Clav

I hate how much I enjoy Tarsus' cock down my throat, how I love the way their fat length makes my lips stretch around it until my jaw aches. I cling to their hips while they plunge inside my mouth, and I hate how much I relish the saltiness of their pre-cum, how I want to swallow them down again.

They're trying to be punishing about it, shoving their massive dick as much as they're able down my tight human throat and holding it there until I can't breathe, until chokes are wracking my body and tears are streaming down my face. Then, just when stars appear in my line of vision, they pull out, allowing me to drag in a few starving breaths of air before doing it again.

I know if I told them to stop, they would. And I'm enjoying this far too much to do so. Instead, I pretend like I have no choice in the matter, just like I did last night.

"Look at me," they order quietly, holding their dick in my mouth and sealing off my air pipes. They pull out. Sucking air into my lungs, I glare up at them through the tears in my eyes. Cupping my face with one hand, they use their thumb to wipe away the tears and lean down so their long, straight nose is inches from my face. I notice how the gold-to-red ombré eyeshadow shimmers in the firelight like the scales of a koi, matching their bathrobe, and how their full lips are begging to be tasted.

"I'm not going to lie, icle. You're fucking phenomenal in your human form." They shake their head, staring at me in wonder. "If only it were true, and you really did change."

They're about to straighten, but I lean forward and crash my lips against theirs.

They stiffen as I comb my fingers into their long, white locks, before wrapping my fist around the base of one of their antlers and pulling their head closer so our mouths smash together.

And they let me. They let me press my tongue to the seam of their lips. They allow me access to explore their mouth.

If I were truly the bad guy here, this would be a perfect opportunity to take advantage of Tarsus, because they're leaning into the kiss, they're letting down their guard and softening beneath my touch as their tongue gently explores my own mouth.

Our lips still pressed together, I stumble to my feet and back Tarsus against the bed. The backs of their knees hit the bed and they sit down, allowing me to shove their silk bathrobe off their shoulders and arms while they tug my towel off my waist.

They must believe that I truly am as powerless as I appear, that they could easily put me in a choke hold or throw me across the room if the need arose, because they let me take control. With our mouths still locked together, they scoot back so we're both fully on the bed. I press my knees into the bed on either side of them so I'm straddling their hips. Our hard cocks touch, and Tarsus sucks in a sharp breath, showing me just how much I affect them. That only serves to make me want them more. I grip both our cocks in one hand and grind our hips together. Breaking off the kiss, Tarsus throws their head back, releasing a low growl that makes my insides combust.

"F-fuck, icle." They grab my ass and pull me tight against them as they grind into me while their other hand pulls my head down for another full, wet kiss. Gripping the base of their antlers, I grind against them. I'm not sure how long I can hold it. Not with our skin brushing together, our cocks grinning together. They fall back on the bed, taking me with them, and I fist the sheets by their head with one hands while running my other hand down the muscles of their abdomen while I hump them. Their hair is messily strewn across the pillow, their eyes closed in surrender.

The skin between our hips grows sticky with precum and sweat as we grind up against each other, the headboard slamming against the wall. I briefly wonder if Aden can hear us down the hall, and I desperately hope he can. I hope he storms in here to see what's going on. More than anything, I hope he joins in on the action.

The vision of a fuck-train between the three of us is my undoing. Still straddling Tarsus' hips, I sit up as ribbons of cum paint Tarsus' stomach. They watch, too, and the sight must do it for them, because then they're ejaculating, ropes of white cream mixing with my own. It's so hot. I throw my head back, a deep moan escaping me at the intense orgasm. Exhaustion washes over me, and I fall to the bed beside Tarsus while we both catch our breath.

I look over at them. They're staring at the ceiling, their throat convulsing in a hard swallow. They look torn, like they can't decide whether they regret our fucking or enjoyed it as much as I did. Probably a bit of both.

"Is that what it was like?" I ask.

They turn their head to look at me, massive antlers shifting. "What we had was even better. Because it was real."

"Everything we just did was real. To me, at least."

Something in their eyes shifts. For a moment, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability in their expression. No hate and vitriol. No brooding. Just a broken fae who lost the man they loved. But the walls climb back up in their eyes, and they sit up abruptly.

"You might have lost my trust," they say, using a cloth to clean themselves. "You might have lost your dignity when you showed your true colors." They toss me the cloth, and I begin cleaning up. "But even your human form has got it."

They don't waste any time before they're standing from the bed and pulling their bathrobe back on, securing the sash around their waist. They offer a cold smile, all hints of attraction and longing gone from their silver eyes.

"Now that I've got you out of my system, we can move forward and do what Aden brought you here to do."

"And what's that?" I breathe.

"Meet with Mother Terra and make her stop the eruption."

With that, they stride out of the room, but pause at the door. "You'll be staying in here from now on. In the guest room. But don't think for a moment that you could escape. I have an army keeping an eye on you." Then he steps out, leaving me both sated and hungry for more.

*

The first time Tarsus fucked my mouth, I knew it was a power move. Something to put me in my place and show me who's boss. Since I'm such a terrible person with no place in this realm, they saw no reason not to use me as their fuck toy.

But tonight…tonight ended on a more intimate note. They let me in, however little that was. I caught a glimpse of the Tarsus Aden must have fallen for. I…felt something for them.

It's clear that Aden is right—Tarsus is still desperately longing for some remnant of what we had before. There wasn't as much fucking tonight as there was making love, though Tarsus would deny it to the end.

Even after all these years, they're not over me. I would be almost disappointed if they decided not to fuck me at this point. Because now that I know it's not a power play, now that I know they actually want me, despite who they think I am, I want them too. Though I'd never admit that to them.

As I doze off, another one of those dreams—which could only be described as ancient memories of my past life—unfolds in my memories.

Power surges through me as I sit on the Throne of Bones and place the Crown of Teeth upon my brow. As a spine prince, I had the ability to dabble in a little bit of magic, but I have never felt anything near to what I'm experiencing now. The human bones of the throne rattle as my dead father's powers surge into me, as the land claims and recognizes me as its sovereign.

The entire court senses that power. And even though I killed my father, his severed head on the floor by my feet, everyone who once bowed to him demonstrates loyalty to me.

Straightening, I curl my fingers around the arms of the throne, leaning into the heady power as it fills my own bones.

"All hail your new leader, Sovereign icle," General Ulna shouts to the court, and they all fall to their knees before me. We all knew this day would come, but I doubt anyone saw it coming this soon.

Still, even with every knee bowing before me, even with this new, barely controllable power surging through my veins, there's only one pair of eyes I look for.

Tarsus stands in the back of the throne room, mouth agape in horror as they stare at my father's severed head by my feet, his antlers sawn off and a red blood forming a puddle on the black marble floor.

"Tarsus," I say, my voice carrying an authority I didn't even know I was capable of as it booms through the room. I hold out a hand. "Come."

Obediently, my step-sibling walks through the parting crowd. Everyone stares, probably wondering whether I'm going to kill Tarsus, too, just to eliminate any threats to my throne. But I take Tarsus' long fingers into my hand and lead them to the throne beside me. The throne my mother used to occupy before she died. The throne Tarsus' mother used to sit in before she, too, passed away.

Now it's theirs. And we'll rule the Spine Empire together, hand in hand, with no fear of judgment and no terror of my father ending them.