Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio 5 (complete)

August has been quiet ever since I went to Lynk’s bordello. I worry that perhaps I may have struck the wrong chord by showing up there. Even though I had been curious about what he did at such a place, it was not my intention to follow him. It was Lynk I had been after, to start building up an alliance with a powerful person I could trust.

One evening as work is ending, August is bringing me the last of the papers. His eyes are downcast as he sets the workload on my desk. “That should be it, but I would suggest looking over it tomorrow. There won’t be much to do then, and you can focus on going over these.” He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It’s also late, so...”

“Thank you, August.” I try to capture his attention with a smile, but he seems more focused on the stacks of paper. “August?”

“Yes, Master Mercutio.” He looks at me, but his gaze goes over the top of my head.

I sigh and lick the inner corner of my lip. “You’ve been awfully quiet around me the last couple of days. Is there something we need to talk about?”

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head and clears his throat. 

“I think there is.” I stand from my chair. “Ever since I found you at the bordello, you’ve been reluctant to talk to me or look at me. If I need to apologize, just ask me to.”

“I’m so sorry!” August blurts.

It’s not the response I expected from him. I expected him to get a little terse with me, maybe even give me a good talking to. Instead, August is the one apologizing.

“It’s been a habit of mine for some time, even before I met you.” He takes off his glasses, and those genuine puppy dog eyes of his move me. “And ever since you got hurt, I’ve not wanted to risk making it worse or exhausting you. So I’ve been going there, but to be honest, it’s made things worse.”

“I really don’t mind, August. I have no say over your body or what you choose to do with it. We’re friends, lovers, not property.” I step closer towards him. “But what is worse?”

August’s eyes look into mine, and I could sink to my knees for him right now. His soft arms wrap around me while his strong fingers press into my spine. “I mainly buy dances at the bordello.” His voice is a timid whisper, one I would love to hear in my ear as he lies on my back. “I haven’t yet paid for… company.” He licks his lips. “What I thought would help me control my urges has only exacerbated them.”

How can this morsel seem like such a fantastic feast spread out before me. His words, his hands, those lovely eyes, he’s making me weak. “Tell me about these urges.”

“I can’t,” he breathes. “You’re excited enough.”

I run my hands down his chest. “I can never be too excited, August. Tell me everything. You’ve always been docile in bed, following my commands. I want to know your desires, your needs.” I smile at him. “I owe you that much.”

August takes a shuddering breath and moves his hands up my back. “I’m happy just being with you. I miss it.”

I kiss him softly. “But what are your fantasies, August?” I purr sweetly. “Do you picture me tied up? Do you want me to spank you? Or perhaps I am the one who needs a good spanking?”

August clears his throat. “Master Mercutio...”

I lick his lips and begin to sink to my knees. “I’m getting stronger every day. You don’t need to worry about hurting me.” I rest on my knees before him. “I may be a pillow princess midway through, but my body is yours to do with as you please.” I rub my cheek against the growing bulge in his pants. “It’s been so long.”

August takes hold of one of my horns and whimpers. He jerks my head back, then pauses and looks down at me, eyes glazed, lips parted. Then he pulls on my horn again so my face presses against his groin.

“You want me here?” I wink up at him. “Then you might as well grab hold of both of them. It’s easier to control me that way.”

“Not here. I hate doing it here.” He puts his glasses back on. “Stand up, I’ll take you to my room.”

I have never been to August’s room, so I feel a twinge of excitement. “What a gentleman.” I take his hand. “Lead the way.”

The staff quarters are all along one hallway. August takes me to a tiny room with just enough space for his bed, clothes, and a small shelf. I tap the wall with my fist. “Won’t we be heard?”

August has me lie down on his bed, and he stands back to look at me while I lounge. I smile up at him, but I feel something hard beneath his thin pillow. 

“What’s this?” I smirk.

“I just wanted to look at you for a bit.” August climbs into the bed beside me, kissing me as he moves on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, having missed the sensation of his weight on me. I swirl my tongue in his mouth and moan happily as he kisses down my neck. He opens my shirt, touching the bare skin. I run my fingers through his hair as he kisses my chest. 

“You said you never paid for company at the bordello. Why not?” 

“I get nervous,” August chuckles. He moves his hands down, palming the bulge in my pants gently. “I really don’t know what I would do.”

“You seem to know right now,” I tease. I sit up, kissing him again as I clutch his face between my hands. “Who would you want? Why would you want them?”

“I’m not as experienced as you,” he pants. “Not as confident.” He brings me into his lap and removes my shirt. “I’ve slept with a woman before, when I was younger.”

“Am I your first?” I whisper.

“First tiefling, yes.” His lips drag down my chest, and his tongue darts over my nipple. “I’ve slept with a man as well, before you.”

“I don’t care about before and after.” I drag my nails down his scalp and to the back of his neck. “It doesn’t matter to me how you share your bed. Just as long as you make room for me from time to time.”

August lays me back down onto the bed and rolls me over. He pulls off my pants and rubs his hands over my ass. I remember how Lynk touched the base of my tail and how good it felt. “Pull my tail,” I whimper. 

“Really?” August’s laugh is nervous.

I wiggle my rear at him and lift my tail into the air. “Grab the base and pull it.”

August does as I ask, and I cry out in pleasure. The sensation shoots up my spine and floats throughout the rest of my body. August’s fingers knead into my tail, tugging and releasing, slowly massaging before pulling again. How did Lynk know this felt like heaven? How did he know it would make me harder than a broadsword? Oh, right, he probably knows this from experience.

“I can’t take this,” August moans. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

The longer he holds my tail, the limper I become. “Then don’t! I can take it.”

August keeps hold of my tail, lifting it up and he spits on my anus. I shiver with anticipation as his tongue presses against it. He moans, gripping tighter onto the base of my tail. I come so hard I almost faint. Every inch of me is overheated and tingling, and I can’t describe how good and terrifying it feels. I lie flat on August’s bed in a puddle of my own semen. 

“Are you okay?” August is just as shocked as I am.

I nod weakly. “No one has ever made me come like that before.” I roll onto my back, and my cock is still throbbing. “August, you animal!”

“I didn’t...” He looks at me nervously, his own erection trembling.

I smile up at him. “I’m a pillow princess, but I am a completely willing one.” I spread my limp legs as much as I can. “Fuck me, August.”

August lies on top of me, kissing me sloppily before taking a bottle from his shelf. He coats his cock in oil, then uses his fingers to gently prepare me. Each touch makes me tremble and gasp, and when August finally enters me, I’m a slobbering idiot.

“Mercutio!” His lustful voice reaches me through my euphoric haze. His thrusts shake my senses, and when I look up I see him above me - soft arms and belly pressed against my back, gentle expression even in the throes of passion.

I wake in the middle of the night, completely satisfied, and I kiss August while he sleeps. My lower body might as well be made of pudding. I try to relax, but that hard feeling under my head keeps bothering me. I reach under the pillow and find a diary. I am curious to look, but I would hate to ruin August’s trust after such a wonderful night.

“I figured you’d be unconscious for a while,” August sighs.

I kiss him again and lay the diary aside. “I find that after amazing sex, I want it even more.”

August kisses my cheek and smiles at me. “What happened? When I was stroking your tail you became a different person.”

“It felt amazing. I can’t explain it. The base of my tail felt connected to my cock and then the rest of my body. It was like you had found the handle of my soul.” I’m starting to get hard again just from the memory. “Lynx enlightened me.”

August kisses me softly. “You seemed close to letting him do the same.”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” I laugh. “I would love both of you at once.” I kiss down his body, moving under the blanket. I find his wonderfully thick cock half hard and waiting for me, and I lap up the side and back down to kiss his scrotum.

August moans. “Mercutio, you’re driving me crazy tonight.”

I bite his thigh and sigh dreamily. “It’s been so long. Please let me feast.”

August moves back the blankets to look at me. Our eyes lock as I take him into my mouth. He stretches my jaw, but I don’t care; it feels so good to act on my desires again. 

“You do that too well,” August pants. He grabs my horns again, and I think he is just doing it for balance until he forces my head down. I cough and gag for a moment, but I find myself loving this act of forcefulness. He pulls me back, spit stringing from my lips to his dick.

I sputter, and his expression goes soft with guilt. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to choke you.”

“No!” I slurp, licking my lips. “Do it again! Go ahead. You’re holding me.”

He looks uncertain, but as I take his cock into my mouth again he pushes my horns down. His cock fills my throat and my eyes roll back. He bucks and thrusts himself down my throat, gasping and crying out. I stroke myself, so excited to have August use me. Once he comes, it spills hotly down my throat all the way to my stomach. I release on my own thigh and fist. August lays me down, rubbing my back and kissing me all over. He’s so happy, so grateful, and that’s the best feeling of all.

“I want you to enact every fantasy you have for me,” I whisper to him. “I feel like I’m going to be putting you in danger in the future, so I want you to make use of me however you want.”

“I know you and Lynk are playing a dangerous game.” August kisses my shoulder as he lies down on me. “I’m willing to work with you, despite the danger.”

“I adore you,” I whisper. “I would never let anything hurt you.”

August places himself beside me, and I roll over to face him. He cups my face in his palm and runs his finger under my eye. “I don’t want you to get hurt ever again.” His voice breaks. “That’s what would kill me.”

“I’ll try,” I whisper.

August sits up and hands me his diary. “I’ve been writing down my frustrations in there. Ever since I first met you.” He lies back down as I open the book. “Things I’ve thought, things I’ve dreamed, desires I didn’t even know I could have.”

His sexual needs are scribbled down on each page, and there are dozens of them. Some feature sketches, and on others there are lists of various objects. I smirk at August proudly. “We’ll start with page one, and work our way through every single word.” I kiss him softly. “Thank you for this gift.”

The next day while working, I’m able to focus better, but that all goes out the window when I catch a glimpse of August’s smile. I’m enjoying my day - a rarity - when I receive an invitation from Lynk. He’s inviting me to have dinner with him, which I have been wanting to do since our meeting.

“You need to be careful with Lynk,” Lena warns me as they help me get ready for the visit. “He’s not like anyone else that you play with. Lynk is serious.”

“Good. That’s what I’m looking for.” I pose in the mirror and frown. “Do you think this outfit suits me?”

“Everything suits you,” Lena huffs.

“Flatterer.” I smooth down the collar. “I know what I am doing, Lena. So whoever you report to, tell them that I have no fear of my endeavors.”

“You should,” Lena grumbles. “You’re playing with fire, Mercutio, and a lot of it.”

“I’m so happy you have confidence in me,” I laugh.

Lena just frowns again. “Don’t be stupid, and don’t think with your dick. Ever since you and August have been getting chummy again, I know that’s been on the forefront of your mind.”

“You’ve noticed!”

They roll their eyes. “Lynk’s business is sex, and he knows how to weaponize it.”

“That begs me to question how you know so much about Lynk and the Gaiseric family.”I look more narrowly at them. “Did you spy on them, too?”

Lena just stares back at me. “Don’t get stupid.”

When I arrive at the Gaiseric manor, Lynk greets me at the door, pressing his palm into the small of my back. His clothes are of a masculine cut today, all black save for his dark burgundy thigh boots. “So happy to see you again, my new friend.” He kisses my temple. His hair is pulled to one side and hangs in beautiful ringlets. “Come now, I’ve prepared a wonderful meal for us.”

“Is there a purpose for this invitation?” I ask.

Lynk’s hand comes to rest on my ass. “Of course. I wanted to see you.” He takes me into a small, intimate room, all in lavender and deep purple, with a table low to the ground and floor cushions for seats. Lynk sits close beside me, opening up the dishes and feeding me from his fingers.

“We never got to finish our conversation from the other night.” Lynk offers me a drink from his glass. “I’ve been so curious ever since.”

I’m enjoying the fruity cocktail much more than other liquors I’ve had, so I drink more than usual. “What would you like to know, then? I’m completely open.”

Lynk licks some of the spilled drink off my cheek and throat, then nuzzles my hair. “How do you expect to double-cross your mother and get away with it unscathed?” He moves his hand to the base of my tail, tickling and kneading there.

“How am I supposed to think when you keep touching me so?” I reach into his lap, finding him exceptionally hard.

“A truly wicked mind can think even under the most pleasurable duress,” he teases. He licks my ear and bites the tip.

“All I can think about is you,” I moan.

He chuckles, moving to kiss my cheek. “That’s awfully sweet.” He tilts my head up. “I want to work with you, but only so I can see the chaos you’ll bring.” 

He lowers himself into my lap, opening my pants and taking my cock into his mouth. His head bobs up and down, and I tangle my fingers into his beautiful hair. I throw my head back, moaning out loud. “You have the most skilled mouth I’ve ever felt,” I laugh.

He moans in reply, sending sparks up my spine. As he lifts up I see his dark lipstick has left rings around my cock. “Two skilled mouths can cause a lot of damage.” He kisses me, sucking my tongue before letting me go. “I’ve had enough of this world. I’ve had enough of people looking down at me. I want to rule them.”

I gaze into his eyes, feeling as if I’ve met a missing piece of me. “My father is a king.” I free Lynk’s impressive cock, finding he has golden studs down the sides. I stroke him slowly, savoring his heat in my palm. “I think we can find a way to do that.”

Lynk grins. “This is lust talking. We should discuss our plans when our cocks aren’t hard.” He throws his head back and moans loud. “I want you to fuck me.”

Lynk was so much bigger than me in all manner of ways, and I’ve always been the one being fucked. But I’m eager to do it to Lynk. I strip him down, all except for his boots. He drapes himself over a pillow so his hips are propped up. After preparing him, I stand behind him and guide my cock into his tight anus. Lynk throws his head back, all that beautiful hair flying up in a perfect arch. “You feel so good, Mercutio!”

I grab his hips, thrusting myself deeper inside him. He’s hot and squeezing, and I feel he may get the better of me. I pace myself, wanting this to last as long as possible. It’s an incredible surge of power to have this big hunk of man under me. Lynk sounds quite cute as I fuck him, his voice heightening with need. He begs for me, wanting more and harder. I grab his tail, pulling hard. I’m surprised by his endurance - he’s lasting longer than I did when August yanked my tail. 

Eventually, we’re drinking again, snuggled up naked. Lynk sighs and lies back, looking up at the ceiling. “So, what’s your plan?” he asks. 

I lick my lips and sit up, looking down at him. “We should get married.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face. “I like that.” He rises and looks me in the eye. “Tell me everything.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Absolutely everything.”