“And the treaties have one clause that covers all,” Seldon whispered. “Full on invasion by all Kingdoms if a Royal is harmed.”
Geodin gasped. “He’s sacrificing himself for this Kingdom?”
“Let’s hope he has more than one trick up his sleeve, then,” Roardon said.
Seldon tried to listen in, but he had no idea how far they were taken away. An hour crawled by while they waited in silence—the only sounds were from Geodin’s sobbing.
Then the doors to the room with the cells opened, and Elakdon was hauled in along with the man who’d raped Seldon. He looked horrible and was shaking. The soldiers opened the cell door and pushed Elakdon through, his muscles not fully cooperating. Maybe from the cattle prod? At least Seldon hoped it was just that and not raped energy, but he was far from as harmed as Seldon had been. And he was conscious. Then the soldier was thrown through, too.
“Don’t leave me in here!” he begged and scrambled toward the door.
Elakdon smiled sardonically. “Why wouldn’t you be? Changeling!”
“No, I’m not one of you freaks.”
“You are now, cub, and you’re just in time. Grand Sire Seldon is hungry.”
Seldon turned his gaze on the soldier who visibly paled at the sight.
“No, it was just my job. Come on, you know what that’s like.”
Seldon did. He whipped those he was told to, but there was a very big difference between harming someone like raped energy did, and whipping someone for an indiscretion big enough to earn them that level of pain. “Oh, I do know. Unfortunately for me, the rape has left me unable to feed.”
“Your muscles still don’t work?” Elakdon asked, coming closer. “Come here.” Elakdon picked Seldon up and placed him on the mattress. He caressed Seldon’s chest, and his hunger boner filled fully. Elakdon palmed Seldon’s erection while he straddled him. “Give me a dose.”
Seldon released one from his dick, and Elakdon used it to prep himself. He then worked Seldon into himself, and Seldon stayed still. Not that he didn’t want to participate, but his body wouldn’t let him. Warmth spread around his cock, and the King’s dose made him shiver as the warmth spread and soothed the pains in his muscles.
Elakdon set a slow pace, his head rolling back and a soft groan escaping him. It occurred to Seldon that Elakdon hadn’t needed a lot of prep work. Had the soldier raped him to? And if so, why wasn’t he in pain?
“Dose me, Seldon, dose me good.”
Seldon did. He released what he had left, and Elakdon looked like he was in a bit of pain. It then occurred to Seldon that Elakdon had dosed the soldier through his anal gland and that had sparked the change. Lucky for them the soldier was a Changeling, or Elakdon would have been in serious trouble.
Pleasure built, and Seldon let go of the negative thoughts to enjoy the King’s body and dose. More sounds of feeding mingled and Geodin and Roardon went at it on the other mattress.
A glance at the soldier showed him he sat huddled in a corner and cried. Seldon loved the King for turning the soldier. He wasn’t beautiful enough to have deserved the change, but Seldon was pretty sure they’d find a way to make him a part of the Cubi society anyway. At least they’d have someone to run Labor in the new House of Beaudon. And Seldon hoped he would be allowed to train him.
Chapter Twenty-One
T he ride back East was going to be long and boring, and they probably wouldn’t make it in Aaron’s hunk of junk. Levidon had said it didn’t matter, and Daniel trusted he knew what to do. The man had been trained for hundreds of years to protect him, after all.
“Turn left here,” Levidon suddenly said from his place on the back seat.
“Okay, why?” Aaron asked, but he was already making the turn.
“We’re receiving new orders from the Grand Council.”
“What’s that?” Aaron whispered to Daniel.
“My advisors. All orders from them are to be followed.”
“Unless I deem it impossible or counterproductive in the situation we’re in,” Levidon said. “Like if the street had been filled with soldiers.”
Aaron just nodded, going with the flow. Daniel liked that about him. He’d changed so much since they’d known each other, and he hoped they still had enough in common to rekindle their close friendship.
“Park in the parking basement up to your right.”
Aaron followed Levidon’s order, and they left the car, Levidon taking Aaron’s bag. They made it up to the huge shopping center, and Levidon ripped the lock and chain to the gates with one forceful yank.
“Holy fuck, you’re strong!” Aaron said.
“Yes,” Levidon said, opened the gate, and let them pass. He didn’t even smile at the remark, and Daniel’s nerves rose at the somber expression. Was he expecting resistance? Daniel kept his question to himself, though—he didn’t want to disturb Levidon and split his attention, plus he didn’t want to spook Aaron more than he probably already was.
Noise moved in on them, and Levidon looked up. A helicopter approached. “Stay by the wall.” Levidon pulled Daniel behind himself and held an arm across Aaron’s chest. The helicopter landed, and someone jumped out, gesturing with his arms. “That’s our cue, keep your heads down!” Levidon shouted, pointing Aaron ahead. Levidon put his arm around Daniel and kept him covered as they ran for the chopper. They got in, and Daniel had barely strapped in before it lifted off and left the city.
Levidon placed a headset on his own head, then on Daniel’s and Aaron’s.
“Won’t the military think of us leaving in a helicopter?” Aaron asked.
“Probably, but this one belongs to a very rich human,” Levidon said.
“One who knows about us?”
“Yes, he’s been buying doses from us.”
Daniel remembered hearing about that, but how could a human use it if it took a Cubus to suck it out and not just leave the human overdosed? So he asked.
“In order to be used by humans, it has to be cut with male or female ejaculation fluid from the same Cubus,” Levidon said. “That’ll remove the unwanted properties of the dose but it has to be ingested immediately after its cut or it’ll regain its properties. Other enzymes in the human body will keep it from reversing once inside and leave the human capable of soothing the lust daze himself or with a partner.”
“We stopped giving doses.”
“A Guard Lord has dropped one off and produced the semen for the man to use.”
“Yuck,” Daniel mumbled.
“Yuck, My Prince?”
“A human doing a shot of an Incubus’ semen is in human eyes, fucking disgusting. I’d like a shot of semen, though.”
“I’ll have one for you when we land, My Prince.”
Daniel glanced at the Guard Lord, noticing the cocky grin. He could understand why Marcadon had warmed to the Lord, other than his skillful hips and perky ass.
“Excuse me,” Aaron said, leaning forward. “Female ejaculation?”
“Yes, Succubi ejaculate,” Levidon said. “Don’t female humans?”
“Rarely,” Aaron said.
“Hmm…” Levidon looked off in contemplation. “Then maybe the ones who can ejaculate have the gland and are Changelings?”
Daniel hadn’t thought about that. He’d have to look into that.
“Where are we going to land?” Daniel asked instead.
“Utah. Your Kingdom owns a small park there. We have a big lodge up there, and Grand Lord Neardon is waiting for us.”
“Caledon and Marcadon?”
“I haven’t been told anything, My Prince, but I suspect they’re being directed there, too.”
Daniel nodded, happy to hear that, yet he immediately thought about the ones captured. “The humans, they haven’t caught others, right?”
“I haven’t been told about others, no.”
The day caught up with Daniel now that he sat down and knew he was on his way away from Vegas and the soldiers. The helicopter was noisy, but it was so
rhythmic that it seemed soothing. Daniel leaned his head on Levidon’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Just for a minute. He just needed a minute.
* * * *
Caledon kept glancing at Marcadon, noticing the shivers racing through him. They’d been in the car for almost three hours, and there was no room to fuck in the back seat, so Caledon had started out with dosing Marcadon and let him suck him off twice to suck the dose out. But it wasn’t enough.
“We’ll be there in a few minutes, then I’ll feed you properly.”
“Thank you, My Lord,” Marcadon said, not taking his eyes off the side of the road. “Have we heard from any of the others?”
“Not yet.”
A big lodge finally came into view, and Caledon looked forward to feeding. Except he suddenly remembered Marcadon needing ointment. “How’s your ass?”
Marcadon chuckled and glanced at him before moving around a bit. “Could be way better. Seriously, I think I need another one to help suck those doses out of me because Levi simply can’t deny my pleas to get fucked hard when under the influence of four or five doses, but my ass can’t take it in the long run.”
“Have you asked him to ignore you?”
“Yes, and he even tries, but as he puts it, he fucking loves my ass.”
Caledon chuckled, but he also knew he’d make things worse for Marcadon if he insisted on topping two doses because Marcadon didn’t heal fast enough yet. Remembering his own Empowerment and first years, he never wanted to put any Mingler or red-eye through that if he could avoid it. Especially not his lover’s son.
“Is there another Guard Lord in your sights as a harem Lord?”
“Lord Afdon, maybe.”
Great. A Lord that wasn’t there. “Fine, you get to top, but you’ll be careful with me.” Caledon pointed at him, giving him a pointed stare.
“Yes, My Lord.”
The car stopped and they exited, heading quickly to the lodge. They entered, and Caledon looked around, finding a door with a Cubi-symbol on it, telling them it was the entrance. Caledon took Marcadon there while glancing around in the foyer, but he didn’t see anyone thinking it odd that they came in from the dark wearing dark glasses. He went through the door without knocking, holding it open for Marcadon to quickly slip through, too.
“May I help…you.” The woman then switched to Cubi. “The doors shall be open.”
“To the people of Dahlidin,” Caledon finished in Cubi.
“Welcome,” the woman said, coming closer.
“We need a room as soon as possible, I need to feed the cub.” Caledon pointed to Marcadon.
“I shall get you one immediately. Who is your House Lord?”
“I am House Lord Caledon of House Three under Grand Lord Ildon.”
The woman looked at him, puzzled. “A House Lord outside his House?”
“Grand Lord Ildon sent me. He’s taking care of my House. Please?” Caledon pointed toward the second door in the room, and the woman nodded, taking them through it.
“I only asked because Grand Lord Neardon is here.”
“Are we expecting more Cubi on their way?” Caledon asked.
“Yes, eight more are coming in,” she answered and showed them down the next hall.
Caledon hoped and prayed it was Daniel and Seldon coming in.
The woman stopped them in front of a room and handed them a key. “This wing is soundproof.”
“Thank you.”
The woman left, and Caledon opened the door.
“Is it me or did she smell human?”
“Yes, she did, but she knew the code and spoke Cubi. Could be a lover of a Cubus.” As soon as they’d stepped inside the room, Caledon could hear Marcadon’s breathing growing heavy from hunger, and there was nothing holding them from feeding now. Caledon undressed on his way to the bed, tossing his clothes on the floor as he went. Marcadon was right behind him, and Caledon gasped when Marcadon grasped him around the middle to turn him in his arms and plant a hungry kiss on his lips.
Okay, so the son was as intense as his father if you got them one on one. Caledon had dosed Marcadon as a House Lord at a dinner party once, and he’d enjoyed playing with the hungry and dosed cub, but this was an entirely different situation. Caledon felt honored to be entrusted with Marcadon’s wellbeing—both as the son of a lover and as the Fountain of their Prince.
One thing was for sure—he’d better get the lube and get his ass ready soon because the pole pressing against him was going to be trouble if he didn’t.
“Lube,” Caledon gasped as Marcadon’s mouth traveled south. Marcadon turned and let go of Caledon who in turn tripped over the edge of the bed and fell onto it. Marcadon and his huge cock climbed onto the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand. He pumped an excessive amount into his hand and brought it to Caledon’s ass, pressing in a finger.
Caledon hadn’t been that nervous about a feeding for a long time. “Take it slow, okay? I haven’t had a cock your size in a while, and I know you can go slow.”
“Oh, I can go slow, but a dose your strength can be a problem, too.” Marcadon dove in for another kiss, working the finger in and out.
Caledon grabbed the back of Marcadon’s head and directed it to a nipple which Marcadon went to town on while working in another finger. It heightened Caledon’s pleasure, and he relaxed to enjoy the hungry cub, still feeling nervous about the penetration. A third finger moved in to stretch him, and Caledon tried to relax even more.
Marcadon finally sat back, his eyes were dark red. “Maybe you should be on top.”
“Not if you’re in pain.”
“Then ride me.”
Caledon pushed Marcadon over and climbed to straddle him. He kept his gaze locked on Marcadon’s ruggedly handsome face as he worked that big cock into himself because he wanted to be able to gauge the cub’s self-control before he lost it, grabbed Caledon’s hips, and impaled him painfully. But Marcadon held it together pretty well. Once Caledon had bottomed out, he set a rhythm that fit him well as a starter, and once he felt prepared for more, he leaned in and released two doses, thinking he might chicken out if he only gave one, and Marcadon definitely needed two to avoid the Cubi cold.
Marcadon groaned loudly and quaked before reaching back and grabbed the wooden headboard hard enough for the wood to crack under his strength.
Caledon laughed. “You haven’t gotten used to the quick rise in strength, huh?”
“No, oh shit, oh God, more.” Marcadon squeezed his eyes shut and shivered while Caledon pushed back harder and harder. It was pretty easy to see when Marcadon felt somewhat satisfied with the tempo and power of the thrusts because his frown smoothed out, and he moaned softly and continuously.
Okay, so Marcadon didn’t lose as much control as Caledon had feared he would if topping. That was the reason he’d stayed in the room when Daniel had empowered him the first time. That Daniel topped definitely had something to do with it, but also that Daniel could manipulate his feeding partner in ways Caledon couldn’t.
Caledon closed his eyes and focused solely on receiving pleasure, and after eight hundred years, he’d learned to make his body climb toward climax pretty fast.
But by the sound of the headboard cracking more, Marcadon needed way more than Caledon could give from this position.
“Please,” Marcadon whispered.
“I’m going to come soon, oh God, when I come, you can take over,” Caledon whispered, and a fist closed around his cock while fingers found a nipple and fondled. Caledon shivered as the climax moved in, and now he was happy he’d dosed Marcadon twice. He would surely have chickened out.
The orgasm barreled through Caledon, and he looked down to see Marcadon’s mouth open to try to catch the jets. Worked okay, considering he was the one pointing Caledon’s cock at his mouth. What he didn’t catch, he scooped up and ate greedily giving Caledon a moment to enjoy the aftermath.
Marcadon flopped them over, his body shivering. He entered Caledon somewhat controlled, and t
hat was it. Marcadon forced his arms under Caledon’s back and grasped his shoulders, keeping Caledon in place while setting a tempo of deep and hard thrusts that almost hurt. He needed stimuli of some sort.
“Dose my ass, Marca. Dose it. As much as you want,” Caledon managed to gasp.
A dose released to spread warmth, and something wet ran down his neck, too. Then Marcadon came, but since he was still under the second dose, the onslaught to Caledon’s ass didn’t let up. Marcadon just released another dose and thrusted harder.
But the doses helped Caledon cope, and holding on for dear life, Caledon focused on his body and the pleasure it had to receive to climb to ecstasy. Another dose released, and Caledon’s ass was finally ready to receive the pounding it was getting.
Marcadon came again, dosed Caledon again, and thrust harder.
Caledon focused on the four doses in his ass, and everything became deliciously sensitive. Finally, his body climbed toward orgasm along with Marcadon’s more and more desperate thrusts. Marcadon came again ten thrusts before Caledon finally tipped over the edge, but it was no masterpiece of an orgasm, that was for sure. It was a duty fuck, and he felt spoiled because the past month had consisted mainly of intense, intimate, and loving feeding which heightened the strength of orgasms.
Marcadon disentangled himself and flopped onto his side next to Caledon whose ass leaked and throbbed.
“You’re definitely an acquired taste.”
“I’m sorry,” Marcadon said, and Caledon looked at him. He looked sorry. Heartbroken actually.
Caledon turned to caress his cheek. “Not your fault. I knew going in that we aren’t compatible feeders, but I’m going to feed you as long as necessary.”
Marcadon nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you, My Lord.”
“Come on, under the covers. We need some rest.”
Marcadon shuffled under the covers and covered Caledon, too. He contemplated getting up and cleaning off, but, truth be told, he was too spent. So he fell asleep with cum and dose leaking from his ass and his own final orgasm sticking to his stomach.
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