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The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 79

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Nine: Kenet

79: Kenet

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I suppose I should not have been shocked to find the sovereign lord and his mage in bed together.

Well, and I was not surprised by that. But given the shock I had just received, I treated them a bit more harshly than I should have, bursting in upon them as I did. They hurried to dress and present themselves before me, and then I told them that Sergetten had been snatched from us, and then they were the ones who were shocked. Indeed, if Solliran had not given him a good slap across the face, I think Tendrif might have collapsed into hysteria on the spot. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 79

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 78

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Eight: Jorin

78: Jorin

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My master did not tell me which room he was in. He expected me to find him.

A lesser man might have asked the servants of the household where he could be found. I had no such need. I took a few steps into the shadowed hallway, the shrouds of evening thickening even as I did, and closed my eyes.

He had described the connections between bonded masters and slaves as something like strings tying us together. If that was so, I felt the string tug somewhere around my navel. I went in the direction it suggested. I went down the hall and down a set of stairs and pushed through a heavy wooden door into a bedroom.

The door shut behind me as I stepped in and slipped to my knees without opening my eyes. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 78

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 77

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Seven: Kenet

77: Kenet

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Holding Jorin’s hand, I followed Sergetten down the hallway to another room, then out onto what I thought was a balcony. I soon realized it was more of a terrace built into the side of the hill, looking down over all of Port Aris. The sun was setting behind us and I realized with a start that we must have slept the day away.

Dug out of the hill was an oval pool, large enough for several men to stand in, and water flowed from somewhere above, down a tiled channel, and then flowed out of it to another pool below, and on down. I was surprised to find the water quite hot as I dipped my foot into it. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 77

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 76

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Six: Jorin

76: Jorin

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How many times had I dreamed that Kenet was in my arms? I had long since lost count. And after all the men who had shared my body and touched my skin since last I had seen him, I had begun to doubt my memory of his scent was true.

If it is a dream, let me enjoy it for a while, I thought, as I buried my nose in golden strands and breathed deep. Oh, how my heart ached at that scent, even if imagined.

“Jorin,” he said, his voice sweet as well water to a thirsty man. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 76

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 75

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Five: Kenet

75: Kenet

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One moment, Lord Solliran had been about to consummate the deed I had fought for so long to stave off. The next moment, he was gone. I raised my head to find him sprawled in front of the large hearth, unmoving. A few wisps of smoke rose from the scorched edges of his thin shirt. I wondered for a moment why no one rushed to tend to their lord, then saw it appeared everyone in the room had been knocked from their feet.

I stood to better survey the scene, and various men also began to rise. “Stay down!” I commanded. “Don’t…” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 75

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 74

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Four: Jorin

74: Jorin

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I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.

“No spilling,” he warned.

“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 74

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 73

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Three: Kenet

73: Kenet

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I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.

“Master,” I whispered.

One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.

“Must you stay down there?” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 73

Capricious: Epilogue

Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is the Epilogue.

Epilogue

 

If it hadn’t been for the horns, she wouldn’t have recognized him as a satyr at all. The only thing Greek she could tell about the young man was his Roman nose. The rest of him was generic European–blond hair, gray eyes, and pale skin. His hooves were not visible, clad as he was in loose cargos and hiking boots. Her hair was dark; like his nose, it was the last vestige of her myth’s native people, the dying notes of the Navajo in her blood. He sat a little ways apart from the other myth-folk, arms around his knees, practically screaming “introvert.” Trish stopped a few feet away from him, waiting to be noticed. Her bare toes dug into the sand, and she kicked a little at him.

“Hey,” she said. Continue reading Capricious: Epilogue

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 72

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Two: Jorin

72: Jorin

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I must have lost consciousness, for I do not remember Sergetten dismounting me, and when I woke, I was in a low tent in pitch darkness, wrapped in something warm. I could hear the wind rustling the trees overhead and making the fabric of the tent whisper. I shifted my weight to roll onto my back and realized I was between two warm bodies. As I came to rest, a familiar hand settled on my chest, Sergetten’s.

But another hand slid up my thigh then, and a wet mouth found mine for a quick kiss. Kan. “Welcome back,” he murmured. His hand slid further up my leg, toward my milksacks, but he drew his hand back suddenly, as if burned. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 72