Fae Boyfriend: Aymeric (complete)

There had been a particular cursed placed on your family ages ago, back when ankles were considered something vulgar. A certain far off relative had made the acquaintance of the Fairer Folk. It was this discovery that soon turned sour for your relative. While they had been enjoying discovering this new side of the world and being welcomed in, they sort of got lost in it. They ran afoul of some of the more unseemly parts of the Fae world. Aymeric LaFramboise was the particular sort of shady character you never wanted to get on his bad side. He controlled a syndicate of shadowy dark forces and played with those who crossed his path like toys. 

Your relative had become a celebrity of sorts in the Fae world, due to the fact he was, well, rather endowed. He had become popular with all genders of Fae for his ability to pleasure them. Now Aymeric, not to be out of the loop, invited your relative to his home. Aymeric wined and dined him, and dare I say it even sixty-nined him, but it was all a plot to lull your relative into a false sense of security. Aymeric was distrustful of humans, and no matter how good one was in bed, he was not willing to trust one completely. 

It only took the most minor of slight to allow Aymeric to strike, and for your relative it was when he ‘finished’ first. Aymeric then took his chance, cursing him as well as all the first born descendents in his bloodline. He cursed them to have shame thrust upon them wherever they went. Their name would be sullied and they could never stay long. The cursed affected each first born differently. Your poor relative was afflicted with lust and quite literally fucked himself to death. His first born son had a similar affliction, only he liked it to be public. His first born daughter was caught in the bed of several wives. It went on and on this way until you. 

Your shame was a bit different than your relatives and one you had been able to hide as well as you could, although it didn’t stop people from whispering. It wasn’t something you really thought about, it was just life for you and you had built your walls to protect yourself. It wasn’t until your sister revealed she was pregnant that you began to worry. You had seen the curse destroy your father, you had felt it working on you, you did not want your sister’s firstborn child to bare the same fate. So you took your distant relatives writings to find Aymeric.

The Fairer Folk had become much more open since your relative’s time visiting them. The world knew more about them and there were communities one could enter freely. But Aymeric was still ever high on his horse that mortals weren’t worth the time. 

Your relatives letters described Aymeric in both alluring and wretched detail. Apparently Aymeric was one of the best lovers your relative had ever had, while at the same time being one of the most selfish. He described Aymeric as both parts beautiful and otherworldly, while commenting that his charm is acted and his cruelty real. Aymeric had no heart except for the ones he kept in jars, and everything he did only concerned himself.

You found Aymeric’s home where he had Orc guards standing out front and you wondered how many people wanted him dead or maimed. As you approached the door the Orcs turned and looked down at you, glaring through sunglasses made of red glass.

“I want to speak with Aymeric,” you say staunchly, not allowing the Orcs to intimidate you.

“Mr. LaFromboise doesn’t allow humans in his home,” one Orc snarls.

“Please leave the way you came,” the other Orc growled.

You look them both over and frown. “No!” You then thrust out the letter your relative had left. “I wish to speak to him concerning the curse of one Milford Q. Honeycutt!”

The two Orcs glance at one another before they turn and both knock on the door. A second later the door opens and a small blue fae comes walking out. She looks to the Orcs then down at you. She tilts her glasses down and her pink eyes shimmer. 

“A Honeycutt,” she sniffs. “It has been a long while.” She snaps her fingers and the Orcs step aside. The blue fae wiggles her fingers and you follow after her inside.

You’re taken to a large dining room where the table is filled with food and bottles of liquor. There are several creatures sitting around the table, eating and drinking to their heart’s content. At the head of the table sat who could only be Aymeric. 

The blue fae snaps her fingers for you to stay by the doorway and she struts on in. She bends over, whispering to Aymeric whose silver eyes cut towards you. His features are sharp and look like they could cut glass. His nose is long and hooked, giving him a distinct profile as he turns his head. His skin is a pearly white and his long hair is a sort of rose gold color, styled up in a high ponytail. He stands up from his seat and strides towards you. 

You notice he’s wearing stiletto heels that make a threatening clack on the ground as he walks. You swallow back any nerves you may have and stand tall to face him. Aymeric looks down his nose at you and narrows his sharp, dark eyes. 

“A Honeycutt,” he sniffs. A smirk then curls the corners of his lips. “It’s been a while. I was expecting one sooner.”

You furrow your brow. “I want the curse lifted.”

Aymeric scoffs. “Oh shit, I know that!” He rolls his eyes. “Tell me something I don’t hear constantly.” He snaps his hands to his waist and bends down to look at you. “The answer is no.”

“What would I have to do to get it removed?” You ask. “It doesn’t need to be removed from me or anyone previously, just from anyone yet unborn.”

Aymeric cocks his stenciled brow higher. “That’s nothing new,” he murmurs. “But it is intriguing. You don’t want it removed from yourself?”

You stiffen your shoulders and try to stand tall. “I’m used to it. But I want this curse to end for anyone in the future. So I am willing to do what it takes to see that happen.” 

“I see,” Aymeric chuckles and stands erect. “Then how about a game?” He asks. “Winner takes-”

“No!” You bark at him.

Aymeric shakes his head and stares at you in disgust. “No?” He balks. “How dare you tell me no?”

“Because you can’t be trusted. I don’t trust your game. I know whatever I do I will never win.” You scowl up at him. “So the best course of action is to be direct.”

Aymeric sneers. “You think you’re smart. Fine then, what do you suggest, little one?”

“I trade my life for the lives of the future firstborn Honeycutts.” You lay your palm over your chest. “I will be your pet if the curse is lifted.”

Aymeric’s expression goes blank and he crosses his arms against his chest. “I had never considered owning a pet,” he murmurs. He rubs his chin as he looks you over. “What kind of pet will you be?” He asks. “Will you be loyal to me? Obedient?” He licks his lips and steps towards me. “Do you bite?”

You grimace at him. “Only when you want me to.”

Aymeric giggles and claps his hands together. “As long as you remain in my favor, the curse will be lifted.”

Something heavy wraps around your neck, as you touch it, you realize there is a collar there with a chain attached. You follow the chain, seeing it leads to Aymeric’s fist. “You have to stay behaved, little one,” he whispers, “because if you don’t-” He tugs the chain and you fall at his feet. “It is back to the pound for you and your family.”

“Yes, sir,” you snarl.

Aymeric chuckles. “Let’s see if you’re as good a girl as you promise to be.” He pulls on the chain again and makes you sit up. “On your knees for me.”

You do as told and look up at him. Already you can tell what he wants, or at least, what he is planning to do. 

Aymeric undoes his belt and opens up his pants. His cock springs out, already half hard and throbbing to full erection. “Surely you know what to do now,” he growls at you.

You huff and sit up further. You stroke him and lick along his shaft. Above, Aymeric chuckles. “Everyone, come watch my new pet perform a trick.”

You close your eyes for a moment but you know you’re being watched. You take Aymeric into your mouth, sucking him slowly until he’s completely hard. Once he is you open your eyes and notice the crowd circling around you.

“You’re not done yet,” Aymeric moans. He rubs his cock to your cheek and pulls the chain tighter. “Not by a long shot.”

“Of course.” You take him back into your mouth, sucking him and tasting him. You moan so that the vibrations trail along his cock. You glance around the room, watching as Aymeric’s guests are all laughing and whooping it up. They’re all getting excited watching you and you’re growing wet from being watched.

Aymeric grabs your hair, fisting it tight and holding you still. He snarls as he ruts his hips, moving against you and pushing his cock down your throat. He growls and moans and then stills. His cock throbs on your tongue and his cum gushes out. You gag and cough as he pulls back, his cum smearing on your mouth and chin. Aymeric chuckles, breathing heavy and bleary eyes as he holds your chain. 

You swallow him down and sigh. The curse may be gone from your future relatives, but it isn’t lifted from you.

“Such a good girl.” Aymeric pulls you up to standing and places a kiss on your temple. He then grins and his silver eyes dart around the room. “But you’ve gotten my guests all excited and bothered.”

“Sir,” you pant. 

Aymeric puts his arm around your waist and another hand under your chin. “You want to make me happy don’t you?”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

Aymeric licks your neck and cheek. “Then make my guests happy.” He pushes you back down onto your knees and watches as his guests close in around you. They crowd you and fight for a place in line. You lose count at one point, after a while as you know is your own burning desire has not been sated. You’ve become a mess by the end of the evening, having taken orcs, elves, trolls, and a few goblins. Cocks and cunts have smeared themselves against your lips, all while Aymeric watched and grinned.

“You’re such a mess.” Aymeric stands over your naked body. His guests have left and the room is dark except for a few candles. He kneels down beside you as you sit up. “But that’s what doing a good job will get you,” he chuckles.

You rub your jaw as you sit up. “I wasn’t expecting such a work out the first day.” You cut your eyes to him. “You won’t break me.”

Aymeric runs his fingers through your hair. “I plan to play with you for as long as I can. But that time is up to you.” He tugs your chain and makes you stand up. “Let’s get you a bath.” He leads you down a long hallway before stepping into the bathroom. It’s massive and all white with a pool-like bathtub filled with flowers.

Aymeric grabs your hips and tugs down your underwear, the only article of clothing he didn’t allow his guests to removed. “What’s this?” He moans in your ear. His fingers squish between your folds and he growls low. “Disgusting,” he pants. “You’re so dirty down here.” You feel his cock against your ass. “Did you like getting used, my pet?” His fingers sink inside you and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“Tell me!” Aymeric commands. 

“Yes,” you let out a moan.

Aymeric chuckles and he bends you over the edge of the bathtub. His cock eases inside and your knees are already weak and trembling. You sigh and gasp as Aymeric moves inside you. His long cock reaches depths that only special toys have been able to pleasure. His sharp fingers dig into your ass and thighs, adding to your pleasure.

“I’ll have to keep you under lock and key,” he snarls through gnashed teeth. “You’re not allowed to play with yourself without my command.” His dick slips out and rubs between your cheeks. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” He shoves back in, going hard and fast all at once. You cry out, nearly falling over if Aymeric wasn’t holding you. 

Aymeric snarls and with a jerk he’s flooded you. He pulls away, watching his cum drip from inside. He chuckles and turns you around, making you suck his dick clean.

Once you’re in the tub, Aymeric sits behind you. You lean against his back as his finger move inside you, cleaning out his own seed.

“You’ll come to regret this,” he whispers in your ear.

You squeeze around his fingers. “I told you, I won’t break.” You rub your palm up and down his thigh. “I think you enjoy it too much.”

Aymeric kisses your neck and shoulder before biting you. “You have no idea what I enjoy.” He pulls his fingers out from inside you then cups his entire palm over your slit. “Unless I say so, this only belongs to me. You understand? It is my toy.”

You  turn your head back and meet his kiss. “I knew you liked it.”

Aymeric bites the tip of your ear. “Keep your mouth shut or I’ll fuck it again.”

You chuckle and relax against him. “Is that all you want from me?”

“I haven’t decided,” Aymeric scoffs. “Humans are only good for two things, sex and fucking.” He starts to wash your hair, running his fingers through it and massaging his fingertips to your scalp. “For now, you’re my toy and pet, but in the future I may need you for accounting or something. Who knows.”

“Accounting would be a mistake,” you laugh. “I am no good at math.”

“If I ask you to account then you will get good at it,” Aymeric hisses. He rinses out your hair. “There’s much better.” He dries you off and takes you to bed where he makes you sleep naked by his side.

In the morning, you wake before he does. His canopy bed is shut but some light does flicker in through the curtains. You look down at Aymeric admiring his long, willowy body. The bones of his ribs jut out in sharp shapes, as do the bones at his joints. You stroke down the middle of his bare chest. Aside from his head he is completely hairless and smooth. You’re used to much hairier men, someone like his Orc guards are your usual. You place a kiss on his neck and chest and gently bite his nipples.

Aymeric moans and his back arches off the bed. “Stop it,” he groans sleepily. “I’m trying to sleep.”

You place a kiss on his lips and his tongue follows after you. “It’s morning,” you whisper. “You should be awake.”

“I sleep in!” Aymeric pushes you away. “So should you.”

“I’m bored. You have to take care of your pet.” You take Aymeric’s hand and press it to your breast. You only plan to annoy him and tease him, knowing he’ll eventually get frustrated and wake up. You never had dinner so you’re hungry and wanting a big breakfast.

Aymeric scowls at you, peeking open one eye to glare. “Lay back down.” His hands squeezes your breast.

“But I’m hungry,” you pout.

“You had all the cock you could eat last night.” Aymeric sits up and rubs his eyes. 

You kiss his cheek. “Feed me.”

Aymeric grabs your chin and shakes your head side to side. “You said you’d be my pet! Not a brat!” He squeezes your cheeks together, pursing your lips. “I’m the only brat in this house and that’s how it’s going to stay.” You stick your tongue out and he shoves you back. Aymeric then leans out of the canopy and rings a bell.

You sit back up and Aymeric looks at you. His silver eyes linger on your body, your full breasts, your soft belly, your plump, warm thighs. He bites his lip and looks back into your eyes. He wags his finger and you obey his command.

Aymeric grabs your collar and lifts your head up. “You belong to me,” he whispers into your ear. He reaches around and grabs your ass. “Say it.”

You kiss the tip of his nose. “I belong to Aymeric.” 

There’s a rattle and a clank and Aymeric turns his head. “Good girl.” He lets you go and opens the curtain to reveal a breakfast tray has been delivered. He feeds you from his hand, giving you bites of pastries and bacon. Once you’re full Aymeric gets up from bed and tosses a robe at you.

“I’ll be fitting you with clothes for today,” he replies as he saunters to his closet. “You’ll dress as I want you to dress.”

You put on the robe and tie the front. “At least I don’t have bills anymore.”

Aymeric turns and glares down at you. “Don’t forget this is a punishment, my pet,” he hisses. “This is not supposed to be enjoyable for you.”

You smirk at him. “Who says I didn’t want this outcome?”

Aymeric snarls and pinches your cheek. “I should spank you, but I don’t have time to indulge in punishments right now. I have a meeting.”

“Should I come?” You ask.

“No!” Aymeric snarls. “Stay here.” He snaps on his coat and glares back at you. “And don’t forget, what is between your thighs is my toy.” He leaves the room and you sigh.

“Well now what?” You look around the room, trying to find something you can do. He has a library in one corner of the room, tons of books that looked old and weird. You sit down and start reading, finding that most of them are erotic or contain erotic illustrations. 

After a while you start snooping, you go through his closet and look at all his clothes. You fiddle around with his shoes, straightening them out and organizing them. You make his bed and set the breakfast tray outside the door. You go to the bathroom where you take a nice, long hot soak. You’ll have to figure out better ways to spend the day when Aymeric wasn’t around.

“My pet,” Aymeric calls. “My pet, where are you?”

“Bathroom,” you call.

“You’re supposed to come greet me!” Aymeric stomps into the bathroom and he looks down his nose at you. “A good pet greets her master at the door.”

You smirk. “I have a bath ready for you.”

Aymeric’s eyes narrow and he scoffs. “Your fitting will start soon.” He starts stripping out of his clothes and eases into the tub with you. “From now on, when I leave and come back, you greet me at the door.” His long fingers knead into your breasts as his lips trail up the nape of your neck.

“Yes, sir,” you moan. “But from now on, when you leave me alone, you should leave me with something to do. Your room is boring.”

“Maybe I’ll leave one of my orc guards to keep you busy. Something to bat around,” Aymeric laughs. “I bet you’d like that.”

“Only if you would share your toy with him,” you moan.

“Not when I am away!” Aymeric bites your neck. “I will only share when I can watch.” He then tilts your head back and kisses you. “You’ll learn eventually.”

You’re taken to another room where you are measured for new clothes. Aymeric watches as the tailor and dressmaker fondle and touch you. He allows them to play with you more, letting them use your body to pleasure themselves. You enjoy the way Aymeric’s eyes focus on you. He doesn’t see the tailor and dressmaker, he only sees you. He then sends them away and uses you as he sees fit.

You find that you enjoy Aymeric’s company. You had thought he would pay little attention to you between fucks, but actually, he has taken the best care of you. Aymeric hasn’t been so ruthless as you’d assumed, in fact he has a way about him that assures you get what you want as much as he does.

“Does my pet want a treat?” He will ask. “Will my pet share with my guests?” You have said no rarely, but when you do he doesn’t force you to do anything. He’s also been spoiling you as of late, bringing you gifts anytime he has to leave his home.

One night after his seed as been laid inside you, his tongue slithers in to clean it all out. He moans against you, his sharp nose rutting to your clit. 

You run your fingers through his hair and sigh for him. “I think I love you.”

His silver eyes flick up towards you and he lifts his head. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You breathe heavy, scrambling to think of an excuse for your words, but you have none. You decide the only thing you can do is lean into them.

“I think I love you,” you whisper back to him.

Aymeric sniffs. “A pet is supposed to love their master.” He grabs your collar and pulls you in close. 

“You’ve been sharing me less and less,” you whisper. “Are you growing selfish.”

Aymeric sneers and tugs harder at the collar. “You’ve become too complacent.” He pushes you down onto the bed. “You need to be taught a lesson.” He takes you and ties you to the the bedpost. “Stay there.” He leaves the bedroom and for a long while you think he may just leave you there.

After a while, the door open and Aymeric steps into the dark room. You wait in anticipation for him to speak or move. Then, the Orc walks into the room.

“You know what to do with her,” Aymeric sighs. “Enjoy yourself.”

The orc comes into the room and stands before you. His big hands roam over your body, petting you and squeezing you. You moan softly as his fingers explore you.

Aymeric comes and sits down beside you on the bed. “How does it feel?” He growls low in your ear.

Your lashes flutter as the Orc’s finger slips inside you. “Is this what you want, sir?”

The Orc growls low as his fingers moves inside you.

Aymeric scoffs. “This is all you’re good for. All any human is good for.”

You squeak as the Orc grabs your legs. He bends them back so your knees are on your shoulders.

“Just a toy,” Aymeric snarls into your ear. “Not even a pet. Just a toy. I have no attachments to toys.”

The Orc lays his cock on your belly and you can feel just how big it is. “Oh wow,” you moan. “That’s amazing.”

Aymeric tangles his fist in your hair and pulls it. “You’ve been wanting to try one of my Orcs haven’t you?” He hisses. “I’ve seen you stare at them. I’ve heard your mind whispering about wanting to try them.”

You moan as the orc rubs himself against you. He’s so hot and thick, you worry for a moment he might not fit.

“Orcs can be quite terrifying, you know?” Aymeric chuckles. “They can ruin you without a care.”

The Orc moves into place and starts to push himself inside. 

“Oh!” You cry out and throw your head back.

Aymeric pulls your hair again. “Once he gets started he won’t stop until he’s had his fill,” he growls. “Once he’s done you won’t be of any use to me.”

You whimper ad sigh as the Orc fills you completely. 

“How does it feel?” Aymeric wraps his hand around your neck. “Is this all you ever wanted?”

You cry out as the Orc starts to move. His thrusts are powerful and deep and your whole body starts to tremble. Aymeric snarling into your ear doesn’t help matters, if anything it urges you on. The only thing you don’t understand is why Aymeric is trying to be so cruel now.

Aymeric’s fingers rub on your mound and slip between the folds to find your clit. “I can feel him moving inside you,” he growls into your ear. “He must feel pretty good.”

You can barely speak, the mixture of Aymeric’s fingers and the Orc’s cock is too powerful for you. Aymeric seems to notice this and after a moment he pushes the Orc away. 

“Get out of here!” He roars. “Get out!” He chases the Orc from the room and then turns on you. He glares down at you with your hands still bound to the bed. He opens your legs and uses his fingers to inspect your slit.

“Why’d you stop?” You whimper.

Aymeric snarls and turns away. He storms across the room and takes a chair, smashing it along the wall and then bashing it onto the ground. He comes back and stands over you again. He pushes you onto the bed and mounts you. His cock pushes inside all at once and he starts to move.

“Mine! Mine!” He snarls over and over as he ruts.

You whimper and look up at him, seeing there are tears in his eyes. “Aymeric,” you cry out. “You feel so much better!”

“I know I do!” Aymeric claps his hand over your mouth. “I’m your master! You’re supposed to love me more!”

You moan against his palm, arching your back so you can feel more of him. You so want to hold him, to wrap your arms around him, but your hands are still bound to the bedpost. This feels different than all other times before. It’s more driven, more powerful. Aymeric is lost in his emotions but his passion seeps through.

He surges inside you and your body becomes electrified. From your tips to your toes the powerful sensation lifts you from the bed. You cry out and his fingers press against your tongue. He roars and bellows, his hips moving harder and faster. His lap slaps against your ass and his thighs begin to tremble.

He floods you, stuffing you full. He pulls out slowly and then cups his hand over your mound. “You let one drop spill and I will return the curse upon your family.” His voice is deep and wicked.

“Yes,” you moan. “Yes, sir.”

Aymeric kisses you harshly, he bites your tongue and lip before he pulls away from you. He unties your hands and then leaves you. 

Come morning he has not returned. In fact, when you try to find him he is nowhere to be found. He comes home that evening and when he comes into the room you’re there to greet him. His clothes are pristine and his hair is styled with lavish braids.

“Welcome home,” you tell him.

“My pet,” he sniffs.  He strides into the room barely looking at you. 

“I did as you asked of me,” you start softly. “Not a drop was spilled.”

Aymeric’s shoulders stiffen. “That’s good.”

“I wanted more, but I couldn’t find you.” You walk up behind him and place your hand on his lower back. “Why’d you leave me?”

Aymeric whips around and grabs your hand. He yanks it high in the air and glares you. “Because I cannot love you,” he snarls. “How can I love a human?” 

Your heart is hammering hard in your chest. “Sir?” You whisper.

“I won’t love you! I’ll never love you-” he then kisses you, grabbing your face between his palms. You hold onto to his waist as he pulls you into him.

“But no matter how much I tell myself that, I do love you.” Aymeric glares deep into your eyes. “You’re my pet.”

“You’re my master,” you beam at him. “And I love you.”

Aymeric kisses you. “I apologize if I scared you.” He hikes up your skirts and touches your thighs. “I was terrified of myself.”

“Were you jealous last night?” You wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I couldn’t stand watching you suffer,” he smirks. “That Orc had no idea how to pleasure you. I promise, next time I will find you a competent partner.”

You giggle and press close to him. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Let’s go take a bath, my pet.” Aymeric kisses you. “Let me wash you clean before I plant my seed in you again.”

You moan softly as he removes your clothes. “Will I be allowed to spill any of it?”

“Not anymore,” Aymeric whispers. “While I may share you and let you enjoy the prowess of other men, only my seed is allowed inside. Anyone else must cum on your exquisite body. Understand?” He tugs on your collar. 

You smile up at him and press your naked body to his. “Thank you, sir.”

Aymeric kisses you and runs his fingers through your hair. “You belong to me, so I only have that joy.” He then presses his lips to your ear. “My beloved pet, tell me who you love.”

“I love you,” your belly flutters. “And who does my master love?”

Aymeric chuckles. “My sweet little pet.” He gropes your ass and kisses you again. “I’ll make up for my behavior tonight. But tomorrow we will make up for last night’s horrible performance.” 

You smirk up at him. “I like the sound of that.”