Tiefling Boyfriend: Lynk (complete)

Do you want to know a secret? Because I know hundreds. My family's wines have had a way of making people talk for generations, or at least it makes them honest. Our main trade is not wines and liquors, but knowledge. I know more about other high families than I do my own. It’s been our secret trade, our real trade. Wine gets our foot in the door, but we stay inside once the truth comes out.

Despite this rather nasty business, my father raised me to believe that kindness is also a virtue. My mother never really gave me any life lessons, aside from how to weaponize myself. When I was with my father, I started to learn something good in an otherwise cruel place. 

My father treated our staff like family, paid them well, and gave them quarters in the palace that were more than just straw beds. He believed that this would foster loyalty, and it was this loyalty he relied on to further our family. The staff sometimes saw more than we ever could. We hosted many gatherings in our home, with our servants working as our eyes and ears. The bordello was established naturally over time. My father preferred the vineyard, and agreed that I needed an occupation that would utilize my natural talent at pulling the truth from people.

I was a lonesome child, born from my mother’s desire for my father as well as the power he held. I was used only to get an upper hand. To my mother I was a pawn, a doll for her whims. My father had never before assumed he could have children, and so I was his heir. 

It took my father years to set me free. He had to make some deals that haunt him to this day, and now he is indebted to Lady Fierna. I think Fierna would have killed my mother for a pickle had someone offered. The two never got along. That’s just how things go, I suppose. Once I was with my father I was happy, and nothing else really mattered. I was free from my mother, able to go about my life the way I wanted. 

I got an education, and learned a fondness for music and art. And, yes, having sex with my tutors. I learned a great love of sex. For years I had been timid about it. My mother only ever used it as a weapon, so I told myself I wouldn’t have sex at all, afraid it would be used to hurt me. But after staring at nude models for days at a time, I realized that lust was just part of me. It was in me, it was powerful, and it would be a shame not to use it.

I can’t recall how many lovers I had in my early twenties, but it was enough that my father once found me half-dead in a ditch somewhere. I had been pent up and prudish for so long that I let it get the best of me. But my father helped me find ways to curb my cravings. I still loved having a good roll in the hay, so to speak, but I learned that sex was for pleasure, and pleasure was highly sought after. If I was good enough, I could hold a lot of power.

It was around the time the bordello was really becoming a success that I heard about Fierna’s son. This was a great shock. I never knew that bitch had any children, I figured she just ate them. But after doing some digging, and sending someone to watch him, I found out a great deal about Mercutio. 

“He’s extremely smart,” my informant tells me. “He tries to play himself off as a fool, but he’s hiding himself. He doesn’t want anyone, especially his mother, to know what his true worth is. He’s trouble, Master Gaiseric - at least, if he wants to be.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Unfortunately, you two are a lot alike. You two would get along well, but I don’t know if that would be a good thing.” the informant says.

Mercutio’s father is King Charles, who also happens to be a customer of my father’s vineyard. His goal is not to have an heir, but to build his power to the point where no one can challenge him. Fierna is using their son to give him what he wants, but Mercutio has his own plans in motion. One evening, King Charles is set on having a party, and he orders great casks of wine and many of my dancers and entertainers from the bordello. Curious, I slip into the party. I want to see what King Charles is like, and what Mercutio is up against. I bring my best agent along with me, to learn what they can and report back.

The party is nothing new - a simple display of Charles’ wealth and affluence. His family has been disgraced for years due to cowardice and centerism. Now, with Charles on the throne, he’s aiming for what his family once held, even if it means destroying whoever is in his path.

In the midst of the party I wander away to look around the palace. I always found it interesting to see what people decide to display in their homes - paintings, pottery, tapestries. It all seems like such a waste to me. I would much rather decorate my home with comfortable furniture and people. I love having people around.

I come into a room I thought was empty - quiet and cool, and the glow in the fireplace is merely embers. I goto the window to look out over the view, and as I do I catch movement from the corner of my eye, a man hunched over something. He looks at me and places his finger to his lips. “If you keep quiet, you can have a turn.”

I look down and see he is astride an unconscious woman. I smile. “How kind of you! I was afraid I would have nothing to do tonight. Mind if I watch?”

The man reaches down to rip the woman’s clothes, but I take hold of his arm and yank it back until there is a snap. The man’s screams are nothing to me, even as I toss him out the window. “I love slaughtering pigs.” I spit out the window after him, then turn back to the woman on the sofa, her skirt hiked up. I must have come into the room just in time. I get her comfortable, placing her head in my lap and watching over her until she wakes.

“I feel sick,” she groans. “Oh, god...”

“I’ve got you.” I help her sit up and rub her back. “There, now. You’ve probably had too much to drink.”

“I don’t drink at all,” she moans again. She looks at me, her skin sickly pale and her expression queasy. “Who are you?”

“What do you remember last?” I ask her.

“I had my meal in my room. Next thing I know… well, you.” She holds her stomach and breathes slowly. 

“You live here?” I ask.

“I have to,” she grumbled. “My father owns this palace.”

I nod my head. “You’re the princess.”

She wobbles a bit as she stands. As she looks around her expression becomes much more cross. “How did I get here?”

“Who served you your food?” I stand up to make sure she doesn’t fall. 

“One of the visitors.” The princess rubs her neck, then unhooks her hair from the braid wound around her head. She becomes alert. “Where is he? Did he do this? What did he do?” Panic starts to wash over her, so I tell her what happened, and despite her initial discomfort she seems to take it in stride. I lead her outside to get some fresh air. “Gaiseric?” she asks. “Like the wine?”

“It’s my family’s vineyard,” I say with a nod. “And what is your name, Princess?”

Her features are soft, with rounded cheeks and lips and a snub nose. She has long, dark hair that looks wild and curly when let down. “Valentine,” she answers with a smile.

I take her hand and gently kiss her knuckles. “Pleasure to meet you. Even more of a pleasure to kill for you.”

“About that,” she murmurs. “I won’t say a word. I’ll tell my father I pushed him out the window when he was trying to manhandle me.”

“I wouldn’t care if you told the truth. I’m not afraid. I would gladly pay for your father’s loss if I had to.” I tilt my head to the side. “It was worth it.”

Valentine smiles shyly up at me. “I’m relieved he didn’t hurt me. But my father had a fondness for him,” she grumbles. “I’m used to never being in his graces, so it’s fine if I take the fall.”

“That’s a rather sad tale to hear.”

“But it’s mine. I’m not a boy, so I’m not anything,” Valentine says with a shrug.

“But you are beautiful.” Yes, I am flirting. It’s hard for me to find someone I wouldn’t flirt with. “And you appear to be at least a little observant.”

Valentine’s look of displeasure doesn’t fade. “It doesn’t matter to my father what I am or what I look like. I don’t have a dick, and that’s what matters.”

Mercutio has a female sibling. Very good to know. “Then why care about him in return?” I ask.

Valentine looks up at me and sighs. “Because he’s my father.”

“I understand.” I offer my hand to her again. “Let me walk you back to your room, Princess. I’m a little exhausted from the party, and would love an excuse to retire for the rest of my evening.”

Valentine’s smile grows. “Surely you can find a much better companion for the evening than me.”

“I assure you,” I wink, “I will not.”

Valentine takes my arm and moves close beside me. I keep her company all night, talking to her, teasing out nuggets of information about her father and his dealings. She’s bitter about a lot of things, especially her father constantly changing the man she’s engaged to.

By the end of the evening, I give her a kiss, one meant to leave her short of breath and dreaming of more as she goes to bed. “I have to leave in the morning,” I whisper to her. “But a letter from you would make my life more meaningful.”

“Do you say that to all the girls you seduce?” Valentine smirks.

I lick my lips and break into a grin. “Do you think I am seducing you, Princess? Or do you just wish I would? Because if you think that was seductive, you should see me when I am really able to spread my wings.”

Valentine’s eyes narrow at me. “I’ll write, but only because you’ve piqued my interest, young Gaiseric.”

I take her hand and kiss the knuckles again, moving them up to brush against my cheek. “I look forward to what you have to say. And I look forward to what I’ll reply with.”

Valentine’s gaze pierces through me in a way that makes me feel vulnerable and exposed. I’m used to being naked around people, but her scrutiny makes me feel absolutely raw. “Do you purposefully dress like you’re inviting people to use your body?” she asks.

I smile at her. “Is there something wrong with an invitation to a banquet?”

She shakes her head. “Not necessarily.” She leans in the doorway. “I’ve just never seen a man dress the way you do.”

I brace my arm just above her on the frame. “Your father doesn’t allow you around very many men, do you? Because men may not dress this way, but there are those who are more open invitations than me.”

“My father doesn’t think well enough of me to think I am even capable of accepting invitations,” she scoffs bitterly. “My father just sees me as a worthless piece of stone carved into a pawn.”

“Speaking from experience, I can say that men are idiots.” I grin at her. “He doesn’t see the treasure you are. Not a hunk of stone, but a gem painted to look like a pawn.”

Valentine reaches up, placing her fingertips on my exposed navel and sliding them up my chest. “Thank you.” Her fingers slip around to the side of my neck and bring my long hair forward, and she strokes the silky strands before patting her fingers over my lips. “Wait here a moment.” She disappears inside her room and returns with a small, ornate pot that fits in the center of her palm. She opens it, revealing pigment inside. When she dabs the pigment on her finger, I see it’s wet, almost creamy. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Lower your head,” she commands.

I break into a grin as I bend to her will. “You have no idea how many times I have been told that, dear Princess.”

“Don’t get lewd.” She swipes the pigment over my lips and pats it so that it becomes soft and drier. “There.” she sighs. “This really makes everything come together.”

I touch my lips and eye her in confusion. “Lip stain?”

Valentine places the pot in my hand. “It’s the signature on your invitation.”

I dip down, giving the princess another breathtaking kiss. She clings to my arms, holding me even as I pull away. The dark lip stain is smeared on my mouth and cheek, even on her chin. I grin, enjoying the way I have left my mark upon her. “Thank you for the gift, Princess. When I wear it I will only think of you.” I place the pigment in my pocket. “You’ve given me something I didn’t know I even wanted.”

She clears her throat and touches her lips. “Use it well. I never found use for it.” 

I find myself aching that night, more than I ever have before. It feels as though the princess has tied strings around me and is pulling me towards her. I’ve always prided myself on being the one who holds the strings, and I’m not sure how to feel now that I am tied.

Princess Valentine’s letters soon become a favorite of mine. She’s a great writer, able to transform mundane stories into captivating ones. Our correspondence is lengthy and detailed, and not just another alliance I can sway. I sign each letter with a kiss, using the pigment she gave me. From then on, I am never seen without my lips stained with the contents of her pot.

Mercutio has become an ally as well. Thanks to my agent watching him, he comes into my bordello. After our initial meeting, I realized how similar we are. We have similar appetites, similar minds. More than that, he is beautiful. I can understand why people like him so much. Looking at him is like looking at art.

I find Mercutio to be an amiable ally, as well as a burgeoning friend. I enjoy our times together, even when we talk about nothing. But both of us are like-minded, so nothing is hardly ever a topic. I trade him information for a promise of power.

“You don’t think I’m evil, do you?” Mercutio asks one night.

I look up at him from the ledger I am checking. “No I don’t. I think you’re grey.” I close the book and pass it over to him.

Mercutio’s well groomed brow is pinched and arched at the same time.

“You are neither black nor white, my friend, but in between. A deep, rich grey capable of being warm or cold.” I reach out, touching Mercutio’s cheek. “You tend to lean towards warm,” I breathe. My fingers brush across his lips and his mouth parts. “But I would never call you evil, my friend. You have a sweetness that would not allow such harsh words.”

He bites my finger, then thrusts his tongue against it. I seethe in pleasure, removing my hand so I can kiss him. I love to see how my lip stain smears on skin, especially his. The beautiful sapphire of his body makes the paint look almost black.

Mercutio has become a frequent customer of the bordello, drinking and watching mostly. His eyes fix on one of the dancers, but I can see his mind working. He truly is a master at hiding his intent, his genius. I suppose he and his sister had something in common.

One night I am between his legs, sucking his cock as the music of the bothel pounds behind the door. Around us people are fucking, moaning, gasping for air. But I am serene.  I knead my fingers into his thighs and stomach, moaning against him so he feels more. His fingers comb through my hair.

“You’re so good, Lynk,” he moans. “But I can’t help but wonder if it is me you’re thinking of when you’re down there.”

I look up at him, sliding him from my throat and tongue. I love the way the lip stain leaves rings around his blue cock. I lick my lips and wipe my chin. “What makes you say that?”

Mercutio smirks. “You cannot tell me I’m all you think about.”

“You occupy a large corner of my mind.” I sit up and kiss him.

“You’re beautiful and charismatic, and surely must have left a trail of heartbroken lovers behind you.”

“I don’t care for hearts.” I lift my dress and place myself in his lap. “I much prefer the parts of the body I am well-versed in.”

Mercutio smirks at me. “Never had your heart broken?”

“Not since the first time.” I kiss Mercutio, clutching his face between my hands. I rub my ass against his cock as the cries of lust and hunger flow around us. All I smell is sex, but what I taste is Mercutio. I take him inside me, crying sweetly into his ear until he shudders. His fingers dig sharpley into my hips.

Afterwards, we go outside to the garden and lie naked under the stars. Mercutio has earned this respite, because already he has been working to spread his influence. I have heard whispers of yearnings for Mercutio to seize power from his father. It’s been a goal of Mercutio’s to ruin his mother’s plans and take everything from his father out of spite.

As he gazes up, he lets out a weary sigh. “I think I’m in love.”

I roll my eyes and sigh in exasperation. “Every fucking time.”

“Not with you,” Mercutio scoffs. “Someone else.”

I prop up on my elbow and look at him. “What is that like?”

Mercutio frowns. “I’m terrified.” He rolls over and looks at me. “I don’t want to get into it. But I feel if I don’t say anything I’ll lose my mind.”

“All I do is listen, my friend.” I brush his hair from his face. “How do you feel when you’re with this person? Are you still afraid?”

“I forget,” he murmurs. “I want to be afraid, but when he’s near I forget how.” He closes his eyes. “I’m safe when I am with him. No pretensions, no airs, only us. For the first time in a long while, I know who I am.” He looks at me. “Have you ever felt that way?”

I lie on my back and return to stargazing. “Thankfully, no. I know who I am at all times.”

A few days later, King Charles once again orders casks of wine and my dancers for another party. When I arrive, Princess Valentine is there to receive me. It’s been a while since I last saw her, but something about her has changed. Her eyes appear sharper, and I can see her mind working like Mercutio’s. There’s also a change in me. I am fixated on her, unable to focus on the conversation at hand. I fear what will happen when I am alone with her.

At the party, I see her across the room. She crooks her finger at me, then turns and vanishes down the hall. I give chase, following her down the hall into a dark room.

“It’s good to see you again, Princess. But why do I have a feeling I’ve fallen into a trap?” My breath is caught in my throat, and my heart is hammering in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Perhaps a little.” Valentine says with a sly smirk. She approaches me, placing her hand on my chest and touching bare skin. I’m wearing very revealing clothing, but then again, I always do. But I wanted to wear this outfit for her. Her small, wet tongue presses against my chest, and I bend my neck back.

“Oh no, this certainly is a trap,” I chuckle in pleasure. “But I do not mind being trapped by such an inviting predator.”

She kisses and opens my shirt further, pulling it so it hangs off my shoulders. “I have a favor to ask of you, Lynk.” She twists my nipple, eliciting an excited cry from me. “Before I bend to my father’s wishes, I want you to bend to mine.”

I lift my head back up and comb my hair away from my face. “Princess, this is dangerous. Are you sure you want to do this?”

She steps back and pulls up her skirts, showing me she is wearing nothing beneath. Dark curls cover her mound, and her thighs look soft and warm. “I don’t care anymore, and I am tired of waiting for you to show up.”

I kneel in front of her, kissing her thighs and stomach. The lip stain leaves purple marks against her skin, and I have never enjoyed seeing them more. I run my hands over her skin, grabbing her ass and slipping my fingers between her thighs. 

Valentine sighs with relief and grasps my horns tight in her fists. As she opens her thighs, I taste her right away. All I can think about is pleasing her, how I want to make her moan and her knees quake. I want to make her come. I want to make her happy.

I lay her on the table, keeping my horns still in her small hands. I taste her deeply, thrusting my tongue inside and feeling her quiver. I circle her clit with my fingertips, then suck the immaculate berry to make her legs spasm, nearly kicking me in the face. Her screams make me happy, and I realize this is more than sex to me. I pull back, face coated in his honey, sticky, sweet, and messy. 

Valentine hangs limp on the table, her gaze dreamy and her lips wet with drool. I kiss her, and she weakly wraps her arms around me. “You’re too good at that,” she purrs. 

I’m suddenly nervous. “I’ve had a lot of practice, princess.”

Valentine smiles. “Then a little more won’t kill you.” She slips her legs around my waist. “All your lip stain has worn off,” she says.

“I left it all on you.” I’m hard as stone for her, and eager to fulfill her wish. “Is this really what you want?”

Valentine looks up at me. “It isn’t a want, Lynk, it is a need. Our letters are my  only solace these days. I find myself coming to depend upon them. I find myself thinking of you more and more.”

“Why?” I whisper.

Valentine kisses me, clasping my face between her palms. “I can’t explain it, exactly. But I feel as though I am myself around you.”

I kiss her again to silence her, afraid of what is rising up inside me, and thrust myself inside her. She leaves scratches down my back, and love bruises on my neck. I find it hard to leave her alone. I want to stay with her all night.

When I return home, I have a meeting with Mercutio. We have dinner, fuck, and towards the end he says something that shocks me. “We should get married.”

I break into a grin. “Tell me everything.”

Mercutio chuckles. “I didn’t think you would look so eager for it.”

“Oh, but I am. I have no want of marriage to anybody, and I have a lot to offer if I do. You marrying me would be a thorn in so many sides and a source of legitimacy for you.” 

“I have no hopes of my father ever recognizing me,” he replies. “But with your name, I have a way to make myself something.”

I decide to suggest something even more dangerous. “You know, King Charles has only one legitimate child.”

Meructio gives me a confused look. He sits up, his body going tense.  “I didn’t know this. Who are they?”

I take my cup and drink with a smirk upon my face. “A daughter named Valentine. You would be able to challenge the throne if she remains his only heir.”

Mercutio breaks into a smile. “Do you know her?”

I think how her claw marks still pain my back. “I do.”

The look on Mercutio’s face is one of deep relief, it makes me worry. “I would love to meet her.”

I am nervous all over again, not for any plot that Mercutio might have, but because I will see Valentine again, and I want to see her more than anything. “Of course. I think I can have something arranged. Give me a few days to plan something, and hopefully, I can plot a meeting between you siblings.”

Mercutio grimaces. “As far as I am concerned, I have no family. But blood is all that matters in this world.”

I get to work bringing Princess Valentine into my home. King Charles doesn’t let her venture from the castle without him, and since my home is so close to Fierna, he has never come to this region. Instead, I decide to host a banquet at the family vineyard. I explain it to my father as a chance to drum up new business, or even bring in some extra funding. If our regular customers understand what goes into making their favorite beverage, maybe it would interest them into funding the enterprise more directly.

I invite King Charles, asking him to bring Valentine because my father would love to meet her. I also invite several other notable clients, just to make sure it all appears genuine. I would have Mercutio come as well - although he would be a secret guest, meeting only with Valentine and me.

I go to invite him personally, but as I enter his chambers to do so I find him in a pitiful state, barely dressed in only a shabby sleeping shirt. His hair is unwashed, greasy, and tangled. His horns are dull, his complexion uneven. 

I take Lena by the arm before they leave. “What the fuck is this?”

Lena gives me a look I am all too familiar with. “August left.”

I scrunch up my nose. “The little redhead?” 

Lena’s glare becomes much harsher. “Mercutio told him about your stupid ‘engagement’, so August proposed as well, but he knows he cannot offer the same strengths that you do. So he went home to build up his family’s name.”

I look back at Mercutio pouting on the bed, half asleep and tail twitching. “He told me recently he was in love. I never assumed it was with him.”

Lena jabs a finger into my bare chest. It hurts like hell. “I blame you. You’re the one who put August and I here, you’re the one who wanted to meet Mercutio. You’re the one who had to shake his stupid dick around...”

I grab her hand so they will stop poking me. “Lena! I know! I didn’t realize it had gotten that way between him and August. He never even gave me a reason for his leaving. August just told me he needed to go home, so I paid him for everything and thanked him.” I look back into the room. “I didn’t know it had gotten that way between them.”

Lena sniffs. “Well, if you want to start making up for it, try and get him to take a bath. I have tried everything, and if you can bathe him I can change that awful bedding. He’s not let me wash it since August left.”

“I understand,” I murmur. Valentine’s eyes flash in my mind for a brief moment. I stride into the room and sit down on the edge of the bed. “Hey there, my beauty.” I pet the top of his head. “I came with good news.”

Mercutio’s eyes slowly start to open. “I don’t feel like it.”

I lie down beside him and bring his head onto my chest. “King Charles is coming to the vineyard for a tour and banquet. He’s bringing the princess with him.”

Mercutio grumbles under his breath.

“Hey now, cheer up.” I rub my hand down his back, finding his shirt damp with sweat. “You wanted this, right?”

Mercutio scoffs and sits up. His hair is mashed to one side of his head. “I don’t feel like plots and schemes and whatever it is I do right now.” He gets out of bed and moves over to the sofa before the fireplace. 

I rise and follow him. “Maybe a bath is more in line with what you’re feeling.”

Mercutio scowls up at me as I lean over the back. “Lena told you to make me do that, didn’t they?”

I shrug. “I’ve never seen you in such foul shape. I’ll scrub every inch of you, but only because I want to help you.”

Mercutio closes his eyes and turns his head away. “Why would you want to help me?”

“Because you’re my friend, and I don’t have many of those.” I walk around the couch and sit down in front of him. “I don’t like seeing people I care about this way, especially when I know how they usually are.”

Mercutio sighs. “How do I know this isn’t just you using pretty words?”

I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Because these words aren’t pretty to me. They’re real.” 

Mercutio sits up and looks down at me. “Fine, I’ll take a bath. You don’t have to sound so stupid to ask.”

I kiss him softly, cupping the back of his head in my palm. “Are you okay?”

He slips his hand down my shoulder to my chest. “No, but I am glad to see you.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me in a tight hug.

I take him to the bath when it’s ready, pour water over his head and wash his hair. I massage his scalp and shoulders. I polish his horns and scrub his body. Then I sink into the tub with him, letting him lounge against my chest. He eases back, pressing his cheek into my arm. I kiss the top of his head and stroke my palm down his chest.

“I guess our engagement is off?” I ask.

Mercutio growls and lifts his head. “It was a foolish idea.”

“No, it wasn’t. It just was a little unplanned.” I take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “You could have told me, you know.”

“I could barely tell myself. Besides, I don’t know what I can tell you. I never know what is safe with you.” These words actually hurt me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You are my friend, and I haven’t shown you that. You’re not just another stepping stone for me, not just another part of my family’s legacy. I know that using you would do nothing for me.”

Mercutio sits up and looks back at me. “If you are my friend, then prove it.”

I cup my hands around his face and kiss him. “I’m trying. Come to the vineyard, and I will prove it.”