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“You do like some sweetness, don’t you?" asked Oriel. “You wanted me to scratch your ears just like a little kitty.”
“Yes, but I’ll let you do what you want,” Roth breathed.
Oriel had never played with anyone who liked this kind of treatment. He’d spanked, caned, and flogged a few partners before, but he’d never drawn blood. If they were equal now, he could give Roth something he wanted before they split. He was also rather curious now that he could think straight and wasn’t consumed with rage.
He slid the knife down. Roth’s erection brushed the back of his hand, and he put the blade against the shaft to test his reaction, although he wouldn’t dare make a slice anywhere near there.
“Fuuuck,” groaned Roth.
Oriel moved the knife, pinned him facedown, and straddled him. “I better not hear another word out of your mouth, slut.”
Chapter Twelve
Even though Roth could heal himself, he couldn’t make the few blood spots on the sheets go away. The servants would certainly notice that, so Oriel held still as Roth gave him a good bite and went deeper than normal too.
“Fuck,” he swore now that he wouldn’t be punished.
Roth wrapped his arms around Oriel’s bare chest as he growled into his neck.
Oriel grunted as he felt the skin tear a bit. The servants would see that tomorrow and think he’d bled a little on the sheets, so he didn’t complain. Strangely, it was also rather erotic, and a strange feeling shot down to his dick. “For someone that enjoys pretending to be attacked, you’re also like a fucking animal.”
Roth withdrew his fangs and let out a rough laugh against the back of Oriel’s hair. “It’s like an instinct to mark you and hold you still. The neck is such a sensitive area too.”
“I know, but still…I’ve never been with a cat fairy."
It was similar to bird fairies who started preening the feathers on their head and letting them out more to impress a potential life mate. They’d also start looking for shiny gifts to give. Instinct partly guided them.
Oriel reached up to scratch Roth’s ears which made him twitch and practically shiver. “All of your type was interested in someone else back home, so it’s not something I have actual experience with.”
“If you keep doing that…”
“I’m tired. My dick needs a rest.”
Roth managed to peel off his limbs to sit by him on the edge of the bed. “I know you’ll be gone tomorrow night, but remember, I’m still the Master, you’re the slave, and you wouldn’t raise a hand to me if I was about to stick you with my sword. When the servants come in, act meek.”
“I know. I did say something once.”
Roth tilted his head. “What?”
Oriel recounted that little incident with the woman who had been looking at him, and Roth huffed as he cocked his ears. “You’re lucky she said nothing. Maybe Father hasn’t asked them about your attitude, or she feels sorry for you, but still…”
“What about you?”
“Hm?”
“When I’m gone, you said he’ll punish you.”
Roth shrugged and looked away. “I’ll get through it.”
Oriel side-eyed him. “That’s not-”
“You don’t have to worry about it. You’ve got your own problems coming up. If I can't find the key to your collar tomorrow, that's another issue added. I don't have any way to remove it, and you won't have your magic.”
“But you’re not what I thought you were. I don’t want to leave you to him and…” Something occurred to Oriel as he remembered the cobwebs on the cage like it had sat there for ages. He’d vaguely thought that someone else had been in there before, although he'd been far more concerned about his own suffering at the moment. “Has he ever taken you to that room before?” Roth’s jaw tightened. “Answer me.”
Roth kept his face turned away as his ears flattened. “Once.”
Oriel turned to face him fully. “What the fuck?!”
