I batted him away from me, and he laughed.
Should I curse him to have slime fall out of everything that he opened or to have slime fall onto him every time that he opened anything…?
Delicious decisions.
“Hey, is that Willoughby?” Sleipnir asked in a hushed voice that vibrated with awe.
Surprised, I shuffled to the edge of the lake, as Fox crawled behind me.
Then I gave a shocked intake of breath.
In the center of the frozen lake, Willoughby skated with a beauty and magic that shook me. His power was controlled but it still arched out of him in waves. The skates themselves were glittering ice, the same as the points of his blue hair. He looked like an ice sculpture come to life. Flares of branching patterns sparked out in lightning strikes across the lake on each jump and spin.
In the academy, he appeared stilted and formal, as if he was lost. Lysander dragged him from class to class or shoved him into his seat. But here, he was in charge with a grace and ease that any incubi would envy. My eyes widened, as he jumped dramatically, spinning in the air, round and round…
My heart pounded. No one could jump and spin at that speed. He was going to fall.
But he landed and he didn’t fall.
Yep, my dick did a jump of is own at that.
Ten points to both Willoughby and my dick.
“The ice will crack,” Sleipnir’s voice was low; his shoulders were stiff. “Float out there and save his crazy ass.”
Magenta stared at Willoughby, transfixed. “Such grace and power.” Then she smiled at Sleipnir. “Does he look like he needs our heroic rescue?”
“He looks like he’s standing on ice that cracked the moment I stood on it. How long would even an Ice Prince survive in that freezing water?”
Magenta’s mists curled around Sleipnir. “I sense that we’ve stumbled on one of Willoughby’s princely Rewards. Juni must hold being allowed this time on the ice over him as motivation for good behavior. The ice isn’t cracking because…”
“Ice prefers elves, everybody knows that,” Fox said, then spluttered, as Sleipnir booted snow into his face. “Or the magic of the academy does.”
Before Sleipnir could raise his boot to kick more snow onto Fox (I’d get my own snowfox), Magenta wound closer around the disgruntled god.
“You resurrected me: all three of you.” She stroked Sleipnir’s cheek. “There’s no greater connection than that between life and death. Yet there’s also a coldness in my magic, which recognizes the ice in Willoughby’s. Yours is hot. I adore how it warms me.”
“Like mountain pebbles in the sun. I’m amazed that you didn’t melt straight through the lake and turn into an iced god, which is a type of popsicle.” Fox ducked pre-emptively, but Sleipnir only raised his eyebrow.
I bounced onto my knees. “I’d lick one of those.”
Magenta nodded. “If you’re referring to his dick, hot or cold, it is indeed tasty.”
Sleipnir blushed. Now that was a fine sight.
Willoughby took long strides across the ice closer to us. He was humming the swooning melody of Disney’s Someday My Prince Will Come.
As Magenta told it, he already had last night.
With the way that Willoughby spun in arcing circles to the romantic jazzy song, I ached with desire for the same dream as him.
He was talented, beautiful, and kind. Yet his kingdom only thought he was a killer.
I wanted my elf now.
I cupped my hands over my mouth, before I hollered, “Hey, pointy ears, petting opportunities over here. Come and get them! Do you want to build a snowcat with us or…” How could I tempt him? This was what I’d been trained in. I knew how to turn up the incubi charm. You just had to know the right seduction. What had he fancied about me again…? “My arse is at your service for stroking or spanking, as I hear that’s what you desire.”
Willoughby stared wildly over his shoulder, lost his balance, and landed hard on his own arse.
Result.
I threw myself back happily, making a snow incubus with my arms in the snow. Then I pushed myself up, glancing at Willoughby, who was skating towards us with a frightening purpose.
I eeped.
“Spanking Service?” Fox smirked.
Willoughby bended his knees and skated to a stop, shearing off a flurry of snow from the ice. When he prowled off the lake, his skates magically melted. His power thrummed under his skin; it was electric.
“Impressive display and control,” Magenta murmured.
Willoughby inclined his head, glancing between us. “The skating helps...”
I assessed him. He could’ve forgotten about my offer. But no one forgot an incubus, right?
“You know that I want you.” Magenta rested her hand lightly on Willoughby’s chest. “I believe that there’s an incubus, attempting to escape over there, who wants you as well.”
Oh, naughty…gorgeous…perfect…Magenta.
Willoughby’s lips twitched, before his expression became shuttered and he dropped to his knees, crawling towards me like a predatory hungry blue panther.
When he smartly sat back and patted his lap like it was a cozy invitation, I swallowed.
I knew that one day my mouth would write a check that my arse couldn’t pay.
Although, my arse would be the one who was paying. But then, when had I ever turned down a petting opportunity? It’d be breaking the most fundamental of Incubi Codes like spitting on my forebears’ dicks.
Away with you, that was how they’d feel about it.
I threw myself over Willoughby’s lap, not even trying to hide my enthusiasm, and he chuckled. His thighs were all hard muscle, and his strong arms banded around my waist pulling me closer against him. I sighed at his scent of herbal tea like a wintry breeze across wild grasses.
Was it weird to feel that this was where I belonged? I was safer over an elf’s lap than I’d ever been in a succubus’ harem.
Anyway, an arse demanded what an arse demanded. There was no talking to it.
I wriggled around, and it wasn’t only to rub my hardening dick along Willoughby’s lean thighs (promise, snicker).
“Pet me,” I commanded.
When Willoughby rested his hand lightly on the hollow of my lower back, pushing up my blazer, I shivered. “Are you always pushy in this position? I did warn you once that calling a prince pointy ears was a serious crime.”
His smack landed with such crispness that I jumped, but I bit my lip to stop the cry.
An incubus must take punishment in silence and not affront others with ugly wailing.
Magenta clapped. “I knew that my Rebels would take their thrashings well.”
Fox coughed. “You know that you scare me sometimes…?”
I tingled with warmth from where Willoughby had slapped me. It was the delicious type of pain that radiated all the way to my dick and made my mind hazy with desire. I was starting to float. My limbs felt loose, and I let myself relax.
Again…
Instead, Willoughby stroked my arse like it was made of glass and he didn’t know how he’d ever dared to smack it.