Page 26 of A Cage of Magic and Darkness

Without turning back to me, she unbuttons her cloak and tosses it at me. I’m surprised that all she’s wearing beneath her cloak is a silky nightgown.

Why is she wearing only her nightclothes?

I catch the cloak and continue to hide my amusement at her discomfort. If she thinks seeing my cock is something to get flustered about, just wait until she learns what else I have in store for her.

“Are you covered now?” she asks.

“Yes, I am. My apologies, once again, Princess. I truly am mortified that you should see me in such a way.”

She spins back to face me, and it’s my turn to become flustered. Her nightgown is almost transparent, and I can make out the curves of her body and her long limbs. She’s elegant, with high tits, and white-blonde hair that falls to her waist. I’m sure if I look closely enough, I can make out the darker circles of her nipples through the material.

It does nothing to help my erection.

She seems to remember that she has very little on and wraps her wings protectively around herself to hide her body. Her wings are as beautiful as she is, and the sight of them fills me with an old sense of jealousy and grief that I missed out on having any myself. Sometimes genetics does not play a fair hand, and I ended up with my mother’s side being more dominant than my father’s. I’ve often wondered if I looked more like him, perhaps he wouldn’t have hated me so.

“You must be hungry,” she says. “Thirsty, too. Let’s go up into the castle and find you some provisions.”

She has no idea what kind of hunger I have. While I need regular food to keep my body alive—at least I do when not being confined to a magical cage for a decade—it’s the sexual energy I feed from that has made me an enemy to this kingdom in my father’s eyes.

I know something must have happened. I’ve been cocooned down here, completely unaware of the rest of the world, but something must have changed for Princess Taelyn to have found me.

14

TAELYN

Prince Ruarok remainson his knees, waiting for me to tell him to rise, perhaps? I discover I prefer having him there, at least for the moment.

I can’t get the image of Ruarok’s erection out of my mind. It’s the first and only one I’ve ever seen. Of course, I always knew they were supposed to get bigger and harder, butthatbig? I don’t think it was even fully erect yet. How is something like that supposed to fit inside a woman?

A tingling, tightening sensation warms between my thighs, and I squirm at the thought. I know things are supposed to stretch down there—how else would we birth babies?—but even so…

The image of me lying on my back, my thighs spread, while that huge cock pushes inside of me bursts into my head. By the gods, where are these thoughts coming from?

This man is my stepbrother, and having such thoughts about him is both immoral and wrong. And that’s before I even get into the whole ‘and he planned to have you andyour mother killed’ part, though I’m still unsure if that is the truth about what happened.

“Are my rooms still mine?” he asks.

“As far as I’m aware. No one has moved into them.”

He lowers his head farther. “It would be best for me to make my way there, then. Perhaps some of my clothing will remain.”

Is that laughter or amusement in his tone? I understand he’s happy to be free, but considering everything that has happened, I don’t believe he should be quite so jovial.

It suddenly hits me that he doesn’t know. How could he? He’s been shut away down here all this time. He’d have no idea that his father is dead.

I clear my throat. “There is something I need to tell you. It’s not good news.”

It occurs to me that it might be good news to him.

He fixes those dark, dark eyes on mine. “Tell me.”

“Your father, the king, is dead, as is my mother.”

His brow furrows. “I won’t pretend I’ll grieve for him, but I’m sorry about your mother. How did it happen?”

“The rot is in Highdrift, perhaps even in the whole of Askos. It toppled the King’s Tower while the king and queen were sleeping. It only happened tonight—a matter of hours ago, in fact.”

Saying it out loud feels unreal. So much has happened in that short space of time. It feels as though an entire lifetime has passed me by since I went to bed last night.

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