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by Hollie Hutchins


  I shake my head. “Don’t.” I reach out and cup his cheek. “You’re right, when you said I was turned on. I’ve never felt so horny in all my life. Don’t change yourself, I love you just for who you are.”

  His eyes widen, and I realise what I just said.

  A lump forms in my throat and I swallow it.

  “Are you sure?” he asks.

  I nod, confused. Is he talking about the bit where I said I loved him, or the bit where I said not to change himself? Did he not hear all of what I said? Or is he just ignoring it? “Dominate me, Sidney. I loved it. I want it again.”

  He presses his lips against mine, and his kiss is so desperate and hungry.

  Then he pulls away, and takes a deep breath.

  When he speaks again, his voice is a growl.

  “On your knees.”

  A thrill travels my spine as I obey.

  “Suck me off.”

  I release the tie on his belt, and open the fly of his trousers. His cock bounces out, nearly smacking against my cheek.

  I lick the underside of his shaft, from tip to base and back again, brushing my teeth gently against the softest of soft skin covering his rock-hard cock.

  He groans in pleasure, and in response I feel a warmth spreading through my groin, a dampness between my thighs.

  I circle the thick mushroom head of his cock with my tongue, and then open my mouth to cover it.

  When I peer up at him, I see his head is thrown back.

  “Damn, that’s good.” His voice is husky, and it spurs me on, and I slide my mouth over his shaft, opening my throat to take as much of him as I possibly can.

  He threads his fingers through my hair, giving short sharp thrusting movements with his hips as I bob up and down on him.

  I breathe through my nose, deep concentrated breaths, as I focus on simply being open for him.

  In moments he’s groaning again, his obvious pleasure pleasing me, sending a tingle of desire across my body, and hardening my nipples.

  His thrusts get deeper, and for a brief moment I’m gagging, but then he pulls away, apologising all the while he’s still giving light thrusts.

  “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just… ah! That feels so...”

  And then he’s coming, thick spurts of creamy cum shooting down my throat.

  He stops thrusting, but I keep bobbing. I suck until his cock stops pulsing, and then I lick him clean.

  “Stand,” he says, his pupils dilated, his breath coming in gasps.

  “Strip,” he says, and I can’t help but be reminded of that first night. But this time there’s something in his tone, such need, such desire, dare I say it, such love. Not the boredom I heard that first time.

  I remove my clothes, my nipples hardening in the cool air.

  “On the bed.”

  I lay down on my back and spread my legs.

  “No,” he says. “Roll over. Onto your stomach.”

  Another thrill travels my spine, as he comes up behind me, his fingers delving into the moisture between my legs, rubbing against my clit.

  He kneels on the floor, pulling my body so I’m closer to the edge of the bed, then leans in, spreading his tongue out across my folds.

  “Oh!” I wasn’t expecting it, and I close my eyes, all my attention taken by the sensations radiating out from my center.

  He presses against my clit with his tongue, lapping and circling and sucking, and I gasp. I’ve never experienced receiving oral sex before. No previous master has ever cared about my pleasure. Soon my back starts arching, and my legs spread wider all on their own, anything to give him better access, to keep him doing the things that produce these amazing feelings.

  He explores my folds. Licking and stroking with his tongue, pushing his tongue as deep as he can inside me.

  I gasp, and moan under his touch.

  He slides a finger beneath me, rubbing at my clit, pushing his tongue right inside.

  But then, he moves again, his tongue leaving cool wet trails up over my backside. He parts my cheeks with a hand, and all of a sudden I freeze, my face burning.

  What is he doing?

  I trust him, and it feels so amazingly good. But…

  His tongue circles, starting out wide, and moving in closer. By the time he reaches my anus I’m gasping, and when he presses his tongue against that opening I let out a little squeal.

  I push myself up so I can peer back over my shoulder at him, but pushes me down with a firm hand between my shoulder blades.

  He circles some more, circles and presses, and I’m gasping, red faced from the place he’s kissing, and yet I can’t protest for him to stop because it feels so good.

  Instead I find myself arching my back again, presenting myself to him, offering myself and begging for him to continue.

  He pulls away, and leans up over me.

  “You like that?”

  His voice is husky, his finger still rubbing my clit.

  I’m whimpering as I nod. “Yes.”

  “Can any one else give you that sort of pleasure?”

  In that moment, I doubt anyone could possibly make me feel anything like the way I feel now, all jelly-like.

  “No.”

  He returns his mouth to me, and in moments I’m moaning his name as an orgasm spirals through my body and sends fireworks out the top of my head.

  “Never had an orgasm like that before?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “Never.”

  “Then we’ll have to rectify that in the future, won’t we?”

  He climbs onto the bed behind me, his cock pressing against my cleft, and he slides his hands underneath my chest, so each one is grabbing a breast.

  He eases into me, squeezing my breasts in his huge hands as he does so.

  “Oh, Sidney.”

  He nuzzles my neck, nibbling and licking my ear, sending more shoots of electricity down my spine, to meet with the ones coming up.

  And then he starts to thrust. Slow out, hard and forceful in. Slow out, hard and forceful in.

  I’m gasping, and moaning, tilting my pelvis in a poor attempt to get him deeper.

  “That turns you on, doesn’t it?” It’s not really a question, more a statement, but I nod anyway.

  “You like giving up control, don’t you? Like giving your body over to a man.”

  I nod again. If the result was this every time, I’ll be more than happy to give over control of my body to any man.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s my good girl. You’re not going to keep pleasure like this anywhere else, are you?”

  I shake my head.

  “No one could ever please my like you do, Master.” I bite my lip, and my head is spinning, and soon Sidney speeds up his thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, until we’re both panting, and moaning, and then I’m coming, screaming my pleasure into the pillow, and moments later, he comes again, too, and I feel the warm stickiness inside me spill out and down my thigh.

  Afterwards we lay together on the bed, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his chest.

  “I wish I could keep you forever,” he whispers.

  “I wish you could too.”

  He presses his lips against my forehead.

  “Can we magic that?” he asks. “What are the consequences of such a spell?”

  A shudder travels my spine.

  “Pretty awful, I think.” Visions float through my mind, of a love turned to hate by such a binding, of fighting and yelling and screaming. Of resentment.

  Sidney nods. “I thought it would be too easy.”

  There’s silence for a moment, and I take the chance to ask the question all of the women want to know the answer to.

  “What’s going on out there, in the city?”

  Sidney glances down at me.

  “Frensen is furious that I have a child on the way. If I’d not got Stacey pregnant, as eldest he would be in line for most of Father’s estate. Now, the bulk of that comes to me.” He sighs, and rolls onto his back
to look at the ceiling. “He roused up my other brothers against me. That’s what all the attacks are. Trying to… well, to be honest I don’t know, because I’m the father of that child, so there’s nothing they can do.”

  Sidney looks at me. “I’ve been in talks with my brothers. They know about the spell. I admitted it. I told them you gave me my fertility back, but it cost our father’s life. I told them you could do it again for any of them, that whatever I ask for, you can do, and must do, but that it will cost them the thing they hold most dear. None of them want that. So I told them that if they stop all this war, I would share out any further children between them. Once it’s confirmed a woman is pregnant, I can pass her on to another brother to care for, so when the child is born it knows no difference.”

  I nod. “I guess Frensen will be the first brother to receive one of your children?”

  Sidney snorts. “Frensen refuses to be part of any bargaining. As far as he’s concerned, either he will be King, or none of us will be.”

  “Does he not care for you father’s last wishes?”

  Sidney raises an eyebrow.

  “Frensen doesn’t care for anyone.”

  My heart sinks. “Can nothing stop him?”

  Sidney’s mouth is set in a straight line as he shakes his head. “I don’t think anything can.”

  He glances at me. “The other brothers haven’t agreed to it, yet. They wanted time to discuss it with their advisers. I suggested they get tested too, to see if they’re infertile, like I was.”

  He glances at me. “I did not tell them you could see that they were.”

  I nod my appreciation.

  But I feel so helpless. “I wish I could do something.”

  Sidney grimaces. “We all know you can. But I don’t want you to. If doing magic to create children caused the death of my father, what would the consequences be of creating peace?” He shakes his head. “I don’t even want to know.”

  Part of me is glad he doesn’t want to know. Because I know. I’m not even certain I have the power to do that sort of spell anyway, but I don’t ever want to find out.

  Because peace requires the absence of humans, and shifters, and any creature that has that same ego and self-awareness that humans have.

  Peace requires a full acceptance of the natural laws of the universe, which means that some creatures must die, in order for others to live, and that those who are chosen to die ought not try and cheat death, but accept their death with dignity.

  Animals are happy enough to live by the universe’s laws. But I don’t see how humans ever will be.

  Once again, I’m back in my quarters. Once again, another woman is with Sidney. He’s been with each of us now, at least once, since the mourning period came to an end, and though I promised him I understood his position, part of me can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he selects a different woman to join him for the evening.

  I haven’t seen any signs of pregnancy in the other women, yet. Part of me longs to, it would guarantee peace with another brother, if that were the case, and another part of me hates the thought. A pregnancy is a confirmation Sidney is actually having sex with these other women, and while I don’t know that for certain, I can pretend they are just talking, the way he did with me those first times we met.

  I never thought I would ever feel so… possessive, of someone. But I’m feeling that way towards Sidney.

  He has to produce heirs, he has to fuck as many women as he can.

  And I hate it.

  When I awake one morning to silence, my first thought is that the entire world around us has been destroyed.

  Everyone else is still sleeping soundly, so I creep out of bed, dress, and sneak out the door to the garden.

  For once, there are no flames visible over the property walls. There’s no shouting to be heard, no banging, or clashing, or screaming, or any sign whatsoever of any violence, anywhere.

  The sun peaks above the horizon, and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I soak up those first few rays of warmth, weak though they may be.

  A cloud crosses the sun, my face chilly now where the rays had touched, and I shiver.

  Time to go back inside.

  But when I open my eyes, it’s not a cloud that’s blocked the sun, it’s a man.

  “How perfect.” Frensen grins. “I thought I might have to fight through a crowd of women for you, but this whole morning has gone smoothly. Sidney off bowing to the wishes of the incubator of his child, leaving all his valuables unprotected, and you, out here, as though you’re just waiting for me to arrive.”

  He lifts a hand, and waves something at me. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when I do, I see it’s the silver case that should hold my contract.

  “Do you know where I found this?” Frensen tilts his head to one side. “No? Let me tell you.”

  I wish he would, instead of drawing this out like he’s enjoying building up my fear.

  Then again, he probably is enjoying building up my fear.

  “I found it in the top drawer of my brother’s bedside table. Right on top, too. I didn’t even have to search for it.” He smirks. “Well, that’s not entirely true. I did have to search for it, but that’s because I never imagined it would be in such an easy to find spot. Poor Sidney, he’s going to have a bit of a shock when he returns to his rooms. Probably not quite the same as the shock he’s going to have when you perform the spell you’re going to perform, though.”

  I open my mouth, but Frensen places an icy finger against my lips.

  “And before you ask. The contract is in there.” He twists the lid ever so slightly, so I can see the familiar yellowed paper, faint swirls of writing visible through the back of the page.

  “You’re mine now.” He grins. “Best be coming with me.”

  Before I have a chance to respond, Frensen is in dragon form, an enormous, black-red shimmering beast. He wraps one huge clawed hand around me, pinning my arms to my body, squeezing the breath out of me, and then we’re up in the air, the wind whipping my hair against my cheeks so I can barely see where we’re going.

  I gasp for breath, but I’m only getting the smallest amount of oxygen, and I’m certain I’m about to faint when I’m released, falling onto a soft pile of hay.

  By the time I’ve scrambled out of it, Frensen is before me, human again.

  “Right. First things first. I want you to remove Sidney’s fertility.”

  I see an image of Kress rise in my mind, gasping for breath.

  “Magic costs,” I begin, but Frensen cuts me off.

  “Will it cost my life?” he asks.

  I shake my head.

  “Then I don’t care. Make my brother infertile again.”

  “But Kress—”

  A sharp slap across my face spins my head so fast my neck feels twisted.

  “I said, I. Don’t. Care. Now get on with it.”

  A chill tears through my body, an icy breath filling my chest, and I begin to cough. In my mind’s eye I can see Sidney, falling to his knees, as the power takes away the one thing that could have made him happy.

  My eyes burn with tears. I’m sorry, Sidney.

  “It’s done.”

  Frensen narrows his eyes.

  “How do I know?”

  I shrug. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

  “Guards!” He yells so loudly I jerk backwards. “Take her to the deepest, darkest cell. I don’t want her to be found, by anyone.”

  My heart constricts.

  “Wait,” I call, as two guards grab an arm each. “I can do other magic. Whatever you like.”

  Frensen laughs. “I don’t need your magic and your costs for what I’m going to do next,” he says. “I just need brute force for that.”

  “Please,” I turn to the guards. “I can do spells for you, if you let me go.”

  One of the guards laughs. “You think you can fool us? The Master has already informed us of the extent of your powers. You can’t
do anything.”

  They manhandle me down a dank staircase, and along a row of cells.

  I should’ve have told Frensen that spell would cost his life. I should’ve told him that affecting something on another’s body would cause some terrible afflication on his own. I should have told him something, anything, to stop him doing what he did to Sidney.

  When they unlock the last cell door in the corridor, I breathe a sigh of relief. Not so far from the surface after all. But inside the cell is a secret door, leading down another staircase, and along another row of cells. It’s at the end of this corridor that I’m thrown into a room, a solid wooden door slammed shut behind me.

  There’s a grate in the door, about head height, and I stand, gripping the bars.

  “Wait, please.”

  But they only laugh. And as they leave, they take with them the only source of light I have.

  Chapter 12

  Time stretches in the dark.

  There’s no way of confirming the movement of the day, so I don’t know if the hour I feel like I’ve spent here is actually an hour, over an hour, or more like five minutes.

  I don’t know the size of the room, either, though it feels big, but it’s so dark I can’t even see my hand when I hold it inches from my face, and I’m too scared to move from my spot.

  I wonder what’s happening back at Sidney’s.

  Do they know I’m missing? Sidney would only know if he came to find me, and I wasn’t there. The question, I guess, is whether the women have found me gone and assumed I’m with the Master and so done nothing, which could be odd, but maybe not completely unexpected, or if they’ve found me gone, realised it’s odd, and reported it.

  I hope the brief flash I had of Sidney, doubled over as his fertility left him again, was a true vision. While I hate the thought of him being in pain, if he did feel something, then hopefully he will realise what’s happened, and look for me.

  My stomach gurgles, and I realise how hungry I am. My last meal was the previous nights dinner, I wonder how far away my next meal is.

  A strange scuffle outside the door pulls at my attention.

  I listen closely, but hear nothing else.

  A mouse perhaps?

  But then it’s there again, and then the door swings open, I hear it, but I still can’t see anything.

 

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