"Oh, definitely," I said in my best sultry voice. "Surely the Beast of Phazikai has some fascinating conquests. All those long nights in the field, the excitement of battle, the heat and passion of survival..."

His tails curled. "Ah, yes, the grandness of my relationship with my hand," Dain said drily before freezing mid-step. He set his foot down in slow motion, the fur on his tails sticking up and his ears flattening against his head. "Not... that we need to discuss that," he said, his voice rather higher in pitch than usual.

I smirked at his back, flushing at the mental image of Dain jerking off with the same passion with which I'd seen him fucking in the garden. "Do you want to?" I crooned at him.

One wing-arm twitched. "Not in front of Zhiolas."

He couldn't see it, but I made an expression of delighted surprise, my eyebrows up and eyes wide as I tried not to laugh. "I'm surprised at you," I said, not entirely managing to suppress my giggle. "The self-professed prude wants to tell me about his masturbation habits?"

"I am going to go sit down next to Zhiolas now," Dain said in a tight voice. "And we are not going to continue down this path while we sit there."

"Of course, your highness," I said, following him just out of range of his lashing tails. "I wouldn't dream of embarrassing you."

"Liar," he muttered, and took his seat to the sound of my ringing laughter.

20. Stories

Chapter 20

Stories

Zhiolas kicked things off with a rousing tale wherein Dain tried to befriend a porcupine in the human world and got a facefull of quills for his trouble. As far as embarrassing stories went, it was a pretty mild one, mostly relying on the ignorance of a young Dain for its charm.

I decided to up the stakes.

With a smirk, I settled onto my elbows and took a sip of my fizzy drink. "Nice, gentle start," I said. "Let's get to the good stuff."

Dain laced his fingers together behind his head and leaned back in his chair, raising one eyebrow at me. A slow smile started spreading across Zhiolas' face, the sort of expression of someone who was very much looking forward to what was about to happen.

"So," I said. "A while back, I was dating this guy, Marcus. He was a sweetheart, but he had a real tough-guy attitude, and he liked his women to be dripping with bravada."

"Please tell me this is about you doing something very embarrassing in an attempt to impress him," Zhiolas said, looking at me with an eager grin.

Dain kicked him under the table. "Let her tell the story."

The other fae rolled his eyes, but mimed locking his mouth and tossing away the key, which made me grin right back.