Sleipnir stiffened. “I’m just wrecked that you don’t have arms.”
“When you’re this stressed—”
“I’m not stressed,” Sleipnir hollered.
“I rest my case,” Serenity commented, smugly. “You need to let it out. Don’t snarl at me like that. How about a good cry or a swear?” I’d been taught that either of those only led to ugly incubi…and pain. When I stiffened, Fox stroked his hand down my thigh in comfort. “Come on, try it with me: fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Serenity, it’d relax me to eat an apple, if it pleases you to feed me.” I cut across Serenity’s cheerful cursing with my sweetest pout.
My gaze became half-lidded, as I held out my hand in supplication.
I could do sweet when I tried.
Sleipnir shot me a grateful glance, as Serenity concentrated on producing peeled slices of apple on my palm. When Fox grinned, before opening his mouth, I fed him one, but not before he’d tongued my finger in thanks. I shivered, pecking a kiss to the tip of his nose. Then I munched thoughtfully on my own slice, sucking on the sweet juices between my own fingers.
We’d finished the Discipline Run and could hide out here for a couple of hours before Bacchus became suspicious, if we were lucky, but what about after that? Term started tomorrow, and we had to win the Rebel Cup. We couldn’t have this Mystery of Magenta, which sounded like we’d fallen into a paranormal mystery, distracting us from the dangers because then we’d die. I could tell that Sleipnir was as troubled as me.
Into the silence, Serenity burst out, “I know — orgasms!”
Fox grinned. “The Shout Out Inappropriate Words Game: I was the champion at this three times running. Diarrhea! Bomb! Daddy!”
I slammed my palm across his mouth. “Was the champion spanked?”
Fox hesitated, before shaking his head emphatically.
Sleipnir slumped against the wall with a sigh. “The weird thing is that I can’t fight it because she’s honestly not wrong.”
Rule 6 of the Incubi Night Code states: You can never have too many orgasms.
Except, I’d once been forced to have seven in one night with the Duchess, so I knew that rule sucked.
Yet I needed more pleasure to heal Fox’s hands. Plus, it appeared to be the only way that we were connected with Magenta.
I winked at Sleipnir, blowing him a kiss. “As you wish.”
When a green mist formed in the center of the room where the bath had been, I drew in my breath. In a sinuous dance of limbs, a fae appeared with a gust of his golden wings. The mist bled into emerald hair that hung to the fae’s waist and matched his large eyes because he was an Unseelie, unlike Ambrose. Then he dropped to his hands and knees with a sexy wiggle of his ass and crawled teasingly towards me.
“I didn’t request a fae sex doll.” Fox stared transfixed at the fae, as the fae rested his hands on my thighs and then nuzzled at my crotch. “I think you’ve mixed up Ambrose’s fantasy with ours.”
Sleipnir snorted. “It’d be more like Ambrose’s nightmare. Meet Prince Lysander.”
I shot Sleipnir my best you’re a naughty god but I love you look, at the same time as the prince laid his head in my lap and held out his hand shyly to Fox.
In a daze, Fox shook it. “Delighted to meet... Wait, no I’m not because you’re the rival here, cruel to the dragons, and even if you’re prettier than Tinker Bell, the lie that I can feel is dressing you more like Hook, which isn’t a a turn-on.”
The fae snatched back his hand, snuggling closer to me.
I slid my hand through his hair. “He’s a clone of Lysander: My Andro.”
Prince Lysander didn’t know about the existence of Andro, who was precisely alike in all ways apart from his personality. Lysander’s eyes were hard as jade, but Andro always looked at me, as he was now, with the same softness as a loyal dog. I’d have made an outstanding owner, and now I had a dog, cat, fox, and hedgehog…
Maybe I wouldn’t mention that line of thought to Fox.
Serenity created him whenever I needed someone who was happy and willing to submit. Prince Lysander would kick my arse and then hex me into a eunuch if I even dared to kiss him. Andro, on the other hand, loved to take commands, and I’d never been allowed to show my dominant side before I’d arrived at the academy. It was a strange thing to feel so grateful to a clone.
Sleipnir had insisted that I couldn’t love Andro because a clone couldn’t feel love back, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Take me out, if it pleases you,” I whispered.
Andro shivered, wrapping his wings around me and kissing my inner thigh, before nodding. It only fed me, if it brought pleasure to Andro, and I’d never take from the unwilling. Plus, did he feel lonely stuck in this café, or did he only spring to life just for me? Either way, I had to give him something to remember each time.
I loved the way that his eyes darkened with desire, as he undid my pants and reverentially slid out my dick, pumping me a few times, although incubus here: I was already hard and aching. When he licked around the head of my dick, swirling over the slit, I gasped.
Fox’s hand closed over my mine, even though it had to smart against his bleeding palm. I met his gaze, which was as glassy as my own. He thrummed with magic like it was his dick that was being sucked.
At last, Andro stopped teasing me and swallowed, at the same time as playing with my balls. I arched but didn’t break gazes with Fox. When Andro hummed, and his vibrations shuddered through me, as he pressed harder on my balls, I spiraled higher. Then he relaxed his throat, and I pushed deeper — once — twice…
“Andro,” I gasped in warning, but it was too late.
I’d just broken Rule 89 of the Incubi Night Code: You can never have too many orgasms but always give your lover the option of swallowing or spitting.
Yet Andro looked smugly like the cat who’d got the cream as he drew back, giving my dick little kitten licks to clean it. I squirmed at the oversensitivity.
Silly incubus, post orgasm torture was his revenge.
Andro looked up at me from underneath his eyelashes with pretend innocence but it didn’t work because I’d patented that look.
I pulled my hand out of Fox’s, hurriedly tucking my dick back into my pants and away from Andro’s sneaky tongue. Although, I did love that tongue.
I vibrated with the new power, which had had been boosted by the pleasure. It sparkled through me.
“You pleased me, Andro,” I murmured.
Suddenly, Sleipnir marched to Andro, wrenching back his head by his long hair. I stiffened at his yelp.
“You’re done with this thing now, so you can send him away.” Sleipnir shook Andro.
When Andro’s eyes flashed with hurt, I knew that it wasn’t about the hair pulling because that was one of his kinks.
My gaze became steely. Sleipnir should know better than to hurt one of my lovers. “Does it please you to be cursed with tangled earbuds every time that you listen to music?”
Fear the curse of the incubus…
Sleipnir blanched, letting go of Andro and stepping back. Andro smiled at me like I was his hero.
“By the runes, have you forgotten that asshole Prince Titus sent us on the mission last term or that your asshole Lysander beat us, which is why we were chosen to be sent on it. If not for that…asshole, Hector wouldn’t have been killed.”
Andro whimpered, huddling closer to me.
Fox glanced between us. “Wow, that’s a lot of assholes.”