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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

Capricious: Chapter 65

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

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Sixty-Five.

Chapter 65

 

It threatened to storm the morning of the wedding. Sally took care of that. It took another couple of fae spells to turn it warm before three, when Sally met Luke by the sunflower patch.

She let her father give her away. Her dress was simple, new white satin to her bare feet. She wore her grandmother’s gray shawl, the one piece of weaving the impoverished Navajo woman had kept for herself, hand spun from a favorite ewe’s last fleece. It represented the grand sum of all Sally knew about her grandmother. She borrowed Allison’s mother-of-pearl butterfly hair clips, and a small stone of turquoise in a silver pendant. Luke wore a white shirt, black slacks, and suspenders under a dark red vest. His hair behaved. They each thought the other resplendent. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 65

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 71

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-One: Kenet

71: Kenet

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My cock stayed angry red and erect all the next day. As Roichal strapped me into my wooden seat for that night’s work, Siphal commented on my aching member. Men would pay more, he said, for a mouth whore “in heat.” Each customer enjoyed the fantasy, he explained, that although the whores are jaded to their lot, he is somehow special. Each man believed himself more virile, more attractive, than the other customers, so much so that for him even whores would become aroused.

Roichal asked him then how much more they would pay. Siphal bent his head close. “Are you still seeking an audience with the court mage?” Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 71

Capricious: Chapter 64

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

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Sixty-Four.

Chapter 64

 

Sally’s parents were waiting for them when Luke and Sally arrived at the house. The air was heavy with suspicion and alarm, which Sally disarmed with a hug around her father’s middle. She said into his chest, “I’m sorry I can’t tell you.”

Wilson’s eyes softened, and he kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “I know you can’t. I’m just glad you’re OK.” Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 64

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 70

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: Jorin

70: Jorin

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We passed along the edges of blighted fields the next night, where the crops had already been plowed under when they should have been in full fruit. We ate well enough of spawning fish the next day, though, while resting and watering our horses. I knew little of how to survive off the land and I wondered where Sergetten had learned it, but I did not ask.

I also did not ask, when we stopped to get some sleep in the hour before dawn, when we would next attempt a spell. Instead, I held my tongue, and waited for him to say.

We set up a small shelter in the trees in case of rain, suspending an oiled cloak slantwise above is, another below us on a bed of leaves and ferns. He slipped from his clothes and then asked for mine, stowing them in the dry pack and then beckoning me into his arms. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 70

Capricious: Chapter 63

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

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Sixty-Three.

Chapter 63

 

Luke sat in the passenger seat, exhausted but smiling, and Charlie sat braced and wincing in the back seat while Sally recounted her aerial battle with Brent and his flying machine. Her dark hair was a mess; she’d thrown on an old baseball cap of Charlie’s from the depths of the trunk, drawing a ponytail through the hole in the back to keep it corralled. With every dramatic gesture she made, the ponytail flipped up or back or around, mimicking her excitement. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 63

The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 69

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 Sixty-Nine: Kenet

69: Kenet

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If ever I doubted that one man’s milk tasted different from another’s, I doubted it no longer after taking as many as I did as a mouth whore in Port Aris.

I was set to work in a stall in the bathhouse, where the air was full of steam and sweat and some sweet flower I did not recognize. I needn’t have feared for my virtue, as I was neither alone nor was my arse even visible to customers, though my cock was. There were six of us, each strapped to a kind of wooden seat in the center of the room, our backs to each other and the wooden dividers between us fanning out like the petals of a flower. The dividers were about the height of a man’s chest, so the men we serviced could chat with each other easily, yet not see each other’s cocks nor the boys who sucked them unless they craned their necks over the low walls. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 69