𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 ᵇᵘᶰᶰʸ ˣ ʲᵃᶜᵉ ɴѕғw

[Bunny]

That groan alone had been worth it to her. She could feel it in her soul.. the need that he had for her and fought against. She'd been given a slight taste of him too. The sweet taste of his skin and the saltiness of his precum. Mystis could have pushed it, but she laid back, with hunger in her eyes as she looked back up at him. "Sorry, Daddy." Her words held no remorse and she doubted he expected any from her. She was spoiled, very much like the princess he called her.

The pleasure had hit her almost suddenly and she rode it, lightning arcing through her nerves. Gods above, she was going to shatter.. nothing had ever felt this good and in this moment, she couldn't imagine it getting any better and then the car hit that wonderful hole. She'd not expected it but as his cock pushed into her mouth, her eyes widened. He was so big, her mouth struggled to surround him. Her teeth pressed into the tender flesh, unable to open her mouth wider. And then he came. That small taste of his seed now coating her tongue and mouth as he came.

When he pulled away, she was panting softly as she licked her lower lip. Her eyes were hazy and filled with lust as she ran a finger along her chin, catching the warmth of his seed and slowly sucking it into her mouth, her eyes on his. Her tits were also covered in the remnants of his seed. A finger trailed through the milky warmth and she lifted it to her lips as well. "Mmm you made a mess Daddy." The words were playful, accusing. Rising to her elbows she looked at his cock, her delicate white head tipped to the side. "You're so big..." A hand moved out and though she didn't touch him, he'd feel the warmth of her hand so close to his cock. "And so tasty... "

The car rolled to a stop and she shifted some, looking at her dress. "At least we kept my clothing clean. That might have been hard to explain. Shame though.." She sat up further and brushed her lips against his jaw. "If it wasn't for your rules, I could go play games filled with your cum." Her voice was a purr, the words intended to be evil. To paint the picture in his head. To torture him, a form of punishment for denying her what she'd wanted for so long.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Filling her mouth was possibly the best sexual experience of Markus' life. He had his share of partners and more than his share of fun. Myst was a special case in so many ways. First, he was breaking his own rule, even if by accident. Second, she was simply so tiny, so petite compared to his monstrous body and cock. Finally, though, was how damned pleased she was with herself. Myst was the cat who caught the canary, proud that she swallowed his cum so readily. It was enough to make his head swim, watching her collect his cum and devour it like it was the perfect treat. Oh, she was most certainly aware of the effect she had on him now. All the barriers that had held back their casual flirting, their easy way of touching one another, were more than gone. They were in a relationship now. A secret and complicated one, but a relationship. While she lapped cum from her fingers, he could only stare, process her words one by one.

Of course, Myst was always going to be Myst. She was eager to tease him and get his little rule out of the way. That much was clear. It likely would have worked to. The boardwalk trip would be canceled and he would find some excuse to take her to a place they could do what they wanted. Unfortunately for the spoiled princess, he was her caretaker. He was trained to deal with her moods and whims better than anyone else.

"I made a mess and you love it. But, that was still an accident, princess. We aren't going to throw the rules away."

Myst picked her words carefully, picking at his ego and desire. Strong. Markus had to be strong. So, while her hand hovered near his cock, he resisted the urge to relax and let it touch her palm, even if it still stood hard as a rock, a bead of cum still eager and waiting to be cleaned up by that tongue.

"Is it really a shame? You wanted to play and if I put this inside if you, you would need to be carried after I was done. This is for the best."

That little kiss on his jaw was possibly the most dangerous thing. She was so close, barely covered. There was more cum on her than clothes, the dress bunched around her middle. Markus took in a deep breath, his eyes closing. It took all of his discipline to stop from pulling her closer or pinning her down. Instead, a hand moved behind her, fingers spraying wide and running up her neck. Soon, they were deep in her hair, careful not to make a mess of it. It would be silly to keep her clothes clean only to make a knotted mess with her hair.

"You are behaving very poorly, princess. Remember, you decided you want to call me... that. So I will have to take extra responsibility in punishing you."

Those fingers tightened a little, enough to make her feel the pressure on her scalp without hurting. The other hand, already messy from his stroking and orgasm, moved to her chest. He took his thumb and wiped away large threads of cum, still warm from her body heat. Without further instruction, he brought it to her lips, nudging softly. When they parted, he put his thumb inside, letting her close her lips around it and suck his seed off the digit. Slowly, he repeated the process. He was meticulous and patient, flicking over her nipples and casually stroking fingers over her skin as he went. Soon, she was completely clean. Then, he had her clean the rest of his hand, presenting his palm for her tongue. Almost every drop of cum disappeared between her lips.With this done, he released her hair, sliding his fingers down the back of her neck again. He opened one of the little compartments that lined the side with no door, ignoring the drinks and snacks that were contained within. Instead, he retrieved a packet of little wipes and tossed them on to the seat. They had to be very careful after all. So, he left her to her dressing while he fixed his own outfit, letting the silence lengthen. Finally, once they were back to normal, almost like it never happened, he locked eyes with Mystis again.

"When we get home, I am going to find a quiet spot and fuck you with my fingers until I'm satisfied. Now, how about we go get something to eat? Well, something else."

 

[Bunny]

As she licked the salt of his seed from her mouth and fingers she smiled at him, the picture of innocence, though both knew better. While Mystis wasn't the normal spoiled princess, she was still spoiled and when it pleased her, she was manipulative as hell. Though, she never hid this from him. He knew who she was, who she really was. She was playful, teasing, spoiled and ultimately, loving.

When he said she loved it, the only way to describe the smile that curled on her lips was foxlike. She'd more than enjoyed it, though the smile faded at the edges and she gave him a pout. Stupid rules.. She shifted against the leather of the seats and eyes him through her lashes. Myst knew how to twist her words, to play the 'game' that so many of her kind played. He knew them for what they were, but it didn't change the effect. "You call me a princess, don't you Daddy? I think being carried would suit me." Her words were sweet, lustful and held the vibration of the purr that ran through her chest.

His hand slid along her neck and into her hair after that little kiss to his jaw and she leaned back into the strong fingers. His words made her eyes open wider and she blinked in surprise. The idea of him punishing her was not altogether unpleasant. The slight pull of her hair, not too hard, made her purr again, an eager response, even as she felt his hand move to her chest. She felt rather than saw him clean her up. When his thumb brushed her lips, they parted, oh so obediently. The act was repeated until all that was left with his palm. Her tongue swept over the skin, making sure that she didn't miss a single drop.

The toss of the wipes landed in her lap and she looked at them. She knew why and knew it was smart, but for a moment, just a moment there was a flash of anger in her eyes. It wasn't at him. No, it was at the taboo this was. It was…. Stupid. He'd been the man she'd loved for so long, to be forced to hide. Though, even with one of her own kind, they'd clean up too, she supposed. Once her body was clean and her dress was back in place she looked up at him.

A soft snort left her and she slipped closer to him, knowing he'd never let her leave the car first. "I don't know, I think my meal was good." She nipped his ear and nodded to the door. "After you, Daddy." The promise he'd given her excited her, made her look forward to going home and that wasn't something she could say she normally looked forward to. Home had her mother….

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It had always been how the game was played between them. At least, once Myst had become more aware of him as a man. For years, he had simply turned it away with a smile, a little pet on the head. Then, she had become so damn beautiful. It had changed then. Markus had gotten a little more gruff and stern. He had started calling her princess with a sarcastic edge. Now, their game was a wicked little thing. Myst had turned it into a weapon against him. Every little phrase or tease was razor sharp now, cutting to the core of his desires.It was clear that Myst was really the one running the show. She led him around and took him where she pleased with just words. Yet, at every turn, the little cat gave up control. She led him to the edge and told him he had to make the jump on his own. When this rule finally broke, because Markus knew who would win in the end, it would be by his own hand. Now, it was simply a matter of pride. How long could he survive? Markus needed a way to protect himself from that sly little kitten, a distraction.

For now, though, he was stuck being the sole recipient of her attention. When they were alone, every word would be dipped in sweet poison. Even as he readied himself to leave, pulling the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms, Myst was busy implying that he had fed her the perfect meal. It sent electricity down his spine. Each quick little retort implied one thing. She wanted him to use her, wanted to give herself up to him and let him have everything he wanted. God, she was so damn sexy when she wanted to be. It took a long exhale through the nose to bolster himself.

Turning on her, Markus towered above Myst. Despite the rules, he had promised to spoil her after all. So, Markus wrapped one arm around her, dipping low to tuck it under her rear. With incredible ease, he lifted the little cat to his chest, putting them face to face. If she wanted to tease him with what he could not have, he would tease her with what she could.

"Well, princess, you can have more later. You seemed happy enough to clean it up off your tits. Keep being a little tease and I'll make you watch me cover them. Of course, you won't be allowed to touch. Me or yourself. So, be careful with that pretty little mouth."

To emphasis his point, he sealed that pretty little mouth with his own. Being free to do at least this much was enough to sustain him. It had to be. So he groaned against her lips, tasting the saltiness of his seed still lingering. Even now, she reminded him of what he wanted. Slowly, lips still pressed tight, Markus lowered her back to her feet. He stayed a little longer, enjoying the kiss more than he should.Then, they were separated again. The space between them felt like miles. His skin felt cold where her body had been pressed moments ago. With the tiniest sigh, Markus moved to the door. He pulled the handle and pushed. In that moment, physically at least, they were once again bound by the rules.Standing outside the car, he offered a hand down to Myst. This was how things normally were. Guiding her out and onto her feet, he was already busy looking for anything that might be a complication, a danger. It was only years of experience that let him think about anything, everything, while soaking in the details of his surroundings. So, while Myst took his hand and they began to walk down the creaky wooden boardwalk, Markus was already forming an idea.

"So, princess. I think you proved that you are going to need an outlet for your... frustrations. Otherwise, you are going to drive me off a cliff. I was thinking, maybe you should set up a date with the kid from earlier."

As Markus made the suggestion, he knew it was a strange one. At least, for a human like him it was. He was meant to be a jealous creature, wanting to cling to Myst like she was some precious object. He felt none of that. No, now that he knew the only thing keeping him from having Mystis any way he wanted was his own personal code, it was easy to imagine her having her army of husbands. It seemed to fit, even. He would always be there for her, but his princess had a big appetite.

"Do you think he could keep a secret? Our secret?"

 

[Bunny]

It was a delicious little threat that he offered as he pulled her to his chest. Markus knew that while she craved his touch, his attention to be deprived of touch would drive her insane. Myst was a kitten through and through, craving the feel of hands on her skin. To date, it had been her own. Markus had fought her at every turn. He offered comfort, yes, but that wasn’t the way she wanted him to touch her. There would be other men, there was no way to avoid it, not with how their society worked. Myst would be happy with her lot in life, with the men who would willingly throw themselves at her feet. She only wanted him.

She pouted, a huffy little sound leaving her. That put though faded as his mouth covered her own. Markus didn’t push, because if he pushed he would break. Myst knew this as well as he did. Today though had been the start of his doom. And as he set her back on her feet she looked up at him from those beautiful mismatched eyes. Golden and crystal blue.. Her tongue ran over her lips and she watched as he righted himself further, slipping back into his mask. He was her protector. Her shield.

Mystis wanted nothing more than to break his resolve and she’d started that today. Finding chinks ion his armor had not been easy, but now she knew exactly where to press. She’d have others, but she’d have him. They’d agree or she’d drop them. They needed her far more than she needed them. That was the simple truth of it. Though that was a dangerous game in itself. To tell someone of her desire to be with Markus. That it was non negotiable.

A hand appeared before the open door and Myst sighed softly, slipping her smaller one into his. She was pulled gently from the car and stood beside it as he closed the door, eyes scanning for threats. She slipped her arm through his, leaving his dominant hand free. He spoke softly as they made their way along the wooden slats of the boardwalk. His voice was soft as he spoke. “Would that be so bad? A fiery ball of pleasure?” her words held that same sinful purr from before and her eyes danced along the vendors that peppered the boardwalk. The salty air made her stomach clinch. A reminder of his seed on her lips and now warming her belly coming back to mind.

She considered his words, biting her cheek as she thought. Could he? After a moment she nodded. “I think so.. He wasn’t like the others.” If she could find one to accept the fact she needed Markus in her life, not as a guard but as a lover.. She might be able to find others. Looking up at him, Myst watched his stoic features. His eyes didn’t meet hers, no, he was on guard. Doing his duty.

She let her eyes slide from him, falling back into her role as well. An aloof little spoiled princess. “We did set up a date as it were, anyway..” She said softly. Her mother would be happy that she’d finally decided to meet someone a second time though she knew she’d not be as thrilled with Adriel’s family. It would be seen as a start.

Markus had said she could pick the food and Mystis wanted “Pizza.” She said firmly and nudged him to her favorite shop. They didn’t eat here often, but she ordered from them enough that this turn of events would in no way surprise the man. “Then, I think you shall win me a prize..” She announced. Mystis had stuffed animals, but she wanted one from him now. It wouldn’t be questioned, not when she demanded he win her one. Besides, it would be fun to watch him struggle against the clearly rigged games.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

As much as Markus had enjoyed their time in the car, being able to finally let loose, they were in public again. While he was not worried someone had some complications spy equipment, that someone was listening to their every word, he was worried about the other humans that surrounded them. Mystis was borderline royalty, so he acted like it. While her arm so casually wrapped around his own, the man could not stop the way his eyes flicked from face to face, checking the narrow alleys between the shops. People were looking, as always. No one could avoid looking at Mystis, but nothing seemed dangerous at the moment. This was a surprise stop, so the chances of any issues were low. So, he felt safe enough to give her a roll of his eyes.

Her answer was... concerning. Markus had not met him, mostly because tradition dictated that he trust this random stranger to sit in a room with her and behave. Gifted or not, he was not a fan. If Myst believed that they could trust him, he would have to do his best to accept that. They could not stop what was coming for them, the fact that they had a whole life ahead of them and a series of expectations to meet. So, he gave her a little nod.

"I will have to set it up, then. Though, it is a little sad to see how much they care about the men. They don't exactly beg me to make concessions or set up extra security for them. They won't argue if I tell them I want only our people in charge."

The complexities of the Families and their status was a secondary thing in his life. The Deyanir were powerful and that was all he needed to know in any given situation. How powerful was each Family, how threatening. Adriel's was safe enough on the surface, but Mystis' mother had been a little wary, concerned about them as ruthless social climbers. A double edged sword, given that it might make Adriel a meek people pleaser, or it might mean he was a snake. Luckily, Mystis was a bit of a sharp edge herself. He doubted Adriel would be a problem if she thought he was safe.

Pizza, on the other hand, wad most certainly not a problem. Markus worked himself to the bone to keep fit, especially after his surgery to correct his knee. Pizza was a rare treat, as was having it with Mystis, though she was usually the cause of any times he strayed from his diet. So, he pulled her a little closer by their linked arms, and walked her toward the shop.

"Pizza and a prize? Someone is certainly feeling her princess role today. Anything else? A lavish shopping spree? Should I make a call and have them purchase a whole building for you to rest after you have had too much sun?"

When they entered the pizza shop, things went silent. Not an immediate silence. No, like bubbles popping on water, it went one table at a time, each one noticing the impossibly beautiful Gifted and nudging their friends to look. When Markus walked them toward the counter, the line of a half dozen people was the last to notice them. Luckily, he did not have to say a word. Each of them stepped aside, glancing between the mountain of a man and his pretty little charge. He unhooked their arms long enough to let Mystis step up to the counter, turning so his back was to her, his eyes scanning the crowd.

A few minutes later, Markus was balancing his pair of pizza slices on a plate, walking less than a step behind Mystis.

"So, what was the date you had planned?"

 

[Bunny]

Did he know that his arm tensed when she spoke of the date? Myst doubted he was jealous, not in the sense that most would think at least. She shrugged some, it was delicate and indifferent. “Being gifted is something but men are well.. A dime a dozen.” It was cruel to put it so blandly and she looked up at him. “I haven’t even seen one potential suitor’s guard. I know they must have them,” she paused.. Did they all have guards? Most likely not dedicated guards like Makus. Rented.. And she frowned. “They do have them too, don’t they?” They were gifted after all..

Adriel wasn’t from a big family, hell, her mother would likely still give her a hard time, even with a date planned. Mystis sighed and laid her head to his arm as they walked for a moment. “You know she will not even be happy with him?” Her voice was soft, no one but Markus would hear her. “I am surprised she allowed me to meet him, honestly.” She knew how her mother thought though. If she could fine one, one mate.. Then she would find others. Sort of like popping your cherry or was it like riding a bike?

Pulled a touch closer with her demand, she allowed him to lead her to her favorite shop. It fell silent, slowly. Like a blanket was thrown over the restaurant. It wasn’t something new to her, but it still made Myst feel uneasy. The line that was before her moved aside. Once, when she had been little and before she’d ever met Markus, she’d been shy, apologetic.. That was long over though. She didn’t meet any of the curious eyes. That too, had once been something she’d done.

Normal people were often too afraid to talk to her. They gaped and whispered, but said nothing. Occasionally someone would feel brave and try to touch her. Normally they never got close enough. Markus was very good. Those who got close though to really try found themselves in a world of pain. Normally they went for her tail.. Like she was a house pet. The thought made her eyes harden into flinty gems as she moved to stand at the counter. Markus was at her back and she considered the menu.

She wasn’t sure why she was looking at the menu, she wasn’t going to change her order. “Personal pizza, please.” her voice was soft as she looked at the man before her. “Sausage and onion.” Her head tilted and her pale hair slithered along her bare shoulders. “An order of cheesy bread..” She leaned back against Markus, “A personal cheese pizza, with extra parm and garlic.. And two Sodas.” straightening she moved to the side. She wouldn’t pay herself.. And it was a dance as he turned and moved to stand beside her now.

She waited for him to pay and then moved off to find a table. Talking was slowly starting back up as they moved through the tables, though like a bubble of silence surrounded them, the voices lowered as they passed. Curling into a back booth she looked up at him. “I think I like ordering it from home better..” Markus knew she never liked being looked at. Knew she hated the whispered attention. Her eyes drifted to that of a little girl and she smiled at her softly.

“Unrelated, your pizza order is still as boring as paint drying..” She teased him as she crossed her legs and leaned back.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Markus was lucky enough to know about the things that happened behind the scenes when it came to the Families. And by lucky, he meant that it was all a colossal pain in his ass. While Myst had to deal with all the expectations for marriage, he had to deal with her mother's security specifications, and the ones set by other Families for these meetings. So, when she questioned if they had guards, there was a bit of a tired sigh.

"Oh, trust me, princess. They do. One of the Faultur husbands made sure to get my phone number and make a long series of requests. Male or not, Gifted are still a step above us lowly humans. Your mother just prefers I keep my eye on you personally."

The topic of matchmaking was always one Markus detested, even if he knew it was not his place to change how an entire people did things to survive. Even if he had long ago accepted how the Families worked. If Myst liked this Adriel, it should be her business. Of course, there were other things involved, especially given how strong-willed she was.

"You don't get much bigger than your Family. She might not be happy about it, but you actually saying yes to a date is probably a big relief."

It was a bit of a worry for Markus as well. If Myst had to find husbands, which she did, how many would she have to take? How big of a challenge did they have ahead of them, if they wanted to have some kind of relationship? While she was ordering, Markus found himself drifting a little. It was not exactly the best way to do his job, letting his mind wander while his charge was right behind him. Yet, all he could think about was if these other men would care about Myst like he did. They were all the same, in a way. Abilities and wealth aside, Gifted understood how he felt. They had been raises to live with it. Even if they loved Myst, it was expected that they share her attention. A small smile twitched on his lips as he thought about the possibility.

Myst, married to three or four Gifted, along with himself being whatever they would consider... this. All of them in love with her, treating her like a queen. That was what she would be, eventually. In charge of her whole Family, with a legion of men to worship and serve her. That sounded exactly like the kind of life Mystis was made for. He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed when it was time for him to pay. A tap of the card he kept for her expenses and they were at the table, Markus making sure she was tucked back in the corner of the booth.

It was a bit of a contradiction for Myst. She loved being out and free from her restricted home life, but the eyes that followed her were stressful. He understood, tried to mitigate it by glaring at those who showed too much interest, but Myst drew attention like a celebrity.

"You would rather be here than at home, and you know it. As for my pizza, keep talking. I will remember all your sass later."

He could only imagine what the people across the restaurant would think if they heard that. A normal person talking to a Gifted like that. Maybe they would think he was like her, given how massive he was. Doubt that he was even human. As he put half a slice into his mouth at once, he wondered if he could act like this around her future husbands.

"I think you might be more suited to this whole marriage thing, you know. I don't think I could imagine you having anything less than a harem of willing boy toys. Even if you are a bratty sub under all that sass."

It was a bit of a distraction, to keep her mind off the eyes that continued to drift over to them, but it was true. Made the idea that they would not be together for long, just the two of them, easier to bear. He would have to teach these Gifted to treat her how she deserved, though. Good and bad.