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There were very few things that Shadow Milk could bring himself to enjoy in the Playwright’s scripts.
Once upon a time, he had thought that he would enjoy the vivid moments of passion and hatred, or the scenes where blood laid at his feet, coating the roses that the pink demon had told him to covet. Once upon a time, Shadow Milk had expected to enjoy ruling over his kingdom with a determination that could put the old kings to shame.
Truth be told, he had found joy in those moments a long time ago. Elation in cruelty, despair in kindness. He had strived to be a king worthy of the red Rose. His love for the kingdom had to be just as rich, his viciousness had to be just as painful as thorns.
Revolution had to be suppressed without a care or worry. Shadow Milk had done it all without even a hint of concern, fear or shame.
But that was a long time ago now. Now? He had other things to care about. No longer did he seek out the pain, no longer did he ask for passion.
The moments that caught his attention first and foremost were the quiet scenes. The ones full of quiet words, hushed emotions. Ones that if he blinked too quickly, they would vanish into the oblivion of the past.
He especially adored the moments when the Script did not call for him. The moments where he could be quiet to himself, happy to be whatever he didn’t need to be. Intervallos where he could just laze around in bed in the early morning, quiet and peaceful.
Just like today.
Today was such a wonderful, beautiful day. One where he could curl up in his soft bed, wrapping the blankets that felt like they were made of clouds around himself. There were no duties, no paperwork and no incessant nobles needing his attention.
Shadow Milk had woken up before the sun did, getting completely dressed and ready to start another day sat on puppet strings. Only once he went to review the script that was sitting on his vanity did he realize his mistake.
The speed of which he got undressed and back into his sleep wear could have made even the fastest Spirits jealous. He’s been like that ever since, fading in and out of sleep. All within the warm comfort of his bed.
The drapes were drawn shut, letting the most minimal amount of light in as to not disturb his slumber. A window was open, letting in a cold autumn breeze to cool him off whenever he poked his head out from beneath the blankets.
In his arms was one of the rabbit plushes he had made ages ago, before he took up the crown. It was worn, the seams needed to be repaired and its eyes needed to be replaced… But it was his. It was warm, gentle and soft in his arms.
It supported his head perfectly as he rested on it beneath the warm blankets. Shadow Milk wasn’t even trying to stay awake right now. But his mind wouldn’t stop thinking, or planning. It was fine, it wasn’t anything important this time. Just casual thoughts about how he should pick up sewing again in the moments when the Playwright did not care for him.
What a wonderful day to be nothing but a slug in his bed.
If he had to choose just one thing that would improve his day, it would most definitely be breakfast in bed. Shadow Milk is always so busy, he’s rarely ever given himself the mercy of being so mercilessly lazy. But the idea was so appealing.
Sure, it would most definitely make a mess of his bed that he would have to clean up, but such a lazy thing was so enticing.
Just like a cat, Shadow Milk stretched out a little bit with a grunt. His joints popped and cracked as he poked his head out of the blankets to break for a moment. It was cold outside of his cocoon of warmth and he had no intention to stay out of it for–
“Thy majesty! Thou art awake, such is wondrous!”
Shadow Milk had barely under a second to process what had just been said to him before the warm cocoon of blankets that he had spent all morning making was violently ripped off of him. The cold of autumn hit him fast and Shadow Milk tried to grab his blankets from wherever they had been pulled to.
Viridescent Daydream pulled them out of his grasp fairly quickly when he tried. All with that too bright and too perfect smile that made Shadow Milk want to puke. There goes his perfect morning. With a scowl, he sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
His blankets were being held hostage by vines that Viridescent no doubt had summoned himself. His precious, beloved blankets were being carried away by the vines and kept tantalizingly out of reach.
“Didst thee catch sleep soundly?”The Faerie King spoke as he walked towards his closet. Shadow Milk watched him with narrowed eyes and suspicion in his veins. “Thee hath seemed quite taken by the Moon's comfort.”
“... I did sleep well, thank you.” Cautiously, he swung his legs over the side of his bed. The wings behind Viridescent Daydream’s head seemed to flutter a little bit in response to his affirmation. “Why are you in my room?”
“Thee didst not answer mine own knocking, oneself did worry thee wast hurt.”
Shadow Milk inhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and quell his annoyance. Even now he didn’t understand the Faerie. Silently, he watched Viridescent Daydream throw open his closet and begin to dig through it. Just when he thought he couldn’t get anymore annoyed, the Faerie King proved him wrong. Again.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?!” He leapt to his feet, angrily stomping towards Viridescent. The Faerie barely even reacted, just hummed in response while digging through all of the clothing he had.
“Thee needeth thy clothing f'r outings, doth thee not?”
“What outing?!”
Shadow Milk nearly got to the Faerie King before something was thrown at him without warning. He shrieked, falling down with whatever had been thrown covering his face. He took a moment to get over the shock before ripping the piece of clothing off.
The dress of Azure was in his hands. Shadow Milk felt his heart drop as he looked up just in time to watch glamour wash over Viridescent Daydream’s body, leaving in his place Vanilla Cinnamon smiling down at him. Both of their umbrellas were already in her arms, waiting for him to take his.
“No.” he whimpered. The lazy day that he had envisioned, that he had been partaking in, was slipping away from his grasp every second.
Vanilla Cinnamon laughed into her hand, kneeling down to him and holding the same hand out that she had just laughed into. “Yes, my dear! Come, come, we must be off!”
The markets were always so loud during the morning. Everyone was rushing to get their morning shopping done, or rushing to get to work. There were so many moving bodies, so many loud voices trying to advertise over each other.
Shadow Milk much preferred coming out in the evening, when everyone was more calm, perhaps even tired. When no one was ramming their bodies into his–her–body. The glamour he wore felt so real, she almost forgot that she wasn’t Azure.
“Must we be out this early?” She whined again, for perhaps the fifteenth time this morning. Vanilla Cinnamon laughed into her hand, pulling Azure by the hand through the roaming crowd. The sun had barely even gotten to its peak in the sky. It had to be nearly two hours before noon, just at the beginning of the rush. The worst time to be out in the markets, and yet here they were.
“Of course, my dear!” Vanilla Cinnamon pulled him–her–out of the crowd, towards a jewelry shop they always frequented. Azure closed her eyes quietly and prayed that they would be closed. Like usual, they weren’t.
A clerk welcomed them quietly as they went about decorating the store. Azure cursed whatever gods had led her to this moment, and cursed the pink demon that let him even be in this situation. He would rip that quill from her hand and–
Azure pulled herself from her thoughts as Vanilla Cinnamon let go of her hand. She watched the little pest flitter around the store, picking up any and all kinds of jewelry. Always with a smile or a calculating gleam in her eyes.
Why did they even need to do this each time they went out? It wasn’t like Shadow Milk or Azure bought anything. Neither did Viridescent, or as he–she–called herself, Vanilla Cinnamon. What even was the purpose of this charade? She sighed to herself, shaking her head ever so slightly to quell her thoughts and began to look around the store without purpose, as she usually did.
It wasn’t like the store offered bad items. All of the jewelry was high quality, and for a decent price for someone who wasn’t a noble. Azure had no doubt that the prices would jack up if they suspected someone with money, but they never asked for more than two gold coins when he–she–asked about the price.
For the first time in several visits, she silently lifted up a necklace, admiring the handicraft. It had caught her eye with its particular design. The locket was in the shape of a butterfly, with one gem of various colors in each of the wings, and one final piece in the center of its body. It shined like a rainbow in the light filtering in from the window.
Perhaps had he come here as himself, Shadow Milk would’ve–
“Do you like it?” Vanilla Cinnamon’s hand was gently placed on top of hers. Azure flinched, feeling the glamoured faerie push up against her side. It took all of his–her–self control not to yell and smack Viridescent upside the head. “Why do you not buy it? It would look lovely around your neck.”
She scoffed, staring at the necklace for a moment longer before putting it back down on the display. Azure stepped away from Vanilla Cinnamon, letting the disguised faerie stumble a little as she went towards the earrings section. “I have no need for it. I still do not understand why you must take me here every time.”
Vanilla Cinnamon giggled, pushing up against her arm like a clingy puppy after she recovered from the stumble. If it wasn’t Viridescent Daydream, it probably would’ve been cute. But alas, it was the dreaded Faerie King that he had no choice but to ‘love’.
“Because you always look so pretty amongst what you belong in.”
“Gaudy riches?”
“Beautiful trinkets that bring out your beauty.”
Instead of being flattered like Viridescent clearly expected, Azure clicked her tongue and scoffed. She pushed the over eager faerie away with her hand, completely ignoring the way Vanilla Cinnamon looked love struck. It was disgusting how far Viridescent Daydream got into his role.
… No, it was unfair to hold it against Viridescent. It wasn’t like he knew that the lives they lived right now were nothing but a facade in the hand of a divine Playwright. Shadow Milk was the only one aware of how cruelly their puppet strings were being pulled.
Azure stopped in front of a mirror without thinking about it. She tried to not do this every time they entered this store, but alas the call of her reflection was too grand.
It was strange not seeing his short hair and scarred face. The lady that he puppeted, lived through, was breathtaking—almost as if Viridescent Daydream had taken her straight out of a fairytale book.
She raised a hand up to her pastel blue hair, running it through her fingers quietly. It still felt so strange to him–her–that this was his hair. Shadow Milk hadn’t had long hair for years now, perhaps nearly even a decade. The weight of all of this hair was strange, no matter how many times Vanilla Cinnamon brought her out in this glamour.
Did he even deserve this? Surely this wasn’t beneath that pink demon’s notice. Surely, she must have seen. So why did she not stop it? Did the Playwright–
Silently and carefully, the faerie pushed up against her back. “Look now, dearest.” Vanilla Cinnamon whispered into her ear, pulling a simple necklace with a peridot pendant hanging off of the chain around Azure’s neck. Her breath hitched from the sudden closeness. “Doesn’t this look just radiant on you?”
She flicked her eyes up to meet Vanilla Cinnamon’s eyes through the mirror. She wasn’t even trying to pretend to look anywhere but Azure’s exposed cleavage. The necklace was suspiciously being adjusted lower and lower, so that the peridot pendant would rest there exactly.
The faerie’s teal eyes were gleaming with an unnatural light regardless. Her smile wasn’t innocent, a quiet edge at its corners that wanted Azure to argue with her. He wasn’t stupid. He may be relatively unaware of Fae law, but he wasn’t stupid.
“It would look better with you.” She sneered, raising her hands up to take the necklace from Vanilla Cinnamon’s hands and adjust it to be properly secured across her chest, and not in her cleavage. “But I suppose I will accept your generous gift. Please, allow me the honor of paying for it.”
“I could never, my mockingbird.”
“I insist.” Shadow Milk refused to be indebted to Viridescent.
Vanilla Cinnamon hummed gently, finally looking up to meet her eyes. There was nothing but peril in that look, innocent yet confident. Caring yet callous. Just what had he (not) signed up for today?
“It's my gift. Thus, I shall be the one paying.” Without allowing Azure to argue, or deny him–her–a third time, Vanilla Cinnamon waltzed over to the store clerk with a bright smile upon her face. Shadow Milk had to restrain the full body sigh he wanted to give. It was almost a blessing that he was also able to keep himself from kicking over the mirror and smashing it.
There goes his good day. Again. Of course out of all of their outings, he had to let himself get caught in one of the oldest tricks in the book. This wasn’t even about faerie law either, he had just simply let his emotions get the best of him and allowed himself to owe Viridescent.
Fantastic. Amazing. How spectacular of him.
She inhaled slowly and exhaled slower. The cruel inferno of shame and anger coursed through his body and there was nothing he–she–could do about it. Both of them were in public, and the script didn’t call for him to rip those pretty little wings off of Viridescent’s body.
Azure watched Vanilla Cinnamon through the mirror talking to the store clerk for just a moment before looking back at herself. Her gaze fell down to the necklace around his–her–neck. The peridot pendant shone in the dim light of the store, shined in the light that filtered in through the window.
At least it was pretty and plain. It wasn’t gaudy like most of the jewelry in here, and most of the trinkets that Viridescent gives him normally. Azure quietly raised a hand up to the necklace, playing with the peridot slightly. It made no noise, but he could feel the way it moved amongst the chain.
A perfect thing to hide beneath his usual attire. With how the chain felt too, Shadow Milk was sure he could wrap it around his wrist instead if he wished to wear it like a bracelet. Maybe, just maybe, out of all of the things that the Faerie King has tried to give him… Shadow Milk would keep this one.
She threw the thought to the wayside. Thoughts like that would do him–her–no good. If she trusted that faerie, then who knew what would happen. Nothing good, surely. Azure pulled her hand and eyes away from the necklace, walking away from the mirror and towards the front door.
Vanilla Cinnamon was finished paying anyway. She knew those games, the faerie took that long more as a ploy to see what Azure would do rather than needing the time. Azure smiled at the store clerk, waving goodbye and leaving the store before Viridescent could follow him–her.
It wouldn’t take long for the faerie to get back to his side, so he needed to take the time to himself. Shadow Milk braved the crowd, walking through the countless bodies and ignoring the loud voices. She didn’t plan to go far, they had a shop that they would visit every outing that they could meet up at.
Azure was rather confident that Viridescent had some kind of tracking spell on her anyways. The fool always seemed to know where he–she–was. Honestly, Shadow Milk couldn’t even be upset. If he knew how to cast a spell like that, she would’ve cast one on Vanilla Cinnamon already.
It would’ve made avoiding the Faerie King easier.
Azure had nearly gotten to the diner that Vanilla Cinnamon always took her to when she spotted them. Guards were stationed around, even questioning cookies that passed them by. Her jam ran cold. They’ve barely been out for an hour, and they have already been sent out? Fantastic.
She knew there was an alleyway nearby, it would cut in between several stores and to another diner. Vanilla Cinnamon would find her regardless of what Azure tried so what did it matter if she didn’t say anything when she dipped into it? It wouldn’t matter in the long run.
This intervallo would end the same and nothing would change.
Almost in blessing, the alleyway was quieter than the main street. All of the chaos and the crowdedness was gone. She felt alone and it felt nice. The only thing that was loud was the sounds of her footsteps through the alleyway, towards her destination.
Everything went fine on her journey. No one was in the alleyway with her, and even if they were, she knew she was safe. Vanilla Cinnamon must’ve caught up to her by now, even if she hadn’t made her presence known.
The problem came when Azure was about to leave the alleyway. There was still a crowd, one that was more packed than where she had come from. She had no idea how to breach into it, to get to the diner across the street.
It took her minutes to figure out her strategy, and just when she did, guards decided to show up. They were asking around, asking if anyone had seen the king and the faerie that accompanied him. Azure clicked her tongue, staring at them through the crowd. They would make things harder, and she really didn’t want to ask Viridescent for help.
She had planned to begin pushing her way through the crowd to the dinner, specifically trying to fight against being moved with the crowd but with the guards there… They would stop her immediately and begin asking questions. Especially since it would look like Azure was trying to avoid them. She was, but that was the problem.
“You seem lost.”
Azure had to use all of her self control not to begin screaming profanities at the disguised faerie that had decided to appear besides her. Instead, she turned to look at Vanilla Cinnamon who was smiling at her like she was the sun. Azure clicked her tongue in response and looked back towards the crowd.
“Lost is not exactly how I feel.” She tried to be as confident sounding as he could. To him–her–it sounded good. “I would rather call it frustration. It’s not everyday that my wonderful plans are ruined.”
“Shall I help you?”
“No.”
Vanilla Cinnamon seemingly ignored her ‘no,’ intertwining one of their hands together in a firm but gentle grasp. Azure let herself be pulled away from the alleyway exit to be pushed against one of the walls. She knew this song and dance, Vanilla Cinnamon wanted to make out until the guards went away.
With a roll of her eyes, Azure got comfortable against the wall as Vanilla Cinnamon pinned her to it. “Really? Again? Are you insatiable?” The words of a script that had been rehearsed so many times before rolled off of her tongue.
“How can I ignore my wife when she’s so cute?” The faerie responded with his–her–own rehearsed answers. She leaned into Azure, leaving their mouths just centimeters apart. “Will you deny me my ability to love my wife?”
“... No. Hurry up.”
Without fanfare or hesitation, Vanilla Cinnamon pushed their lips together. Azure closed her eyes to sell the act, and to quietly indulge in her own feelings. This was the mask of the Azure Lady, who was married to Vanilla Cinnamon. He wasn’t acting on anything he felt, but instead what she must’ve felt.
She pushed into the kiss with ferocity, biting and demanding that Vanilla Cinnamon be more daring and bold. That Vanilla Cinnamon takes what she wants and leaves nothing behind. But despite her taunts and biting, her darling fake wife never pushed too hard.
Kissing her softly in contrast to Azure’s harshness. Pulling her in closer by the waist, pushing their chests together so that they could never be apart. Every time she tried to breathe, the faerie was upon her. Breathing into her mouth so that they breathed the same air. It felt like Vanilla Cinnamon wanted to consume her in body and mind.
Azure indulged in her.
She allowed Vanilla Cinnamon to bring her to the brink of suffocation with her kiss. She allowed Viridescent Daydream to control his breathing, forced to breathe only when the Faerie King allowed it. Azure had no complaints, not when she was getting wet from it.
Honestly, he couldn’t believe himself. Getting so worked up from just a kiss. Shadow Milk was pathetic. He didn’t even bother to try and stop Viridescent Daydream when a hand was slowly lowered from her waist, grabbing his–her–skirt and pulling it up.
Azure chose that time to pull away from the kiss forcibly. Vanilla Cinnamon didn’t stop her, but the hand lifting her skirt up didn’t stop either. “Just what do you think you’re doing?!”
“You seem bothered, my dear.” Vanilla Cinnamon’s voice sounded breathless against her lips. Unlike her behavior, she wasn’t as unaffected as she appeared. A hint of smugness shot through Azure at the sound. “Allow me to satisfy you.”
The smugness disappeared instantaneously. There was no way that Viridescent was proposing what he was. They were still in public! Anyone could look over and see them doing this! Any– Anyone could look over if they did this and see her–
“Don’t make that face.” Vanilla Cinnamon gently cooed, nuzzling her cheek. The faerie had already pulled her skirt up to expose her cunt. Azure had no chance to argue when she was already falling to her knees. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“Hold on, you pervert–!”
Her words were too late. Vanilla Cinnamon was already on her knees, disappearing beneath her skirt. Azure’s hands fell down to where her head must’ve been and tried to push her away. With Vanilla Cinnamon being far stronger than her, her attempts to stop the faerie were futile.
It barely took a second for a kiss to be placed on her cunt. Azure strangled the gasp that escaped out of her mouth as Vanilla Cinnamon began to pepper kisses all over her folds. Every attempt to push her head away was met with another kiss. It didn’t take long for her legs to begin shaking, threatening to give out from beneath her.
Soft hands placed themselves in between her thighs, pushing her legs open with the same care that one would give the petal of a blooming flower. The gentle touch of Vanilla Cinnamon’s tongue finally broke a moan from Azure’s lips.
She bit down on her lip swiftly, struggling to keep her noises in as she felt Vanilla Cinnamon’s tongue beginning to explode around his–her–cunt’s folds. Teasing her with every swipe against her folds, soothing the ache in her gut with every suck on her clit.
It took all of her strength not to fall right then and there when Viridescent’s tongue began to push against his entrance. Yet Vanilla Cinnamon, instead of doing the normal thing of pushing her tongue inside of Azure and finally eating her out, decided to play with her. Instead, she used her tongue to poke and prod and lick at Azure’s entrance playfully.
Even without seeing Viridescent’s face, he knew the bastard must’ve been smiling.
Shadow Milk felt like screaming. They’ve never gone this far before and he had no idea what to do. It was so far off script – the usual script was them just getting handsy with each other, kissing and waiting for the guards to leave. He should have stopped it, he should have told Viridescent to get back on his feet and take him home.
However, Azure said nothing and bit her lip so hard she tasted jam. The hands that were holding onto Vanilla Cinnamon’s head from above her skirt tightened by a fraction. She grinded down onto Vanilla Cinnamon’s face, trying to finally get her tongue inside of her begging cunt.
One harsh suck on her clit denied her that pleasure. He–she–gripped the faerie’s head tighter. Azure tried to push down onto Vanilla Cinnamon’s face to push that tongue inside of her. The faerie, cruelly, pulled her face away with a gasp.
“Now now, my dear.” Her voice was so gentle against Azure’s thigh. She shivered at the feeling. Vanilla Cinnamon gently patted her thigh. “You must tell me what you want if you wish for it to happen.”
She couldn’t help the whine that fell out of her. Vanilla Cinnamon chuckled in return, kissing her cunt gently as if to try and soothe her. Azure wanted to kick her. Badly. “Why are you waiting!?”
“Because you haven’t asked, dearest.”
Shadow Milk was going to scream.
“Please.”
“Please what, dearest?”
“Witches, just– Just put your tongue in me already!”
Vanilla Cinnamon placed a warm smile on his–her–inner thigh. Slowly, the faerie began to trail her mouth upwards towards Azure’s cunt again. As her mouth moved, she left little kisses and bites along the way. Azure had no doubt that her thigh would be covered in marks.
But she moved tantalizingly slowly. It was meant to make her snap, Azure knew that. Vanilla Cinnamon always liked trying to push her as far as she could. Trying to make her facade, her mask, break. Azure wouldn’t let it. If she wanted to play these games, she could survive them.
Witches, was Vanilla Cinnamon slow. Barely halfway up her thigh and Azure was already growing frustrated. She would wait, but it would be torture. She had to wait. She had to.
Her stubborn patience paid off after several more seconds of waiting. Finally, finally, Vanilla Cinnamon placed a kiss on her cunt. Azure held back a particularly pathetic whine, she couldn’t let the faerie know how much she was liking this.
“You taste like the finest ambrosia, my dearest.” Viridescent Daydream whispered against his cunt. Shadow Milk held back a shiver. “Allow me to indulge in my desires.”
Without letting her respond, Vanilla Cinnamon pushed her face into Azure’s ready cunt. Her unnaturally long tongue was already weaving its way through her folds, straight to her entrance. With a confidence that she surely shouldn’t have had, Vanilla Cinnamon pushed inside of Azure’s cunt.
The moans she was holding back finally spilled for just a moment. She hated how she sounded like a common whore, someone that Vanilla Cinnamon had bought off of the street with too much money that Azure never knew where she got it from. She was better than a common whore.
Even if he hated it, Shadow Milk was sponsored by one of the most powerful beings in this world. He was better than anyone else that Viridescent Daydream could’ve gotten. He–
She whimpered when Vanilla Cinnamon flicked her tongue roughly inside of her. It pressed against something that made stars dance across Azure’s vision. She gripped the faerie’s head tighter and tried to keep focused.
Vanilla Cinnamon was thrusting her tongue slowly, wriggling it around to touch against every part of Azure’s cunt. For once, she felt grateful for Vanilla Cinnamon having an unnaturally long tongue. Especially when it flicked around inside of her in a silent demand for her to stay focused on Vanilla Cinnamon.
Like a whore, Azure grinded down onto Vanilla Cinnamon’s face. If she wanted all of her attention, then Azure would give her it. All of it, even Azure riding her face like her life depended on it.
It didn’t even seem to bother Vanilla Cinnamon. If anything, she seemed to get bolder with Azure grinding down onto her tongue. She raised her hand up, beginning to play with Azure’s clit in time with the thrusts of her tongue.
As much as he wished she was strong, that she didn’t break, Azure shattered. “Nnnh–!” Moans fell out of her mouth, one after another. She struggled to keep them quiet, every twist of her clit seemed to make her moan louder than she had before.
There was no way the cookies around them didn’t know what they were doing now. They were still in public, where anyone could watch them–moreso her. Witches, no one could see Vanilla Cinnamon from the street like this could they? All they would see is her, leaning against the wall trying not to fall while moaning her little whore heart out.
Fuck that was hotter than it should’ve been.
There was a coil curling in her gut, getting tighter and tighter with every flick and thrust of Vanilla Cinnamon’s tongue. It burned inside of her, setting ablaze her body with every rub, twist and pinch of her clit. Azure was close, she knew she was.
She pushed into Vanilla Cinnamon’s mouth with reckless abandonment. It felt so good. If she was going to offer her mouth up for Azure’s pleasure, she would use it. Vanilla Cinnamon would thank her later!
“Cl– Hhn! Close! Please, k.. Khh.. Keep going!” She was right there, so close, so close–!
With a loud gasp, Vanilla Cinnamon pulled away from her cunt. The tongue that had been inside of her was pulled out without warning or fanfare. One moment it was inside of her, making her fall apart and moan, and then the next moment it wasn’t.
Azure stood there, blinking slowly and trying to regain her senses. He always hated feeling so clueless, and this was one of those moments. He felt clueless, helpless even. Shadow Milk was still reeling when Vanilla Cinnamon made her way out from underneath Azure’s skirt.
The damn faerie had the audacity to wipe her mouth with the back of her sleeve and adjust her hair. She was acting like they hadn’t just been having–!
“Why did you stop?!” She hissed, pushing off the wall and stumbling into Vanilla Cinnamon’s personal space. She grabbed the smug faerie’s shoulders tightly, anger and desperation burning in her chest. “I didn’t tell you to stop!”
“Hmm?” Vanilla Cinnamon sounded so innocent. It infuriated Azure to the point she swore she was seeing red. “Is there something you wanted from me?”
“I’m going to crumble you and–”
Instead of getting back on her knees like a good girl, Vanilla Cinnamon gently pried her hands off of her shoulders. Azure felt dread in her stomach as the faerie took her hands gently and began to pull her along. “Come now, dearest! We must be getting home! We can’t be out too late.~”
Azure was going to scream.
Viridescent Daydream had taken him back to the castle after that. There were no more extra stops, there was no fanfare. It was one walk back to the castle without finishing him. His anger at being edged like that was something he had never felt before.
He was right there, he was so close. Shadow Milk could’ve tasted the orgasm that had been building. That he would’ve had if Viridescent Daydream hadn’t just stopped! It didn’t even make sense to him why the Faerie King stopped.
But he had and there was nothing that could be changed about that now.
Now, Shadow Milk laid in bed. He’d been like that for hours after they got back to the castle and he was “returned”. Normally, he would’ve been happy about it. A lazy night, one where he had nothing better to do when the maids and the servants weren’t there anymore.
But he was doing his best to block out the memory of being edged so painfully. If he couldn’t remember it happening, then he couldn’t be frustrated at it. All they did was their usual frisky touches. All Viridescent Daydream did was rub his cunt from above Azure’s dress, bringing him closer and closer to climax until he…
…
Shadow Milk needed fresh air. Just a casual walk through the hallway.