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Gorgon Boyfriend: Nectarios (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-07-16 19:01:00 +0000 UTC
When I was young, the son of a nobleman became indebted to my family. He was named Nectarios, and I just remember him being tall and thin. His father had cut him off from the family fortune, so he borrowed a considerable amount of money from my mothers’. He hoped to start a business which he would make my mothers partners in, and they would earn their money back threefold by the time the business took off.
I think my mothers knew that they weren’t going to get paid back. This young nobleman had a sweet tongue, but there wasn’t much else about him that appeared to be trustworthy. They agreed to loan him the money as a sort of trap, so that when his business failed, he would have no choice but to serve them until his debt was worked off.
For years my mothers had him do their dirty work. They disguised him and gave him a false identity so he could terrorize every corner of Pirlipat. They sent him into the homes of their enemies, blackmailing them until he got a large sum of money. He stole valuable secrets, and even more valuable treasures. He became a villain, a menace, and in a way I think he enjoyed it.
I attended a ball with my mothers when I was thirteen. They didn’t much care for some of the people attending, and since it was the Hollow Moon, they decided to play a prank. Nectarios assumed his Sugar Daddy persona and attacked the assemblage. His henchmen rounded people up and tied them to chairs, which he arranged into circles. I was hiding under a table, watching, knowing no harm was going to come to me or my mothers. Nectarios strutted when he was Sugar Daddy, hiking his legs up at odd angles, crouching low and twisting his arms along his back. He wore a mask and a wig to cover his snake hair. He used a crossbow to shoot people with candy eggs, filled with cream that dyed their skin fluorescent colors.
“On this night of Hollow Moon, you all thought you’d celebrate! Such a spooky night!” He cackled. “But you forget what it is about!” He shot a candy egg for no other reason than to splatter it against a man’s bald head. “You treat this evening like it’s another one of your holidays. And Pirlipat loves its holidays, its sweets and syrupy delights.” He slipped his fingers through smeared cakes and confections, and his long tongue then slithered from the mouth of the mask so he could lick his fingers. “But life is a lot like candy, don’t you know. It may be sugar-coated, but it’s sour at the core, and Pirlipat is the prime example of that.”
He loaded the crossbow with an actual arrow and aimed it at the lady of the house. Then he lifted the it away, flitting around with a giggle. “Hollow Moon was the night where sugarcane farmers were beset by a horrible beast. Some say it was a Hare, others claim it was a monster from the soil. But really, it was rich business folk like you who wanted the wealth of the sugarcane all to yourselves.” He reached under the table and plucked me out. “You have until midnight to give me all the gold within this mansion and your pockets, or this little one gets it.” He shoved the crossbow to my temple.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“Sorry, Lady Dulcie. All an act, you know,” he giggled. He carried me aside while the room filled with panic.
“They’re all tied down. How do you expect them to get that gold for you?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m just having fun, my sweetness.” He pinched the tip of my nose. “Theatrics is so much more fun when the audience has no idea they’re part of play.” He turned and shot the arrow into the crowd, sending up an explosion of sparks. As the panic intensified, he lifted his mask to smile at me. “You see, Lady Dulcie, the world is a candy dish, and no one is eating from it.” He loaded another explosive arrow.
“And what are you doing?” I asked.
He patted the top of my head. “I’m having a feast. Be right back, sweetness.”
The rest of the night he terrorized that party, but by the end, he had landed my mothers a massive treasure trove. “I also found something for you, Lady Dulcie.” He reached behind my ear, then lifted his hand away to show me a tiny golden spoon. “For your collection.”
I gasped happily and took it. “This one is so cute! Thank you, Tari.”
He pats the top of my head. “Your smile is reward enough. Now go to bed. You’ve had a busy night, after all.”
On my twentieth birthday, my mothers gave him to me as my present, bound in ribbon with his arms tied with a big red bow. He now owed his debt to me, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, Nectarios seemed to relish in the idea that he was handed over as a pet to me.
For the first few years of our arrangement, I kept Nectarios doing what my mothers had done with him - wreaking havoc on Pirlipat. Like them, I cared nothing for the aristocracy and old money of the kingdom. I sought out the same people who cursed my mothers, but then employed the use of my mothers’ business in the same breath. My mothers ran one of the largest brothels in all of Pirlipat, perhaps in all the five kingdoms surrounding Miror. It bought them certain liberties, but also earned my mothers a lot of enemies.
Nectarios was the one who enacted their vengeance on the ones who scorned them. He was also in charge of the guards for the brothel, selecting and training them personally. Most of the people who worked for us were either there by choice or for protection. The only one forced to be there was Nectarios, but again, I think he enjoyed that to a certain degree.
My mothers gave me more responsibility with the brothel, and they also figured I would need extra protection - hence Nectarios. I suppose he was a thoughtful gift, but I had no clue what to do with him. I just kept him doing what he did best in the interest of the brothel.
Nectarios had a sleek, elegant frame that was quite the sight when he was decked out in his villainous costume. He called himself the Sugar Daddy, wearing a comical clown mask and decked out in purple regalia. Underneath, he had shining deep pink scales covering his entire body. His face had sharp, high features, and his hair was a long writhing mess of snakes that looked like a bouquet of red licorice on his head. He kept his eyes covered, as staring into them had a paralyzing effect.
“Why not use your eyes to your advantage?” I asked him one evening. “You could make a lot more money when no one can do anything.”
“Where’s the sport?” he asked. “Where’s the fun? My dear, I do not do what I do the way I do just for the sake of it.” He smirked at me, biting into a candy apple. “I like the games. I like the theatrics.”
“Life’s a candy dish,” I said with a nod.
“You remember,” he chuckled. “Then maybe you’ll remember this.” He strode up to me and placed his fingers against my ear, then pulled them back, offering me another decorative spoon. “This one is a little mouse. See?”
I smiled down at the spoon. “All these years, and you still grow my collection.”
“And you still humor me when I do.” He sat down on the edge of my desk. “My sweet little lady, I never gave you much thought, to be honest. Not until your mothers wrapped me up as your birthday present.”
I set the new spoon aside. “I was just a girl. What thought could you possibly have for me?”
“You’re a beauty, you know? Like fresh whipped cream, or a mountain of macarons. A vision that must be taken in slowly.” He patted the top of my head. “I must get back to work. There are new guards to train.”
“Let me know how that goes. I want to be updated constantly,” I commanded.
He turned at the doors and smiled back at me. “I am by your side forever, my sweetness. Where else would I go?”
I spent more and more time with Nectarios, and as I grew older I grew fonder of him. I enjoyed talking to him about his plans and how he operated. I also liked to keep tabs on his guards and how things were with the brothel.
“Do you even care about the debt?” I once asked him after several glasses of sweet brandy. We lounged together by the fire. His shirt was unbuttoned to his navel, and his smile was aloof. I had taken off my shoes and he was rubbing my feet.
“Why do you ask?” he said with a laugh.
I leaned back, watching him closely as he turned to glance at me. I couldn’t see his eyes under the dark shades, but I could tell that, despite the effects of the brandy, his gaze was still sharp. “You seem to enjoy your servitude. Rather, you seem to flourish in it.”
“I am weak for women, powerful women especially. They are like coffee to some, sugary syrups to others.” His hand slipped up my leg. “But, they are a force of nature in human form, and I want them to step on me to feel that power.”
I smiled down at him, sitting up and placing my empty glass aside. “So you choose this life. It isn’t a burden for you?”
“My only burden is knowing there is a bountiful feast before me, and I cannot even sample the icing.” He licked his lips as he focused upon me.
I was feeling a bit cheeky that night. Perhaps it was the brandy, or perhaps it was my own desire. “Then why don’t you?”
Nectarios finished off his brandy, then set the empty glass aside. “I would have to stick my fingers into the cake, and the cake has yet to ask me.”
I was a bit shocked. I had not expected so much boldness, even if it was hidden under a metaphor. I adjusted myself, sitting upright while his smile grew more smug. He chuckled, turning his head as I pulled my feet away.
“What sort of icing do you like, Nectarios?” I asked. “I have never been too certain on what flavors excite you.”
“I am not picky when it comes to flavors. I like all icing, pipped from the tip, or formed into sweet roses.” His smirk was hungry. “And I have sampled many. It all ends up the same on my tongue.”
An excited ripple went down the back of my neck. “You don’t say?” I chuckled. “When do you find the time when I keep you so busy?”
“There’s the trouble. I’ve not felt like sampling so much these days. I’m ready to commit to the whole cake.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile. “You have a cake?”
He stood from the sofa and gathered the glasses. “You should sleep well tonight, Lady Dulcie. May you have sweet dreams as well.” He left my office, and I remained sitting there, pondering. I was almost certain I knew what he meant.
The following day, I called him to my office again. “Lady Dulcie, do you have a job for me?” he asked. He was wearing dark blue today, making his scales seem all ruddier, and thigh-high boots with spiked heels, making him appear even taller and thinner. The lush thicket of ruffles around his wrists and neck gave him the appearance of a frothy drink.
“Yes, Nectarios.” I felt a bit breathless. “It’s a matter of some importance. I’ll need you to disrobe, but keep on the boots.”
His brow arched. “As much as I love these commands, I am curious as to what my job is.”
I stepped closer to him and placed my fingers under his chin. “You work under me, don’t you?”
He licked his lips. “My favorite position, Lady Dulcie.”
Now Nectarios and I have become lovers. Between his missions, we stay in a cottage on my mothers’ land. I’ve started to enjoy planning for him, making up his grand schemes and even preparing weapons for him.
“If I am the Sugar Daddy,” he asks, “then are you my Sugar Baby?” His voice is low and sultry, and sends shivers down my spine.
“All you are is honey,” I say, looping my arms around his neck. “Dripping and sweet. It’s annoying.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be gone a long while on this next job. I want to know my Sugar Baby is waiting on me.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then bites my cheek, and his fingers find purchase in the plump, moist cake he loves so much.
“Tari,” I gasp. “We just finished.”
“You should be fully aware of my ravenous sweet tooth, baby.” He kisses me, making me melt all over again. It’s true, I won’t be seeing him for some time. He hasn’t had contact with his family for ages, and now his father is ill and he has been called home. I have given him leave, for I do not fear that he won’t return to me.
“Tell me now, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “What do you want most of all when I return?” He presses breathless kisses to my cheek and temple. “I will gladly bring you any treasure from my homeland. All you need to do is ask for it.”
His touch, his voice are all I want now. He is able to pull from me my darkest desires, my deepest needs. I mount him, locking his hands behind his head. “There is a noble that lives close to your family, who has been sending threatening letters to us ever since we had him beaten and thrown out for slapping one of our lads. I want you to teach him a lesson, and make sure he will never treat anyone that way again.”
I slip my fingers inside the bulging slit at his groin. From within I pull out two shafts, both glistening and slippery, shimmering red at the base before turning bright yellow at the tips. I take one inside me, letting the other rub against my inner thigh. Nectarios arches his back and hisses. His tongue flickers out before he licks his sharp teeth. “What would you have me do?” He groans as I ride him. “Take his hands so that he may not slap? Remove his eyes so he can no longer see what beauty he is given?”
I grind him inside me, unable to focus on the matter at hand. The curve of his shaft reaches a spot most sweet, and when it hits just right, I cannot keep a thought from leaking out of my head. I rise, letting the shaft inside me pop out before I insert the second. This one is slightly thicker, and I can think a little more clearly. “His letters are quite vulgar,” I pant. “He’s horrible in what he says about my mothers and the very men he visits here in the brothel. You should take his tongue.”
Nectarios grins wickedly.
“But not before you get as much gold from him as you can.” I lean down, kissing him as my loins begin to throb. “Leave him nothing, Tari.”
“Yes, my baby,” he growls. “Anything!” He arches and thrusts his hips upwards. I cry out, overpowered now. I dig my nails into his sides and that sends him over the edge. He leaves his cream deep inside me, as well as smeared along my thigh. I have him lick me clean before I sink into our bed to rest.
“Why did you never mention these letters before?” he whispers.
I sigh and lay my head on his chest. “It didn’t matter before because we knew he was just whining. But now, he’s become unrelenting and aggravating. He’s sending oddly specific threats that make me worry for anyone around him.”
“I’ll gladly take care of him.” He kisses the top of my head. “But I have one concern, my sugar baby.”
“And what would that be?” I sigh sleepily.
“If my father dies, I am his only child. If he still has me as his heir, I could be gone much longer than anticipated. I might even have to stay.”
I sit up to look down at him. “You’re mine,” I warn him. “You have to come back to me.”
Nectarios gently nips the tip of my fingers. “I know that, my sweet. But it leads me to another question.”
“Which is?” I chuckle.
“Would you come to visit me?” he asks. “Perhaps even extend the family business too? You could build your own empire. Take my home and make it your own.”
“You really want to be held on my leash, don’t you?” I kiss him, snuggling back down into bed. “We shall wait and see what the future has in store for us.”
“Then come with me,” he whispers into my ear. “Wait with me, and command me in my own bed.”
“Tari,” I scoff, sitting up again. “Out with it. Stop speaking in riddles and tell me what you want.”
Nectarios sits up as well and fixes me with a stern eye. “If my father sees me with a beautiful woman on my arm, he may be more willing to make me his heir. The fortune he has is astronomical. Imagine what you could do with it.”
“It would be our fortune,” I protest.
“Yes, but I am your pet, and whatever is mine is therefore yours.” He rubs his smooth palms along my thighs. “I don’t want any of it without you there.”
I place my hand on his face. “You’re crazy, you know that, right?”
He nods with a grin. “There are many in my homeland I have despised since my youth. They have licked my father’s boots while spitting at his back. I have ideas.”
I arch my brows. “You’re speaking in riddles again.”
“Forgive me. You keep distracting me with your loveliness.” He takes hold of both my hands. “There are people I want to burn to the ground, but I need you in order to do that.”
I squeeze his hands. “You want me to command Sugar Daddy to attack these people?”
“I cannot become him without your command,” he chuckles. “So please. Come home with me, and command Sugar Daddy to destroy those who insult my family.”
I kiss him softly. “You’re a wicked man, Nectarios. But I will have to discuss these travel plans with my mothers. I do not think they will see an issue with it.”
He grins wickedly at me. “I will not disappoint you, my sugar baby.”
Nectarios travels ahead of me. I leave several days after him, arriving at his family’s estate to find I am not the only guest. I find myself in the company of several other nobles in the area who have come to visit with Nectarios’ father. I wonder if these are the spitters and bootlickers Nectarios had told me about before.
“You must be Lady Dulcie,” one of the maids says to me. “Master Nectarios is eagerly awaiting you.” She takes me away from the parlor, leading me down a narrow corridor and opening a door. Inside is a solarium with a large bed in the center. Nectarios rises from his seat to greet me, placing soft kisses on my cheeks. “You arrived just in time.” He introduces me to his mother, who hugs me, then to his father, who is lying still in bed. He barely stirs, but he smiles when he sees me.
“It is so good of you to come,” his mother sobs. “We have been so worried about our son. It does both of us well to know he has someone to stand by his side. He’s been telling us all about you, Dulcie.”
I’m not sure what he has been telling them, so I just smile. “I’m sorry I had to meet you under these circumstances, but when Tari asked me to come I couldn’t say no.”
“I should probably take her to her chambers and let her rest,” Nectarios says. “It was a long journey.”
“Of course, you should get some rest too, son. You’ve barely rested in days.” His mother smiles in concern before we leave the room.
A sneer appears on his face as we walk down the hallway. “I am happy you are here, but my nerves are being tested.”
“By the people in the parlor? Or is it your father’s condition?”
“It is a multitude of things,” he scoffs. “Like chocolate-covered cherries with a cream filling. It is an assault.” He shakes his head and turns to me. “I need to unleash Sugar Daddy upon them.”
“Do not move with haste, love,” I say gently. “You only just came home. The appearance of Sugar Daddy would be suspectful. You’ll have to move silently if you wish to attack.”
He smirks down at me. “The first intelligent thing I have heard since I got home.” He takes me into his chambers and kneels before me, kissing my feet. “I have ideas, sugar baby, but I need you to make them truly sweet.”
“Stand up then,” I command him. I place my fingers under his chin as he rises. “First of all, where are your usual boots?”
He chuckles and licks his lips. The snakes of his hair begin to rise up. “I have them with me, but I have not wanted to wear them around these people.”
I take his hand and lead him over to the bed. “While you put them on for me, start from the beginning.” I sit down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me who you first wish to strike.”
“That vile bloke I told you about.” He takes his thigh-high boots from a special box. “I figured I would start with him, build a reputation and make the locals afraid.” He takes off his pants, then places his leg before me. “Help me, won’t you?”
I ease the boot onto his leg, smoothing my palms greedily up the thigh. “We’ll start planning Sugar Daddy’s grand reveal.” I clasp the boots, then sigh. “But on a much more serious note, how is your father?”
He frowns, sitting down to put on the second boot himself. “I thought I hated the man,” he grumbles. “He left me to struggle after I first met your mothers. We fought horribly all my life.” He smooths out the boot and admires them for a moment. “But now I can’t help but feel like I wasted so much time. Seeing him that way, seeing my mother just waiting and hoping… And the vultures.”
“Who are they?” I place my hand on his bare thigh. “What do they want?”
“Nobles who have been trying to win my father’s favor since I was banished.” He stretches out his leg further for me. “Some plan to use his illness to get him to leave them some money in his will. Others, I suspect, may try to seduce my mother.”
“What does your father want?” I ask.
“I’ve not had the heart to ask him, if I am honest. My only thoughts have been slapping around some smug-faced vultures since I got home. Some of them I grew up with, you know?”
“So you have some childhood grudges you’re holding on to?” I smirk.
He licks his lips. “You look like a trifle when you smile like that.” He tugs the collar of my dress. “Especially in this dress. That raspberry color on you makes your skin glow.”
I push up his shirt, seeing the slit at his groin starting to bulge open. “Speaking of fruit...” I cup my palm there, rubbing it as his juice begins to spill. “It has been a couple of weeks, has it not?”
He bites his lip. “I’ve been thinking about your cake all this time - between thoughts of revenge.”
I kiss him and press close. “What about your parents?”
“I’ll tell them I broke down and you comforted me, and grandchildren are on the way. Just fuck me, my lady.”
He snarls these words into my ear, and I can’t help but grin madly. I push him down on the bed and hike up my skirts. “Grab the headboard. No touching.” I push his legs up, keeping my hands cupped at the back of his knees. “Ready?”
He grins as he lifts his hands above his head. “I’m all yours, my sugar baby.”
I’m just about to bend him in half when there is a knock at the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, Master Nectarios - the doctor has arrived.”
Nectarios scoffs. “I’ll be there shortly.” He rises and gives me a kiss. “Tonight, I promise.”
