by James Cox
“I’d be happy to help you take those off.”
“Smart mouths should be filled.” I got my trousers off one leg. Good enough. I shuffled up Joen’s body and didn’t stop until I was straddling his head. My balls dangling over his open lips and I growled when his tongue slithered out to play. “Don’t be shy.” I slid my hand into his long red strands and held his head down. Then I moved back and forth, rubbing my heavy balls against his curious tongue and plump lips. He caught a bit of my dick piercing with his tongue. It pierced the skin between my shaft and balls. Joen traced the silver and I paused to savor the sting. He groaned, my cock dribbling some pre-cum. If he liked that he was going to love the one at the top of my dick. It rested just above my shaft in my dark pubic hair. I dragged my length over his lips to the tip and then back to the base. Over and over until my dick was so hard I thought I might come from his next breath.
“Wait.” He groaned when I moved out of reach. “More.” He lifted his head.
I released his head, reached back and gave his cock a light smack.
“Oh, fuck me.”
“Soon.” I whispered and slapped his dick again.
Joen’s hips surged upward.
“Like that, do you?” I shimmied down his body, finding a moment to untangle myself from my trousers by the time I straddled his hips. “Bit of pain with your pleasure.” I wrapped my hand around his erection and squeezed.
Joen nearly came up off the ground. He let out a deep rumble of a groan and grabbed my wrists. “Oh, please. Darrow. Please. Inside me. Fuck, get inside me. Please.”
I growled, rolling Joen over only to straddle him again. I whacked his ass. They were nice, tight, pale globes. “How about a bit of spanking?” I hit him harder. “Too much?”
Joen shook his head, lifting and lowering his hips like the pleasure/pain was driving him mad. I knew the feeling.
I opened his cheeks, spit and then gave each of them another smack. There was no way I’d last long once I was balls deep inside him. Even the anticipation was getting me close to climax. Now that his ass was suitably pink, I spread his cheeks and slid my thumb inside him. “Are you ready for me, Joen?”
He groaned.
I grabbed the vial of oil, uncorked it, and gave his ass another spank. Eh, they could have a bit more color. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” I reached between his legs and tugged on his balls.
Joen cried out, swatting at me with his hands.
I chuckled, slapping his hands away before I drizzled the oil over his hole. My finger followed and a breath later two. I heaved them in and out as I dropped the vial in the grass beyond the blanket. “Deep breath, boy.” I caressed my hand up and down his back as I added three to the invasion of his ass.
“Darrow!” He pushed against my fingers, trying to get them deeper or perhaps he was looking for something wide.
I grinned, grabbed my shaft, and placed the tip against his entrance. “Beg me to fuck you.”
He choked out a sound.
I slapped his ass before I shoved three fingers as deep as I could. “Beg. Me.”
“Please.” He ground his ass against my hand then thrust his cock against the blanket. “Darrow…”
“What do you think, Aralynn?” Despite the hunger running through me, I never forgot that we had company. I locked eyes with her. Her lower lip was red like she was nipping on it and the blush on her cheeks had turned a deep pink. “Hard. Deep. Sweet. Name it…” I pressed the tip of my dick against his hole and eased the tip inside. We both let out a groan. “Aralynn.”
“Deep.” She whispered. “Sweet.”
I shuffled closer and nudged my shaft in slowly. Inch by inch that left me panting and my thighs shaking. Joen let out a groan that seemed to last the entire time. The moaning sounds only heightened my excitement. I finally propelled all the way inside and shivered. He was so fucking tight. The oil made each movement a slick treat. I gently pulled out, but with each heartbeat I smacked his ass. Slap, slap, slap. My cock sprang free. I heaved it back inside in one long thrust that tested my patience to the max. When I was fully seated, I leaned over Joen and pressed my chest against his back. I nipped at his shoulder, taking my teeth to his flesh so hard that I left an imprint. “You still alive down there?”
Joen laughed then groaned. “Darrow, for the love of Otherworld, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I think you found my weakness. Begging.” I dug my heels in and pressed my cock deep into his ass, savoring the way he squeezed me. “Yeah, Joen, that’s it. Nice and tight.” I pulled out and took another long ride balls deep. He was squirming beneath me and I lifted my head to look at Aralynn. She’d slid her hand under her dress and I could see her knuckles pressing against the dress. “She’s touching herself,” I whispered in Joen’s ears. “Let’s give her something to climax to.” I thrust in and out of his ass. Our body heat had warmed the oil, creating a slick smooth ride. Each push ended with a hard jerk that rubbed my piercings against him. I skimmed my hands up his back and to his shoulders, holding on as I began to ride him good. In and out, so tight. So fucking tight. I came hard, throwing my head back and roaring into the starry night sky. The sound echoed and it was not completely human. The timber was too deep and animalistic. My whole body surged in pure pleasure and when I finally started to come down it was like a splash of cold water. “Fuck.” I laid atop Joen, giving his ass one or two last thrusts before pulling out.
He rolled over, instantly grabbing his dick and stroking it.
“Come all over yourself, boy.”
He groaned, stroking faster.
I grabbed his balls roughly and he came. The white jizz shot out and all over his torso. The pale skin decorated with white ribbons of cum.
Joen’s hand fell away and he laid there panting.
I glanced at Aralynn, whose eyes were still locked on us. She shivered, closing her lids, and tilting her chin upward. Watching her orgasm was like waking up to someone stroking my dick. Unexpected. Hot as the sun. Stunningly beautiful. I watched her, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at me. It was Joen who sat up, pulled his blindfold off and kissed me. Our mouths fought, but his gave in and I made sure he was breathless before we parted. Tongues, teeth, sucking—I wanted him to remember this night like it was the best of his life.
“Well, there are definitely some things werewolves can do better.”
I laughed, hearty and deep. “Wait until I get my lips around that cock of yours.”
He grinned lopsided. “Is that a promise?”
Men in my line of work didn’t make promises unless it was for revenge. A dose of reality made me go quiet and I lifted my gaze to see what Aralynn was up to. She’d removed her hand from under her dress and was sitting on that rock watching us like we were stage performers. Hell, I’d love to go to a play like that. “You okay, Aralynn?”
She nodded. “Perfectly fine.” Her pink cheeks belied her calm exterior.
I gave Joen’s ass a pat and then went to go find my trousers.
Chapter Nine
“Where are you going?” Joen whispered.
Aralynn had curled up on the blanket and laid one hand on Joen as she slept. They looked comfortable together and I’m not going to lie, sexy. I kept watch until an hour before the sun would rise. That’s when I got dressed and started to head out. I sighed and turned around. Joen was already on his feet, wearing nothing but a frown. He still looked good. “Stay here.”
“Darrow…”
“I’m going to see a queen about her assassination attempts.” We couldn’t keep living like this. If Aralynn wanted to fight for the throne I’d be right by her side but she’d have to live long enough to attempt it. Which meant I had some things to do to ensure she’d get the chance.
“What about that guy Kierce? What happened to not killing the fucking queen of Otherworld?”
“I’m not.” I glanced down at his dangling cock. “Put your trousers on. Stay safe.”
“Well last five minutes witho
ut you…”
“Then I guess I’d better be back here in four.” Assassinate the queen and her kings, take back the throne, and rush back here to make sure they were safe. This was why I preferred being alone. For the first time in my life, I ached as I left. Leaving a lover was always a relief. Fucking done, why prolong anything but as I weaved through the trees I couldn’t help and long back. With a shake of my head I ran faster in the opposite direction. Stop thinking Darrow. My strength was not thinking, worrying, planning. I was the queens assassin and nothing would stop me.
By the time I got into Fairaine the sun was peeking over the horizon. The chill of night was easing. Candles in windows were snuffed out and the whores took a much needed rest. I held onto the back of a passing wagon, hiding inside the bed of it filled with candles. On their way to market, no doubt. As long as the shadows held, I’d be able to speed this process up.
When the sun finally did rise, I snuck up to the driver, punched him in the head and rolled him into the back. I covered him as best I could with candles then stole his hat. At this rate, my new name was going to be Darrow the hat stealer. Eh, didn’t have the same ring to it. I’d get to the castle well before nightfall. That was the plan until a group of guards came down the street. One just happened to glance up and it took me a split second to look away. Damage done.
“Stop right there.” The idiot leapt into the road, catching the attention of the other guards.
I spun the crank harder, right toward him. He at least has the sense to jump out of the way. That’s when a fucking threesome of Aos Si were on me. Those small fairies were a fucking menace. Two jumped on my hat, causing it to cover my eyes. The third stabbed my fucking hand that was cranking the wagon. I shoved the hat off and slapped the one poking my knuckles. He went flying as the other two came at my eyes. Seriously? I growled and tried to skewer one with my teeth. I clipped his shirt and he dangled from my lips with a scream. I spit, sending him sprawling and I swatted at the last one. Guards shouted behind me. “Ah, fuck.”
“Surrender!” The Aos Si screamed in my ear.
I grabbed the fallen hat and cranked the wagon, bringing me to scary speeds, then I waved that hat around like I was a vengeful wind. The Aos Si darted out of the way. I managed to clip him and then threw the hat over him. He tumbled off the wagon, tangled in the hat. I cursed their entire fucking species as I swerved right.
Fairaine was awake now. The streets were filling with people and wagons.
I purposely clipped a cart and the back of my wagon tore off, sending candles and the unconscious man sprawling out. Someone screamed. A few of them ran into the street to help. It all effectively blocked the guards on my ass. It was a short-lived lead, but better than a fight. I didn’t have time for that shit.
But it seems I’d have to make time.
I turned the corner, revealing a fucking swarm of Aos Si. I quickly cut left and nearly got stuck with an arrow. More guards. I cranked faster, taking turns so quickly the wagon creaked and shook. “Fuck!” A wagon was blocking my path. I kept cranking—guards shouted, the Aos Si followed remarkable close. Bracing myself, the wagon slammed into the other. Wood went flying. I held on, slid off the seat, and nearly leapt too soon. My wagon end began to lift. I jumped. The wagon flipped over as I rolled as far as I could, then slammed into a building. The mess of colliding wagons skidded to a stop. Among the chaos I took off down the nearest street. Halfway down I had to embrace my beast and fled on all fours. Wind smacked at my face as I charged down the alley and leapt into the first open window I found. I shoved the glass shut and hugged the wall, only to notice I wasn’t alone. I growled at the human woman and her child.
The older lady scooped up the little girl and shoved her into the nearest corner then blocked the child with her body.
I knew her. The woman begging at Joen’s place. “Keep your mouth shut and I won’t tear you apart in front of the kid.” I slid my claws free.
She nodded, a tremor beginning to rack her body.
I could hear the guards now. They were making enough noise to warn a deaf human. They rushed past this home and the flutter of wings followed. I lifted my finger to my lips and stared at the old woman.
She pinched her lips closed then reached back to grab the child’s hand.
A moment later the flurry of activity outside died down. “Front door?”
She pointed to the right.
I glanced in that direction, but was distracted. Bread and freshly made pies were on the table. A nice looking cloak hung on the wall. Chairs swathed in colorful material matched the large wooden table with what looked like a golden candle holder. She wasn’t some loving grandmother in need of help. She wore decent clothes, had plenty of food and didn’t have a single fucking hole in her roof. She just didn’t want to pay for her healing. I growled and heard her whimper. “You cheat Joen ever again and I’ll tear your whole family apart for my dinner.” I bared my canines.
She promptly fainted.
I moved quickly out the front door, grabbed that cloak and lifted the hood. Walking south would get me where I needed to go, but just a little slowly. I hunched and continued onward toward the stolen throne.
****
The castle was a mass of guards, Aos Si, and a few banshees. Good thing I liked a challenge. Bad thing that I didn’t have time for one. I climbed along the cliffs, avoiding any guards that happen to come near. It took some time, but I managed to weave my way into the garden in the back of the castle by the time the sun began to fall. Hiding in a tree kept me hidden until the sun fell completely, then I blended with the shadows and made my way toward the doors. Of course, I couldn’t go in through any normal entrance. I climbed the closest tree until it stretched close enough to a balcony to leap onto. Once there, I broke the glass door with my elbow and snuck inside. My biggest threat was Alexander. The newly appointed king was half human, half vampire. I beat him in our last fight—or I would have if Aneen hadn’t used her fucking powers on me. This time, I’d kill him for sure. I made my way to the door, eased it open, and found four guards walking down the hallway. My stunt in town must have reached their ears. That’s okay, I knew the secrets of this castle.
“Report?” Someone outside spoke.
“Nothing, sir.”
“Keep alert. Darrow was Aralynn’s assassin and he cannot get near the queen.”
They were so worried about her … what about her kings? Stefen was only human. His life would take but a moment to snuff out. I was in one of the many bedrooms in the castle. The bookcase moved, which only a few knew. It led to the next room and by pure luck the hall was empty. I rushed to the dark alcove. Someone had put a painting up. Idiots. I found the edge of the hidden door with my claws and pried it open. The cool breeze rushed out and I quickly stepped inside before anyone would notice. The room below was a big area that not many knew of. The queen’s throne still rested against the wall, amassing dust. The center was staged with a large wooden X. The last time I’d been down here we’d tied one of the local whores to those posts. I’d fucked him for hours as the queen watched. He got compensation for his pleasure and I got to stare into the queen’s blue eyes as I came. I shook my head, no time for memories.
The doors hidden among the walls led to many different areas. It only took a few tries to find Alexander. He was sitting in the study staring out the window in his trousers. A glass of ale was in his hand and a frown lingered on his face. His blond hair had been cut shorter and a new scar lingered on his shoulder. I eased the door open, but knew he heard. He was after all half vampire.
“Killing me won’t solve anything.”
I left the door open in case I needed a quick exit. “You think so? Maybe it’ll just make me feel better.” I elongated my claws and bared my canines.
Alexander turned around. “Queen Aneen and King Stefen would hunt you down.” He put the ale on the large wooden desk. “If you take their lives, the entire fucking world will not stop until your head is parted from your fuck
ing body.”
From the look of the castle, he was right. Aneen was the queen everyone watched grow up. She was adored. Their deaths would just bring more heat on Aralynn. “I want to make a deal then…” My life was shit anyway. What would an early death cost me? What would it give Aralynn? I’d do anything for her. Anything. “I turn myself in and you have my word to never attempt escape. I’ll even let you execute me without a struggle.” It was the only offer I could make. It was the only thing I had. My life.
“In exchange?” Alexander lowered his head slightly.
“No more assassination attempts on Aralynn.”
He instantly straightened. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Fucking fuck. You have no idea what’s been going on!”
What trick was this? I already agreed to surrender. Did he really have that hard of an erection to kill Aralynn?
Alexander rubbed a hand through his hair. “It’s not us trying to kill her.”
I scoffed. “Then who? The men coming after us aren’t cheap.”
“You stupid fuck. It’s Dullahan.”
The breath escaped my lungs. “W-What?” He had to be crazy to think I’d believe the shit he was trying to shovel.
“Dullahan has escaped the island. He’s wreaking fucking havoc all over Otherworld. We think he got out when Aneen came into her powers. Little Fairaine reported the ground shaking only moments after Aneen blasted you. We think he has limited power, otherwise he’d already be knocking down our door.”
That wasn’t possible. The fallen God could not be free.
“I have a better deal to make. Help us take down Dullahan and we’ll keep Aralynn safe. Aneen doesn’t want to kill her own fucking mother no matter what that bitch did to her.”
I growled at him.
“You get a life sentence in the dungeons or a quick death. Your choice. Saving lives now is more important than punishing you for the past.” He bared his fangs. “But you will be punished.”