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Malcolm

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I’m so damn hard it hurts, and I think he knows.

I know he can not see it— I’m standing behind the counter, and it shields me from the waist down— and as far as I know, an elf’s sense of smell is not as keen as a werewolf’s, but still, it feels as if he knows.

And yet, even knowing that, my traitorous cock remains hard as steel, and as Aias maintains his stare that dawdles somewhere between amusement and contempt, it only gets worse.

It’s the amusement that does it. That sparkle in his eye that says that he finds it hilarious watching me stutter and panic because of him, which was just fine and dandy, but then why in all the realms did that turn me on even more?!

“You would like that?” He asks, his words not nearly as curt as they usually were.

That was another thing. Aias had become… lax.

It was as if the passionfruit had shed some second skin from him, revealing a mischievous elf underneath that I had only caught glimpses of before. As he is now, he is like a bottled current— liquid and strong, but not rigid.

And he smiles.

“Malcolm,” he coos, coaxing my mind from its haze.

“Huh? What?” I reply quickly, searching my memories for where we left off.

Aias smiles, but this time, it is something closer to a smirk, and it rattles me. Especially with the way he keeps circling the rim of the glass with one of his slender fingers.

He’d started some time ago and was yet to stop, and in turn, my mind was similarly yet to stop imagining what that would feel like on my skin.

“You offered to make varying dishes with the passion fruit,” he explains casually. I struggle to draw my eyes up from the rim, but when I do, he is smiling at me. “I asked if you would like that?”

“Oh, no,” I say quickly. But when he raises one golden brow, I quickly retract the foolishness I just spouted. “I-I mean yes! Yes! I would like that.”

“You would,” he confirms before he taps a finger on his glass and pushes it forward. “I would like another glass, Malcolm.”

It isn’t a question, nor a request. It is a demand, one he expects me to heed without fault or hesitation.

I glance down at the collar still donned around his neck, the one that marked him as a slave even though he is nothing of the sort. It looked so horribly misplaced there, worse yet in this moment.

“Malcolm.” I jolt, looking up. I expect anger or annoyance, but only quieted pleasure resides in Aias’ gaze as he peers at me. “I do despise repeating myself, so do not make me say it again.”

My legs wobble before I nod quickly and turn around, making for my impromptu juice-making station.

I try to move hastily, but between Aias’ stare boring into my back and the weight of his presence in this room, my breaths fan out of me and my hands become clammy, much to my detriment.

I drop one of the fruit and fail to catch it before it rolls at my feet. With curses tumbling under my breath, I bend for it as fast as I can before risking a glance back at Aias. I hope that he cares too little for me to witness my clumsiness, but I am not so lucky.

He stares right at me.

More specifically, he stares at my bent hips like lust incarnate, until I am made to feel as if I am the one doing something wrong.

My cock twitches, and my balls tighten, threatening to release right here in the kitchen.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Straightening hurriedly, I speed my way through making Aias his next glassful. I try to distract myself with my task and will away my arousal, but it is impossible when I can feel him looking at me.

For once, I can barely cope with it.

All I had wanted from the moment I laid eyes on him was his attention, but that was before I knew how much it could be when it was awarded. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

When Aias looked at me, it was exactly how I imagined prey felt in the eyes of a predator who enjoyed toying with their food before devouring it.

The thought sends a shiver up my spine, making my fingers tremble as I stir the refilled glass well before taking it back to Aias. Somehow, he looks even more amused than before.

Sick bastard.

This sick, sexy, alien, foul, beautiful bastard.

Usually, he’s ice and anger, not… this. Not warm temptation. But his cold glare is nowhere to be found, nor are the walls he usually reinforces between us anytime I try to get close.

Instead, he studies me with heavy-lidded eyes that make him seem purposefully seductive, especially with how he leans against the counter and all that it reveals.

Aias’ loose tops were bad enough on a normal day, but now, as he is, his white cotton top hangs from his neck, allowing me an unfiltered glimpse into his shirt. It puts his delicious body on display, again, starting with his chest.

I can see his nipples, pink and just begging to be licked and sucked. Worshipped.

I would worship them— worship him. I would be faithful and never stray.

Anything he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and—

“Malcolm,” Aias calls. I jerk. Again.

He holds out an outstretched hand, and I realise I hold his cup just out of his grasp like a fucking statute.

“Sorry,” I mumble, handing it over before immediately retreating a few steps, my eyes struggling to stay above his neck.

I said sorry before and got away with it, and here I was, doing the same thing again. I didn’t know how Aias had left things as they were after our last interaction, but I could not afford to abuse the allowance.

Staring at him, lusting after him, craving what I could never have— doing any was asking for death.

My throat tightens, fear locking it up as I lift my gaze warily to his, but then…

Aias smiles. He… fucking smiles… that fucking sexy, infuriating smile of his that he has shared only today as he raises the glass to his lips, and sips.

He looks at me from over the rim, daring me to look away, as if I could. He downs it in one gulp as if it were a delicious wine, and sighs with contentment once he’s set the cup down.

Once he’s done, sated, he folds himself back over the counter. Displaying himself, again. Teasing me. Torturing me.

I gulp, and Aias’s eyes immediately flare.

“Are you thirsty?” he asks, sounding almost entirely innocent, like he had in the hallway. But I do not believe it this time. This time, I can see what he is doing, how he is toying with my desires, and… I somehow love this, too.

Gods, I am pathetic.

“You must be very thirsty after all you did to assist me today.”

I think he’s possessed, or maybe going through psychosis. That, or I’m in my coffin dreaming up a storm.

“I…I…” I mumble like a fool.

Aias chuckles— actually chuckles, and it’s such a sweet sound, something inside of me buzzes excitedly, wanting more. But he doesn’t laugh again. In fact, his expression becomes entirely serious before he says, “Go get yourself a blood bag or two.”

Another demand.

Another instruction.

And again, my body immediately moves to follow it.

I return within the minute with two blood bags in hand, because he’d said one or two, and none exceeding that.

Aias smiles approvingly and my entire body sets aflame in response.

When he gestures for me to drink, I uncork the first bag and gulp the blood down without pause. I did not feel thirsty earlier, but now I feel as if I might die if I do not get it down fast enough.

I was not a fiend for blood like many of my counterparts, but I appreciated the calm that it brought. I seek it now, knowing I need it more than ever when I am steadily nearing the verge of cumming in my trousers like a prepubescent incubus.

And it is working— was working— when I closed my eyes and focused on the blood and not the elf who seemed hell-bent on driving me insane.

I do calm down a little. That is, until Aias decides that he prefers it far more when I am losing my mind.

“You seem so stiff today,” he drawls before his chair legs screech.

My eyes pop open with alarm and I watch as he languidly stands to his feet before circling the kitchen island. He moves slowly, hunting, while his fingers trail the marble with each step.

I shiver as if those fingertips are trailing me.

“As if I unnerve you for some reason,” he continues, eyebrows pulling together an inch. “Do I make you nervous, Malcolm?”

I nod before I have the sense to shake my head, my fingers holding the blood bags in an unforgiving grip.

“I think you meant your first answer,” he says thoughtfully, gaze unrelenting as if he refuses to let me part from him or this moment. “In most cases, that would be a bad thing… particularly, within this realm, yes?”

He breaks away from the counter, pushing away from it to approach me.

I try to step back, but he seems to like to have me cornered because he advances quickly, caging me in. His eyes sparkle as he watches me struggle for air.

“But for you,” he pauses, as if considering, “it seems that you enjoy being unnerved, Malcolm.”

“I don’t,” I protest, and Aias raises a brow.

“No?”

“No,” I confirm, my voice hard.

“So that day in the halls, you did not like it when I made you face your shame? When I made you small?”

I do not let myself breathe again. I can not, for the shock that races through me is potent, and then the blaring, unforgiving need.

I had never dreamed to face it— myself and my desires— so how could I ever be prepared for another to force me to.

“No part of you favours how you feel in my company? Unsure? Malleable?” Aias questions in a nasty slur, standing only two steps away from me. “You do not enjoy that?”

I open my mouth, but it is dry and not a single word breaks from its depths.

My heart had never beat a single time in all my life, but right now, I feel as if it is trying to start itself up and immediately start making up for all the lost time.

“I think you do,” Aias continues. He takes one step forward. “I think you like it when I ignore you, Malcolm. You like it because it reminds you of your station.”

I shake my head, standing still, becoming a very different task for me.

Aias only nods as he takes another step forward. “You like the feeling of it. I know because when I tell you to go here or go there, you do it without a fault… to please me,” His eyes flick between mine, excited. “…The one who is supposed to be your slave. What do you think that says about you?”

I glance down, shame rising up from so deep inside of me that I try to run, to escape this picture that he is painting. But he doesn’t let me.

He steps forward as I do, stealing the last space between us to push my chin up by the tip of his finger.

My body thrums the moment he touches me. It is only his finger at the bottom of my chin, but it leaves me vibrating as I shudder beneath him, cocking twitching.

No. Please no. I think, but Aias refuses to let me hide.

He forces me to look at him— forces me to look into those golden eyes that burn with lust and what I hoped and prayed was desire for me. But in his gaze, there is also judgment.

In those gold eyes, how pathetic he thinks me is made clear, how inept he believes I am. He looks at me, almost on the edge of disgust, as if I am some small, weak insect that was beneath him and not worthy of his grace.

And it is that— that look that makes me cum.

“Uhgh!” I groan as I stare at Aias, not daring to look away because this is what he wanted, what he demanded from me by touching me.

Pleasure rockets through my body from the point where his soft skin meets mine, all the way to the soles of my feet and out of my swollen cock that pulses within my trousers. It jerks, straining and spilling, while I just buck my hips forward slightly, searching for more.

Waves of ecstasy overwhelm my senses, erasing my shame for one blissful moment where there is only pleasure and Aias. Aias providing the pleasure. Aias letting me have it.

I have wanted for so long and so hard… I can not help ringing out every second of my orgasm, because it is sadly, shamefully, possibly the best orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life.

And all he’d done was look at me…

The second it passes, that mind-numbing pleasure, fresh shame washes over me and is unforgiving.

My eyes widen, and I blink quickly, looking at Aias, who still watches me, but his smile is long gone. His face is sullen, his body tense, while his eyes glow like there are stars within them.

Chest clenching, I try to pull away, twisting my head back so I do not have to look at him, but he locks a hand around my jaw and uses the other to cup my aching cock, keeping me exactly as I am.

I do not move. I do not breathe.

We stare at one another while rough breaths tumble from him onto my lips.

I can hardly believe this is real or happening, can’t even follow the thread of events, but I do not want to escape it. Not when Aias is touching me so.

His hands are warm, his thin fingers feathersoft, but his grip is rough, both on my face and on my cock. I bite my lip to stop another embarrassing moan from escaping me as my cock twitches in his grasp.

“You came,” he breathes out.

His voice is hoarse, grated, as if he has forgotten how to speak.

“I did,” I confirm shakily.

I can not even try to deny it. He is literally holding the evidence in his hand.

I expect admonishment or more disgust— real disgust, the bad kind that was also the most popular.

I get neither.

Instead, I get, “Without permission.”

I am dead.

I. am. dead.

I somehow died, and now I was living my greatest fantasy with the elf who despised me. I hope Lincoln would give me a good send-off, but I know in reality, the bastard would probably cremate me and store my ashes with his salt and pepper.

But I believe myself to be in the afterlife until thin fingers tighten around my cock as if to denounce the thought.

Aias snatches the air from my lungs as he presses himself against me, forcing my back into the counter while his fingers caress me roughly. He peers down at me like he just struck gold.

“I barely touched you and you came,” he rasps, making heated blood rush into my face. I thank the Gods he can’t tell while he studies me like a hawk. “The ones in my realm are not even so responsive,” he breathes out, those heavy eyes glued to mine as if he were looking for something.

“O-Ones?” I manage as I try to keep my body from moving.

Aias had a firm hold of my cock and was pressing his full weight against me, all but tempting me with the pleasure I could have if I just…

No.

Malcolm, no.

I was not going to rub myself against his hand like some dog.

I would not.

I had pride, and more than enough of it left to control myself from doing something so demeaning and wrong… and disgraceful…

I… I was stronger than that.

I…

Fuck.

I thrust into his palm and moan out loud at the pleasure that quickly assails me when his fingers graze my balls through the fabric. It is heaven. Pure heaven, and I want more.

I grip his shoulders with my hands, hanging on while I thrust my hips, desperately rubbing myself against his body and his palm.

Aias watches me move with wonder, as if he can not believe his eyes. Neither can I.

“Oh Gods!” I groan on the end of a moan. “Ones?” I ask, wanting to know.

“People like you,” Aias breathes out, his hand on my jaw keeping my head up so I have to watch him while I hump his hand. “The ones who can not help themselves,” he looks down at my hand as if to point a finger. “The ones who need it so badly that they require another to control them… to train them.”

Sweet and terrible realms.

I start to protest, but Aias cuts me off with a sharp jerk of his head.

“Do not try to deny i,t and do not try to hide now. Not again,” he growls lowly, exposing his sharp teeth. “You think I don’t see it? The way you follow after me like some lost pup searching for its lead.” He sneers as his hands tighten around me. “Trying so desperately to acquire any attention I may give you, even if it’s bred from a pit of disdain.”

Aias’ heavy eyes hold mine as he leans in closer so that I hear every heated word.

“And now look at you,” he says, squeezing me just a little before he allows me to keep humping his hand.

This couldn’t be real. This simply could not be real.

It’s too perfect to be real. Too close to my fantasies and nightmares. Too— His tone is perfect. Just the right amount of dismay, just the right amount of pity and lust.

It was just right, just enough and I would cum again if he kept going.

Aias sneers, showing me fangs again, “Perhaps you’re the one who requires the collar here.”

“Ohh Gods!” I cry before I go over the edge once more.

Dropping my head to his shoulder, I unravel in Aias’ arms as I cum again. My orgasm is not kind, but strong enough that it batters through my body while Aias palms my cock before his fingers squeeze me so hard my eyes blur as pain mixes with the pleasure.

I can’t stop cumming. It’s unrelenting and I can not stop. Not when I’m in Aias’ arms and his words keep looping in my mind like some sweet fantasy I never want to escape.

“You are in desperate need of training,” Aias mutters leisurely.

My eyes roll and my body stiffens in his arms before another smaller orgasm runs through me, taking me to the clouds and leaving me there. I can barely feel what occurs in my own body, only recognise the mounting pleasure and try my best to live within it.

When it is over, I can see nothing from my eyes but blurring colours, and I feel only the electricity still racing through my body. I only remain upright because of Aias’ strong grip.

“So responsive,” he praises, knuckles tracing my cheek before the world whirls around me and he lifts me up.

My eyes widen with panic, the hazy pleasure slipping away for a moment as I try to prepare for what happens next, but Aias shushes me. His eyes glow once more before the haze around my mind grows thicker, and the sleepiness sweeps back in.

I try to keep my eyes on Aias, not wanting to miss a second of this version of him that holds me and touches me, that knows what I am and does not run from me or scorn me, as I do myself. But no matter how hard I try, I can not stay awake.

My mind slips from my grasp, stealing this dream away before I can grab it, leaving me with only more figmented words.

“How strange… a Pisen in this realm…”

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And so… it begins…

Thoughts??????

Thoughts on Aias cracking Malcolm??? On Malcolm being a total slut??? On the dangers of passion fruit to royal elves looool

So those on Patreon knew this was coming from the ‘Aias gets drunk’ extra that came out yearsss out, but its so nice seeing it in the book, especially knowing what comes next that even those on Patreon don’t

Did I leave it on a cliffhanger? Yes, cause I am evil like that

But I think there’s enough content this Christmas to make up for it.

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