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Genteel impoverishment, that was the only word for the life that Liam was living and none of it was acceptable to the young man that was the newly minted Baron of Craetich. It was barely a title that would earn him a bow from the poorest servant and it would never lift him up with any hint of wealth or fame, the only thing it came with was a castle that was half fallen into rubble and the right to hunt the royal forests that would allow him to keep meat on his table. He was worse off than the meanest peasant, because they were at a least able to sell what they farmed and harvested with only a modest tax. He could not farm, not truly, he could only grow with the help of a garden and those servants that remained out of loyalty to his family name. It was enough to eat, but it was hardly enough for him to sell, and even if he did sell it, he would be heavily taxed.

The rights of the old lords were a burden when one wasn't dripping with wealth and he had an entire life to look forward to that was filled with struggles to make ends meet. There was no chance that he'd become successful or even moderately wealthy under the constrictions of the crown. English Kings had no reason to grant his kind favors, he was born and bred in Ireland, there was not even a drop of their English blood to temper their kindness to him, he was barely able to keep his people fed as it was. It would only grow worse. Now that the damned English were starting to engage in wars in France. They would soon send men to take more and more people from his lands to fill out their ranks.

Liam had grown up listening to his father tell him that he must bear up to the weight of his responsibilities with dignity. That he must lift his head and keep himself from falling into despair, that he must carry himself as the fortieth lord of Craetich without ever seeming to chafe under their poverty. Once they had been granted riches, once they had held a pass of bountiful trade that had allowed them to build the castle that was falling down around him. Once they had had grand balls and held armed men in the barracks instead of aging servants and farmers. Once upon a time things had been different and he would have commanded respect and women that would have come to him in the hopes of being his bride. Once-

“The hell if once upon a time will help me..” He growled to himself and gave his head a shake as he leaned against the crumbled tower wall and watched the old grey plow horse chewing grass in what had once been a kitchen garden. “I'll be lucky if I have a bride taken from the village.”

Liam didn't think he was bad to look at, in fact, in all accounts he was quite handsome to those that had paid him compliments. He had red hair, true, but it was a deep burnished red that was unlike the copper colors that he had seen on other Irishmen. He had a pale complexion, but it wasn't frought with freckles to blemish his cheeks. He had a handsome face with high cheek bones and sensuous mouth. He was lean of body and muscled from his own work in the fields. He was promising to any female that might have looked at him, but the fact he came with an empty title and lands that were more work than anything else.

What woman would want to tie herself to me? The crown taxes whatever coin I see, I have to maintain this damn home and supply men when they want it. He thought angrily and rubbed one finger along the bridge of his nose. I'd be better off running away to live like a farmer.

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The thought made his lips twitch up in amusement before he stood up and walked away from the wall. He was feeling sorry for himself again, but there was little he could do about that. He had spent too much time lately trying to make ends meet and cursing his father who had left him with the mess. He was able to at least wear decent clothing and he had men that depended on him and were loyal. They were able to take care of filling the pantry as long as he was able to supplement it with hunting. Perhaps they ate far too many stags and rabbit was starting to become a daily meat, but they were able to fill their stomachs and didn't go to bed hungry.

The young lord trotted into the castle, the maintained portion at least, and began to put together the supplies for his trip for the day. He'd need to make sure that he was able to bring down something bigger than a few hares today. The traders would be coming along soon, he had no doubt that they'd be arriving any day and he wanted to at least feed them well. Most of the country treated travelers as thieves and worse, frequently shutting their doors to them, but he knew better. They could be thieves, but they were also quite adept at being eyes and ears that gave him warning that he desperately needed when dealing with the crown. Liam was more than pleased to have them on his side and in return for good meals and shelter they frequently brought him more than just information.

He swung the bow over his back and picked up the quiver of arrows along his hip, sighing a little bit at the small amount of them. He'd have to take down one of the geese soon if he wanted to refill his quiver, but it was hopeful that he'd take down a pheasant and be able to refill it that way. Eggs were far more valuable to him than feathers at the moment, something that couldn't be replaced easily. The King's Wood was filled with game birds, though most of them were too small for arrows, he'd take his chances. His cook would be pleased with anything different he was able to bring back with him, including fresh greens.

He let out a bitter laugh as he contemplated just what his English counterparts would think if they knew that one of 'their' kind spent his afternoons foraging in a forest to fill his pantry. He was sure that the King wouldn't allow any of the English to live like this, they were likely fattened up on the teat of the crown with the supplies and goods that flowed from Ireland and Scotland. They hunted for sport, not to fill their bellies, but that was why they feared his people. They were warriors born and bred, where they used their weaponry with a purpose instead of playing soldier with one another, fighting in mock battles and tournaments. He could still have his pride, at least, he would always have that. No matter what happened.

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“Not a bad spread, m'lawd.” Angus drawled out the words in that strange mixture of english and scottish accent, the gypsy's smile was an easy curl of the lips as he leaned back in the aging chair. “Better 'n what he normally get.”

Liam offered a slight smile to the older man, doing his best to appear at ease while the room was filled with raucous voices. When the Gypsies came they never did so with quiet company, they were loud and brash, quite unlike what a lord was supposed to open his home too, but they also brought exotic foods with them. The rare taste of sweets had entered the meal much to the delight of his servants, many of which were going back for more as he entertained himself with the heads of the families that had come here. Much like every other visit, Angus took the lead, the large hairy man loud voiced and blunt. It was as close to a dinner party as the baron ever came to, but he still enjoyed it somewhat.

“Which is a few soldiers after you and perhaps some dogs?” He offered with a low laugh, shaking her head. “I've heard there's a bounty out on your heads.”

“True 'nough, suppose others thinkin' we've been stealin' again.” Angus widened his eyes slightly, they were twinkling slightly with amusement as he did so. “Then again, the fae are always willin' ta open doors to us, long as we're able to sing for them.”

“Better than most Englishmen.” Liam let out a low laugh at that, the English were frightened of anything they viewed as less than Christian. “Fine allies they make for you too.”

There was only one reasonable portion of the old fae that lived in the area, creatures that were tucked away in hidden lives away from the rest of mankind. They were old, older than humans at the very least, creatures of old magic and strange customs. He knew of them, Liam had been very young when he'd been taken to their Court and introduced to the old King. He remembered the white stag with a mixture of reverence and awe, recalling how the gentle creature had greeted him. They were by no means gentle as a rule, but the old King was a good one and had kept his people well. The reason the King's Wood was so abandoned by all except the Irish was thanks to the fact that they terrified any good Christian men.

Their court was strange and magical, but at the same time, they were honest enough to deal with. They could not lie, they could not betray a promise once given, as long as that was understood his father had prospered with them. They were a strange mishmash of creatures, true, but they were at least kinder than the current king. He had never made it a habit to visit them once his father had passed on, but he maintained a certain amiable presence with them. When he went out hunting he frequently saw them, the small sprites that sang and danced through the flowers, the larger hunters that shadowed him to be sure that he did not disobey their rules. His father was always clear that as long as he followed their rules they would not harm him, rules that were easy to understand.

Angus had the benefit of being half fae by way of his mother, though he hardly took to calling himself sidhe or a faerie or any number of other words. The only real trace his mixed ancestry left on him were a pair of tapered ears and eyes that were more wolf-like than they were human. Gypsies didn’t really care all that much that he was a mixed blood, after all, he was able to use a bit of magic to help them along their way and frequently had the ability to predict rough weather. It worked for them, though in the world of men Angus would have been strung up as a witch the moment he had shown signs, especially to the south.w

“Aye, well, Auld King Varys was at least, but the new Prince wheeel he'll be harder ta deal with.” Angus drawled thoughtfully. “He's courtin' the young princess and her fortune, ruthless, he is.”

“She's courting?” He paused as he lifted a glass to his lips and dropped it down again. “The princess, young Aurelia?”

“Oh aye, courtin' the next king.” The man wrinkled his nose just a touch. “Hardly havin' tastes if she's after the puca, bad blood there, dark and dangerous.”

He had the haziest memories of the lovely young fae woman he had met on the edge of the wood, but what he recalled made his attention sharpen. She had been a slight human looking woman, her hair spun like gold and her features sharp and elven. She had been tall, taller than he had been, with liquid silver eyes just as her father had boasted. He didn't know how the stag had fathered such a human seeming daughter, but the old King had also had a son that was more dog than stag. He had freely bred with those of his court so his children had reflected that. He could remember the music of her voice and the soft laughter that had surrounded him the few times that they had spoken. The glade had been brighter for her presence, that much he could remember clearly. His father had warned him away when he'd begun to talk to her, the old man firmly steering him back and warning him away lest he become bewitched with her magic.

The Sidhe Mound was a power to be reckoned with, they were flush with gold and wealth that came from the earth and all of it jealously protected. The only humans that they allowed to come and go were those that came with gifts and honored them. The creatures there were as many and varied as the fish in the ocean, with no seeming rhyme or reason to how they were created. Such wealth was wasted on them, the gold that they used they used for decoration, they didn't purchase anything with it, they built it all through their magic until portions of the forest were nearly as grand as the halls of any King. They seemed to have no concept of how money should be spent or where, a damned shame when Liam truly thought about it, one that left him shifting ack in his chair.

Puca were little more than forest sprites that heralded harvests and followed humans, lowly creatures with little magic if he recalled properly. He could only imagine what sort of king one of them might make, what they would do with such wealth. Not for the first time he felt the fires of avarice burn in his chest. What he wished for with all his heart was going to be given without thought to a creature so dim that it would have no idea what to do with it. They would sleep on gold beds and beneath gold sheets never realizing the real value of what they held. It was a waste, a waste that made him shift with a slight twinge of an idea running through his mind. An idea that made him stiffen slightly when he leaned forward towards the gypsy who was talking easily about how they had passed through the faerie mound.

“Tell me, is it for love that she marries?” He asked, his voice quite soft and lilting. “Or is it arranged?”

“Fer love, so they say. Not much that they tell a half blood like me, but dark or nae, he’s taking her.” Angus shrugged, it likely wouldn’t matter to him, he kept to his affairs in the human world. “But I cannae see them marrying for love.”

“So she’s not yet wed.” Liam pressed and felt a new surge of hope in his chest.

It was an answer to his problems, one that was presented in neat package, the likes of which he hadn’t even considered. He was tired of being poor. He was tired of suffering through the seasons like a peasant. He was tired of his people suffering for his lack of income. Why shouldn’t he seek a bride? He was of age and while the fae weren’t a typical arrangement, he knew that it would be honored at least in his homeland. There would be a dowry paid out to him, he would be wealthy once more and any children he had would be assured a place in their court. Magic blood ran thick in many of the old houses, why shouldn’t he introduce it in his own? Surely Aurelia wasn’t to be taken in by a puca, he could easily arrange matters for his own benefit. She had found him charming when he had been young, why not now?

He would leave tomorrow, and when he returned he would bring wealth with him. It was the answer to his prayers, a beautifully well-mannered answer to his prayers. It was all going to turn out for the better and he would accept nothing less. He was tired of being poor and trying to scrimp for everything good in his life. The English weren’t about to give him the money he needed, but marrying into the fae, he would be a power to be reckoned with finally. His people would flourish and he could rebuild his castle to be a force to be reckoned with. They would have to negotiate with him for passage again and none would pass without paying him in even more gold.

“Aye, but married or not, that dinnae mean that it’s not a sure thing.” Angus commented with a slight twist of his lips as if the man knew where his thoughts were going. “They’ll be married before the moon is out, mark my words.”

“Damn.” Liam cursed and took a long drink of his wine, wrinkling his nose at the sour taste.

“Thinking of taking up with the fae?” Angus asked with his brow lifted up as if curious. “Hardly a thing I expected out of ye.”

“They have money I do not have.” Liam admitted and tapped his fingers on the table. “You can hardly miss that I am no where near a wealthy lord, especially when compared to the English.”

“Fah, who cares for the English?” Angus said and a few people laughed at the comment, even his own people. “M’lord, you have land and freedom, better than gold.”

“That doesn’t fill my stomach or repair my estate.” He responded bitterly. “It does little to help me. My home is slowly crumbling, I don’t have the funds to repair and I cannot ask my people to repair it when we are all struggling simply to feed ourselves.”

“And for that you would marry?” Angus looked a bit shocked, his brows raising upwards.

“I’d marry a damn horse if I thought that it would allow myself and my people to live prosperously. You’ve seen the better lands, I have to hunt just to put meat on the table.” Liam admitted and swallowed down a mouthful of wine, ignoring the bitter aftertaste of it. “At least with the fae we’d be given wealth.”

“Then why not marry into them?” The gypsy asked casually, tipping his head forward with a slight lift of one brow. “If you’re truly wishing wealth you’d marry into the royal family, they’d not turn down someone of noble blood.”

“Which, as you have told me, isn’t likely to happen.” He shot back, feeling the edge of depression looming above him, seeing hope and having it yanked away did nothing to better his mood.

“Aye, cannae marry Aurelia, but there’s always other options.” Angus turned his wolf-like eyes to one side thoughtfully, lips quirking up in a slight smile. “He’s got a son, ye’ve seen him, the big Cu Sith that works as enforcer tae his father.”

“Conner?” Liam let out a ragged laugh at that and gave his head a shake. “I don’t think I’m pretty enough for that and he’s certainly not pretty enough for me!”

The King’s son was a strange creature, he’d met him a time or two, a calculatingly strange canine that had a sharp tongue and even sharper mind. His mother had been one of the great hounds of the hunt, a Cu Sith, that the King had taken on a whim. He had been born and raised among the court, but he had always held that hunting edge. It was like comparing night and day between them, certainly there was no gentle human nature to the animalistic prince. He was more like the two legged stag that ruled over them, a touch of the wild that was designed to inspire both fear and intimidate his underlings. The idea of marrying him at least jollied him into a better mood, letting him bark out another laugh before filling up his glass.

“I think he’d take you as a wife.” Angus said with a little lilt to his voice. “The king has long since wanted to have a hand in the noble houses and his son is too eager to sniff after the crown.”

“Men don’t marry men!” Liam growled, irritated at the joke despite himself and he took another drink, he was starting to feel slightly dizzy thanks both to the poor quality of the wine and the fact he was drinking more than he should.

“Conner is not a man.” Angus pointed out logically. “He is one of the fae and their ideas of sexual partnerships are quite open. Varys will be wantin’ to join with a royal house an’ you’re close tae royalty.”

“I’m also not royal, I’m a minor noble.” Liam responded, feeling his cheek flushing red at the mere suggestion that was being made. “He’d hardly agree to it and I would offend all of them, and then I’d hardly manage to get any hunting done with their anger at my heels.”

“As I said, they’re not the sort tae think of gender that way. You’re royal enough for the King. And wife enough for Conner should you propose.” Angus threw back his glass with relish. “You’d be swimin’ in gold before the moon was full if you were daring enough.”

“Propose to him?” Liam asked, curious despite himself. Perhaps it was the wine, he had never had a head for it and he had been drinking more than he should have been.

“Aye, the fae take boldness quite seriously. Should you approach the Prince in a place of importance, in view of the court, and propose that he be your husband he would be thrilled at the boldness. He’d be quite taken with ye.” Angus nodded his head a little bit. “The finer the costume and the larger the audience, the more he seriously he would take it. No fae is proposed to in quiet, and frequently it is the women that make the first move.”

“I’m not a woman!” Liam was nearly sputtering, the heat was growing worse along his cheeks in embarrassment, the conversation was going into increasingly disturbing new realms.

“Nae, but you’d be a wife. Conner is unmarried and available, should you really wish tae be free of debt.” Angus gave a slight smile at him as he reached for the pitcher of wine. “Not really hard tae manage, a bit of rough fun together and ye’d have the backing of the Sidhe. Surely you’re arse could manage that.”

There was laughter all around the table, rough and amused and Liam forced himself to join in with it rather than stifling what he wanted to say. It wasn’t that he was simply embarrassed, it was that it went against damn near every teaching he could imagine. The very idea of becoming another males wife was grating and humiliating, but at the same time, Angus had made a point of letting him know the benefits were not exactly small. Wealth and access to the Sidhe court, wealth enough to rebuild his family home and lands, wealth enough to make the English lords sit up and take notice of him. Was his pride truly worth it to ignore such a possibility? The fae wouldn’t care who he bedded, those under him would simply be relieved at their improvement in life. He would be a hero.

And a wife.. He thought ruefully and hid his blush into his cup again, his eyes sliding towards Angus. It couldn’t hurt to ask…

~ ~ * ~ ~

Young Prince Conner was a sight in the strange fae court, a creature that looked as far from his stag-like father as he could possibly get. While his sister was a lean elegant creature that was patterned after the most delicate of women, he was patterned after a great hound. His fur was thick and shaggy, wolf-like in the way it created a ruff around his neck and led up towards the fearsome head with a fang filled maw that seemed as if it could easily swallow the world. The white teeth caught the light and glittered brightly with each and every word he said, showing the deep red of his tongue at times, making it harder for Liam to swallow down the feel of fear that was rising in the back of his throat as he stood beside Angus.

Conner was the color of moss, a shade that should have made him fanciful and bright, but on the creature it looked more like the camouflage of a hunter, something fierce and frightening. He wore a loose black shirt gilded with silver along the sleeves, but that didn’t hide the broadness of the chest or the broad hands that were tipped in blunt looking claws. There was nothing human save for the fact he walked on two legs, there was no indication that he was gentle or sweet as his sister was. He stood on two heavy cloven hooves, the only hint that he carried his father’s genes, each of them polished and dipped with an edge of real silver that rang in the ball room as he moved through it. Liam did his best to fixate on those limbs instead of looking upwards, he struggled to ignore the fact that the fae dog wore no pants at all, and he kept failing as he felt cold twists in his stomach of what he was going to do.

The long powerful deep green legs changed to more predatory along the upper hips as the ass was topped with a thick feline like tail that was wrapped in bands of silver. It wasn’t the tail that made Liam swallow, though, it was the sight of the fat sheath that was hanging down heavily just beneath the navel and set above a set of dark thick balls. It was a bestial piece of anatomy, one that was crowned with a thick silver ring that pierced the fat lipped opening, making sure that eyes were drawn to him as he flaunted his virility to the room in general. He had no shame, but that wasn’t unexpected, Conner was never one to hide any part of him that he was proud of. He used it as a weapon in a room of dangerous and powerful creatures. And Liam was going to risk the beast just for a chance at wealth.

It was foolish, it was going to make him a laughing stock, everyone would point out that he was less of a man and there would be no end of songs sung about him. But it would be worth it for the wealth, as the wife of a prince he would be given access to the royal coffers. Angus had said that it was considered ‘appropriate’ for the husband to move in with him rather than have him stay in court. After all, the prince wasn’t the actual heir and it was intended that he strike out on his own. The creature was massive and frightening to look upon, he would be daunting to even an army, he would be a valuable warrior in the future, but god. The idea of wedding the beast made him feel sick, but he had to put his faith in Angus and that the half-blood was leading him true.

“You look acceptable, but hardly as far as you could have gone.” Angus said with a slight hint of disapproval in his tone. It was the disapproval that made it harder to keep from getting flustered when he looked down at himself.

Angus had been more than happy to help him with this, though he wasn't sure if that was because the half-blood was having a merry time watching a noble putting himself into such a humiliating position or if he was actually being helpful for the sake of helping. He had been told that if he wanted to have his proposal taken seriously he would be expected to present himself as the part. His normal clothing had been taken away and been replaced with something that was softer and brought with it a hint of soft feminine grace. It wasn't a dress, nothing so dramatic as that, but it also wasn't something that a man of his station would have normally worn.

His pants were tight soft looking velvet, a pale robin's egg blue that was trimmed with lace along the line of the legs and the broad band of the upper waistband. His shirt was a similarly light color, but there was more lace at his neck and along his cuffs, delicately played over so that there were panels that showed off the bare skin beneath. It was sensual and supposed to attract the eyes, especially the way that the pattern across his chest made sure that his nipples stood out against the pale fabric. It was supposed to make sure that there was no mistaking his proposal. It was important for him to be shown as the more feminine, to mark that he was going to be the wife. It galled him, making his cheeks flush in embarrassment with how he’d let himself be dressed, but it had been explained to him carefully.

_Others have supported him, those that didn’t even know what I intended to do. _ Liam thought nervously, fidgeting slightly as he drew in a steadying breath.

The fae gave their word and it was unbreakable, they would never lie, and since Angus was half-fae he could only assume that the gypsy wasn’t leading him false. It made sense that the one that was going to be the ‘wife’ was going to present himself as the effeminate, even if it made him want to hide in the back of the room. The celebration had at least brought out enough people that he didn’t feel too many eyes upon him as he moved around. It also had given him time to study Conner’s casual arrogance and the way he moved through the crowds, as if he wore his royalty like a robe. It was a forgivable pride, surely, given the fact he had a history of battle and triumphs against terribly skewed odds.

“Go on, he’s coming!” Angus suddenly announced and set a hand to the small of his back.

It happened in a flash, the shove sent him directly into Conner’s way, nearly crashing into the seven foot tall canine. He only saved himself by getting his feet under control and catching the shoulder of one of the other humans. He found himself staring up into a broad powerful muzzle, the dark black nose glistened in the light as a set of pale amber eyes peered down at him curiously. They were intelligent, not animalistic at all, holding a wealth of knowledge in them as the broad triangle shaped ears pricked upwards with slight curious expression on his face. Liam briefly caught scent of a mixture of cinnamon and clove on the air before his face burned a deep red and he gulped down a steadying breath. It was now or never. Wealth, a chance to secure his lands, it all was waiting on one simple action. He drew in a breath and swallowed the sick feeling in his stomach before dropping to his knees in front of the prince.

There was a murmur around him, the sound of movement as eyes were drawn to the drama as Liam put himself at a level that he didn’t want to be at. The balls were at eye level with him, the bare swell of them were bouncing against the inner thighs with a little sway that made his throat have a little lump before jerking his eyes up. It was impossible not to have his attention flash towards the swell of the ring catching the light, just like it was designed to do so he had to look up at the canine features. He could feel his ears burning, the throbbing beat of his heart was building up wildly as he felt ready to pass out, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He had to do this.

“Prince Conner, I have come to your court free of heart and hearth..” He started the prepared words, though they tasted like ashes on his tongue. “I have come with tales of your bravery, generosity, wisdom and ferocity in battle to offer my heart and hearth to you to claim as your own. I would be taken to your bed and stand as your w-wife before all eyes, Sidhe and man.” He stuttered over the word wife, but he plowed ahead, hearing murmuring that was growing louder. “It would honor me if you would take me as your own, claim me and mark me as yours and yours alone.”

“You offer yourself as my wife?” Conner’s voice was a lilting tone that made his heart give a slight flip flop in response.

“Yes, my prince, I do.” He tipped his head forward, feeling the flush running along the back of his neck, he could almost feel the dog watching him and studying him.

He was being looked at like a piece of meat and he knew it, and all the court was watching them. That was a part of why he was supposed to do it in public, it would assure that he would be accepted and prove that he wasn’t intending to make it into some sort of shameful secret. Conner would never tolerate being a shameful secret, but now he was left doubting himself as he felt the eyes roving down the line of his back and shoulders. The sharp mixture of cinnamon and clove mingled with a faint musk scent as one of the large hand-paws moved down to curl right along the curve of the chin, running lightly with a little drag of the claws as his head was tilted back upwards, past the fat heavy sheath to look at the amber eyes watching him with amusement twinkling in them.

There was a bald enjoyment that made the eyes swing down lower, obviously lingering at the curve of his ass, despite the way that the human kept it tucked. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to have proposed to a lovely princess, not this burly dog that was looking at him as if he were something that might be eaten up in a snap. He felt as if the eyes were peeling away the soft lace that wrapped over him and looking at the bare skin beneath. He didn’t know just how far the dog would take a husband’s duties, but the tongue that ran over the muzzle bespoke no good for him, that was one thing that was a surety.

“I would happily accept you as my wife.” The dog growled out, a sweet murmuring sound that sent an unwilling shiver down his back. “If you would take the ring from me and wear it for all the world to see.”

“I would accept your ring, gratefully!” Liam answered, shifting his weight backwards, feeling the tension in his chest both relax while the fear rose in his stomach. “And that would make me your wife.”

“Oh yes, human, you will be wife. Only retrieve the ring.” The dog answered, the low rumble growing deeper by the moment. “Take it from me and you will wear it to mark your new status.”

He began to stand up, already bracing himself for accepting a ring from the fae dog, but as he tried to stand up, a large hand dropped down onto his shoulder and flexed fingers down to give a powerful squeeze. He was forced to remain in place as he was pushed backwards so that his ass was resting on the back of his legs and the dog stepped forward. It was a deliberate swaying movement of his hips, the long leonine tail was twitching wildly behind him as he tipped his head down even closer and let out a soft rumbling whisper.

“I did not mean for you to stand, my would be wife, the ring you seek is just beyond your nose.” Conner said, his eyes bright with wicked mischief as the words left him. “If you would wear it, you must remove it.”

“Y-your piercing?!” He nearly yelped he words, the idea so strange that he could barely believe it as the dog’s large paw cupped just behind his head, the fingers curling a little bit.

“I will not promise my bed and heart to a wife who does not know her duties, human.” The dog smiled, showing sharp curved canines and the tip of a red tongue. “If you will be my wife, you will prove to myself and court that your proposal is not an idle one. Use the lips and tongue you spoke your promise to, to show how serious you are and when you have taken it off then I shall wed you by the setting of the sun.”

It was a flowery bit of wording, but he made something clear, he wasn’t just going to take the ring off the dog’s sheath, he was supposed to do it with his lips and tongue. He tried to look towards Angus to see if this was what was supposed to happen, but when he shifted his head the paw gave a pull forward that drew his lips closer towards the heavy sheath. It was bestial looking, not even a glimmer of humanity to reassure him that it was something familiar, but what was he going to do? He would be expected to do more than oral if he were going to marry the fae creature. This was just the first step, he shifted forward a little bit and let out a shaking breath as the warm heat kissed over the velveteen pouch, seeing the opening stirring slightly as he looked at the thick silver ring.

Up close it wasn’t just silver, there were small diamonds that glittered set in a pattern of lighter silver, white gold, twisting and turning about in a pleasing design. It was quite thick looking and broad enough that he knew that it must have cost a fortune to create and it had been used as just a perverted bit of jewelry on the creature. There would be more wealth, he would be showered in jewels and gold once he were wed, though it wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable as it would have been if it were the princess, he was able to push thoughts to the back of his mind as he leaned in and let his lips brush the body warmed metal.

The dog’s growl of pleasure rang in his ears as the fingers ran along the nape of his neck and there was a bit of laughter in the room. They were putting on a fine show for those watching, but that didn’t stop him from licking out again, the dart of his tongue trailed upwards and ran with a roll that pushed his way along the sheath and pulled the ring upwards. His lips wrapped around the metal as the pouch began to swell open wider and the spiced scent of musk grew in the air as there was something moving through the heavy flesh. He opened his lips and ran his tongue around the diamonds and metal, trying to feel along it for a latch and not quite sure what it was he was looking for. He lavished with a wet little lick and push, running a little harder as he wrapped his tongue tip around the ring and gave a little pull backwards.

He opened his eyes to look at the belly that was bunching up and relaxing again as he saw the opening of the dark sheath spreading apart in reaction as his chin bumped against the swaying flesh. He felt a heavy rod pushing outwards while he suckled and ran his tongue back and forth against the ring, his saliva slicking over it as the tip of a dark red cock tip began to push outwards just in front of his nose. The slimy glans poked free while he tipped his head to one side and then the other, jerking backwards and then pushing forward again while he felt the length stirring and growing, filling out the sheath as he drew the ring backwards a bit more, not able to find a ball or latch or anything that might let the thing slip free.

“Keep working, you’ll find it, my would be wife.” Conner commanded, his paw sliding down towards Liam’s shoulder and reset his legs apart.

The cock was rising up, swelling and growing, the glassy smooth length was running right along his nose and rubbing against him while he tried his best to evade it. The ring should have opened with a simple catch, but it had been sealed shut in a smooth circle that made him roll it around faster, he worked it through the well healed hole of the piercing and began to breathe a bit faster. The thickened length was like a dog’s shaft, smooth and swelling wider, thin at the tip before flaring wide towards the base in a bulbous swell. It was large enough that he had to move his head down as the sheath was bunching up and wrinkling, pushing backwards as he panted out a ragged burst of noise. He was shaking a little bit as he suckled and drew in some of the soft fleshy sheath before slipping free with a wet noise.

“It doesn’t have an opening.” He stammered, his cheeks going red as the twitching cock flung out a splatter of precum that nearly hit his cheek. “How does it come off?”

“Magic, my lovely one.” Conner ran his tongue along his lips again. “Use your mouth more cleverly, you’ll find out how it comes free. Only my wife may take it from me by showing me her desire to be with me.”

“He means get that mouth around him!” Someone cried out with a burst of laughter, laughter that was picked up. “Even a would be princess should use her mouth on her future husband!”

“I…” Liam blanched a little and realized what they were saying, he wasn’t supposed to be finding a catch or latch to undo the ring, he was supposed to be doing something else.

“Surely that shouldn’t surprise you.” Conner offered with a barking laugh, his lips curling back in a wicked smile, not disagreeing with what the person in the crowd had said.

By this point the cock was jutting up proud and thick, twitching and quivering so that precum was rolling down along the tip and Liam nearly bolted back. He could have and he knew it. He had no doubt his reputation would suffer, but they wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Of course, if he did that, he wouldn’t get the wealth he wanted. He was a whore. A well dressed and well bred whore, but he was a whore none the less and knowing that didn’t make it any easier when he leaned forward. His breathing came out with a surge of heat, slipping free that ran along the cock as he leaned forward and sealed his fate.

He opened his lips around the cock and slipped down along the glans before pushing downwards, spreading his maw wider so that the sweep of his tongue could push up to run along the stiff length. The taste of it was salty and sweet, faintly of spices that made him swallow and suckle down tightly around the cock as he pushed lower along the length. He worked his lips around the heavy cock while there was a growl of approval above him, the length twitched and spurted out a sudden stream of precum that flushed right into the back of his throat. He was nearly choking on it before he pulled back, trailing strands of slimy saliva over his bottom lip and the grip of the paws moved to hold the back of his neck a bit more firmly.

He wasn’t being forced and somehow that made it worse, he was choosing to do this, he was the Lord of his own lands and he was sucking on a thick red dog cock in the middle of a court of human and fae both. He pulled backwards so that the glans pushed against his tongue and then he swallowed his way down the cock, gulping as the tightening walls began to hold around him. The flesh was so smooth and soft feeling, all laid over a hard boned that made it jut out stiffly as there was a roll that pushed it in deeper. He made a slightly choking noise and moved his hands out automatically, cupping against the sleek smooth hips and felt the rippling muscles beneath them. They bunched up as the tip drove in deeper and he lowered his lips, swallowing his way down with a wet trail of precum coated the line of his tongue as he panted out a breath.

His mouth tightened and relaxed as the thick ring that rested on the sheath bumped right up against the underside of his chin. He felt the round heavy balls slapping up slightly before he drew his lips upwards again, pulling free with a wet slimy inches before pushing down again. He started to tighten his hold, the small spasms were working over the stiff twitching length and the dog rolled forward. The paws moved along his shoulders, flexing the fingers and digging down firmly before the hips drew backwards again, the cock tip popped from his throat to smear the taste of salty sweet precum over the edges. He was nearly choking on it before the dog stuffed him again, Conner growling out in pure pleasure, delighting in the way the hot silken mouth clutched him before the stiff cock drove right into his throat.

Liam gagged slightly and twisted in place, squirming a little before he pulled back, slipping the knot free with a wet sound. It pulled free with messy lines of precum and saliva coating against the length, damping along the sheath as he pulled all the way back. His hot breath panted out and flushed over the edges while the balls actually hit up against his chin with the next thrust. He squirmed in place, his body warming with much more than embarrassment. The sound of laughter and voices in the backdrop echoed back to him before the dog gave a series of little pumps, forcing the swell of the base past his lips time and again.

The bulge of it was forcing itself in, making him feel the tongue pin down in place before he pulled backwards again. The little twist and turn made him gag as the cock tip scrubbed right along the line of his throat. The shaft was bulging larger, filling out, thickening so that his jaws ached slightly to hold him and the knot was growing wider by the moment. He could feel the way it was popping past his lips forcefully, the timed movements were building up wildly as he squirmed and gave a little pull backwards. The knot was just like a dogs, but he had never really paid attention to them, why the hell would he look at a dog’s cock? He knew they existed and now he was being educated in just how large they could be and how they worked.

The early softness grew harder and wider, the soft skin was being stretched open as it shoved past his lips with bruising force. It pushed inwards with a forceful little shove that made him snap his eyes open wide when it caught along his lips and teeth. The prince made no attempt to hide his pleasure, instead he was growling out and giving short hard thrusts that ground the line of the ring right against his chin, pushing it forward. It was well and truly violating him as he felt it catching his teeth once more, yanking backwards and he couldn’t quite let it slip free. He automatically clenched down as he felt the balls starting to tighten up beneath his chin. He gulped and tugged, working his lips with a little more force as his breathing became too loud in his own ears. And still the base was swelling open, bulging with throbbing quivers that pinned his tongue down in place so he couldn’t move it around.

He gave his head a ragged shake back and forth, trying to pull free, but the knot locked itself inside of his mouth and his jaws couldn’t open wide enough to let it slip free. He muffled a whimper, his eyes rolling up to see the dog’s eyes darkening with lust and desire, making no secret of the pleasure he was taking with a series of ragged strokes. They build up, the timed drives hitting forward before the balls heaved up. The ring was nearly crushing up against his chin as the shaft began to leap and twitch in place, quivering little throbs that drove the cock tip deep into his throat. He felt it swelling open, the entire length was growing and making it hard to concentrate as he squeezed his eyes closed and groaned out.

Two things happened at once, but only one did his mind immediately fixate him on, the cock tip erupted in a hot stream of cum that poured down his throat with such force that he was nearly bucking to get away. It was too warm, almost hot, rushing out while the knotted cock twitched up and down, jerking in place while he was forced to swallow to keep from drowning in it. His stomach gave a flip flop while his lips wrapped just behind the knot as the next stream poured backwards, building up on itself as the balls heaved up and twitched, working to flood his stomach with the rich taste. It was warming him, a hot ball swelling through his stomach as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and whimpered. It didn’t feel right, something was terribly wrong feeling with the sensation, well, more wrong than the fact his mouth was knotted on a near stranger’s shaft.

It was only while he felt his stomach giving small twists and ripples that he realized that the hard edge of the ring that had been grinding on his chin was gone. He was pillowed on the twitching balls instead and he shifted with a little squirm. Some creamy cum leaked out along the line of his chin, dribbling down towards the back of his jawline while he reached down and fumbled for the ring that had come unclasped from the piercing. It wasn’t hard to find, the thick metal rested right on his upper thigh and his shaking fingers caught it up as he swallowed another thick mouthful of the cum. The thick cream puddled along the back of his throat and he let out a shaking burst of noise while he lifted his hands up with the ring, he’d gotten the ring, he’d done it.

“Trying to put it on already, my lovely wife?” Conner rumbled, his voice thick with still pulsing pleasure. “It does not go on your finger, but I shall be happy to show you where it does go.”

Liam didn’t like the sound of that, but he had already come this far, it wasn’t as if he could turn back now. He forced himself to swallow down another thick eruption of seed, his breath coming out in a shaking rush. He could do this, he would do this, think of the gold. He squeezed his fingers around the still warm ring and tried not to think about where that ring was going to go.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Marriage to the fae wasn’t as daunting as Liam had thought it would be. He had assumed it would be something like a ceremony, but Conner had informed him quite smugly that any real ceremony they had would be in his own fortress instead of the hall of the faeries. He should have been grateful that he was only made to pledge his devotion in front of the aging stag king, he should have been relieved that was all he had to worry about at the time, but relief was short lived with his new husband had been boasting that the wedding night would be no disappointment. He was starting to regret what he’d done, but there was no going back from it now. With a prick of blood on each hand joined with the broad furred paws he had given his word to one of the fae.

He had done it with the taste of cum still in his mouth, and he was rather horrified to realize that it hadn’t been entirely distasteful. The creamy mixture had a strangely sweet alluring taste to it, one that had made him uncomfortably aware that several times he had been licking his lips. The knot had taken its time to withdraw, but it had left behind a faintly hazy sensation in his mind. He had no doubt a good portion of it was embarrassment, but the warmth hadn’t passed, not even when he’d promised on his life that he would remain faithful to his new husband. The cold fear hadn’t touched that warmth, he’d felt almost drunk on it, even when he knew what his words meant.

And they’d kill me if I broke it. Of course, he’s under the same constriction. _ Liam thought as he fidgeted nervously in the wide open suite that he had been given with the Cu Sith prince. _I made sure he pledged that his wealth was mine to share, and that gives me what I’ve wanted.

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“So, my sister gets a husband and I get a wife. I had never assumed a human would be so bold.” Conner’s voice was a rich rumble, even in the open air suite it seemed to reverberate. “But I cannot say I’m displeased with the situation.”

The dog’s eyes were twinkling in the firelight as he padded around Liam, roving his gaze over the half dressed state of his new wife. The moment they’d passed into the suite the dog had removed his shirt, shedding the only clothing he had so that his pierced nipples were exposed. The silver on them flashed in the light, a match for the ring that had been retrieved from the sheath, which made it harder for Liam not to stare at him. The hound exuded sexuality as easy as breathing, making no attempt to hide his enjoyment of his new situation as he padded around the room. He’d never dreamed he would feel like a blushing bride, but damned if he wasn’t flushed and studiously staring at his feet instead of the fae creature that examined him.

“Not going to say anything?” Conner asked, his voice lilting up slightly before there was a barking laugh. “You do not need to be silent around me, my lovely one, after all, that is the benefit of our relationship that we can be friends as well as lovers.”

“I am glad you’re pleased.” Liam answered, jerking his eyes up as a paw reached out to catch his hip, tugging him closer as the loosened shirt fluttered along his hips.

“So shy…” The dog growled. “I suppose you must be, lovely wife, but don’t worry, my gift to you will help you to accept your role.”

“Your gift?” He looked up before yipping out when he was pulled up against the broad body, feeling the paw sliding right up against the underside of his shirt, pushing it upwards. “The ring..” He added with understanding and the dog let out a low laugh as the lift upwards hauled the lace edged shirt from his body.

“Oh aye, the ring. A woman I would have given a ring for her finger, but for you, you require something special to create a bond between us.” Conner rumbled, the paw wasn’t quite rough, but it wasn’t gentle either as the young lord flushed hot red as his pale chest was exposed. “Go on, take the ring you earned out of your pocket for me.”

Liam opened his mouth to protest and then just gave his head a shake to clear it, he knew what he’d signed up for, there was no way for him to avoid certain duties that the prince would expect out of him. He’d come to peace with that, but it wasn’t something easy to come to terms with when he felt the bare paws against his chest, the blunt claws ran along the line of his chest as he fumbled in his pocket for the ring. It was warm to the touch as he pulled his hand out, feeling the weight of it as the dog’s paw boldly reached down to catch the line of his pants. He did it with the casual hold of one that knew he wouldn’t be refused. It made the reality of the situation hit him harder as his pants were undone, the strings loosened while the dog gave a nudge that sent him stumbling backwards.

He closed his fingers down tightly around the ring in his palm, feeling the heavy metal digging in roughly as he sucked in a breath and let it out again. The rush of it turning into a soft noise as teeth nipped his shoulders and the broad paws began to shove his pants downwards. He nearly grabbed the edge of the pants to haul them back up as the heavy furred body pressed against him with a slight caress that ran against his back. The paws pushed further down, the fabric running down along his hips to bear his ass and the low swell of his cock draped along his balls. The sweet spiced scent of the dog filled the air, making his body tremble slightly as one of the hands caught the hand with the ring and lifted it up.

He opened his fingers up to show the ring and let out a shocked noise as he realized that it was no longer quite as small as it had been. The metal was thinner, but it was larger, half the size of his palm and the jewels were still glittering brightly as the dog picked it up. He rolled it between padded fingers, making the diamonds seem to glow as the other bare paw pinned him flat back against the naked chest. His breathing was coming faster as he watched the ring growing between the fingers. He felt an electric shock trickle over his skin and he swallowed down a roughened breath and looked around wildly. He didn’t know what to expect, but the sensation made everything sharper and the haze that he had been feeling since he’d gone down on the prince was growing more intense.

The prince lifted the ring up so that he could see it better as it was rolled back and forth, the slight spin of the metal caught the light and made something in his stomach tighten. He didn’t know what the ring was going to be for, but he could only imagine that at the size it was, it would be a bracelet. Or perhaps a shackle, something to make sure he was ensnared by the prince firmly enough that he wouldn’t be able to break free. Perhaps he’d make matching cuffs. The thought made him panic before the large muzzle slid along his shoulder and the trickle of warm breath ran against his bare skin.

“To help you in your wifely duties.” Conner explained, though it hardly seemed an explanation at all to the panicked human.

Liam squirmed backwards as suddenly the other paw reached up and cupped him just beneath the balls as casually as the dog might shake his hand. It made him jump as the fingers rolled him back and forth and the ring dropped down along his stomach. Too late he realized the reason for the thing, too late he figured out that it wasn’t being used for anything so normal as a bracelet. He tried to wriggle away, but the powerful arms held him in check as the warmed metal touched the tip of his soft shaft and slipped over it smoothly. The bottom of the ring slid down and pushed right under his balls, the fingers deftly pushing his orbs through the narrow opening so that they were trapped in the warmed metal band that was nestled down towards his trunk.

Liam cried out, the sound breaking past his lips helplessly as there was a sudden surge of fire burning over his skin. It was like a fever that ran through his lower body as he went from outraged anger at being handled by the prince to something far more intimate. His cock hardened, he didn’t want it too, he wasn’t even aroused by the fact the fae was touching him, but his body ran hot with arousal. It swelled and curled up along his lower stomach until he writhed and twisted in pace. The ring tightened as his balls grew heavier, pushing the ridge of the thing down towards his lower belly as the swollen flesh kept it snugly in place. The sudden arousal and flow of blood was nearly painful, certainly it wasn’t entirely pleasurable, but that didn’t seem to matter to Conner.

“You’d be amazed how many men have taken wives such as yourself.” He commented, the finger tip tracing under the ring lightly. “We’ve learned how to deal with those that might not be enthusiastic about their roles. After all, what good is a wife who does not wish to please her husband?”

“Wh-what is this?!” Liam gasped out and felt something hot and wet sliding along the curve of his ass.

“That ring matches the ones I wear, it’s a matched set you see.” The prince all but purred at him, pushing the lord’s upper body forward until he had no other choice but to grab for the edge of one of the tables. “You share my arousal, and ensures that the only relief you get is when you satisfy me.”

“It almost hurts!” He protested, his cock twitching and throbbing with beating of his heart, making it hard to think as he was pushed forward by the weight against his back.

“Poor wee lord..” Conner’s voice drawled out with a slightly thicker accent. “That ring will make sure when you want pleasure you’ll come to me. I have no wish to take a wife that will not share my bed.”

Liam tried to understand what was being said, but it was growing harder to think by the moment as the ring seemed to make his entire body thrum with desire that was not his own! He was no stranger to passion, but that passion always had a source, some image in his mind or a lovely woman he watched, but this had no source. It was a need that swallowed him down and refused to let him go as he let out a whimpering noise as the fingers along his loins slid up and the touch ran right along the stiff length of his cock. It made him thrust forward into the touch that fluttered down towards the base near where the ring kept his balls pulled up away from his body. The hot breath tickled the nape of his neck as the dog growled and the hips gave a short thrust forward, rolling powerful hips as the boned cock pushed out to rub right along the crease of his ass.

There was a spray of precum that spilled out against the small of his back so that he squirmed in place, twisting a little bit as the other hand moved to cup against his hip. He couldn’t get away from the feeling as the weight pushed the chest down harder against his shoulders, keeping him in place as there was a pump and slide backwards. The slimy length was larger feeling now than it had felt in his mouth, it felt terrifyingly large that it pushed outwards and wedged right along the crease of his ass. He should have been more outraged and scared, he had been prepared for this, but it should have roused more emotions in him, but it was hard to make his mind work as his cock was squeezed by the paw.

“Trouble speaking?” The prince murmured, the voice growing deeper, vibrating along the line of his back. “Let me make it simple for you. If you wish to be pleasured, you will do so at my hands. That ring will forbid you even the pleasure of touching yourself unless I will it..”

The prince’s voice was perfectly reasonable, but there was nothing reasonable about what was being said! Unable to pleasure himself? He had resigned himself to what this marriage would be like, but he had assumed that he would be able to continue mostly as he had been. After all, he could have lovers, he didn’t care if the dog had lovers, they’d find an accord since he knew that Conner was not one that preferred males alone. The ring was obviously magic, he knew that, but god ,the idea of his passions being on the whim of a fae that he barely knew? This marriage was taking new overtones, ones that he hadn’t counted on.

The dog didn’t seem to care, in fact, the prince was almost radiating eager pleasure at having his new wife for the first time. He was panting out as the dog’s hips drew backwards with a smooth stroke that drew the tapered tip down, the very large feeling tapered tip. There was another stab of desire that hit him, making his hips jerk forward with a thrust that drove between the fingers and pumped wildly. The paw moved away from him, trailing from his stiffened length as the ring felt like it was pulsing in place. The fingers grabbed his hips and squeezed, the blunt claws bit down tightly as there was a low feral growl along his back as the cock tip trailed down and suddenly ran right along his pucker and his eyes snapped open wide.

The prince’s low growl vibrated out against his neck before the cock tip suddenly shoved forward and caught right against his thick ring and spread him open. It was a sudden stream of precum that made him cry out as his walls began to open up wider and wider, the powerful hips bore down against him and pushed him firmly against the table. He scrabbled and tried to brace himself as his inner walls suddenly contracted down tightly, squeezing painfully tight as the girth sank in deeper. His hips were pushed upwards with the force of the thrust, feeling the slimy precum bubbling up from the tip as his cock twitched against his own stomach. His fingers dug down as a groan burst from his throat, the sound horrifying him as it wasn’t entirely one of denial.

The shaft felt even larger now, his muscles were being pried open as the steady pressure pushed forward again and the chest pushed down a bit more securely against his back. There was no way for him to get out, he twisted and squirmed in place, his body arching slightly while the forceful plunge spilled more precum, trying to ease into the passage. The thicker he grew the more his muscled passage struggled to hold the length, feeling the ache as the tip dug in deeper into the bowels as the flush of wetness poured in deeper. He squirmed and twisted in place, his eyes flashing wide as sharp teeth suddenly closed down against the nape of his neck and squeezed, the possessive growl thrummed down his back before the tip caressed along a point inside of him that made his passage clamp down tightly.

The next roll of the prince’s hips drew backwards and tugged the girth along, pulling his aching anal ring open into a wide stretched O as he sucked down a breath and cried it out again. The grip of the paws tightened against his hips before Conner drove forward again in a short plunge that made him brace against the line of the table. His cock was pulsing, achingly hard, twitching against his stomach while he began to spread his legs open wider as the bestial length burrowed deep into his passage. The widest point began to push right along his ass cheeks, an intimate kiss as the tip dug in deep and the stomach arched upwards with the thrust. The hot pants burst free from between his lips before the prince began to thrust in earnest.

Liam was on fire, it was an ache of desire that made it hard to think or put words together, nothing made sense as the magic from the ring was ruthlessly swallowing him down. The thick boned length was rubbing right along his prostate, stroking against it, stimulating him, keeping him on edge. He rolled his hips, the movements unplanned as the knotted base tauntingly pushed against the bare cheeks of his ass, grinding forward, trying to pry him just that much wider open. Every thrust forward came with the weight pushing down on him harder, the precum welling up while the wide stretched muscles gave helpless spasms around him. It wasn’t like anything he had experienced before, it was too much, too thick, shaped far too wrong. It shouldn’t have felt good, but god, it did, the stiff length seemed to find the most sensitive spots of his body and claimed them for his own.

His newly made husband’s small noises rang in his ears, they were roughened, thick with desire that made him tense up slightly. He knew he should have been more humiliated, he even tried to latch onto that humiliation in an attempt to retain some of his dignity, but Conner robbed him of it. The base began to grind up against his lewdly spread pucker and pushed it inwards on itself, the weight of the hips bore down against him in a rapid series of thrusts. The balls crashed against him, slapping time and time again, hitting up roughly before drawing backwards again. The pressure growing, making his stomach tense up as the young lord tipped his head forward and squeezed his eyes shut.

He was helping the prince, his hips were thrusting with short movements, rolling forward and then drawing backwards again. The stilted movements building up on each other as he craved more, he needed more. He was panting raggedly, the noises that came to his throat weren’t ones that he had ever expected to hear out of himself, but they kept rising up none the less. There was no stopping them, he felt humiliated, but it wasn’t enough to stop his need. It was surging away without him as the base began to sink home, being swallowed into his tight body so that the ring of muscle was closing around him. It made him shudder, his knuckles whitened as he gripped the table and felt the knot sinking home with a wet popping noise. The sound seemed far too loud as the precum was pumped out of the tip and squelched around the base.

The jerk back pulled the knot free again, but the prince didn’t remain that way for long before he plunged back in and fed him the thick base once more. It was too much, he felt as if he should be able to taste the dog as deep as the cock tip went, but the hips were a blur of jerking back and forth. They tugged and rolled, the bucking movements rattling his thoughts as the young lord let out a guttural cry. The knot was growing, he felt it, god he felt it more intimately than he had in his mouth. It was growing wider and rounder, catching inside of him as the thrusts turned into a blur, and the weight of the balls slapped between his legs. Liam’s cock was nearly painful as it quivered, blurring the line even further. He couldn’t make his thoughts work beyond the moment. The pleasure and need, the raw desire, they were all working against him.

Conner’s hips jerked back and the cock didn’t pull free, the ballooning knot locked inside of him, stretching him open to the widest point and it kept going. The ache and burn was a sharp back drop the sudden surge of pleasure that rushed over him. His tightening walls closed themselves around the shaft, locking around the stiff length as he let out a ragged call of pleasure and his hips started to twitch and quiver. He didn’t need to touch himself, eh didn’t need the dog to touch him, for the first time in his life Liam was crying out in pleasure as his own cum splashed against his stomach without anything touching him.

His walls worked around the stiff boned length, he suckled and squeezed as the snarling dog shoved down against him. The grip on his hips dragged him backwards, sinking the cock as far as it could possibly go as the heavy balls began to work for the second time that evening. They heaved up and relaxed, pumping and churning, forcing up the sudden eruption of feverishly hot seed that poured into his body. It hit him in streamers that felt as if they were burning a hole in his belly. He let out a roughened cry of pleasure, his back shuddering in place as rope after heavy rope continued to flood him, pouring inwards, flushing open wide and spreading through his inner body. There was no escape, nothing he could do as the knot sealed itself inside of him.

His ass was lifted up in the air by the sheer height difference as the dog shifted, the human was left shaking, trembling against the smooth polished table. He felt another hot jet pouring into him, the warmth spreading deeper as it went while the knot intimately twitched and quivered. Making sure that every last drop was being pushed inside of him. There was no turning back now, he’d been fucked by the fae lord as if he were the creature’s wife, knotted and bred Liam’s cheeks turned pink and pale all at once, his breathing shaking as his cock barely softened beneath him, coated in a mess of his own making. He was the prince’s wife, he had been fucked exactly as what he was…

“Good lass…” Conner growled in approval, the paw sliding up to squeeze the curve of Liam’s ass. “Keep this up and you’ll be swollen bellied before the end of the summer.”

“What?” Liam slurred the word, he still felt dizzy, strange and uncomfortably aware of the knotted shaft still twitching inside of his body.

“Oh yes… did that handsome Angus not tell you?” The prince spoke in a voice that said he knew damned well the gypsy hadn’t said a word. “You’re my wife, and you have one wifely duty… To give me heirs.”

“I’m not a girl!” Liam snarled and jerked his head up, his entire body stiffening as the dog purposefully ground his hips forward. He felt another hot spurt sliding inside of him, spreading over the edges.

“Aye, you’re not, but you don’t have to be.” The dog’s hot tongue slid along the curve of his neck, the voice smug and pleased with the situation. “Why do you think we don’t care who becomes our wife? No matter what the gender, they all eventually give us children.”

Liam felt cold from nose to feet as the hot tongue ran down his shoulder blade, the low growl possessive and pleased all at once. He didn’t know how to respond, or even if he could respond. What could he possibly say to the casual information that he was expected to carry the prince’s children? He’d already given his word. And the word of the fae was binding, for better or for worse…