18. Hiero

Chapter eighteen

Hiero

I t was Goth Night at the bar, and Skylar and his friend Monica made quite the entrance wearing matching fishnet stockings that ended at their high-cut leather thongs. Monica wore a black conical bra-thing while Skylar wore a leather harness across his toned chest, his exposed nipples like two targets drawing me in. His eyes were dramatically drawn, with pale powder on his face and ruby red lips. His raven hair was pulled back in a single tight braid that trailed down his back and with the sides of his head recently shaved, he looked both hot and edgy. He was sex on a stick, and my blood flowed mightily southward, all of my senses attuned to my slutty, gorgeous boy.

“Hi, Daddy,” he said, a little breathlessly as he leaned over the bar to give me a peck on the lips.

“Hi, baby, you are looking fine as ever.”

“Thank you,” he said with a cautious smile. “This is my friend, Monica. ”

Monica daintily extended her hand and I shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Monica. Welcome to Church. Drinks are on me tonight.”

“You are a gentleman,” she purred. She was tattooed all over, everywhere but her face. Where Skylar’s tattoos were a light silvery color and mostly patterns and designs, hers were of flora and fauna, inked in all the colors of the rainbow and decorating every inch of her caramel-colored skin.

“What’d you guys do today?” I asked.

“Hung out by the pool. Monica gave me a new tattoo,” Skylar said.

“Oh yeah? Can I see it?”

“You’ll have to find it first,” he teased, stirring my pot even more. It had been almost twenty-four hours since I’d last had him, and it would be at least that many more before I’d have him again. I needed to pace myself and give him some room to breathe. I’d already decided to do just that when Skylar’s gaze caught mine, and he must have seen my lust blooming because he said very intentionally, “Do you need me in the back for a few minutes, Daddy?”

The double entendre did not go unnoticed by Monica, who only raised one artfully shaped eyebrow in my direction.

“I don’t want to hog your attention,” I said, nodding pointedly at his friend.

“Go ahead,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’ll flirt with the handsome bartender. ”

Frito appeared at my side to make her a drink as Skylar ducked under the bar toward me. An ambush. I pulled him into my arms and dragged him into the tiny office crammed with filing cabinets and an old, sturdy desk. I pushed a stack of papers aside and set him down on the wooden desktop. My mouth was on him in a flash, tasting his neck, lips, tongue…

“Breed me, Daddy,” came his breathless pant when we finally came up for air. My hands moved of their own volition, grabbing his leather thong and yanking it down roughly, along with his fishnets. He was stuffed already with a butt plug I’d purchased a few days ago from The Owner of The Magic Shop. The base of it was bejeweled, and I tugged on it lightly while Skylar mewled and squirmed in my grasp.

“My nipples. Pinch, them Daddy. Please,” he begged.

I twisted them savagely, watching them swell and darken under my rough treatment. He leaned back on his elbows and brought his knees up to his ears, making an offering of himself. There was little more that needed to be said, so I tugged on the plug until it popped free. “Open your mouth,” I commanded and stuck the plug between his lips for him to suck like a pacifier. “That should keep you from biting your lip.”

He nodded, eyes wide, and attempted to grab for my belt. I helped him along, letting the buckle clank and fall away. He ran his hands under my shirt, raking his fingernails through my chest hair and tweaking my pierced nipples as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my cock and Skylar’s eyes widened .

“You like what you see,” I asked, and he nodded furiously. “Is your greedy, little hole ready for it?” He nodded again and made a grabby motion with his hand.

I pinned his folded up body between me and the desk. The plug had opened him a little, but my cock was always a stretch for him to take. "Easy does it," I reminded him before his patience wore out. I wound the end of his braid around my fist, forcing his head backward so I could see all of his throat. My tail wrapped around his thigh to hold him in place as I slowly increased the pressure on his already-slick hole. My sweet little breeder.

“That’s a good boy, Skylar, stay nice and quiet for Daddy.”

He mewled around the plug in his mouth and arched back. His nipples were ripe for torment, so I drew one tiny bud into my mouth and sucked hard. There was a sweetness there I’d not tasted before, and I thought I knew all the flavors of his body already. He bucked up like a restless stallion, impatient as ever, so I drove into him steadily, all the way, until his hole was stuffed full and his eyes rolled back.

“Give me your neck,” I commanded.

He turned his head, and I anchored my dull teeth against his tendon with enough pressure to mark him without breaking the skin. I thought briefly about him returning to the bar and his best friend with evidence of my claim all over his body and it aroused me even more. I picked up the pace, whispering sweet nothings as I hammered into him. “You’re a hungry little cumslut waltzing into the bar dressed like that, making Daddy hard as a rock, knowing I’d have to watch you all night in that tiny thong while I’m stuck behind the bar mixing drinks, bending over for all the realms to see. Was that your plan, Skylar? To tease your Daddy?”

He nodded furiously while gripping my shoulders for dear life.

“You think I should reward your naughty behavior?”

His words were muffled by the plug but I recognized his begging tone. I briefly considered denying him, but seeing him hard all night in his leather thong would be an additional torment to me.

“Did you choose that slutty outfit just for me?" He moaned his assent, so I asked, "Does Monica know how desperate you are for a good dicking?” He nodded, giving me another helpless little whimper, so I licked along the shell of his ear and tugging on the lobe with my teeth while I pumped into him in nice, even strokes. I loved watching him unravel.

“Do you think everyone in the bar knows how easily you spread your legs for Daddy, how shameless and slutty you are when I have you underneath me?” He nodded again, his hole pulsing around my cock as a warning. I grabbed hold of his dick and squeezed him tight.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You gotta work that tight ass a little more. Milk me now, boy.”

The look on his face became focused and determined as he tightened up around me, squeezing my cock and drawing me in deeper. Thrusting became an exercise in willpower because all I wanted was to stay locked up inside him.

My entire body shook as I fucked him, my nervous system attuned to the mounting pleasure. He let out a noise that sounded like, please, Daddy, and I nearly lost control. With my mouth against his ear, I whispered, “Come for me, slutty boy, so I can dump a load inside you and get back to work.”

He shivered and rolled beneath me, clamping down on my dick as the orgasm seared through him and he spurted all over his heaving chest, long ropes of milky white sap that drove me wild because I’d done that to him. My nostrils flared at the sweet tang in the air as I let loose on him. The desk knocked up against the wall as a tankard of pens fell to the floor. Papers went flying. I swallowed a thunderous roar as I unloaded, cock twitching, balls humming, my carnal lust sated… for now.

“Good boy,” I said, satisfied now that my seed was coating his insides. “I swear, baby, you wreck me every time. Now hold it in.” Skylar tightened up as much as he could while I slipped out. I grabbed the plug from his mouth and shoved it back into his hole.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he said with a deep purr of satisfaction, smiling up at me. “That felt so good. I love what you do to me.”

The praise went straight to my head, and I wished we were up in my apartment so that I could cuddle him properly rather than having to rush back out to the bar. “You’re welcome, baby. You’re too tempting, strutting into the bar looking the way you do. I’m finding it hard to deny you.”

“I like it when you give in.” He glanced down at the string of pearls decorating his stomach like a work of art. I drew my thumb through his cum puddle and put it to my mouth, sweet and creamy just like him.

“One of these days I’m going to cage that pretty cock of yours and make you earn the right to come,” I told him.

“How would I do that?”

“By doing exactly what I tell you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he said with a zealous look in his eyes.

As I buttoned up my pants and buckled my belt, I took a mental picture of him splayed out on my desk, smug as a cat. He watched me, quiet and content as I tended to him, wiping him down with some tissues, pulling up his thong and tucking his cock and balls back inside, rearranging his fishnets. I rubbed the bite mark I’d left on his neck and fixed his smudged makeup. His mouth looked like he’d been sucking on a cock, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Anyone with eyes knew we were fucking and that he was mine. When he was mostly put back together, I offered him my hand.

“Can you stand?” I asked. He got to his feet gingerly, his long legs balancing on his platform boots. “Are you going to behave tonight?” I asked, kissing his temple and breathing in his sweet musk. “Or am I going to have to spank you later?”

“You’re going to have to spank me,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “Or whip me with your tail? ”

I swallowed, surprised yet again by his ability to up the ante. “You’d like that?”

“I’d love that.”

He leaned up to give my cheek a peck, and I drew him back into my arms, so I could kiss him properly and claim his mouth just as I’d claimed his ass. I could spend a whole day just doing this. I drew my hands down his back, then pressed two fingers against the strap of leather wedged between his ass cheeks. “This plug stays in until you get back to your room tonight.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now go back out there and have fun with your friend. Don’t leave without saying goodnight. I want to make sure someone walks you home.” I squeezed his ass once more for good luck. “And remember who this belongs to.”

“All yours, Daddy, I swear.”

I opened the door and led him back out to the bar, watching him struggle to walk straight. Monica teased him about it and when Skylar wasn’t looking, she shot me a look of warning. I nodded, message received. I mixed drinks for them both throughout my shift while they enjoyed themselves on the dance floor, bumping and grinding with each other and our motley crew of patrons. I resisted the urge to piss on Skylar’s leg to mark him as my own, though I did aim a couple death glares at Gunther and Dorth. At the end of the night, I told Frito to walk them home while I closed up the bar, and when my cousin returned, I asked for a report .

“They were drinking by the pool,” he said dutifully. I nodded, thinking I might stop by later, just to check in on him. I was behind the register, counting up the till when my summoner hummed in my back pocket. I pulled it out and flipped it open to see Skylar’s face materialize in the antique mirror. He was grinning, eyes glassy, clearly drunk.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey, baby, have you had enough to drink yet?”

“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “I’m done now. We ran out.”

Thank God for small blessings. We might need to make a new rule about drinking in moderation.

“Did you have fun tonight with Monica?” I asked.

“Yes, did you see us?”

“Couldn’t tear my eyes away,” I said with more than a little longing.

“I’ve been thinking…” he said while dragging his sharp teeth across his plush lower lip without biting down, proving that even while intoxicated, Daddy’s rules still applied.

“What have you been thinking, gorgeous?” I asked because he seemed to have lost his train of thought.

“Ten pups is a lot.”

I grinned. So, this was what he thought about when his inhibitions were lowered? “Is ten too many?”

“I’m afraid my pelvic floor will give out. Ten is a lot for one womb to carry.”

The thought of him tottering around with a big belly and swollen, leaky tits was making me hard. “Do fae produce milk?”

“More like nectar. It’s thick and sweet. Babies feed on that until they’re old enough for honey.”

“Sweet, just like the rest of you.” In my mind he was already round with our pup, his chest tender and his nipples big and puffy. I wondered if fae were similar to other mammals, if stimulating his nipples might get the nectar flowing. I’d certainly enjoy exercising his hole to prepare him for birth, stretching him slowly in a nest of pillows until he was flush and tingling all over, his body primed for labor.

But only if he wanted that too.

“How will we take care of them all?” Skylar asked, still stuck on the logistics.

I grinned, delighted that he was even considering it. Ten was probably too many. I didn’t want to wear him out, physically or emotionally.

“How about we start with one and see how it goes?” I suggested.

“But what if I can’t have children? What if we can’t?”

So, this was what was bothering him?

“Then we can adopt, or we can just be really great uncles to my sister’s litter.”

“But you want kids.”

“I want a loving partner more than I want kids. And regardless of whether we can conceive, I’ll still want to breed you, baby boy.” At his soft, dewy-eyed expression, I asked, “Still with me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Where’s Monica?”

“Passed the fuck out. It’s so dark out here.”

“Where are you?”

“By the pool.”

I deposited the night’s earnings in a safe and made my way to the door. I’d make sure he got up to his room at the very least.

“I don’t think I’d be a good father,” Skylar was saying.

“Why not?”

“I’m barely an adult myself. I can’t pay my bills on time, and I don’t eat enough dark leafy greens.”

I chuckled at his reasons. If he were sober, I might try to convince him otherwise, but these were the musings of a highly inebriated boy. “That’s why you have me. Daddy can help you with those things.”

“I’ve never had a good role model. And what if I screw up? I don’t want to fuck up someone else’s life too.”

“Everybody makes mistakes, darling. And we learn.”

He sighed and his gaze drifted upward, probably looking at the stars. “I like you,” he said softly, achingly.

“I like you too, baby.”

“We could be good together.”

“We are good together.”

“It’s not just the sex. At least not for me. ”

I nodded as a pleasant warmth unfurled inside me. “No, not for me either.”

His summoner shifted then. He must have laid it on his stomach because I could only see the point of his chin and his face tilted upward. His soft regular breaths indicated that he may have fallen asleep. I hustled over to the Purple Pegasus and found him sleeping in a lawn chair, barefoot and in his pajamas. Monica must have already gone to bed.

“Up we go,” I said as I scooped him into my arms.

“You’re here? Or am I dreaming?”

“Daddy’s here, and I’m taking you up to your room now.”

“Will you tuck me in?”

I nodded and carried him upstairs. After placing him gently in bed, I glanced over to see that Monica was asleep on top of the covers, so I turned down one side of the blankets for her to use in case she got cold during the night. Then I tended to Skylar, rearranging him so that I could pull back the bedding and tuck him underneath.

“Stay with me till I fall asleep,” he said sleepily.

I lay down beside him while he drifted off again. Long, black lashes fanned across his cheeks, and his delicate features were even softer when relaxed. “Good night, Daddy,” he murmured. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“You're welcome. Good night, baby boy.”

As I watched him sleep, a calm sense of certainty stole over me. I was absolutely smitten with this sweet fae angel, and come hell or high water, I was going to do everything in my power to prove to Skylar Larkspur that I was worthy of his love and loyalty.

Not just for now, but forever.