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But official executions in this place weren’t as common as they used to be. Not since new laws had been brought in to protect the scum of the earth. All because of some fancy ass inmate who someone with power had wanted to protect – but I wasn’t going to sneer at that blatant use of influence if it helped me out. Not so long ago I could have earned myself a death sentence for stealing that key.
“I understand…but how are you going to deal with this?” she asked. “Ryder Drac-” “I don’t want to discuss the fate of my old leader,” I warned. “It won’t be like that.”
“How’d you get in here before my pack?” I growled. “And what makes you think a milkman has a strong asshole?” Not sure why I wanted to know the answer to that second question, but call me Curious Clive.
Among the other tattoos were more rainbows, clouds, wings and horns, some surrounded by words like this is your one and only horning, you have been horned, glitter is fitter, talk to the wing (or I’ll stab you up). Across Sparkle’s collar bone were the words rainbow is the new black.
man who was supposed to be my enemy had given me that tattoo. He'd shown me that I could take the pain of my past and turn it into something beautiful, powerful, unstoppable. My tattoo symbolised my family, my Element, my undeniable strength and perseverance. But it also hid my weaknesses too. I disguised my scars because I couldn't bear the pain of the memories that went with them. I
I've been jerking off more than I was when I was locked down here for months by myself and that's saying a damn lot. In fact, I wish they'd put me back in my old cell because there was a crevice in that wall which felt like a rough, grainy pussy if I rubbed my dick against it just right and I'm gonna miss that bitch more than you can imagine this week."
"Because you're mad at me for releasing the Belorian...unless you're not? Because Roary seemed to think that you were, but I told him that you were the one who told me to do it and then he said that you didn't but I was pretty sure we were talking in code when you said that, so help a guy out and cut me the truth, apple pie, because if you need to hate fuck this anger out of the air between us, I'm down for a bit of choking and heavy spanking, I just wanna get your safe word locked in first..."
"What?" I demanded. "You're not seriously jerking off in there are you?" "No. Not now, obviously," he replied pissily. “All that talk of saving assholes turned me right off.” "What the fuck, Sin? I thought we were having a serious discussion," I snapped. Gah, he was so damn frustrating at times. "Well, I just thought you were really fucking bad at dirty talk and I was trying to spare your feelings," he grunted. "But now I know you're a guard lover, I don't know what to do with my cock."
said. "Something real. Not sexual. Something you care about." He tutted like he didn't believe I really gave a shit about that, but I just waited for him to go on. "I like fixing up old cars," he said eventually. "Like really fixing them up, the full works. Complete engine re-build, interior overhaul, paintwork, the lot. I had this fucking stunning old Minostang which I painted cherry red. It was like the ultimate sex on wheels car...err, I mean, forget the sex part of that, but you get the drift."
“I kidnapped a hobo once,” he mused. “Terrible idea. No one realised he was missing. Eventually, I gave him a pair of my shoes and put him back where I found him.” “By the stars,” I muttered. “Why the fuck would you do that?” “He didn’t have any shoes.” “I mean why would you kidnap him in the first place?” I growled, shaking my head at him and he paused. “I was a dumb kid and only had three auras to last me a week for food,” he said thoughtfully. “And you thought kidnapping a hobo for ransom was the answer?” I said irritably.
“Not my finest moment. We still talk sometimes though. Alf runs a shoe shop now out in Iperia, real nice guy, bit ironic that he started up the shoe shop after-” “You gave him some shoes, I get it. But I don’t give a shit about Alf and his shoe shop.”
“You should, I get a fifty percent discount there and he casts spells on the soles that make them the comfiest damn feet keep...
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“Why are you hard?” I hissed as his cock ground into my leg. “I’m an Incubus with blue balls and you’re hot, give me a break sweetums,” he laughed again. “Oh yeah, that’s the business.”
Nixon finished his far-too-thorough pat down then gestured for me to leave and a breath of relief escaped me. I glanced over at Sin as Cain patted him down then let him go and I glowered at him. I thought they always strip searched you, asshole.
"Any man lucky enough to be blessed by the stars to have you as their mate should be praising their fortune and holding onto you as tightly as they can. You're one in a million, Rosa, you shine brighter than any star and you burn with more heat too. If I was blessed with a mate even half as beautiful and fierce and strong as you then I would wrap my arms around her and never let go. I'd give anything to have a girl like you, little pup."
was coming to realise I'd never be done with Roary Night. His name had been tattooed onto my heart the night I'd lost him all those years ago and even if he never loved me the way I did him, I would never be able to erase the mark he'd placed on my soul. And in moments like this, I didn’t even want to. I could take a thousand heart-breaking rejections in payment for him spending five minutes looking at me the way he was now. Like I was everything he'd ever hungered for in this world and he'd rip a star from the sky for me if I asked for it.
Bedazzling doesn't work like that. It's a subtle kind of manipulation that takes a lot of time and effort." "Sounds a lot like Charisma to me," he muttered. "Okay, well think of it like Charisma offers out insta-love to anyone who gets a taste of it. The moment they get pulled into your web, they'll be yours to toy with. But whenever you release them from it, they will pretty much go back to how they were without you. Bedazzlement is more like a love story playing out slowly. It feels natural and there's no exchanges or any expectations involved. The mark genuinely likes me which I could
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“Well…technically he’s married so our love has to remain a secret. We had a wild, steamy affair one weekend when my Academy met his for a Numerology tournament years ago which would have totally ended in a mate bond if the moon had been full and we were outside. But we had to hide what we had because he had obligations due to his identity,” she dropped her voice and glanced around like someone might be listening to us. “He’s kinda famous you see.”
"Nah, wild girl, I don't think so. I've done enough bad shit, good shit and damn outrageous shit in my lifetime to figure out that there's a difference between what's easy and what's worthwhile. And you, sweetheart, are the most worthwhile Fae I've met during my entire incarceration and maybe even before that too. I don't want a sex fest with a pack of Wolves, I want the undivided attention of the Alpha, and all the time you keep looking at me like that, I'm not taking my gaze off of you."
"Seriously?" I asked, cracking my eyes open to see if he was bullshitting me or not and finding him lining up a bunch of the little jars we were given at breakfast on the ground, each of them holding a small, dead looking bug. "Wow, this is so...romantic," I said, bursting into laughter as Sin tipped a dead Faefly out onto his palm and scowled at it.
"You do know you aren't allowed in my cell block, right?" I teased as he kept hold of my hand and I made no effort to reclaim it. It felt too damn good in his for that. "I'm walking you home," he replied with a twitch of his lips that made me smile too. "That's what all good dates do." “I’ve never had anyone walk me home before,” I admitted with a grin. “Possibly because there’s always a good chance that a psychotic Storm Dragon would be there to chase them off if they tried, but still.”
Cain's voice boomed out, killing the fun like it was his own personal mission in life to suck the joy from every occasion. He was a Vampire who sucked happy from people just as much as blood. A happy sucker if you will.
I’d made a list of all kinds of names from The Brave Jackals, The Mean Manatees, The Grim Squirrels. All of them were good but not nearly good enough. Not until I remembered the scariest motherfucking animal on the planet. And the sexiest one too. It was perfect. Fucking genius. It represented my dick, Rosalie’s heart, Plunger’s naked grossness. It needed all kinds of merchandise to go with it once our names were splashed through the news and every Fae in Solaria would want to be one of us… The Daring Anacondas.
cock. I’d never been much of a submissive, but for her, I’d pull my pants down like a good boy, shove a ball gag in my mouth and hand her the whip to do her worst while bending over a bale of hay – because of course this fantasy took place in a stable where she made comments about me being hung like a horse and I begged her to ride me like a cowgirl.
gripped her ass and rocked her over my cock with a smirk. I started singing Pony by Ginuwine, getting carried away with my little stable fantasy again. I wonder where I can purchase a saddle when I get out of here…and what can I use to cut a hole in it for my dick?
When I was seeing stars and wondered if it was worth quickly jerking off to at least enjoy the rush of asphyxiation before I went, Roary released me.
“Why are you hard?” he asked in alarm as I crushed him to the floor and I grinned at him, my teeth still wet with his blood. “Violence is a beautiful mistress, Roary,” I growled. “Don’t you like the way she caresses you from the inside?”
I squashed his cheeks between my hands as I leaned up beneath him, making him lock eyes with me. “It’s The Daring Anacondas,” I said dramatically. “What do you think?”
Did he like the name? He didn’t even comment. Nah, he must have liked it. It’s the best name I’ve ever come up with. Ever.
Pudding lumbered past me, wielding a whole table as a weapon as the Pegasus herd sprinted away from him with frightened whinnies. It was always the quiet ones who were secretly psychotic. And the extra loud ones. I swung between those two camps. Loud, quiet, scary, cute. I was your average friendly murderer. And it sure made life interesting.
There was only one other Fae in the room right now who was oozing lust and that was Plunger who was still dick-slapping anyone he could get close to. If I tried that shit, I’d take someone’s eye out. Wait…is that a turtle head tattooed on his piece?
Nasty, nasty shit that. Eye forks were no laughing matter. Except to me. Because I was laughing my ass off.
Quentin cast a silencing bubble, chuckling demonically to himself as he moved to lock the door. He looked to me, wetting his lips as his eyes gleamed with excitement. He was nearly half my height, his back was hunched, his eyes bright red and his teeth sharpened to points, all features he’d altered himself by magic. Because he liked being a scary motherfucker, I guessed. And it worked. The guy creeped the fucking shit out of me, but I’d needed his help and he’d agreed.
As I fell into bed, trying to fight away the sickness over what I’d learned tonight, the curse turned on me once more. And I was dragged down into a sleep full of my past, returning to face the man who’d raised me as a monster. My personal nightmare. Benjamin Acrux.
watch him die and be reborn. He cast a huge pyre of Phoenix flames and then stood beside them and thrust a sun steel blade straight into his own heart. Well, he died alright. And then he fell back into the flames which he had been certain would give him life again…and they burned his body to a crisp. Turns out dead Phoenixes could burn and everything. It was lamented as this tragic loss in the name of science, but all it said to me was that he had been fruit loop crazy and wanted to believe in fairy tales way too much. There
revealing her colourful arm tattoos to the room at large and I snorted a laugh as I spotted one of a naked dude with curly blonde hair, bending over while a pink Pegasus drove its horn up his asshole and he gripped his hard cock with a look of ecstasy on his face. The words Horny for the Horn were painted beneath it in rainbow coloured lettering and I had to wonder what Caleb Altair would have thought of it if he'd seen it and laughed louder before I could stop myself.
"There are plenty of rich, evil fuckers who will always want more than they've got in life no matter how much they already have. Just look at Lionel Acrux,"
“-I dunno Brenda, all I saw was a mad man running into the showers and stabbing Shadowbrook. I tried to help, because he was really screaming like a girl. Just screaming and screaming for his mommy, it was really sad. And then the guy came at me as I tried to save him and I managed to punch him even though I never got a proper look at his face. He stabbed me a few times, but I obviously scared him off. Dunno who it was, I guess the adrenaline had me thinking of only Shadowbrook. I wouldn’t say I’m a hero or anything, but…”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sin agreed seriously and I turned my head, spotting him sitting on a hospital bed across from mine, his legs folded up beneath him and a lolly pop in his mouth. Is he kidding me right now? “I shat out at least three bunnies.”
“Strawberry or cola?” she asked me and I peeled my eyes away from Brenda who was waving one of each at me. Why the fuck did she even keep those here? There weren’t any kids in Darkmore. Except the two hundred pound psychotic, tattooed bastard sitting across from me apparently. “Strawberry,” I chose, because turning down a rare treat like that in prison was moronic. I was still angry when she passed it to me, but I unwrapped it and stuck it in my mouth all the same. Oh fuck balls that’s good.
“Naughty boy, you’re as cheeky as a whale on vacation,” she chastised. “Just this once.” She turned to her desk, pulling the drawer open and Sin looked to me, furiously thrusting his finger into that O again like I hadn’t understood him the first time. I glared at him, a growl building in my throat. I really fucking hate Sin Wilder. I pushed the plum between my cheeks, bending forward a little and working it up my ass because apparently I would put anything in there for Rosalie. Or maybe it was because I wanted to escape more than anything now. Either way, this had better be the last fucking
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“Why are you walking like that?” he clipped at me and I immediately straightened, sharing a look with Sin. “I crushed his balls a minute ago,” Sin said casually. “Why?” Hastings balked. “He likes it,” Sin answered, smooth as fucking butter and I chewed the inside of my cheek to bite back my irritation.
I backed up a few steps, turning my back on her and leaping forward, shifting into a huge ass, jade green Dragon that was the size of a house. Several Fae ran screaming from the incarnation of Lionel Acrux showing up here, and that was saying something about my gifts.
"Because you taste like Christmas. And Halloween. And Easter. And New Year. All the holidays actually. But mostly Christmas. That's my favourite. Though...I've never really celebrated it. I mean, I have, but not in the traditional way. I was paid to break into a house on Christmas day once and kill the guy who lived there. The whole place was decked out like Santa's grotto and after I murdered the guy in his bed, I opened all his family's presents and imagined what it would be like to be a kid waking up on Christmas morning. It was a great day."
"Sometimes I wanna shift into a beetle and crawl in your ear all the way to your brain to find out what's going on in there," I murmured.
I let my Harpy form fall away then let my hair grow long and thick down to my shoulders in a wavy mane. Next, I worked on my face, shifting my nose to match the sharp line of Ethan's and the golden eyes of the Lion, then I shifted my mouth into the flat an angry line of Cain's.
I made my body muscular, but not as thick as my own, landing somewhere between all three of those men I'd felt her lust for. And finally, I let my chest swell until her pack mate Esme's breasts sat sculpted and full on my chest. There was nothing left of me except my one, perfect feature. My cock stood long and thick and proud, hard as a lollipop for her as I waited for her to turn and see me.
before. She was a blueberry muffin dipped in hot sauce.
My favourite Fae in Solaria. My perfect desire. And she liked me for who I was. She turned her head to kiss me
again. I knew she was another man's mate, but he was either going to have to fight me to the death for her, or the moon was going to have to make room for another match in her life. Because I wasn't going to let my wild girl go. Even if every celestial being in the sky commanded it. I’d fight them all with teeth and fists and claws to keep her.
