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Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio 4 (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 19:00:02 +0000 UTC
I’ve still not fully recovered from the attempt on my life a while ago. The venom has made me weak. I have to walk with a cane, and to rest my hands often when I am working. If I wasn’t working I think I would go crazy. It’s bad enough that I can’t work the way I am used to, but now I know there is a beast breathing down my neck, and if I do not keep up the subterfuge, she’ll bite me.
I’m not talking about Lena, either. It would be offensive to refer to her as a beast. Lena is much more like me than either of us would care to admit. Whoever she is working for, or whatever personal reasons she has for being here, she is less a stress on me than my mother.
Fierna, my supposed mother, has been really chomping at the bit lately. The only thing the attack did for her was to cause her to add more security to the castle and send me flowers, which I prefer. Being in her presence only causes the rage inside me to overflow. I see her and I think of my real mother - the woman who raised me, the woman who died.
Right now, my main concern is not how much I can get done, but rather how I can possibly go about it. I have a long list of people Fierna either wants tied to her, or eliminated, which can mean a multitude of things. Sometimes it means dishonor, and other times it’s a little bit worse. Blackmail isn’t exactly grand, but it keeps me busy. What I need is someone to help me in my daily errands, someone who knows things.
“Here’s the parchment you asked for, Master Mercutio.” August has been a godsend. Not only has he become my right-hand man in all things, he’s helped keep the household running smoothly even when I cannot.
“Thank you, August.” I straighten up in my seat.
“This is a strange parchment,” August murmurs. “You’re not getting yourself into any more trouble, are you?”
I smile at August. He’s been so attentive since the attack. “You’re such a good boy, August. But please don’t worry about me.”
“That’s just the thing. Lately that’s all I can do.” August takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. “This parchment is mainly used by the noble houses in Dartsmith.”
“Aren’t you too smart for your own good.” I click my tongue as I look up at him. “Don’t worry about the nobility, or what noblemen are writing their scathing letters on. You’d best worry about how I’m going to ruin your reputation once I’m strong enough to ride you again.”
August’s cheeks blossom bright red in an instant. “Master Mercutio, you should focus on getting better.”
I smirk. “I bet you would like nothing better than to take off those pants and thrust that thick cock down my throat.” I lick my lips and lean closer to him. “I am a little hungry.”
August frowns at me. “Master Mercutio,” he growls warningly.
I lift my hand and make a stroking motion in the air. “Should I finish my forgeries or should I make you come?”
August places his hand over mine and eases it back down onto the desk. “You should stop tormenting me.”
“It’s been so long though,” I whine. “I miss sex. Don’t you miss it?”
August places his glasses back on. “I’m fine. Some of us aren’t debauched nymphs like you.” The smirk on his lips is well-earned.
I place my hand on the small of his back. “Is that what you really think of me?”
August swallows as he glances back down at me. “I think many things about you, Master Mercutio, and sometimes too much.”
I bite my lip, taking a moment to steady my breathing. “How can you say that and not kiss me after?”
“Because I do not want to excite you too much,” he chuckles. “You’re not as vivacious as you usually are, and I want you to get back to that soon.”
I grope his ass, and he flinches. “You do like me.”
August kisses my forehead, and I smile brightly. “You should be working.”
“I should have you inside me, but whatever!” I scoff. I pick my quill up. “I like it when you come to visit me. Hurry back later with an excuse.”
August looks towards the doorway. “I’ll come and see you just because I want to. I don’t need an excuse.”
I arch my brows at him and grin. “How dare you, sir?”
August returns the smile and points to the window. “Get to work. There is only so much daylight left.”
I cannot wait to be rid of this venom, because once I am I want August to get me pregnant. In any case, work is done, discontent will be sewn into Dartsmith, and their neatly stacked house of cards will come toppling down with a sneeze. All in a day's work.
I’ve begun to notice a strange pattern, though. August’s attentions seem much more focused towards the end of the month, but towards the start of a new month, he seems almost guilty and shy. He usually comes to visit me in my quarters often, but at the start of the month I see little of him. At the end of the first week of each month, August leaves work early. I had never really put it all together, but lately I’ve been adding it up in my head.
One evening where I am feeling particularly pouty and lonesome, with only Lena to keep me company, I long for some affection.
“Lena, go and fetch August for me,” I say from the comfort of my coziest chair. “And tell him I want him to spend the entire night.”
Lena stops hanging my clothes for a moment and furrows their brow at me. “August isn’t in the castle tonight, Master Mercutio.”
I scowl at them. “Are you just being lazy? Perhaps I should bend you over my knee and spank you.”
Lena arches her brows at me, unimpressed and unbothered. “I am being serious. August always leaves the castle during this day each month. Haven’t you noticed?”
I sit up in my chair, letting my robe fall off my shoulder. “I have noticed he does act a little weird during the start of the month. But to actually leave the castle mysteriously?”
Lena continues her job of organizing my closet. “Not so mysterious when you consider that is when the local bordello has their Feast of Kings each month.”
“August? At the bordello?” I scoff in disbelief. “He’s such an angel, what the hell would he be doing at a bordello?” I am quite cross! I am an entire bordello in one stunningly beautiful package. Is it because of my health he’s had to go to such a place?
“It’s his ritual. I’m surprised you never realized.” Lena places their hands on their waist. “That’s very unlike you.”
I pout and slouch back down in my seat. “This does explain a few things about his behaviour,” I grumble. I look over my shoulder at them. “How far away is this bordello?”
“Closer than you would think.” Lena gives me a sharp glare. “All the work you do, and you don’t really know?”
“I’ve not had to fuck with anyone local,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “Whoever runs this place must be either in Fierna’s good graces, or unuseful to her.”
Lena sniffs and goes back to working. “The bordello is in the house of Lord Gaiseric, who, if you didn’t know...”
“He provides the entire castle with liquor,” I huff. “Fierna’s favorite repast.”
Lena walks towards me, standing in front of the fireplace. “His son, Lynk, runs the bordello, since his father is often away at the vineyard.”
I’m struck with an epiphany that nearly takes my breath away. I glance up to Lena with a big smile on my lips. “So how far away is this place?”
Already Lena knows what I am getting at. This is why I keep her around, and it is nice to have someone who is on the same page as me, even if we have different translations. “Why would you want to go there?”
“To find August,” I grunt as I stand up. “I would also like to meet the young Lord Gaiseric.”
Lena grabs my arm to keep me from going to change. “Master Mercutio, I really think you should lie down and try to get some rest.”
I smile at them and tap the tip of their nose. “You and August are both too smart for your own good. So if you’re so smart, my lovely Lena, I would suggest you try not to make me rest, and instead help me get to this place. I think this Feast of Kings could be beneficial to me.”
Lena releases my arm with a scowl on their face. “You need to be careful. If you offend anyone in the house of Gaiseric it won’t be good for you. Fierna values them too much, and they hold a great deal of power here.”
I strip naked while Lena delivers their warning. Then I search my perfectly organized closet to find the perfect outfit to wear. “Which is exactly why I want an ally in that house.”
“Your dick can’t exactly open doors like it used to,” Lena sniffs.
“Oh!” I laugh loudly. “You think you’ve wounded me?” I lay my hand flat on my chest as I look at them. “My mouth has been opening doors since before you were just a shiny cog piece, dear Lena.”
Lena approaches and helps me get dressed. “Lynk Gaiseric isn’t what you’d expect.”
“Most men are never what I expect,” I sniff. “They’re often worse.”
Lena gives me a cautious look while she finishes buttoning my shirt. “You need to be careful.”
I narrow my eyes at them, then capture their hand. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were worried about me.”
“August is my friend.” Lena yanks their hand back. “And for some reason he cares about you. I promised him a few things.”
I kiss Lena’s forehead in jest, and they shove me back. “You like me!”
Lena is rubbing furiously at her forehead. “Ew, gross. You blue bastard. You better not have left a stain.”
“You be so lucky, my friend,” I say to taunt her. “Now take me to House Gaiseric.”
Perhaps Lena wants to see me fuck up, or maybe she just doesn’t want to fight me. Either way, she takes me to House Gaiseric, and even from outside I can smell the wine and revelry within. The pungent odor mixed with the dull roar coming from inside reminds me of the vigor I carry inside me.
“Come on, this way.” Lena takes me away from the main entrance, towards a path that’s hidden close by the pond.
I know Lena is smarter than most people, quite possibly smarter than me, but even this is a surprising turn. “How do you know about this?”
Lena takes me under the wheelhouse, where there is a small room lit with candles. On the far wall there is a door where an Orc is sitting guard. The Orc stands as we approach and his severe scowl turns into a smirk. “Long time, no see,” he laughs.
I look at Lena in shock, although I am not above believing I sleepwalk here often. The second option sounds more believable if I am honest.
“I got a new job,” Lena answers. “I need to come in.”
The Orc glances at me. “And who is this with you?”
Lena speaks before he even finishes his sentence. “Master Mercutio, son of Fierna.”
The Orc’s eyes widen and he opens the door. “You certainly know how to get yourself into deep water,” he growls at Lena.
“I can swim.” Lena walks through the door with me in tow.
I grab their arm as soon as the door closes. “What was that?”
“An old friend,” she says simply, and leaves it at that.
The hallway opens into a massive dining hall, where all matter of debauchery is already happening. People are bent over tables, or under them. A crowd of undulating dancers parade in front of the inebriated guests.
“You’re here,” Lena scoffs. “Now what?”
I look around, feeling my blood begin to pound. I watch a dancer gyrate on the mouth of an eager patron.
Lena snaps her fingers in my face. “Mercutio!”
“Hm?” I look back at her. “Sorry, I’m horny, I couldn’t hear you.”
They roll their eyes. “Find August. I’m going to a quiet corner.”
I scan the room while sampling food from the table. I watch people enjoy themselves with liquor, flesh, and cheese. It’s quite nice. This type of revelry is something I always wanted back when I was married to...
I suppress the thought and return it to the task at hand. It shouldn’t be too hard to spot August’s red crop of hair here. I continue scoping out the room, trying to find my chubby little lover, but I’m distracted by a male dancer whose cock is so impressive I lose my breath for a moment. I could easily give away my entire life to someone like him.
A hand claps down on my shoulder. “Enjoying the sights?”
I look back at another tiefling, who has dark red skin and thick black hair that comes down in perfect curls. Their features are masculine, but their paint is feminine.
“I am. I must admit, I am impressed.”
The red tiefling looks me up and down. “I’ve certainly never seen you before. I would remember such a vision.” The tiefling looks quite buff, and is clothed in the most provocative dress that shows more skin than it covers.
I grin, enjoying the way he looks at me. “I’ve only just been alerted to this fine establishment. Had I known someone like you was here, I would have run much faster.”
The red tiefling grins. “Who are you?”
“A growing admirer,” I say suggestively. “You approached me first, and you should be the first to introduce yourself.”
The teifling’s black tongue darts over his lips. “Lynk Gaiseric.”
My mouth opens, and I cover with a smile. “So this is all your doing? I’m even more impressed.”
Lynk chuckles and places his hand around my waist. “I know exactly who you are, and I have been dying to meet you.”
My arousal turns to caution. “Have you?”
Lynk’s hand moves down, groping my ass greedily. “You and I are quite similar, Mercutio. Not just because of our births, but because of what we were born to do.”
“How do you know about me?” I ask.
“My father knows many things about Fierna. That’s partly why he’s still alive, and exactly why he’s never been placed in your lovely hands.” Lynk’s fingers continue to knead into my ass. “Let’s share a drink. Or are you unable to imbibe after your little… accident?”
“I’m looking for someone,” I say breathlessly.
“Who? I’ll send someone to find them and bring them to us.” Lynk’s hand moves up to my lower back again and massages the base of my tail, which instantly turns me into pudding.
“August. He works for me as a valet.”
Lynk snaps his fingers and one of the dancers comes up beside him. After a chat, Lynk hands the dancer some gold and turns back to me. “Come now, let’s go somewhere quiet.” He leads me away to a room where the sound of his bordello does not reach. The chamber is small, but warm and inviting. The walls are lined with bookshelves and the furniture is all soft leather - easy to clean I suppose.
“How are you feeling since the attack?” Lynk asks. As I sit down he goes over to the bar where he pulls out a dark decanter.
“How well can one feel after such a thing?” I look around the room, curiously reading the spines of the books before me. Lots of interesting topics are represented.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to see you. After what happened I feared I’d never see you come through my door.” Lynk joins me on the sofa, placing a glass in my hands.
I sniff the sweet liquor, then wait for Lynk to take a sip. He notices me eyeing him and grabs my glass, drinking from it. “I’m not going to poison you,” he says. “I don’t think that’s playing fair. If I wanted to kill you, I’d fuck you to death.”
I relax a little and smile at him. “It’s so hard to find a true romantic these days.” I sip the drink, tasting sweet almond.
“I don’t want you dead. I have no reason to,” Lynk continues. “You and I are kindred spirits, and I have desperately been seeking that.”
“Did you father fuck your mother to destroy the world too?” I laugh.
Lynk scoffs. “I have a horrible mother. But what happened between my parents was not a cooperative thing. Rather, my mother wanted my father and my father wanted to be left alone.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I murmur.
Lynk sips his drink, then looks me in the eyes. “I was nothing more than a bargaining chip growing up. I’m sure you understand. It’s probably why you’re really here.”
Lynk’s thigh is exposed, and I place my hand on it. His muscles are hard and strong, and his skin is so warm. It’s been so long since I’ve been hugged by such a wonderful pair of thighs.
“Your father has favor with Fierna, and your bordello, I’m certain, attracts many interesting people.” I stroke my palm down to his knee. “I’m very attracted to such a thing.”
Lynk smirks at me. “I know what it is you do, Mercutio. It’s not hard for me to guess what you want. It’s also extremely brash of you. What if you piss me off? My father is so important to Fierna.”
I inch closer to Lynk’s side. “I have my way of currying favor.”
Lynk grabs the back of my head, twisting his fingers through my hair. “I’m sure you do,” he laughs. “Just looking at you, I can tell exactly how you wind people around your fingers.”
“Ah, harder,” I tease.
Lynk licks my neck, then bites my ear. His dark lipstick drags across my skin and smears at the corner of his mouth. “My business here is pleasure, Mercutio.”
“Mine is suffering, Lynk,” I click my tongue. “Sometimes when you mix the two, it makes them better.”
Lynk places his large palm on my crotch, groping it and feeling the heat radiating off me. “Your methods of wooing won’t work on me. I can get any desire I have met easily here.”
“I know.” I struggle to keep my head above water. He’s way too good at this, possibly better than me. “Which is why I want us to become friends.”
He eyes me suspiciously, but the smile on his lips tells me he is at least entertained. “You want to be my friend?”
I move into his lap. “Birds of a feather need to flock together, right?” I tuck his hair behind his ear. “Your hair is beautiful.”
Lynk throws his head back and laughs. “Why thank you. I do enjoy the flattery.”
I clear my throat and get back on topic. “I want to earn your trust, Lynk. And I want you to earn mine. I think together we could create a small fortune for ourselves.”
He bounces me in his lap. “I’m already wealthy.”
I bite my lip as I feel his hard cock against my ass. “Let us combine our businesses of suffering and pleasure. Let us use your unique skills to create our own empire.”
Lynk arches his eyebrow. “That’s not what I was expecting. I was expecting you to try and seduce me, but this is much more impressive.”
I kiss him, pressing my tongue into his mouth. He moans, cupping the back of my head and pressing closer to me. “I know that these walls are full of people wanting to hide,” I breathe. “People who would pay anything to keep themselves hidden.” I smirk at Lynk and lick his lips. “Sell me those secrets.”
The door opens before Lynk can answer. August walks in, his worried expression shifting to pure shock. “Mercutio, what are you doing here?”
I sit up in Lynk’s lap. “I could ask you the very same thing, young man.”
August swallows nervously. “I’m just… I don't...” He grimaces. “Did you follow me here?”
Lynk chuckles. “This is who you were after?”
I pinch the tip of Lynk’s perfect nose and shake his head. “Don’t judge him by his cover. You’d be impressed by his pages.”
August steps further into the room. “What’s going on here?”
I slide off Lynk’s lap and stand up. “You’re my right-hand man, so it’s only fair you’re included in all business I do.”
August glances suspiciously to Lynk, then back to me. “What are you doing?” he whispers urgently.
“Preparing myself,” I say with a sniff. “I don’t want to be under my mother’s thumb forever.”
