by Jana Downs
Fae Scandals 1
Prince of Submission
Corrin DeMarco is a prince of the light court of Fae whose days of freedom are about to end. He only has a week before he must return to his kingdom and start his training to be king. Though it’s forbidden, he engages in an illustrious affair, never expecting to meet the man who would become his fantasy.
Adrian Cadence is a prince of the dark court of Fae who was kicked out of the Seelie kingdom for his love of other men. When he runs into Corrin he’s drawn to the Seelie prince who likes to dabble in darkness, and an unexpected proposal leads to a night of passion.
A cross-country pursuit, an unconventional courtship, and an opportunity to find love will make Corrin face his desires. But he will have to decide if love is enough for him to shrug off duty and turn his back on everything he’s been taught in order to become Adrian’s Prince of Submission.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), BDSM, Fantasy
Length: 42,164 words
PRINCE OF SUBMISSION
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Chapter One
“Prince Corrin! Prince Corrin! Now that you’re graduating from NYU, what are your plans?” A reporter shoved a microphone into the face of the prince of the Seelie Fae, the light court, the beautiful ones, etc., etc., etc., as he came out of his last exam.
“There are rumors flying on the Internet that you are taking some friends down to New Orleans for a graduation bash, any truth in that?” another crowed.
“What about Mariah? Is she really your new girlfriend?”
“Prince Corrin!”
The flash of fifty cameras momentarily blinded the annoyed twenty-four-year-old. Yet he pasted on a charismatic smile as he’d been taught and tried to push through the wall of human paparazzi.
“I have no comment on my graduation plans at this time. The royal family will host a conference this evening to make those announcements. Please, move. I’m trying to get to the dorm room, guys. You know how the administration is, got to have it cleaned out by four, and I’m already running behind.” Corrin’s voice was smooth and silky, invading the minds of the reporters and making them instantaneously desire to meet his wishes.
The subtle glamour magick that Corrin used was technically illegal. However, the authorities had thus far looked the other way when it came to the pushy cameramen that practically stalked the Faery Prince like dogs with a bone. Where were his bodyguards? Exasperation pooled inside him as the feel of sweaty human bodies pressed close to him, making him feel inexorably damp and dirty.
“Get the hell out of the way!” a voice like thunder rumbled from somewhere behind the blinding flash of cameras. A muscled arm broke through the arms of the human wall and grasped his forearm. Corrin was pulled through with a hard jerk.
“Thank god, Richard! What the hell took you so long?” Corrin grumped as he was forced ahead of the pack and then surrounded by the familiar shapes of his entourage.
He glanced behind him at the stern face of his head bodyguard. Richard was over six and a half feet tall, with dark-blue hair and matching azure-blue eyes, which were hidden by sunglasses of course. He was an elemental Fae. One of the few left in the royal guard. He specialized in water and could call a downpour in the clearest sky or a fog in the middle of a day with zero humidity. It was pretty impressive.
“Sorry, we were finishing clearing out your dorm room and lost track of time. I thought your test got out at one thirty,” Richard said, making a subtle signal so that the guards fell into a V formation on either side of them.
Corrin felt a flash of annoyance. “Well, it does officially, but I finished early so I could clean out the room. I told you I’d pack up myself, and I promised Gary I’d help him pack up his stuff as well. I told you that very specifically, Rich. Why didn’t you listen?”
“We received a phone call from your father. The king says no prince worth his salt would clean his own dorm room. Therefore, he instructed us to pack up your things and allow a maid service to come in and clean.” He paused. “We also assisted your roommate in packing his things. So, you needn’t worry.”
Corrin gritted his teeth and counted backward from ten. Only his father would dare completely disregard his wishes because he deemed them impractical. Thank goddess he had convinced his mother to approve his week-long graduation vacation to New Orleans. He was taking his two best friends, two humans who his father approved of solely because he thought that Corrin was sleeping with them, Mariah and Taylor. It was completely untrue of course, but they played it up for the cameras and in front of his famil
y. He’d even talked his mother into approving the vacation with no bodyguards. That in itself was a miracle.
For the first time in twenty-four years he was going to have an entire week to himself. The press conference was supposed to create a false trail so that they didn’t follow him and his friends down to the city below sea level. A lookalike was being paid to have a vacation in Cancun so that he could have his fun away from the cameras, and for that he was eternally grateful.
“We’re bringing the car around for you, my prince. Your father sent his private jet which is fueled and waiting for you. We’ll touchdown in North Carolina by five, and the press conference is at seven thirty. Also, we’re sending cars for both of your friends. They’ll be meeting us tomorrow morning at the airport,” Gael, the second-in-command of his guards, said. He was responsible for keeping Corrin’s world running smoothly, and since he was half-Brownie, he did the task with extraordinary skill.
Gael’s skin was a warm caramel tone, his hair a soft chestnut brown, and he had apple-green eyes. He was beautiful like the rest of his people, but his half-Brownie heritage showed in the nurturing manner in which he regarded those in his charge. Brownies were known to take care of human households, keeping them orderly and repairing anything that was in disarray. Gael kept Corrin’s schedule straight and also kept his 1972 Dodge Charger in perfect running condition, forever cementing him in Corrin’s good graces.
“Cool. Let’s get out of here then.” Corrin sighed as he took one last look around the campus he’d called home for the last five years and climbed into the waiting confines of the limousine.
* * * *
“We’ll be arriving shortly, Corrin,” Richard reminded as Corrin’s mind drifted. “The Seelie court has missed you greatly in your absence.”
“Yeah,” Corrin murmured, only half listening. He felt like he wasn’t able to breathe already. He could almost feel the combined weight of duty and responsibility as it came barreling toward him after his graduation. “I’m going to go freshen up and change. I’ll be right back.” He stood and nodded to his bodyguards. They moved out of his way so that he could retrieve his clothing bag from the small closet and navigate his way to the door that led into the hallway.
The Seelie court, also known as the light court, was located in the rolling hills of North Carolina right outside the small town of Sparta. The Fae had been there since the early nineteen hundreds, ever since the people of their court had tired of the constant chaos that was Europe. The world wars in particular influenced their decision to move court across the ocean to the relatively calm section of the United States. Of course, there were still a few Fae courts in Europe, but Corrin’s family wasn’t one of them.
The Fae government and their court had become one of the most intensely covered and documented organizations in the world. Corrin was a unique child in their world. Most of the Fae at court had grown up in an almost exclusively Fae world, but Corrin had straddled the fence in a lot of ways. He’d attended public schools in Sparta and had applied to a university the same as his human classmates.
Corrin had chosen NYU for several reasons. Firstly that it was far away from everything that was familiar. The countryside that was in his blood was beautiful, but Corrin wanted to experience something he’d never had the chance to. The sprawling New York streets had become his personal stomping grounds, and that suited him just fine. Not many Fae lived in the city, and for the first time Corrin had been surrounded by nothing but humans. He adored the brassy personalities of his human companions, completely at odds with the bowing and scraping of his Seelie peers.
Secondly he chose New York because NYU was the one place in the world where he could make his own decisions. His family was six hundred miles away. He made his decisions and lived his life answering to no one. He went to all the hottest clubs in New York, shopped at all the SoHo boutiques, and attended art shows galore that ignited a passion within him that knew no bounds.
Within the first semester of his college attendance, he was a declared fine arts and art history double major. His father had thrown a fit, demanding that he change his concentration to a more suitable one like biology or sexual psychology. He was, after all, a third-generation descendant of a fertility god.
Corrin had bucked at the demand, another first for him. Luckily his mother had interfered and claimed that the human media would enjoy the creativity of the major and added that perhaps he could sell some of his work. Reluctantly his father had agreed, though he drew the line at sending him to graduate school.
After the novelty had worn off, everyone at school had treated him like everyone else. He’d attended class, taken exams, and balanced a social life like every other college student. Without the pomp and patronage of the Seelie court, he’d flourished.
Corrin specialized in acrylic painting, and it became his obsession. Even as an undergraduate his paintings, which were shown under a pseudonym, raked in several hundred dollars apiece. His instructors had encouraged him to apply for graduate admissions at the university, but he’d been unable to assure them that he would. It was the one aspect of his college experience that he regretted.
Since it was after his graduation, he was being shipped back to the court to begin his training as the heir to the throne. This vacation was the last-ditch effort to experience the freedom of the human realm and the last time he’d be able to have free time with his friends. It seemed such a bittersweet moment to Corrin as he’d stared out the windows of the plane. It was made specifically for the transportation of Fae and was the only one of its kind. Instead of heaps of iron, it was a cool platinum structure.
Corrin stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt and donned a soft white-suede suit that was a hundred years behind current human fashion trends. The jacket of the suit cut off at the knees and the matching pants went into tan leather boots that looked like they came from a renaissance festival. His undershirt was a starker shade of white and flowed like that of some romance novel pirate. His long blond hair, that was just this side of white, was pulled back into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck instead of free and flowing about his shoulders like it usually was. He stared into the mirror of the narrow bathroom and met his pale-green eyes. He looked the part of returning prince. It made him slightly sick to his stomach.
A hard knock jerked him from his reverie. Gael’s voice sounded from behind the door. “Are you ready to go, my prince? We have a car waiting.”
“I’ll be right out, Gael,” he called back, giving himself another proprietary glance at his reflection. Satisfied, he nodded and opened the door.
* * * *
Corrin panted, his body rigid and damp, strung tight from a delicious tension. He was in a dark room, his body highlighted by a hot beam of light, which was the only source of light in the room. His hands were tied to a beam over his head, his feet manacled to the floor, his body naked and aroused.
“Are you ready to suffer for me?” a voice purred from just beyond his line of sight. The voice was low and did frightening things to Corrin’s body, making his cock jump for attention like an eager puppy. His pulse throbbed, his heart speeding up impossibly.
“Yes,” he heard himself whisper. His voice was tight with passion. The voice from the darkness stepped forward, and Corrin looked up into the face of his fantasy.
The man was naked and obviously just as aroused as Corrin was. His dream-self groaned and licked his lips. What am I doing? This was a male for god’s sake. This was a man who had obviously chained him up and had nefarious plans for him. He was a prince of the Seelie court! Such perversions were reserved for the monsters of the Unseelie court, the black court that was in direct opposition to the light court’s genteel ways.
“Please,” Corrin moaned, his body shaking with pent-up desire.
“Please what?” the man asked. He still couldn’t see his face clearly.
“Please let me suffer for you.”
The man reached down and gripped Corrin’s shaven balls and s
queezed, causing a fission of sensation to slither up Corrin’s spine. The pleasure was unbearable.
“Kiss me,” Corrin begged as the man used his other hand to massage his cock with surprisingly gentle movements. The contrast drove him mad. With a laugh the man bent forward and captured the lips of the Faery prince.
* * * *
A sharp barking voice broke into his dream and startled him awake. “Corrin, wake up. We’re here.” It took Corrin a moment to realize he was in the luxurious confines of a limousine.
“W–what?” he asked. His dream still spun through his head like a never-ending reel of lusty embarrassment. He felt his cheeks heat at the thought of what he’d been dreaming.
“Were you having a nightmare, my prince?” Gael asked.
Corrin shook his head and swallowed. “I’m all right.” He tried desperately to hide his erection through the soft suede of his pants. Goddess, I’ve got to stop this.
The dreams had gotten worse lately. They plagued him almost the moment he fell asleep. He didn’t have a problem with gay men. He’d worked quite closely with several in his time at NYU. The art world was full of them, and he’d accepted it as part and parcel of humanity. However, as a Seelie, he knew that such things were not acceptable in and among his own people. Some of the Seelie had even been kicked out of the community because of a proclivity to enjoy the comforts of the same sex. If the Seelie court even suspected that a prince of the Seelie was having fantasies about another male, he would be exiled.
