felt them calloused like he was a handy worker. They looked huge and strong, and Daniel found his hands strangely beautiful. He’d never had a thing for hands or body parts of that nature. He’d looked at Seldon’s hands and thought them big, but that was because they really hurt when getting spanked. This red-eye’s hands looked to be used to create, and there was something beautiful about that.

  “Are you building a playground?” Daniel held up one of the specs.

  “Yes, our Prince is making a special one. He’ll be there, I’ve heard.” The red-eye smiled.

  “Why are you stressed?”

  “It’s nothing, thanks for this.” The red-eye stood, taking the stack Daniel had managed to scrape together.

  “Wait, please. What stresses you? Can I help?”

  “Don’t you have other duties to attend to?”

  “Just finished.”

  The red-eye smiled. “Well, we’re doing this after hours, too. They say it’s special to him. Do you know anything about logging inventory?”

  Daniel grinned because running the store after Bill’s death had let him get pretty good at that. “Yup!”

  “Well, come on, then.” The red-eye showed the way. “I’m Scott, by the way.”

  “Mecla?”

  “Yup. Collected in nineteen oh seven.”

  “Oh, wow. I’m Daniel.”

  “Mecla, as well, then.”

  “Yeah, no, I’m a Halfling. My mom’s human, Dad’s a Lord.”
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br />   “Oh. Most get a Cubi name upon arriving here.”

  “Seldon.” He couldn’t very well tell Scott his real name, so he left it at a fib. “Where are we going?”

  “To a warehouse. Humans came in today to help fix up the Great House here. I think lots of Cubi are coming for the coronation. Either way, all the stuff we had delivered and gathered for the playground has been moved here and there, and I have to find it all before we can begin building it. Plan was to start tomorrow, but if I can’t get it all lined up, we can’t start on schedule and have it done in time for the coronation.”

  Daniel felt grateful for the ones going out of their way to see his project through, and he reminded himself he’d better figure out a way of showing them. Scott continued letting Daniel in on everything as he followed to a storage room that looked like it had been filled in haste and with no care whether that the next person could find anything or not.

  “Jesus, what a mess.”

  “Now do you see why I’m stressed?”

  “Absolutely, so…divide and conquer or do we just start getting it all out of here?”

  “Let’s get it out. We need to begin tomorrow morning, unless we’re asked to help the humans out.”

  “The humans are paid for doing their job, right?”

  Scott chuckled. “Still. You never know.”

  Oh, Daniel knew all right. He knew for sure that the playground was going up before his coronation due to diligent Cubi. But he also knew they had to prioritize getting the Great House ready. But maybe there was a way.

  “So you’re thinking that if we get it all out there and ready, you won’t get pulled for another extra job until it’s seen through.”

  Scott grinned. “That’s an excellent idea! Let’s do that.”

  Daniel laughed and went into the big room. Only problem was that the material had to weigh a ton. “How do we lift it out?”

  “When did your eyes change?”

  Three weeks ago wasn’t a viable answer since three weeks wouldn’t give the full iris that Daniel was finally sporting.

  “In other words, try?” Daniel grabbed the end of a beam and lifted, surprised that it didn’t weigh more.

  “Good.” Scott grabbed the other end. “Look, a cart.”

  Daniel looked around and found the kind they had at the store for heavy duty material. They put the beam down again. Since he’d been able to lift the beam, he tried grabbing the cart and lifting it, surprised when he was able to lift it clean off the floor. It was too big to easily handle, though, but he managed to get it somewhat over the mess in its way. Scott grabbed the other end, and they placed it out front before filling it and pushing it to where the playground was to be.

  Someone had already flattened the area and put sand there.

  Daniel liked working with the red-eye. He was focused, structured, and knew exactly where he wanted things. While he looked at the schematics and pointed to where the play equipment went, Daniel hauled the stuff around and placed it where Scott directed. But one thing was missing, though.

  “Should I go see if I can find the bolts and brackets?”

  “Oh, yeah. Good thinking, cub.”

  “Do you have a parts list?”

  “Right here.” Scott handed it to Daniel who took it and pushed the cart back to the storage. He looked in all the boxes near the area they’d found the materials.

  Guard Lord Afdon stepped out of camouflage two feet from him. “Are you getting hungry, My Prince?”

  “Yeah. I was thinking I’d empower Scott. Why? Are you?”

  “I am. I will arrange for my replacement. Shall I see if I can find the one who moved all this to find out where the rest is?”

  Daniel chuckled. “If you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t mind, My Prince.” Afdon stepped back behind the camouflage, and Daniel continued looking for boxes, finally finding eight out of ten. He put them on the cart and opened the boxes to make sure that the re-taped boxes actually held what the label said.

  Scott sauntered over, still looking through his papers.

  “Do you always work alone?” Daniel asked.

  “No, but my usual wingman was asked to help set up the throne room.”

  Five more days and Daniel would be crowned. Five more days and the playground would be his first official initiation. It was fitting that Daniel helped Scott out. Plus, it helped keep his sudden bursts of nerves under control.

  Scott put his papers down, smiling. “Man, I can’t wait to see the Prince. How about you?”

  “It’s going to be an exciting day, that’s for sure.”

  “Yeah. A monarch. I was born here in the States, but I always thought a Royal family was something interesting and…I don’t know, something to be proud of, you know?”

  “No, I never thought about it like that.”

  “Hope you do now.”

  “Well, a Cubi Royal is different. They’re for their people, not just someone waving funnily when being taken through town in a horse pulled carriage made of gold.”

  Scott laughed. “There’s that.” He looked at his watch. “We might have to postpone finding the last material. I need to feed soon and find whoever moved all this stuff around.”

  “I can do that.”

  Scott took a seat on the cart. “Who do you work under?”

  Daniel plopped down next to him. “Right now, you.”

  “You haven’t been placed yet?”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not starting my full schedule until after the coronation.”

  “Well, in that case, feel free to come and give me a hand tomorrow, and you definitely get to find the rest of this, then.” Scott handed Daniel three pieces of paper with the list of all they had and needed, neatly marked with a red pen.

  “I need to feed, too. How about you just feed on me?”

  Scott grinned, turning to face Daniel. He caressed his cheek. “However much I find you attractive, cub, I feed on women.”

  “You can still feed on me. I’m a verse.”

  Scott’s grin fell, and he looked confused. Daniel focused on letting the gold step forward without wooing the Incubus.

  Scott jerked and pushed himself off the cart to sit on his knees in front of Daniel, bowing his head. “Oh, shit…I’m so sorry, I didn’t…I was rude.”

  “Scott, you weren’t rude. You treated me as any other red-eye, and you’re a very respectful Incubus to be around. I enjoy working with you. Please, stand.” Daniel stood, too, and Scott got up and shuffled his feet. “And I’d like to empower you.”

  “Thank you, My Prince.” He looked like he had a question.

  “What?” Daniel asked.

  “Why did you hide your eyes with me?”

  “To see my Kingdom unfiltered. And you’re right, this playground is special to me. Thank you for taking personal time to help me with it.”

  Scott blushed.

  “Now, may I empower you?”

  “Yes, My Prince. Thank you.”

  Daniel looked around, and it was the least feeding friendly place around. No lube in sight. “Where should we go?”

  “Here?”

  “No lube, unless…” Daniel looked around. “Unless my Guard has some.”

  Guard Lord Levidon stepped out of camouflage while rummaging in his pocket. He pulled out two packets. “I will mind the door, My Prince, so you may empower in private as you prefer.”

  “Thank you, Guard Lord.”

  Levidon dipped his head and walked to the door.

  “Never had sweaty workshop sex,” Daniel said, grinning. “I kinda like that idea with you.”

  The red-eye blushed harder, and Daniel found him adorable. He stepped closer and ran his hands up his chest, liking that he was his own size. The curve of his upper lip made Daniel want to follow it with his tongue, so he indulged to test out the Cubus he was with.

  A soft sigh escaped Scott, and he darted his tongue out to meet Daniel’s and pulled him closer. “Haven’t been with a man since I w
as classified.”

  “Do you view yourself as straight?” Daniel asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Can you be patient under a strong dose?”

  “How strong?”

  Daniel chuckled. “Strong enough to do more than tickle a Lord.”

  “Oh, shit. I don’t know.”

  Daniel took the chance since he had Levidon with him, and out the corner of his eye, he saw the Guard Lord standing by the still partially open door to the storage room. He dove in for a kiss and released a dose, knowing that anything could be a Cubus’ want or need when dosed by a Royal. Elakdon had proved that back at Daniel’s house.

  Scott groaned and pulled Daniel closer, planting hungry kisses down his neck while pulling at his clothes. Once his hands got under Daniel’s shirt, the calloused hands felt raw in an exhilarating way. A need to be filled rushed over Daniel, and mental images of how Scott would look fucking him among the tools made Daniel’s cock jump.

  Scott lifted Daniel up, and he closed his legs around the Incubus’ waist. He was then carried to a small worktable further back in the room, and Scott cleared it with a sweeping motion, the clattering of tools and eagerness making Daniel even hornier.

  Getting settled on the still slightly cluttered workspace wasn’t easy since Scott was more focused on getting their pants off. As soon as Daniel’s were down his thighs, Scott plunged his mouth onto Daniel’s cock, making him cry out. The sound of fabric tearing followed, but Daniel didn’t care—he was too focused on the mouth on his cock and the sound of a pack of lube being opened. A slick finger pushed into him a moment later. Then two. Nope, Scott wasn’t patient, but he was paced enough for Daniel to enjoy the stretch.

  Scott moved up to position himself, and Daniel grabbed the back of his neck to lock gazes with him. An expression of pure bliss crossed Scott’s face as he penetrated in one long and slow thrust, and Daniel let his head fall back, banging it on the edge of the work table. Scott set a measured pace, and damn if he didn’t know a hip-roll that ignited every inch he touched inside Daniel.