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“Good boy,” Rainier mumbled against his shoulder. “You feel so good, Kitten, I wish I could stay buried in your ass.”
As Felix trembled over the bench, he didn’t want to move either.
“I liked this,” Rainier whispered. “I’ll think I’ll definitely have to take you outside again to fuck you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Rainier struggled to ignore the smell of roasting meat from a nearby stall over a month later as they watched a man fumble a trick. A bunch of hidden cards fell out of his sleeve, and half of the crowd busted out laughing at him.
“Oops,” Felix said in a low voice.
The accident certainly distracted Rainier as the man rushed to pick up the dropped cards while his face grew redder and redder.
“Someone’s going to get the sack,” a woman shouted.
Some of the people started to disperse, and the man, having collected his cards, hurried off toward the troupe wagons to one side of the field.
“I think he’s done for the night." Rainier's stomach ached as his eyes landed on the nearby stall. Some people were buying skewers of the spiced meat.
Elira, he wanted one so bad. Weeks of only two half meals a day with salad were getting old. He hadn’t eaten breakfast in ages, and one day, when Felix had been racing up and down the hall while dragging Inky’s feather toy for the cat to chase, he’d tossed his dried fruit down the privy.
Worse, he was sure he didn’t look any thinner at all. Judging by a few disapproving glares he’d gotten from Mum in the past few weeks, he hadn’t lost any weight. In fact, he was positive he looked fatter.
For a moment, he was insanely jealous of Felix who had been nibbling on a mellyball pastry. His Kitten could eat whatever and have snacks during the day if he was hungry, and he looked utterly perfect naked or clothed.
Felix held up his pastry. “Do you want some?”
Rainier realized he’d been staring at the food like a damn, greedy idiot who didn’t know what the word control meant. “I’m good, Kitten, but thanks.”
“You haven’t eaten anything.”
“Sweets don’t appeal to me, remember?”
“They’ve got other stuff too,” said Felix.
“I’m not hungry.”
How he hated lying to Felix.
At least the traveling fair was fun. The group had set up outside of the city, and a few businesses from Rosewood had put up stalls to draw more customers. More than one fairy was drunk thanks to a couple selling ale.
The traveling fair itself consisted of acrobats, jugglers, musicians, and various other people who could do tricks including dangerous ones like swallowing swords. Thankfully, only the magic card man had messed up with his act.
It was past dark, but the fair would probably go on until after midnight, and the citizens showed no signs of slowing down. Colored lanterns hung from ropes strung between high posts, and a couple of pixies kept fluttering overhead as they giggled.
Rainier kept his hood up. Since the air cooled at night, and he kept getting rather chilled easily, he was grateful for his cloak. Felix made a kissy noise and called to a pixie as he held up the last bit of his pastry. She swooped in, grabbed it, and flew off while holding it above her head and squealing.
“Pixies are amazing,” said Felix.
Rainier wrapped an arm around his shoulder and chuckled. “They are pretty adorable.”
“How come they can’t talk much? They’re basically like tiny humans or fairies.”
“I don’t know,” said Rainier. “It’s one of those mysteries.”
Mum had wrinkled her nose when Rainier had said he’d be going to the fair. She probably thought he was stuffing himself with cheap snacks, and for a moment, shame made his empty stomach hurt worse.
It had almost made him not want to go, but Felix had seemed excited about it, and he loved going out with his pet even if they simply went riding in the surrounding forests.
