Satyr Boyfriend: Nathan (complete)

The Cauldows Chateau was one of those beautiful, old mansions that had gone to waste. The family who owned it lost all their money, and the upkeep for it was simply far too much. The old place had been for sale for decades, and it became a ritual to take tours of the place, or throw parties there. That is, until the ‘For Sale’ sign vanished, and a new gate and fence appeared. Someone had finally bought the place.

It was either someone stupid, or someone with an endless supply of revenue. The place was a money pit, no doubt about it. As many times as I had been inside the Cauldows Chateau, I couldn’t help but notice all that it needed. New wiring, definitely, because it caught fire a few times just from someone turning on a light switch. Plumbing was something I didn’t want to think about, but I had heard stories of the toilet situation from friends who partied there regularly as kids.

My mom had been the one to tell me the old mansion was sold, and it was practically all anyone in our sleepy hamlet could talk about. It was like the start of ‘Witches of Eastwick.’ Everyone had their own rumor or story about who bought it and why. When I came home for vacation, the whispers were absolutely everywhere. 

Then I received a phone call from a private number. I was used to that sort of thing. In my line of work, I get all sorts of strange calls and emails. I used to work as a sketch artist for the police department. Then I sketched during courtroom cases, and eventually I moved on up to doing storyboarding for cartoons after college. From there, things took off after an eventful Comic-Con.

Anyway, the phone call I received was from a man named Nathan, who said he was the mysterious new owner of the Cauldows Chateau. 

“I heard that we had a famous artist in town, and I wanted to invite you over to ask you a few things. Pick your brain, as it were,” he chuckled. “Are you free at all? I can send you a car, and I am willing to pay you for your time.”

“No need to send a car, I can just take my bike there,” I said. 

“Just buzz me at the gate. I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Emdale.” 

It was strange, no one in the whole town had met this man, this Nathan. No one had even known his name until now. I wasn’t sure what to do. It seemed like one of those odd scenarios where I would either find a rich husband, or get murdered with an axe in the basement. 

Curiosity won out, and here I am at the Cauldows Chateau. There is a small screen with a button underneath it at the gate, and when I push it, a light flashes in my face. I yowl, rubbing my eyes as my picture comes onto the screen and my info is scrolled along the side.

“Come in, Ms. Emdale,” Nathan says through the intercom as the gate jerks and swings open.

I grumble angrily under my breath, still seeing spots in front of my eyes as I pedal myself up the steep driveway. As I balance my bike against a stone lion by the stairs, the front doors open. Out walks an older man with slick-back, dark silver hair, round-rimmed glasses, sharp cheekbones, and a dimpled chin. He isn’t the Bela Lugosi vampire I was expecting, nor the Jack Nicholson devil I had also envisioned.

“Welcome!” Nathan comes down the stairs to greet me. “I’m so glad you could make it.” Upon closer inspection, I see that his eyes have a strange color to them - almost pink, sort of brown. I’m not too sure, but he keeps moving around too much for me to make it out.

“I’m very excited to get your opinion,” Nathan says as we walk up the stairs. 

“Opinion?” I tilt my head to the side. “What sort of opinion?”

“It’s a long story,” he says with a smile.

As we walk into the foyer, I feel as if I have walked into another building. I’ve been in the Cauldows often, and I remember the foyer painted a gaudy red, with sheets hanging all over the walls and the floor occupied by the wreckage of a fallen chandelier. Now, the foyer is a welcoming blue with white accents. The marble floor is pristine, and the chandelier above is like a floating spectacle of gemstones and glass.

“I not only want to make this place my home,” Nathan continues, oblivious to my cross-eyed gawking, “I want to make it a working museum.”

I shake myself from my thoughts to look at him. “A museum?”

“I have an extensive art collection,” Nathan smiles at me. “I’ve wanted to show it in its entirety to the world for ages now. I also thought this place would also serve as a wonderful art school. Maybe a bed and breakfast.” He shrugs. “That’s why I needed your opinion.”

“I just work on cartoons these days,” I reply. “I don’t know why you’d ask me to come here.”

“You’re an artist, of course I want you here!” Nathan says with a grin. “You can see things I can’t.” He taps at his temple. “You have a better vision than I do.” He walks with me down a long corridor where the windows now are uncovered - no more planks hammered over them, no more tarps. They’re crystal clear, surrounded by beautiful drapes and peering out into a pristine garden. That garden never existed before, as far as I could recall.

“I’m amazed at how much work has been done here,” I gasp. “Last time I saw this place, it was…”

“A money pit,” Nathan says with a nod. “Trust me, I saw the same ball of kindling everyone else did. But if you throw enough money at a problem, it tends to go away. I paid a lot of money to make sure this place has gotten to my level of standards.” He opens a door into a circular room that has been outfitted with museum-quality light fixtures. The walls are covered with artwork, paintings and statues from all periods.

“It’s a small start. I have yet to get the rest of my collection shipped in, but this lets me know what the place is capable of.” Nathan smiles as he walks around the room.

“What are your plans?” I gasp, wondering the statue I’m staring at is some ancient deity. I reach out, curious to feel it against my fingertips.

“Be careful with that,” Nathan chuckles. “That’s Himeros.” He walks up beside me, staring at the beautifully carved, androgynous figure. “They are the Erote of uncontrollable desire. Legend has it that if you touch them with your bare skin, you will be overcome.”

I glance at Himeros, then back to Nathan as I drop my hand. “You’d best put a sign up.”

Nathan chuckles. “Part of my plans,” he says with a nod. “But which of my plans are you most curious about?”

“You say you want this to be a museum, a school, a bed and breakfast, and yet you want to live here as well. How do you plan on fitting all of that in here?” I study his expression as I admire how good-looking he is.

“All ideas, really.” He points up. “There are three floors to this place - more than I can handle on my own, far more than I will ever need. The bottom floor here can easily be the museum and school. Second floor has seven bedrooms, and as fun as it would be to have a different bed each day of the week, I think a specialized bed-and-breakfast would be more keen. Third floor would be my home.”

“How many bedrooms does that have?” I giggle.

“I could introduce you to each one if you’d like,” Nathan says with a seductive smile.

I restrain myself from answering, and follow Nathan again as he takes me into an adjoining room, which turns out to be a solarium. The whole room is made out of glass, and definitely something I don’t remember this place having. 

“This could be an art studio.” He points out through the windows, which frame a view of the garden’s fruit trees, flowering bushes, and a pond a short distance away with swans gliding across the cool water. “Let painters and whatnot in here to work for as long as they need.”

“Are you an artist?” I ask him.

Nathan throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, gods, no! The only talent I have is money, and that’s not really something to be proud of.”

I smile at him. “I can appreciate the honesty,” I murmur. “But I’m still trying to figure out why you would want my opinion. You sound like you already know what you want to do.”

“I told you - you’re the artist, I’m not.” He lays his hand on his chest, and for the first time I notice how long his fingers are. “Does any of this seem appealing to you?”

“Of course it does. But people are going to want to come here regardless. Advertise this place right and you’ll be overwhelmed with the response, not just because of the artwork.” I take in his confused expression. “Curiosity will get them in, and after that, you’ll find a loyal customer base. Word of mouth will spread, rich folks will pay buckets to sleep next to-” I motion back into the museum at Himeros, “the sex god.” I smile up at him. “I think whatever you decide to do with this place, it’ll be a hit. For some reason, people love poking around in old mansions.”

Nathan smiles, and my heart starts to sputter. “My other idea was a haunted house.”

I snort and start to laugh.

“But people really don’t want to sell their possessed dolls for some reason.” Nathan turns towards me, a glint in his eyes. “So, on a personal level, what do you really think?”

“I think,” I start with a deep breath, “it’s amazing you want to share your home with people.” I wave my hand around. “Most people with this kind of cash in their wallets would never open their homes to people, let alone show off their art collections.”

Nathan shrugs. “I think all things should be shared. I plan on making this place open to anyone who wants to see it. Artwork is meant to be seen - to be loved, critiqued, hated, judged,” he smirks at me. “It’s a public spectacle at all times, not something meant to be seen by certain eyes only. That’d be selfish.”

I nod slowly as I watch him. “Do you mind if I ask something personal?”

“Depends on what you ask,” Nathan smirks.

“Who are you?” I turn towards him. “I mean… the money you must have put in here already. What do you do? Are you into tech? Were you born this rich?”

“I am just someone with a little too much and not enough to share it with.” He smiles at me, and this time I’m sure his eyes are a weird pink color. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Uh-” I’m shocked by his sudden question. “Not since breakfast,” I answer.

“Good!” Nathan grins. “Follow me. My chef is the best in the world.” He leads to the rear area of the ground floor, which had once been used as staffing quarters as well as the kitchen and storage. 

“What do you plan to do down here?” I ask.

“Maybe a restaurant one of these days,” Nathan sighs. “But for now, it’s one of the few places in the chateau I like as it is. I did update the refrigeration and kitchen areas, but I like how the basement is practically untouched.” He lead me into the kitchen, which is a gleaming, sterile white. Everything seems high-tech, brand new, yet classic at the same time.

There’s a table in the corner with a window that looks out over a cliff. As I sit down, Nathan opens one of the fridges and takes out a pitcher, pouring ice-cold water into a glass. 

“How long are you in town for? I would love to hire you to help me get this all off the ground.” Nathan sits down at the table, handing me the water.

“I don’t know what I could possibly do,” I chuckle. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about overseeing any of your ideas.”

“You’d know the proper people to get in contact with. Artist friends, old school chums,” he says with a shrug.

“School chums?” I say with a smirk.

A woman brings plates over to the table, then hurries off back towards the main kitchen. On the plates there is a hefty portion of steak and greens, as well as some sort of pasta dish. 

“Am I showing my age?” Nathan leans back in his seat, eating sparsely. 

I’m trying not to show my hunger, but the steak is cooked so perfectly I want to shovel it down in the worst way. 

“I also don’t know anyone here,” Nathan confesses. “I like you, so I wouldn’t mind keeping you around.” He glances up at me, taking a bite of his food. “Maybe we should get to know one another better,” he says with a coy smile. 

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “You sure? I’m actually not sure how long this hiatus will be.” The show I was working on is pending cancellation, and my fate is up in the air.

“However long I can steal you for, I am grateful.” 

Over the next few days, I end up going to the Cauldows Chateau several times. Nathan asks me over to either oversee new parts of his collection being shipped in, or to get my opinion on how to redecorate some of the second-floor bedrooms.

One of the bedrooms is done all in pink and gold, and the bed is huge and comfortable, but the best thing about it is the glamorous and monstrous bathroom. It’s the kind of Barbie dream house setting I wanted as a little girl. With a massive and aesthetically pleasing bedroom, I wouldn’t need a kitchen.

One day when I am asked to come over, Nathan is showing me his ideas as we meander around the second floor. I’ve come for another reason as well - I’m going to head back to work, because the show I was working on got renewed after all instead of getting canceled. I want to break the news to Nathan that I’ll be leaving by the end of the week. 

As Nathan goes off to find his phone, I wander back into the pink room. Something about it feels inviting and nice. 

“You seem to like this room,” Nathan walks up behind me. “Maybe I’ll leave it alone as your personal space.”

“Oh, no!” I gasp. “You really don’t have to do that. I just like it, is all.”

Nathan opens up one of the windows to the vines hanging down from above. A cool breeze wafts in, and I can smell the honeysuckle in the garden. 

“I saw a tutorial of yours last night,” he confesses. “I’ve been watching all your videos for a while now.”

“Oh, god, I haven’t updated that stuff in ages,” I laugh. 

“It’s all good, really,” Nathan steps towards me. “I was very interested in the body painting you did.”

I feel my face growing hot. I glance up at him as I try to force a smile. “I haven’t done that in ages, either,” I murmur. 

“Having artwork like that,” he murmurs, “it’s very intriguing.”

“You do realize I was the one being painted on, right?” I ask cautiously. I had done that as a favor to a friend. Usually I wouldn’t have the guts to do something like the body painting Nathan is talking about.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” Nathan dips down, placing a soft, warm kiss on my lips. I lose my breath for a second, but am eager to receive him.

I wrap my arms around him, letting him press his body against mine. My back presses against the wall as Nathan’s hands run up my skirt, grabbing my bare thighs and squeezing them. He steps back with a slight smile on his face.

“I want to show you something,” he whispers. “Before I go any further with this, I want you to know something.”

I swallow back a nervous lump in my throat. “You do realize how weird that sounds, right?” I ask.

Nathan nods. “Yes, and I’m sorry if it puts you ill at ease, but I genuinely like you, Emdale.”  He has me sit down on the bed, and steps closer to the window. He takes off his glasses, setting them aside.

“I’m afraid to say that I’m hiding something from everyone. But I’m doing it to protect myself.” He glances out the window, stripping away his shirt.

I duck my head aside, embarrassed, glancing towards him again to see his back to me.

“There are many hidden things in this world that people once believed in,” he murmurs. “I’ve seen them all, and despite humanity taking them as myths, they’re all very real.”

“That’s not a comforting statement to hear.”

Nathan sighs and turns around. “Yeah, I realize I’m sounding creepy again.”

I see now that his eyes are definitely pink, and his skin is much paler now than it was before. In fact, his skin is becoming whiter by the second, until he looks like a blank canvas. His hair cascades far below his shoulders and wraps around his neck, creating a silken mane that goes down the center of his chest and stops just before his navel. His cheekbones were always sharp, but now they are more angular, more pronounced. They jut out from his face, lifting and sharpening the corners of his eyes and causing his brow bones to arch. His face is oddly lion-like now, with a split lip that turns purple as it curls at the sides. On top of his head are a set of dark horns that swoop back, then curl under and forward. They look like black, twisted ropes coiling around opal.

“The fuck-” I whisper under my breath.

“This is what I wanted to show you.” He stretches out his long arms, which now end in massive paws padded with black. “The true me, the honest me.”

I’m still in a state of shock, so all I can do to cope is crack a few jokes. “Oh god, I’m in Beauty and the Beast and I didn’t realize it. Mansion, weird furniture, you-” I point at Nathan.

Nathan comes forward and kneels down in front of me. “I understand if this is a lot to take, but I want you to know me as I really am.”

I cup my hand over my mouth, letting my eyes dart around the room. I land back on his bright pink eyes and slowly take in a deep breath. “So...what are you?”

“My mother was an adventurer. She traveled far from home to see all of the world. My father was a predator.” Nathan grimaces. “I spent most of my youth in hiding, either from my mother’s family or from my father.” He sighs shaking his head. “When my mother passed, I was raised by my half brother, Robin. He taught me about rescuing fine art and preserving it, so I made it my passion.” 

I stand up from the bed. “That gives me the who, not the what.”

“To be honest, I am not quite sure what I am.” Nathan turns and looks at me. “Isn’t the who much more important?”

“It’s a shock is all,” I murmur. “I’ve never seen anything like you outside storybooks. You’ll have to give me time to get used to it.”

Nathan’s ears twitch then slope back. “I don’t scare you, do I?”

“No,” I gasp softly. “You’re just different, that’s all.”

Nathan sits down on the edge of the bed. “Good,” he murmurs. “I’ve been so lonely for so long.” He looks up at me with wide, sad eyes. “It was nice to have your company.”

I sit beside him, placing my hands in my lap. “This really is Beauty and the Beast then, only without the hostage-taking.” I reach over, taking Nathan’s hand in mine. The pads of his hands are a silky sort of leather, and nice to the touch.

“I don’t want to be a beast,” Nathan murmurs to me. “At least, I don’t want to be seen that way.” He looks up at me with those sad eyes again. “When you look at me, I want you to see me.”

I smile at him, placing my other hand on his cheek. I run my fingers through his mane, letting the silky locks curl around my fingers until my palm is resting on his chest.

Nathan wraps his fingers around my wrist and holds my hand up. “I still want you to have this room,” he tells me. “I think it was meant for you.” He takes something from his pants pocket and places it in my hands. He then points to the wardrobe in the corner. “With that key, any door you unlock with it will open through there. So no matter where you go, you always have a way in.” He smiles at me. “Now, what was that news you wanted to tell me?”

“I, uh-” I take hold of the key in my hand. “I have to be going back to work,” I murmur. “I’ll be leaving at the end of the week.”

Nathan closes my fingers over the key. “Good thing I gave you a key to get in.” He smiles at me then places a soft kiss on my forehead. “You’re welcome in my home whenever you want. After all, I intend this place to be a sanctuary above all else.”

I furrow my brow, but don’t question him as to what he means. I lean in, closing the gap between us and pressing a kiss to his lips. He may look different, but he’s still the Nathan I’ve come to really adore.

“Just a warning,” he murmurs gently. “If you ever decide to come to your room and find something sleeping in this bed, it will just be me.”

I giggle and kiss him again. “I’ll keep that in mind before I start swinging a bat.”

I leave at the end of the week, heading back home to begin working again. Things are rushed to compensate for the ‘hiatus’ and I am working longer hours than I would ever want to. I often come home to my tiny apartment too tired to do anything. I just collapse on the nearest soft surface and pass out.

Eventually, I am allowed a day off and for the most part, I sleep. When I wake up, I decide to order a metric ton of takeout to keep in my fridge for the next week or so. But when I start to dial, I see the heavy brass key sitting on the table. I had nearly forgotten about it, because everything that isn’t about work has been pushed out of my head.

I take the key, go to my bathroom door, and place it in the lock. As I turn it and open the door, I step out through the door of the wardrobe in the pink room.

I look around, taking in the quiet stillness of it all. I go over to the bed, finding it empty. In a way, I was hoping to find Nathan sleeping there so I could curl up beside him. I walk out into the hall, and there I can hear Nathan talking to someone below. Looking over the railing, I see him with a man and woman. The man is tall and rakishly thin, with a wild mop of red hair. The woman is fair and pale with slick, black hair. 

“I see you’ve been keeping yourself very busy, brother,” the man says. “This place was a disaster when we found it.” I conclude this must be Robin, the brother who raised Nathan.

“I’m still finding liquor bottles everywhere. The youth of the town really made use of this place,” Nathan chuckles.

The woman tilts her head up and spots me. “Hi!” She waves.

Both Robin and Nathan look up, and Nathan’s expression gives way to a great big grin. “I’m so glad to see you!” he gasps. 

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” My voice cracks as I see the serious expression on Robin’s face.

“That wardrobe is a relic! It’s not meant for your booty calls!” he fusses at Nathan, hitting him over the head with a newspaper.

“She is nothing of the sort! She’s my friend!” Nathan covers himself, trying to dodge his brother’s blows.

“Come down, I brought some candy if you’d like it,” the woman says in a bright, cheery voice. “I’m Eira.” She holds out the massive box towards me. 

Inside the box are petits fours so beautiful they’re like miniatures fit for display. I take a pink one, happily taking a bite. “Emdale,” I say between bites. “Thank you.”

Nathan ducks another blow from his brother and hides behind me. “She’s an artist, and she’s kindly helping me get more artists here to the house.”

“So she’s a siren?” Eira asks excitedly.

“No, uh…” I glance up at Nathan then back at Robin and Eira. “Just lending a helping hand is all.”

“Why don’t you two go to your room?” Nathan suggests. “You’ve been traveling all day and I’m sure you’re tired. We can finish discussing the new additions to the collection at dinner.”

“I would like a nap,” Eira says, giving Robin a sharp jab in the ribs.

“I can take a hint!” Robin scoffs. “Fine, call us down, or I’ll find you.” They go up the stairs as Nathan takes hold of my hand.

He pulls me down the hallway, and once we’re around the corner, he snatches me up and kisses me. “I missed you.”

“I’m sorry,” I sigh as his lips trail down my neck. “Work has been chaos.”

Nathan’s hands go up under my skirt, touching my bare thighs. “I figured as much. I didn’t want to be a pest and beg you to come see me. But you have perfect timing.” He takes hold of my hand again and leads me to the gallery, where there are now several large crates sitting around the room.

“You’ll get to see the unboxing of the new additions to the collection.” He pulls a tarp away from a painting, a portrait of a woman who looks strikingly similar to me.

I step towards it, gazing into my own eyes looking out from the woman’s face. On her neck is my favorite necklace - a star charm decorated with rainbow crystals, something my grandmother bought me ages ago. 

“My mother was a fantastic artist,” Nathan murmurs. “She painted things that were yet to be seen.” He stands beside me. “This was always one of my favorites.”

“Your mom painted me?” I gasp.

“She was always worried I would never find you,” he chuckles. “I used to get distracted quite easily back then. She wanted to make sure I found you when I was supposed to.”

“Is that why you collect art the way you do?” I ask. “Because of your mom?”

“In a way,” he sighs. “I was happy just having her artwork.” A dark look crosses his face. “But then all of it was taken from me, along with her.” He turns to me. “My father is a very cruel creature, jealous, spoiled, entitled-” he grimaces and shakes his head. He walks away from me, turning towards the artwork in the gallery. “He destroyed her collection, then he took her away for good.”

“Nathan,” I place my hand on his back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Robin helped me recover from that,” he whispers. “Showing me your painting…” Tears fill his eyes. “My mother made sure to rescue it before-”

“It’s okay.” I take hold of him as he sinks down into my arms.

We sit down on the floor together. Nathan has my back against his chest and his arms around me. “Robin and I protect things,” he murmurs. “Things that could be harmed by the world we are now living in. Artwork that isn’t all it seems - treasures that hold sleeping souls,” he sighs. “We protect them until they are needed, and then we make sure they find their homes.” He motions his hand around. “Everything you see here has a future purpose in this world.”

“What about you?” I glance up at him.

Nathan chuckles. “Yes, even me.” He squeezes me and kisses the top of my head, then sighs. 

“Is that why you want artists and people to come here?” I glance back at him. “So these things you are protecting find their place?”

Nathan smiles. “Very good,” he beams. “That is exactly the plan. Robin and I have noticed a lot of the items in our collection are all meant to go to areas close to this chateau. The town of Hearthway Hollow is a hotbed in and of itself,” he chuckles. “But, we figured it was safer to start here before we started branching out.”

I snuggle back against his chest. “Robin was fussing at you for using the wardrobe in the pink room.”

“He’s just being a big brother,” Nathan chuckles. “We received that from an old and dear friend of ours, Mr. Faire. He was using it for years until he found a new way to travel.”

“So it’s still okay for me to use?”

Nathan beams, pressing another kiss against my hair. “I insist.” We stand up, but Nathan keeps hold of my hand. “We have a long time before dinner. Are you hungry? Do you need to rest?”

I shrug. “I was about to order food before I came here.”

Nathan motions to the solarium. “Go wait in there, and I’ll get you something to eat.” He kisses my temple before he leaves.

I sit down in one of the comfy chairs of the solarium and stretch out my legs. I settle down, probably relaxing more than I should have. I drift to sleep, only waking when Nathan kisses my cheek.

“Now, you’re Sleeping Beauty,” he teases.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I huff, taking the sandwich he offers me. I eat a few bites, noticing that painting supplies have been placed on the shelves by the door. “Are you starting classes soon?” I ask.

“I plan to start a trial run eventually.” A smirk then curls the corners of his lips. “Actually, I was wondering if you would do a favor for me.”

I watch him as he gathers some paint and brushes from the wall. “Why do I feel like I have been trapped?”

“You’re not, I promise.” He looks up at me as he places the supplies on the ground. “Would you mind if I painted you?”

I gulp down a bite of my food, then set the plate aside. “Like a painting or like-” I gasp softly as Nathan starts to undo the buttons on my dress. He opens the top up, then traces his fingers along the lines of my bra.

“You can say no,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ll respect whatever you want.”

I pout at him. “You’re making it hard.”

Nathan kisses me, helping me remove my clothes as his kiss trails down my body. He kisses my hip, rubbing his palm down the center of my now-naked body. I bite down on my lip as Nathan dips a paint brush into the paint. As he touches it to my skin, I shiver from the cold. He drags the brush down, painting between my breasts and circling around my navel. I whimper softly as he glides new colors across my skin, touching the bristles to my erect nipples.

Nathan’s hand brushes up my thigh, pushing it open, and then he trails his fingers through the curls on my mound. He kisses me, letting the paint brush slip down my arm as his free fingers dip to find me warm and wet.

“Did you get excited?” he moans into my ear.

Nathan’s skin is turning snow-white, and his long hair falls around us like a curtain. “I couldn’t help it.” I unbutton his shirt, letting his bare chest press against mine as he moves in closer. His fingers press inside me, and I moan into his open lips. His black tongue darts out, licking my mouth and down my neck, stopping just before the paint. He sits up, letting a drop of his saliva fall onto my breast. The paint there sparkles for a moment, and a shiver cascades down my spine as his fingers work within me. 

“Nathan,” I moan softly as he fumbles single-handedly with his belt buckle. 

“Is it okay?” he whispers. “Like this?”

I drag my fingers down his chest, through the white curls of his mane to his belly button. I then tug down his pants, letting him spring out in his full glory. His legs are covered by the same white, downy curls, and his cock is pitch black.

Nathan presses his body against mine, and I wrap myself around him. For a few moments, we grunt and moan. The paint smears onto his canvas-like skin, staining him new clothes. As he slips inside me, I squeeze tight around his shaft.

“So hot-” Nathan growls, his hips bucking. “You’re going to drive me crazy,” he chuckles.

I cup his face in my palms. “That’s okay, right?”

Nathan laughs, driving himself into me hard. I cry out into his shoulder, gasping for breath as we rock together. Our bodies are tangled, inseparable as his heat drives into me. He feels so powerful and weak at the same time, his might easily swayed by the touch of my body. I moan into his ear, and he’s like putty in my hands. I can shape him into anything I desire, but all I want is to feel him inside me at the peak of my release.

I cry into his shoulder, muffling my screams as I claw down his back and tangle my fingers in his hair. Nathan snarls, then gasps for breath. His whole body trembles and quivers at his release. He pulls out fast, splashing my thighs and belly with his seed.

We’re both huffing and puffing, breathing hard from the exertion we just put ourselves through. Nathan starts to chuckle, giggling and kissing me happily. As we’re rolling in the afterglow, the door behind us opens. We remain perfectly still from shock.

“Did you find them?” we hear Robin yell.

“No!” Eira slams the doors back shut. “Not in here! Let’s go back down to the kitchen and just make some tea for now!”

I gasp and flop back into the chair. “Oh, my god!” I whine as I cup my hands over my face.

“That Eira is a champ.” Nathan gets up from the seat and wipes paint from his face. “I think someone has earned a shower.”

“How are we going to get out of here?” I whine.

Nathan helps me up, picking up our clothes. When he opens the door, it leads back into the pink room. “Not to worry.” He murmurs to me. “The pink room will be our safe place, now and forever.” He tosses the clothes onto the bed. 

Nathan then grabs me from behind, holding onto my hips. “Did you enjoy being painted?” he whispers into my ear.

A shiver goes down my spine again. “Only if it’s you,” I reply. “Only you.”