Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio (complete)

I’m quite lucky, if I say so myself. Most people wouldn’t get where I am today, and since I am a tiefling I feel this is doubly true. I try not to take my fortune for granted or let the sands slip through my fingers, but sometimes comfort does make one feel complacent. I may not seem humble at first glance, but sometimes it’s hard to appear that way when I have earned most of what I have.

I was raised by a loving mother, deep in the woods. Having a child like me was not an easy feat, but my mother was tough and resilient. She opened a small store in my youth, and I have fond memories of working there.  “We have to make things look perfect, my baby,” she would say to me. “When we have money we can be lazy, but as we are poor, we have to try harder than everyone else.”

I furrowed my brow at this. “Why?”

She looked at me, brushing her hair from her face and tucking it back under her scarf. She knelt and smiled at me. “Because people like to look down on us, my baby.” She brushed her fingers across my cheek, so soft and yet roughened by her labors. “They will find a way to look down on you for any reason, and when you are different, and when you are poor, it makes it all the much harder. So we must work hard to prove them wrong, and keep them from turning their noses up at us.” She bopped the tip of my nose, and I giggled.

“Now let us get to work,” she said. She untwisted my tail from her ankle and draped it over my arm. “We’ll be opening soon, and I want this place to look like a dollhouse.”

“Yes, Mama,” I agreed readily. 

She was right too, and it was a hard thing to take note of when I was younger. I didn’t mind much when people talked about me. I could brush it off as easily as I swept the shelves. It was when I heard derision at my mother’s expense that I was hurt. It built up a bile in me. Even as Mama’s store grew and she built herself from the ground up, people still loved to look down on us, just as she said.

I was a young man when the bile exploded from me. I was cocky, headstrong, and a little drunk one evening. I had gone out, not knowing why, but looking back now I think I was out for trouble. Earlier that day, while tending to the shop, my mother had gotten into an argument with some traders. They were trying to fleece her, and she knew it. She wasn’t having a lick of their nonsense. They got angry and my mother told them to leave, but as they did they knocked over some wares, hurling profanities at her. 

That night, those traders were in the same bar as me. I had been eyeballing them all night, glaring them down while my tail twitched and fidgeted beside me. I drank and drank until either the courage built up or the idiocy did. 

I approached them, tapping one on the shoulder. His friend saw me first. “Look, it’s that half-breed bastard from the…” He stopped when my fist collided with his friend’s jaw. I was jumped immediately. I’m scrappy, but mind you, I’m a lovely sort, a bedroom sort. These guys were twice my weight and size, their fists like bricks compared to my pebbles.

I was pulled from the tussle and laid aside as the fight was disbanded. The traders were chased away, and I was taken to a back booth and looked over.

I knew the man who came to rescue. He did business with my mother, and was very kind to her. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” His hand smoothed over my cheek, and I winced away from his touch. 

“Here.” He held up a handkerchief. “Let me clean you off.”

His name was Tyrone Hensington, a half-elf shoemaker. I didn’t know much about him at the time, only that he bought things from my mother, and the two got along. His handkerchief smelled like cedar, and his hands were gentle as he cleaned the cuts on my face and lip. “Won’t be kissing anybody with a face like this for a while,” he chuckled. His smile was wide, brightening his handsome features. My half-swollen eyes trailed up his arm, which was toned from shoemaking.

“Why do you bring up kissing?” I asked him. “Is there something on your mind?” My tail began to sweep back and forth across the floor, slowly, as if building up to something.

Tyrone’s brow arched as he moved his hand down and looked over the handkerchief. “There is always something.” His dark eyes moved over me, and his smile brightened further. It made my tail start to move towards him. “Let me help get you home.” He stood from the booth and offered his hand to me. “Before you try to get into any more fights.”

“They started it,” I protested. “They picked a fight with my mom.”

“I know Chell. She can handle her own fights.” He took my hand, his strong fingers grasping my thin palm. I smiled, enjoying his gentle strength. As I stood up I feigned a bit of weakness, and let him put his arm around me to hold me up. I leaned into his side. He smelled like a hard day’s work, but to me it was a perfume so enchanting it would fuel my nights until I could see him again. 

I noticed Tyrone coming to the store more often after that, even for the most innocuous of things. He often didn’t have anything in mind; he would just ask me to show him around the store until he found what he was looking for. He was so charming, and it didn’t help things that I was young and eager. 

“I see the cut on your lip is healing nicely.” Tyrone reached out, cupping my chin in his hand and brushing his thumb just under my bottom lip. “Any pain at all?”

I grinned at him. “Only when someone is playing coy with me.” I winked at him, letting my long white lashes do the talking for me. “So, do I need to run you around the store again, or have you found something that you like?” 

Tyrone chuckled, his cheeks blossoming with the most flattering shade of rose. He rubbed his chin, and those devastating eyes of his took me in slowly. “I always see something I like when I come into this store, but I don’t think it’s for sale.” 

He looked down in surprise as my tail began to coil its way up his ankle and his leg, then back to me before breaking into another massive grin.

“Maybe not for sale,” I shrugged. I tilted my head to the side so my hair fell into my face. I wanted him to brush it away, to feel his fingers caress the tip of my ear. “But a trade could be made.”

He did just what I wanted, and tucked my hair away. That simple touch of his warm skin on my ear reverberated through my body in the best possible way. I grinned at him, giving him a look of desire.

Tyrone tilts his head back and purses his lips. “Those eyes are trying to sell me trouble.” He bit his lip. 

I stepped closer to him. “You buying?” I placed my palm on his chest, gently tugging so I could see his chest hair through the buttons. “It’s cheap.”

Tyrone threw his head back in laughter, and the boyish look on his face sold me to him instantly. He looked at me with a grin, still chuckling as he wiped small tears from his eyes. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you?”

My tail squeezed around his leg as I grinned. “I’m adorable and you know it.” I poked his chest. “What’s all this thinking about?”

Tyrone leaned in, pressing a kiss to my ear. I melted instantly. In that moment, he could have had me any way until dawn. I bit back the moan building my throat as he kissed me again, and I gazed longingly at him when  he pulled away.

“Don’t give me them eyes, not yet.” Tyrone’s smile was caught in his teeth as he tried to hold it back. “Not until tonight, that is.”

I let out an excited gasp. “Tonight?”

He shrugged. “If you have nothing better to do, that is.” His dark lashes lowered as he looked down my body. “Stop by my shop when you get off work.”

“Oh. Okay.” I nodded eagerly. 

Tyrone chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “You, uh… you’ve got to let go of me.”

I looked down at my tail still around his leg and slowly pulled it back. “Sorry, it has a mind of its own.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He grinned as he walked by. “Especially if it’s honest.”

I began to miss him the moment he left the shop. I went by his shop that evening after work. It was growing dark out, but he had left a candle in his window. As I walked inside, I could hear him working in the back room. The front room was filled with shoes. Several small shelves showed off his work, and old tools decorated the walls. 

“Lock that door behind you, would ya?” Tyrone called from the back.

I smirked. “How do you know who is here?” 

“I don’t, I’m just hoping I’m lucky this time.”

I turned the lock, then made my way into the back room where his workshop was. There, under the light of a lantern, I saw him standing with his shirt off while he mopped himself with a towel. I was unprepared and readily willing. 

“Sorry,” he laughed. “It was hot today.” He laid the towel aside and reached for his shirt. “I didn’t want to be too gross when you showed up.”

“It’s all right.” I stepped into the workshop with an idea already in my mind. “It would be a shame for you to put that shirt back on though. No sense in it if you already cleaned yourself up.” 

His skin was dewy from the water. As my fingers brushed up his side, I could see his breath shuddering.“I think you just like looking.” He dropped his shirt back down. 

“Says the man who keeps coming into the store just to gawk.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I came here because I wanted to see more of you, all of you hopefully.”

Tyrone chuckled as he grabbed my waist. “You can look. But you should know there is more reason why I wanted you over.”

“Really?” My tail was stroking up the back of his leg. “Are you planning to kidnap me and sell me away?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed. He cupped his hands around my face and rubbed his thumb over my lips. “I like you, so very much. You’re so beautiful and bright, and I find myself grinning like an idiot whenever I’m around you.”

My tail worked its way around his thigh, squeezing it and brushing against his crotch. “I’ve noticed,” I moaned breathlessly.

“This won’t be some quick, one-night fling,” he told me as a warning. “This will be for as long as you can stand me.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I’m okay with that.”

“Your tail,” he moaned. 

“Mind of its own, remember?” I panted. I could feel his heat against the tip of my tail. It was growing thicker, harder by the second. My tail pressed against the bulge, and I undid the laces of his pants. My tail coiled around the base of his cock, squeezing him before moving slowly. Tyrone bit back his grin as he watched, and his hands circled around my waist. 

“It feels soft,” he moaned. “Does all of you feel that way?”

I grinned at him. “You’ll just have to find out.”

Tyrone picked me up and set me down on his work table. He kissed me while his hands worked feverishly on removing my clothes. His strong hands parted through the fabric, finding my sensitive skin and leaving his mark on me. His kisses dragged down my throat as he pressed his lips to my chest. He bit and suckled my nipple, all the while my tail continued to stroke him.

I was enthralled, to say the least. I’d never expected to be worshipped in such a way. Tyrone took his time, making me feel special and sacred to him. Even as his warm mouth wrapped around my shaft, I felt ill-prepared for such treatment.

I grabbed his ponytail as he sucked on me. I had been holding back my voice all that time, but I was losing my grip. I let out moans and wails as he lapped at me. He eventually looked up, smirking like the cat who ate the canary. “I can’t take it anymore.” He kissed me, swirling his tongue in my mouth. I felt drunk off of him as he picked me up from the table.

I latched my legs around his waist and felt his cock prodding my ass. “What are you going to do to me?” I whimpered.

He kissed me again. “Just hold on.” He carried me downstairs to the basement, where his room was. We lay on his bed, kissing and grinding ourselves together. My tail was tightly coiled around his waist and thigh. Tyrone grabbed something from under his bed, then poured oil into his hand. The oil was cold against my skin as it fell from his fingers. 

“Let’s get you warmed up.” Tyrone slipped his fingers between my cheeks. I cried out in surprise as he touched my anus. He rubbed in the oil, slicking me up while preparing me for what was to come. Having him inside stirred up a rolling boil in my belly. I felt dizzy and exhilarated all at once. 

“Now.” Tyrone lowered himself again, guiding his cock down. “Relax, okay?” he breathed into my ear. He grunted as he entered me. He stretched me open and went deep inside. I cried out and arched my back to get closer to him. 

His tongue darted over my ear, and my vision became blurry for a second. “Oh, wow,” I moaned. “Oh, god!”

Tyrone held me, placing his hand under my head and another on my hip as he began to move. “You feel way too damn good.”

I was swaying in a vast ocean, taken away by tides of his creation. I locked my legs and tail around his waist and buried my face into his shoulder. Maybe I’m a bit of a slut, but hey, if I was his, I didn’t think it would matter much. 

Tyrone moaned into my ear, but when he bit the very tip I was a goner. I came, erupting onto both our bellies. He bit again, and my vision blurred. He sucked the tip of my ear, thrusting deep inside me until he stilled. His hips bucked and jerked, and his voice became caught in his throat.

When he lay his body on top of me, I was in heaven. It didn’t matter how hot the weather was outside. It felt like I was safe and protected when he was there. I hugged him tight, stroking down his back as we breathed as one.

One morning, after such a night of lovemaking, I woke to see Tyrone sitting on the edge of the bed and gazing out the window. I grabbed his elbow and tugged on him.

“Come back to bed. Let’s sleep in.” I whined a bit, but he had kept me up for a long time.

Tyrone smiled, his expression soft and gentle. “I’m thinking.”

“About what?” I rolled onto my side and my tail laid in his lap.

“You,” he whispered. “Us.” He petted my tail, rubbing his palm up and down it. “I love you so much.”

I sat up and gazed at him as the morning light feathered around his face. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, holding him tight. “I love you too.”

He strokes my arms on his chest. “Good, I was worried.”

I scowled then. “You were worried?”

He laughed and turned around to look at me. “It’s nice to hear, regardless of what you think.” His kiss was soft, unlike all the hard ones the night before. “Even if you think you know, you still get worried, especially when the one you love is such a special creation in the world.”

My heart trembled and I captured his face between my palms. “Come back to bed.”

Tyrone kisses me. “No. I have more I want to say.” He takes a small bag from his bedside table. “I know it’s not much, and maybe one day I can afford you something more.” He opened the bag and let slip from inside a necklace. The chain was delicate silver, and at the end was an iridescent opal that glowed in the sunlight. As he placed it around my neck and the cool gem touched my chest, I started to cry.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I shakily raised my head and looked into his eyes. “You can have me,” I sniffled. “All of me. No need to buy a thing.”

Tyrone grinned from ear to ear. “I don’t want to own you,” he whispered. “I want to love you.”

The embrace we shared then would be burned into my memory. I had never felt so complete in my life. I look back on it now, and think how sad it is that it didn’t last long enough.