Tiefling Boyfriend: Lynk (special preview)

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 has not been wines and liquors, but in the trading of knowledge and intel. I know about other families than I do my own. It’s been our secret trade, our real trade, the source of our influence among some of the most powerful families around. Yes, wine gets our foot in the door, but we stay inside once the truth comes out.

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

My father treated our staff like family, paid them well, gave them quarters in the palace that were more than just straw beds. He believed that giving them this it would foster loyalty, and it was that loyalty he relied on to further our family, because the staff sometimes saw more than we ever could. So we hosted many gatherings in our home, with our staff working as our eyes and ears.

The bordello happened naturally over time. My father preferred the vineyard and agreed that I needed something that would utilize my natural talent of pulling the truth from people. Only now I had physical evidence of some people’s secrets. 

I was a lonesome child, having been born out of my mother’s desire for my father as well as the power he held. I was used only to get the upper hand. To my mother I was a pawn, a doll for her whims. To my father I was a chance, he never 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 still haunt him to this day. Because of that he is indebted heavily to Lady Fierna. I think Fierna would have killed my mother for a pickle had someone offered, the two never got along, which is the mildest way of putting their hatred for one another. 

That’s just how things go I suppose. Once I was with my father I was just happy, nothing else really mattered. I was free from my mother, able to go about my life the way I wanted. I got an education, learned a fondness for music, and art. And, oh 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 had resolved with myself I wouldn’t have sex at all. Afraid it would be used to over power and hurt me. But after staring at the nude model for art class 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 just how many lovers I had in my early twenties, but it was enough that my father found me half dead in a ditch somewhere. I went overboard, I do admit that, I had been pent up and prudish for so long I let it get the best of me. But my father set me straight and helped me find ways to curb my cravings. I still loved having a good roll in the hay, so to speak, but I learned what my mother knew all along. Sex was for pleasure, and pleasure was highly sought after. If I was good enough, I could hold a lot of power.