“Silly boy, you’re all mine. Mine, mine, mine. My Acrux King,” she said with a wild gleam in her eye and I fought harder to get free, fearing her power as she crushed me within it and held me at her mercy. This was unacceptable. I had to exert my will over her, show her who her master was.
“You will obey your king!” I roared as she bounced up and down on top of me.
“Um, sire?” Vard asked meekly from the front of the car.
“What?” I spat.
“It seems there’s going to be a protest against your claim to the throne in the city of Nostria this afternoon,” he said, his eyes glazing with his vision. “If we head there now, we can round the rebels up before it begins.” He didn’t look directly at me, clearly pretending not to see the situation Lavinia had me in as he fixed his gaze on the rear window.
Her grip suddenly lessened and I was able to sit up, eyeing my shadow hand with trepidation at how much power she wielded over me. I had to get her back under my control and as she slithered into the footwell and started wetting her lips in preparation for my cock, I was glad to see her submissive side returning.
“Take me home,” I commanded as I tried to ignore the blazing itch in my eyes or the way the scent of shit still lingered on me. “But I will not capture them Vard. Any rebel I get my hands on today will die.”
I scrolled through the comments from countless Pegasuses on Tyler’s FaeBook post which declared a decorated dong was better, though at least enough people had commented on the size of my cock not to entirely destroy my confidence. It wasn’t like I wanted a plain dick. In fact, I’d had plans to decorate the hell out of it not that long ago, but then there’d been a battle and I’d come here, and there hadn’t exactly been time to think about how I was going to go about getting my dick dijazzled.
I sighed, heading down to the dining hall and stuffing my Atlas in my pocket, sick of looking at Tyler’s beautiful dick online. Sofia had gone back to his room last night, and I once again was left feeling like I was failing at this whole Pegasus thing. My instincts wouldn’t quit though, they demanded I seize position as Dom of the herd and claimed Sofia as my own. And that was exactly what I planned on doing. But I couldn’t do it with a bare dick, that was for sure.
No, I needed to up my dick’s game, give it a makeover that crowned it as the king of the cocks. That’d show Tyler. He’d tremble at the sight of my dazzling D and then we’d see who the herd wanted to follow. Then we’d see…
I noticed a guy up ahead who I’d seen tattooing Fae in the dining hall and I trailed after him now, his silky black hair pulled into a topknot and the loose fitting tank top he wore showing off the endless Disney tattoos covering his arms. He was a big guy, his muscular arms tanned and looking strong enough to crush someone’s skull, and he had an air of terrifying about him which was enough to make me hesitate in my approach, though I refused to let it put me off entirely. He might just have been my dick’s only hope after all.
I picked up my pace, clearing my throat to try and get his attention, but he didn’t look back.
“Um, excuse me?” I asked, and he glanced around with a frown before continuing on as if he hadn’t noticed me smiling politely and waiting for him to reply.
I trotted to catch him, moving to his side and trying to keep up with his fierce pace.
“You do tattoos, right?” I asked him and he glanced at me with narrowed eyes.
“Maybe,” he muttered. “You want one?”
“No…I actually want some piercings. Do you do those too?” I asked hopefully and his gaze roamed down me in an assessing way.
“Aren’t you the Acrux kid?”
“Yeah,” I said, lifting my chin. “And?”
He observed me a beat longer then shrugged. “What do you want, your ears pierced?” He chuckled at the idea of that and heat ran up the back of my neck as I prepared to ask him for what I really wanted.
“No. I want my…you know.” I jerked my head to gesture towards my dick and the guy frowned.
“What?” he asked in confusion.
“You know…my…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Dick pierced.”
He bellowed a laugh and the heat in my neck travelled to my cheeks as I tried to front this out.
“Well can you do it, or not?” I hissed.
He ran his thumb over the knuckles of his right hand thoughtfully then shook his head. “I can do it, but I won’t.”