Character Profile: Holly
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Even though Gavin only lived in the one set of apartments, all the rooms in this hallway were his, mostly for his servants and stuff. The castle had servants’ quarters, but it seemed like a lot of Gavin’s personal servants lived in the other rooms here in the hallway.
Edwin wondered if Gavin kept his servants separate from the castle servants intentionally, or if that just happened. He thought Prince Franz had his own servants as well, so maybe it was normal.
Anthony was standing outside one of those rooms, half at attention and clearly only because he saw Edwin coming. Edwin waved at him, peering into the open door, where a bare ass with a rabbit tail was rapidly fucking what could only be Grey Rain. Grey Rain’s legs were splayed to either side and he was occasionally whimpering, a hand showing up now and then to grip at Eddie’s arms.
“Listen, I get that you’re excited,” said Sir Stan, not far off from Edwin. “But this is the palace. You can’t go making an ass of yourself.”
“Right,” said Twig, nodding in a way that reminded Edwin of someone. “I promise not to make an ass of myself, sir.”
“Right. Which means that you will…”
Hearing Stan’s pause, Twig appeared to cast around for an answer. “Hunt for murderers discreetly, and with dignity.”
“No,” Stan said with a sigh. “You will hunt for murderers not at all, Twig.”
“But if I do that…” Twig said, looking at his fingers, “then the murderers will stay hidden and they’ll be able to murder someone.”
“There are no murderers.” Stan was clearly trying to sound patient. It was working about as well as Edwin’s attempts not to laugh. “Repeat after me. There are no murderers.”
“There are no murderers,” Twig repeated.
Never in my life have I seen so much of…whatever this is.
Edwin’s ass hurt, but what else was new?
He was also a bit tired on account of having stayed up until almost dawn getting fucked over and over, and by two cocks at once in all combinations of Erik, David and Quentin, as well as by Stuart and Parry at the end of the night, just for fun. But it wasn’t really a big deal, since nothing major was happening today. They were all just standing around behind the inn, waiting for Gavin and Owen to stop fucking in the stable or whatever they were doing that was taking so long. Once they came, everyone could go to the capital and that would be the end of the mission, and Edwin and Erik could go to bed in the fortress and sleep until tomorrow.
Well, after being debriefed by Sir Devin or someone, but that wasn’t a big deal because Edwin probably wouldn’t have to talk. As long as nobody mentioned anything about the demons. Or the sea serpent. Or the sex he was having with the prince.
When we walk home, I’ll show you all the garden. It has a lot of flowers at this time of year.
Edwin wasn’t sure if he knew that last word was ‘year’ because he remembered it, or if it was just because it was obvious in context. It was probably the latter, but he told himself that was how knowing words worked anyway. It wasn’t like they meant anything on their own.
No it doesn’t, Darby shook his head as he signed at Owen, grinning. Edwin didn’t catch whatever came next because it was too fast, but it was pretty clear that he was messing with Owen, especially when Owen incorporated a kick into his retort, and Darby stuck his tongue out.
They were cute together. They even had some of the same mannerisms, which was crazy since they’d only known each other for a while. Edwin…hoped that he could have a relationship like that with his kid.
Owen turned to look at Edwin. And flowers can grow in winter. Right, Edwin?
Edwin sucked Denver in tune with his breathing, moving up and down, hands on Denver’s sides. His mouth was already full of the taste of Denver’s cum from a while ago, but that wasn’t stopping Denver anymore than his own orgasm twenty minutes back was stopping Edwin from thrusting deeper into Denver’s mouth with every suck.
Louis helped with that, burying and unburying himself in Edwin’s ass every thrust. He hadn’t been here when Edwin and Denver had started; he’d woken up before them and taken a quick flight up to his cave. The people in Techen’s Stand had torn down a building somewhere and Edwin had convinced them to let Louis have the bit of wall that still had the front door in it. Edwin had put a portal ring on it and Louis had taken it to his cave.
It turned out a door was still a door even if it was just leaning up against a stone wall. Louis had come back a bit ago and joined in like he’d never been gone.
“If it’s what you want, I can have someone try and figure out a way to change you back,” Gavin said, sitting on the back of a chair in their house, addressing the crowd of people Darby and Cal’s team had saved from under the warehouse. As Owen had suspected, he’d taken no issue with them all moving into their house. “I can’t promise anything, but I can at least tell someone to try.”
“And what do you want in exchange?” The leader of the group seemed to be this lady who reminded Owen really intensely of his mom. She had cat ears, brownish hair, and was pretty skinny. Her name was Rhonda.
“Nothing,” Gavin told her, shaking his head. “You are all free to stay here, come with me back to the capital, or leave as you see fit. I’ll hire you if you want jobs, or I can help you find them elsewhere. This house is mine; you can live in it if you want. I’ll be using magic to connect it to my house in the capital in a few days, you can also come there if you like. It’s entirely up to you.”
This, Cal thought, was going to be a hot mess.
It kind of already was, but it was about to get worse. They were ushering all of the captives up the ladder, Cal already up top with Wes and Joey and Beatrice, and there was going to be an obvious problem. “We can’t just wander around the base with all of these people.”
“No kidding,” Beatrice said, hands on her hips. “Someone’s going to notice, for one. It would be nice if you could limit what we fuck with to higher demons and hot dragons. You know, stuff we can beat.”
Edwin made sure to give Stuart a nice handjob while he fucked him, laying on top of him in his bed. He went slowly, letting Stuart’s reactions set the pace for him, tangling their feet together, not kissing Stuart, but keeping his other hand between Stuart’s shoulders.
“F-fuck, Ed…” Stuart said, voice cracking as Edwin thrust into him. He clenched, his whole body tight and coiled.
Edwin nodded, stroking Stuart’s back and stroking his cock as well, keeping his pace. “I know.”
Stuart just nodded too, and that was all he said for a good few minutes until Edwin felt him tense even more and he buried his face in the pillow as he came right onto the bed. Edwin smiled, slowly pulling out and jerking off for a few seconds, shooting on the bed as well. It wasn’t like anyone was going to be sleeping in it tonight, and the sheets would get washed anyway.
Stuart pulled Edwin into a cuddle and they lay on the bed for a few minutes. “Thanks for not cumming inside,” he muttered, red in the face. “It’s a bitch to clean up.”