Chapter 13

Ithink I am becoming a morning person. All this lounging around in a warm bath is worth waking up for. Unlike my old life, where my phone would go off and force me to stagger around my tiny flat, make instant coffee, and then blearily stagger off to work.

Being pampered every day is a vast improvement. Pinky coughs aggressively and I glare at her. But fine, I am hungry and looking forward to breakfast.

I float over to her and walk out of the bath. I'm getting used to the instantly drying cockbag and I have to admit it can be useful. Like last night, at dinner. I would have sprayed cum all over myself if it wasn't for the bag.

The memory makes my cheeks heat as Pinky efficiently dries me. She picks up a bundle of silk robes. I need to pay attention. I want to learn how to dress and undress myself. But she does it so fast, I'm lost by the third layer.

She steps back to admire her handy work and nods in satisfaction. There is a full-length mirror at the other end of the room. Maybe if I have a look, I'll be able to figure out how these clothes work. I walk towards it and Pinky doesn't stop me.

I stare at the waist of my robes. It seems to be where the action takes place. It is where Rhydian goes to undress me. But I can't see how he does it. However, I can see how very slutty my waist looks. Damn, why don't human clothes show off men's waists? They really are missing a trick.

My gaze flicks up, and I freeze. What the hell? My reflection stares back at me. Except it is not quite my reflection. My skin is not that good. My eyes are not that vibrant. My nose has a little kink in it that this reflection does not have, and I've never had my eyebrows shaped. My hair is a shaggy mousy brown, not this softly curling, burnished chestnut. And who the hell has thick dark lashes like that!

The mirror copies my facial expressions, and it is uncanny as hell. I scream and erupt into goose pimples.

The door flies open behind me, and Rhydian strides in, looking alarmed. He hurries over to my side. Eyeing every corner of the room as if he thinks the shadows are going to attack.

"Sorry!" I squeak. "This enchanted mirror gave me a fright."

A look of relief flows over his face, but then he frowns. "It's not enchanted."

"Yeah, right!" I snort as I poke at my face and stare at the reflection. Damn, this is like the best camera filter ever. Now that I've got over my fright, I can appreciate it.

"It is not," insists Rhydian.

I glare at his reflection in the mirror as he stands calmly behind me. I open my mouth to argue, but wait a minute. His reflection looks exactly the same. Nothing about him has been changed.

My gaze flicks between his reflection and mine. "What is happening?" Does the enchantment only work on humans or something?

The very corners of Rhydian's mouth tug upwards in the faintest approximation of a smile.

"You have been eating fey food and drinking fey wine."

I blink. I dimly remember old fairy tales saying not to accept food from the fey, or you will be trapped forever. I thought of it my first day here, after it was too late and I had already eaten. Is Rhydian saying there is some truth to those myths and legends?

"Your food made me pretty?" I shriek.

"It enhanced what was already there."

A strange incoherent noise comes out of me. I spin around, push past him, and run into the sitting room. The breakfast table has been laid. I hurry over to it and pick up an apple and bite into it as I grab slices of other fruit. Trying to cram everything into my mouth all at once is difficult, but I'm not going to let that stop me.

My deepest, darkest desire, the thing I have longed for with secret, intense longing since puberty first struck, is miraculously coming true. I am pretty. I might even become prettier. People will like me. Want me. Notice me. Perhaps even Rhydian's feeling for me will change.

Rhydian steps up behind me, I twist around and look up at him. His eyes widen. Presumably at the sight of my hamster cheeks and all the juice flowing over my chin. He looks so utterly bewildered and taken aback. Seeing emotion displayed so clearly on his usually stoic face is startling.

I laugh. And then choke. Laughing with your mouth full is so not a good idea. Rhydian slaps me firmly on the back until I can breathe again.

"You done?" he asks.

I nod while wheezing. I think all the fruit I crammed into my mouth has now gone down the right hole. Rhydian hands me a linen napkin and I take it gratefully and wipe all the juice off my face.

"We have somewhere to be," says Rhydian sternly.

"Will there be food?" I need all the good stuff I can get.

He shakes his head. The movement sends his long pale hair dancing, and it catches the sunlight streaming through the large windows. He is a good-looking bastard. Probably because he has been eating fey food his entire life.

I grab an apple and shove it into my robes. He lifts an eyebrow but says nothing. He merely pulls a leash out and attaches it to my collar and leads me away.

Where the hell are we going now?

Of all the places I imagined he was taking me, an orgy was not even on the list. Okay, maybe it is not quite an orgy, but it is definitely something. There are several naked people in the middle of the room and the soft sounds they are making, mean even though I am staring firmly at my feet, I know exactly what is going on.

It is enough to thoroughly distract me from my new found prettiness. I can exalt in that later, when things are far calmer, and safer. Right now, I need to keep my wits about me.

This room is ridiculously ornate. There is little of Buckingham Palace left. It has been converted to full fey. Silks and gauzy material hang everywhere. The floor is covered with furs and littered with enormous brightly coloured cushions. Hookah pipes are dotted around and the air is hazy with sweet smelling smoke.

A dozen or so fey are scattered around the room. Some are sprawled languorously over cushions and furs, others are sitting upright with postures any yoga teacher would be envious of. Everyone looks elegant.

Rhydian drops cross legged onto a cushion and yanks on my leash to pull me down onto a cushion next to him. As I sit, my gaze flicks towards the middle of the room before I can stop myself. And now I am transfixed. I can't look away.

There is a human in the centre of the room. Lying on a large deep brown fur. He is naked. All his perfect golden skin on display. His head is tilted back, sending his golden curls tumbling. His jaw is slack with pleasure, his eyes closed. Three fey are around him. Two lying next to him, gently toying with his nipples while staring at his face in glee. The third fey is lying on their stomach, between the human's spread legs, two oiled fingers gliding slowly in and out of the human's hole.

The human's cock is swollen and hard, pressing against his stomach and weeping precum. The first human I have seen in an age and he is being publicly and thoroughly debauched. I really hope this doesn't give Rhydian any ideas.

A quick glance around the room shows that the other fey are only idly interested in the show before them. They seem more interested in smoking and chatting to one another.

The human makes a soft, carnal noise. Almost a whimper. He looks completely blissed out. My cock is stirring. Either in response or empathy, I have no idea which one it is. All I know is that I am a million miles from my comfort zone. I have never been so uncomfortable and flustered in all my life. My body is squirming as if it thinks I can wriggle away from this awkward situation.

Rhydian tilts his head and looks down at me. "What is wrong with you? Have you never seen someone pleasured before?"

"No, I haven't!" I snap.

Surprise flashes over his stupidly handsome face. "You are strange."

"No I'm not!" I declare indignantly. "No human has! I mean, there is porn, but that is different. People watch it on screens, not in real life!" I trail off as my face heats. I'm babbling and not making any sense at all.

Rhydian stares at me as if I am some sort of disgusting yet fascinating bug. Maybe that's exactly what I am to him. Because fey certainly don't seem to think much of humans. Though, I have to say, the human in the middle of the room doesn't seem to object to how the fey are treating him. Perhaps I should copy him and accept my role of bug.

My spiralling thoughts are distracted by two sets of feet coming over and settling on the cushions next to me and Rhydian.

I glance up and my lungs freeze. This person has wings. Frigging wings. Large white feathered ones. I'm barely used to the sight of people with antlers. This is freaking me out.

Eventually, I look at the person the wings belong to. He is young, slender. Pale skinned. His shoulder length hair is dark and loose. His head is down and his shoulders are slumped.

Oh shit. Now I feel bad. I focused on his appearance and dismissed the fact that this is a sentient being.

A thin silver chain spools out from under his hair and is wrapped around the wrist of the fey sitting next to him. Is that a leash? I can't see through his hair, but is he wearing a collar? Does this mean he is a pet like me?

Rhydian sighs, "Really Llywelyn, a tylwyth?"

I look at the pet owning fey and my eyes widen. It is another one of Rhydian's brothers. The one with the golden hair and the aggressive expression.

He glowers at Rhydian. "Yes. It pleases me and "tis not something you can deny me."

I can practically taste the hostility in the air. Okay, this brother has beef with Rhydian. That is interesting. The other brothers seem fine. Does this one think he deserves more power? This could actually be useful. In the future, I could stir shit up and use the distraction to conceal my escape.

A delicious moan pours out from the centre of the room. The sound speaks directly to my cock and empties my mind of all thoughts. I watch utterly fixated as the human arches his back right off of the furs. He cries out again and then writhes in orgasm. His cock pulses and a fey holds a deep green cloth to the tip, catching the spillage. Fingers continue to glide teasingly slow, in and out of him, and the human continues to shudder and cry out as his orgasm rolls on and on.

The fey tormenting him grin at each other in smug delight. Eventually, the human collapses bonelessly against the furs. Still twitching and gasping for breath.

A polite scattering of applause echoes around the room.

I shift position to hide my erection. Rhydian glances down at me briefly, then looks away. But the bastard knows. I know he does.

How did my life come to this?