Chatper 6: Coc-Tail Menu

Chapter 6 Cock-Tail Menu

Content Warning:

This chapter contains themes of power dynamics, manipulation, and non-consensual sexual acts. Drug and alcohol abuse is a given.

The Double Cross

A few days later, the alarm drags me from sleep. I slip into Grey Eyes' bedroom and rest one hand gently on his arm, the other lower under the sheets. I drink in a trace of his energy--soft, warm, undisturbed. He shivers in response.

I take in a whisper more. He stirs beneath my touch.

Another gentle dip, and his grey eyes flutter open, hazy with lust.

I grip his stiffened shaft and begin to pump.

As I stroke down, I feed a bit of energy back, but not all of it. As I pull up, I drink a hint of energy. I keep the rhythm slow, deliberate--this ebb and flow we've built between us. His breath hitches. His body tenses. He starts to move with it, rising against the sheets.

His energy sharpens--brighter, clearer, almost sweet. I know that feeling. He's close.

And then I push most of it back in one rush, and he breaks--thrusting hard into my hand as I hold him steady, drinking in the taste of his climax as it floods through his skin.

He collapses, spent and sighing into the pillow.

'Good morning, Sir,' I say, withdrawing my hand. I lap up my morning hit.

I'm his alarm clock now. Every morning.

'Go shower. Wear your nice outfit. You're coming into the office with me today.'

I finish applying my makeup after a solid primping session and glance over my shoulder at him. 'Is this okay?'

I smooth the white city business shirt over my tight pencil skirt, enjoying the feel of real clothes again. I'm grateful--again--that I don't need a bra. Even calling myself an A-cup is generous by human standards.

His eyes trace over me slowly, like memorising every line. 'Perfect. Let's go.'

He's already dressed in his office robes, the heavy gold necklace marking his status. I take his hand, jaw tight. I hate spriting.

POP

My stomach flips, and I nearly lose it--good thing I skipped breakfast. We land directly in his office, all polished mahogany and high-stakes discomfort. The desk screams power. The chairs for visitors look like punishment. I eventually find a bar hidden inside a full dresser.

'What would you like, Sir?' I ask, already playing the part.

He gestures toward the low chair on the right. 'Sit there. Look pretty.'

Then, quieter--not a request: 'If I tell you to open your legs, do it.'

Ah. Pretty secretary for the day fantasy. Got it.

I sit with excellent poise, legs crossed like I'm auditioning for a godsdamned perfume ad.

The office door opens and in walks an older human. Grey Eyes stands up, greeting the guest. 'Councillor Toad, welcome. Can I get you anything before we start?'

Toad's not his real name, obviously--but he earned it.

His eyes go straight to my body. He doesn't even try to hide it. 'I'll have a coffee,' he says, then adds with a sneer, 'and her in my lap.'

I'm not sure what happened--when it broke between Grey Eyes and me. We had that golden moment when everything made sense. Our spirits touched. And ever since, he's been distant. Cold.

Grey Eyes looks at me expectantly, tilting his head. 'Well? You heard him. Off you go.'

My mouth goes dry. There's something off about Toad that makes my skin crawl--it's the way his eyes pin me down, like he's stripping with just a look. Predatory desire overlays a deadly stillness--no chaos, just cold intent.

I stand up, swallowing the bitter taste in my throat, forcing myself to approach him. 'How would you like me, Sir?'

He forces my face into his sweat scented crotch, pressing his limp dick to my lips. I recoil, gagging.

I rip my horn out of his grip. Scramble into Grey Eyes' lap. Huddled, I whisper, 'Taboo.' I look up at his eyes between his legs.

Grey Eyes fill my field of vision until nothing else exists. 'Relax. There's no issue. Go with the flow.' He drops a few tablets into my mouth.

Guess the honeymoon is over.

My body flows back to Toad's crotch of its own accord. My mind tries to resist, to no avail. Toad grabs my horn, shoving me back into position. Heavy with expectation.

I need to wash the tablets down, my mind says to me. Here's a logical solution, go with the flow.

I bite down, clenching my teeth into my lips.

It'd feel so good to give in. Relax. Urges compel me to let go, give in. My mouth opens wide, body ready to receive.

'Don't spill a drop.' Toad's voice coils around my spine, and a thousand needles drill into my mind as I try to fight it: Grey Eyes' Compulsion spell.

I close my mind off from the body, unable to watch. Grey Eyes is going to pay for this. I drink the warm liquid down.

Toad pushes my head against his hips when he's finished. 'She follows orders. I prefer when they fight back.' He's disappointed.

Toad, Lime and Bitters

Toad looks down at me. 'Suck me hard. Down your throat.'

I clamp my lips on his shaft, tongue swirling, sucking deep. He's human. Bigger than I'm used to after the fairy lollipops of late. I hope he picks a hole soon.

He thickens--swells. Grows. When he hits the back of my throat, I swallow. Once. Twice. Again. Working that girth down.

He groans. Shifts. Holds me there by my horns. I start to pull back.

He laughs.

My lungs burn. I pull back harder.

Then he yanks out just far enough for me to wheeze in a breath. The bastard likes it.

He shoves back in--deeper. I gag. He shivers.

I draw on his reserves--foul tasting energy. Like old gym socks. He bucks. 'What the hell was that?'

I inhale, sharp and ragged. He laughs, grabbing my horns. 'Built in handles. I like it.' He begins to ride my throat mercilessly.

Later, he grabs my sore jaw. 'Face down. Ass up. You didn't behave.' He points to the floor, middle of the office.

Grey Eyes leans back, and tosses something. 'Use lots. I don't want her hurt.'

But he doesn't stop it either.

I assume position, shivering in anticipation of that cock in a hole that counts.

Toad jams the lube bottle into my ass and squeezes. Cold trickles deep. He grabs my hips, but doesn't fuck me--not yet. He lowers his mouth to my slit first.

I groan. Involuntarily.

Then his dick follows into my wet pussy. Not the biggest human I've had--but after months of pinkies? He feels massive.

He thrusts. Hard. Fast. Slamming into me. I think he's trying to bottom out. I tighten around him.

'That's it. Tighter.'

He finds rhythm. Skin slapping. Breaths grunting. And while he's fucking me stupid, he starts talking business with Grey Eyes like I'm the office table.

I lose myself in it. In the stretch. In the burn. He swells more in my slit. He's got stamina, for a human.

Without warning, he shifts positions--plunging into my ass with zero preamble. Balls deep. No apology.

He adjusts my hips to face Grey Eyes.

'Want her mouth?' he asks, like I'm his to lend out..

Grey Eyes doesn't blink, but nods. 'Yes.' His legs open wider, pulls his robes aside to show his stiff rod. He points to papers on his desk. 'What other factors need to shift for your support?'

Toad fucks my ass like the meeting depends on it. 'The farming contract. Can't move until we get that land. Duchy's still holding out.'

He pulls out--slow, obscene. My skin tingles with every exposed inch, feeling emptier. I imagine steam rising from all the heat we've built.

Grey Eyes watches my ass. Fixated. HIs swollen cock pulses.

'I'm not sharing.' Toad mutters--and pushes back in. Inch. By inch. I groan. Full-body shiver.

Then the rhythm picks up again. Faster. Fierce. His abs flex. He's built like a tank.

That's when the whipping starts. When the fuck did he get a switch?

Each stroke lands sharp and certain. No hesitation, just control. My body jerks, caught between pain and pleasure, adrenaline rushing like a second heartbeat. Every strike melts into the rhythm, each one drawing me deeper into the blur.

I resurface later, still wired, but amazed at that human's stamina. My makeup smeared, shirt's soiled, and my skirt hangs on the back of the visitor's chair. Thank the gods Grey Eyes insisted on lube--otherwise, my ass would be untouchable for a week. Toad likes it rough.

Grey Eyes and I are finally alone in his office again.

A full glass of amber liquid dances in my line of sight. 'Go on, dewdrop. You've earned it. He signed the agreement, and that's squarely due to you.'

I take the alcohol, using it to wash the taste of Toad out of my mouth. The burn of it slides down smoothly, but it does nothing to soothe the anger rising in me.

Is it what Toad put me through, or Grey Eye's lack of consideration now that we're alone? Alcohol, the best consolation he can offer? After what I had to drink today? Or maybe it's the three lovelies I downed before, still buzzing in my system. Whatever. I set the glass down with a snap and stand.

Suddenly, rage surges through me. How dare he do that to me? I stand tall, wings flaring wide, my stance widening to make myself bigger. I feel my eyes swirl black as my inner bitch steps forward, reaching out toward him.

Grey Eyes takes a step back, his empty tumbler dropping to the carpet with a soft thud. He reaches behind him, and a little squeak escapes him when his back hits the wall.

I poke him in the chest, leaning into him, fuming now. I hold him hard against the wall, my grip keeping him there. A growl rumbles deep in my chest.

'You will never make me cross my Taboos again. Do you hear me?' I shove my face into his personal space, the growl low and guttural, vibrating through me.

His pupils dilate, I can hear his increased breathing as terror takes hold. But I sense something else. I lunge at his neck with my teeth, clamping down threateningly. 'Coerce me again and I will take it out on your ass.'

Grey Eyes' is so excited he practically humps air. He gasps, nodding furiously. I trail my finger and unclasp his robes. His rigid pole is three and half inches. He spurts into my hand straight away. He blushes so beautifully, the shame pouring out of him.

All of my fury dissipates with his discomfort. He doesn't speak. He can't meet my gaze. I use my hand on his neck to draw heavily on his life force, his gasp and groans betray his excitement.

His eyes fly to mine, pleading with me silently. Begging for more.

I speak with power. 'You haven't come, you want this desperately.' As I speak, I give him a Stamina drink: the power of the feminine healer energy. 'I want to suck you dry.' I lay on my back, gesturing.

His look of glee is almost heartwarming as he scoots forward on my chest, eager to close the distance. His eyes close, losing himself as he starts fucking my mouth. My order may have started it, but he wants this just as badly.

I slide my fingers into my mouth, slicking them up. He cries out as I push them into his sphincter, torturing it open. I trap him, pinned between my face and my fingers, giving him the choice.

He wiggles his hips back, then slides forward for relief. He submits beautifully as he rocks his hips back and forth. I ream his ass and give him a blow job for thirty five minutes until he explodes again.

As he tidies himself up, he glances at his agenda and at me nervously. 'Let's go home.'

That night, he falls asleep satiated in my arms. I could almost swear we are falling for each other.

Almost.

~*~

The Heartless

The next day, I'm back by his side in the office. He doesn't look up from his papers--just points at a nearby door.

'The bathroom's through there. Wash up. My boss will be here in fifteen to collect you.'

I blink. 'Sir?' Is he palming me off? I thought we had a good rapport again.

He leans back, studying me. 'You'll do everything--and everyone--she says. Play your cards right, and you'll have a pleasant rest of your stay.' His eyebrow rises. 'Don't make me regret this. I could still assign you to Counselor Toad.'

I shudder. Hard pass. I gather my clothes and my half-full whisky glass and slip into the bathroom. Once the door locks behind me, I sit on the toilet, head in hands.

What have I gotten myself into?

I can't believe I yearn for the simpler days of Rat's sex parties.

Now I'm on a plush sofa in a swank office that screams status. A striking lady with luminous mayfly wings hands me a smoothie. 'Grey Eyes said you have only had liquids today. Drink up. You need your strength.'

I eye the cup warily. My stomach betrays me with a loud growl. 'What is it?'

'A meal replacement shake,' she says, settling beside me. 'Go on.'

I sip. Sweet. Rich. And I'm starving. I scull it in seconds. 'It's good.'

She strokes my arm, smiling. 'My name is Duchy. Show me your eyes, dewdrop.'

Eager to please, I release my inner demon. Power hums through me like music.

'Stay like that,' Duchy taps her ring.

A young soldier in a black uniform enters, kneels at her feet with reverence. She smiles at me. 'Give him a simple command. Something he wouldn't want to do.'

His eyes lock with mine. Easy. 'Hi. Get completely naked.' Okay, he's cute.

He grins. In seconds, he stands tall in nothing but confidence, uniform folded neatly on a chair. Divine--for a fae.

Duchy watches me. 'What do you use this power for? What else can you make him do?'

I shrug. 'We use it to protect ourselves. Never against others. Rule two.'

She tilts her head, amused. 'You are not in your Realm. Those silly rules do not matter here.'

I hold the soldier's gaze and point at the far door. 'Go see what's in there.'

He springs into motion, flinging the door open. Gasps erupt from the staff inside. He shuts the door fast, now pressing his body against it in shame.

Duchy gestures. 'Kneel.'

Realising his nudity, he flushes bright pink--but obeys.

Who is this lady?

Then, with a flick of her wrist, she draws something from her sleeve and slices his arm. He gasps, clutching the long cut. Blood flows. His face goes pale.

'Heal him,' Duchy says flatly.

I drop by his side and press my hands to the wound. I push my will in, picture his skin knitting closed. My lifeforce spills into him. I drink in his pain like a lover, recharging. He shivers, breath slowing. This is what I'm good at. Taking pain. It feeds me.

The bleeding stops, the edges crusted over. It's more than I've ever managed, and I dread the consequences. Healing always takes something--minutes from my life. Dad warned me: give energy freely, heal sparingly. Still, the soldier was innocent. This, he deserves.

Duchy leans forward and inspects the arm. She tuts. 'You're not much of a healer. Or you held back.'

I shake my head. 'I'm not strong, Mam.'

Something inside me whispers this shouldn't be happening.

'What is your strength then?'

I bite my lip. 'I'm a good dominatrix. I give great energy orgasms. Daily energy drinks help, but I'm not a healer.'

She nods. 'What about mind control?'

'Only with eye contact or it wears off.'

She dismisses the soldier. 'Get dressed, Cadet. This was a classified experiment. Go get healed and have the rest of the day off.'

He bows low, scrambles back into his uniform, and leaves without meeting our eyes.

She moves her skirts aside with a smile. 'Grey Eyes says you are talented with your tongue. Burst me like you did at my son's party.'

I try to place her as I kneel between her knees. The memory eludes me as I suck her clit, a finger teases her tight spaces, drinking in the faintest whispers of energy. Fifteen minutes in, it hits me--she's the lady with the elusive orgasm.

Cool, life giving energy floods into my reserves. She shudders under my touch, her muscles clenching around my finger as she writhes into the cushions. I scull her essence greedily, drawing hard. My reserves near full, a rare sensation these days. I ride the last waves of her orgasm, licking her treasure for the unexpected tip. One last kiss, and she exhales--spent. Vital. Glowing.

'You are a keeper,' she murmurs in her sweaty bliss.

I remember my manners, she doesn't use contractions. Regardless of her ruthlessness, she's a lady. I clean up at the sink.

What the fuck was that? I look at myself in the mirror. Duchy's a natural battery?

I hand her a full glass of water. She's earned it.

Then I lean against her desk, arms crossed, watching her purr with afterglow. An untapped battery at my disposal? I agree. She's a keeper.

Thus my dance card fills up: mornings fucking noble brats at the never ending pool party, afternoons suck under Duchy's desk, nights with Grey eyes. He keeps me in his presence when I'm not at the club. I won't call it love. I'm not sure he's capable of that emotion. But he keeps me close unless Duchy needs me for a quick fix, or a quick signature.

The Betrayal

I'm carried with tea in hand floating like a parade balloon deep into this cottage by a pixie named Rabbit.

I'm guy-caked. Grey Eyes lured me out for a country drive--then ditched me like this. Never trust a granny offering tea in a gods damned fairy realm.

I float through a bedroom door into a sterile lab. Six pixies in fucking white lab coats look up like it's just another Tuesday.

Rabbit smiles up at me. 'Don't worry your pretty little mind. We're not gonna hurt you. Far from it.'

I'm not comforted. They've stolen my voice with magic.

She settles me onto a table and drops her magic enough I can finish the tea. I don't. So I'm bound again.

Another pixie hops up to my eye level, all business. 'You may be wondering why you're here.'

I can't move. I can't speak. Rabbit removes my pants effortlessly with magic.

The pixie keeps going. 'We're here to find out what gets the Boss high. So we need... lots of spunk. Think you can handle that, Stud?'

Rabbit comes back holding a milky filled syringe. No needle--thank the gods. 'This is going down your pecker. You let us do the rest. Enjoy the ride.'

Rabbit moves with a calm, clinical precision as she pushes the syringe tip into my urethra. I gasp expecting something painful, surprised by the pleasure. She glances at me. 'Like that?'

I nod, still unable to speak.

She rotates the syringe, pumping it in and out with a mischievous glint. 'Sounding. Guys love it.'

An electric shock races down my spine as I groan, getting more aroused.

She injects the liquid. A cool tingle spreads up my pecker, and my body betrays me, stiffening in response.

I am wide awake now as that coolness trickles the wrong direction--a pleasant tingle that deepens into a warmth. As the pleasure takes hold, my thoughts scatter, slipping away like sand through my fingers. The discomfort transforms into something strange, something I can't deny. The sensation deepens, making my cock hot, like I'm riding Grey Eye's ass again. A warmth blooms in my groin, spreading to places I didn't know could feel like this.

A tide of pleasure courses through me. I try to focus, try to figure out how this is happening. But the feeling surges, pulling me under. The rush is intense as heat fills my groin.

Rabbit, ever so strategic, places a collection flask with an almost clinical precision. My toes curl, and they've got their first sample.

The milking has begun--and so has the party. The pixies toss on some tunes, keeping the rhythm as they work me through the night. They feed me a strange array of food and juice, watching closely. I grunt occasionally, and they cheer. Eventually, it all becomes numb, and I drift off to sleep.

~*~

I wake up feeling completely refreshed, full of energy, and sprawled on the sofa. On the coffee table sits a massive breakfast of pancakes and berries, accompanied by a plunger of coffee. I sit up cautiously.

First order of business: I check myself. And yes, I'm a lady again. I get up and wander around, finding a bathroom and locking myself inside. A quick removal of my clothing confirms two things: I'm completely unmarked, unhurt, and, unless they did an excellent job of cleaning me up, I haven't been used.