Page 19 of Chased By the Fairy

There couldn’t be something like a mobster in this cute fairy kingdom, could there? Greta had shown him a movie or two with them, with heroes fighting to disrupt the corrupt and immoral groups of criminals.

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call me.” He hiked his long thumb with a bulbous tip at the guards. “They just call me boss.”

The chill intensified as Sorrel’s expression dropped and his face paled. An uncomfortable swirl spun his insides into knots.

“Why did you take me?”

Mr Toad’s human nose looked so unusual on his large, round face. But it was the way his wide mouth parted to swallow more of the liquid from his cup that Sorrel truly found disturbing.

Cheers from patrons started up, taking Sorrel’s attention away from him just as the red curtains lifted. Loud, sensual music played, filling the room with seductive, resonating beats.

“Ah, perfect timing.” He gestured for Sorrel to watch as a woman entered the stage, scantily dressed in only a flowy skirt and bra.

Dark-grey fur covered a long body which moved with erotic grace, but the distance between them didn’t allow Sorrel to see what kind of sprite she was. Her curves were voluptuous and womanly. Jeers started as she grasped the pole in the very centre of the stage, hooked her leg around it, and spun.

“I saw earlier you liked to dance.”

With eyes widening, he brought his gaze back to the toad as he clutched the edge of the table nervously. “What do you mean?”

“I was out scouting tonight, and I saw you dancing for everyone to see. It seemed like you were enjoying yourself.” A long pink tongue licked at the seam of his thin lips. “It was obvious you liked how everyone was watching you.”

“T-that’s not true!” Sorrel had been enjoying dancing with Cypress, and the world had just fallen away.

“You allowed your dancing partner to dip you in front of me, and you smiled directly at me. I would think that says otherwise.”

He’d been smiling at himself!

“Look,” Sorrel bit out, pushing up from the table with the intention of removing himself from this place. “I don’t care how you interpreted it, but that wasn’t what I was doing.”

“I didn’t say you can leave.” One of the guards turned around, folded his arms, and glared down at Sorrel. The green of his eyes held a poisonous hostility.

Sorrel retreated into the booth.

“You are going to dance for me.” His yellow eyes roamed appreciatively over Sorrel. “You’ll be the prettiest thing in my arsenal of workers. People would pay good money for you.”

“Wouldn’t you need women?”

“Does he look like a woman to you?” He nodded his head to one of the smaller stages, where a butterfly sprite danced. Obviously male by his physique, his wings were vibrant and beautiful, with mixtures of different reds, pinks, and hints of black and white.

“But why me, though?” Sorrel looked around, his rapid heartbeat filling him with more anxiety the longer he sat there. “I would prefer to leave.”

“I don’t care what you want,” he sneered in return. “That fairy prince of yours no longer has you, and I’m tired of the flower fairies getting everything good. It’s the sprite fairies’ turn, and I’m starting with you. You’re not even a flower fairy – you have no wings. The sprites will love you for that, and they’ll think you’re just as beautiful as I think you are.”

The compliment did nothing to soothe Sorrel. He didn’t really think he was beautiful. Not in comparison to the wonderful, handsome features of Cypress, with his short hazelnut hair and beard, eyes the colour of molten maple leaves, and sharp features.

An ache lanced his chest. He missed Cypress already – especially the way he made Sorrel instantly feel calm and safe with him.

Although he was attempting to keep his nervous trembling at bay, Sorrel was afraid. He glanced at the door, hoping the prince would burst through and save him at any moment.

Cypress didn’t, and his gaze flicked to the two guards blocking him in and keeping him trapped.

Teeth clenched, Sorrel brought his focus back to the threat in front of him and narrowed his eyes at Mr Toad. “I won’t dance for you.”

He squinted his eyes in return as he leaned back in his seat and folded his arms. “You will pleasure me in some way, and if it isn’t financially, I’ll find other means.” A malicious grin spread his mouth even wider. “Perhaps for your insolence, it’ll be both. You will dance, and youwilldo as I tell you to. The only difference is if you’ll feel pain or not, but that is your choice.”

Whistles made his gaze dart to the main stage. The furry sprite woman had removed her top and her naked breasts were on show. She jiggled them side to side with a smile, and her joy grew as patrons threw small bits of silver or gold onto the stage at her clawed feet.

He covered his mouth to hide his gasp.I think I’m going to be sick.He could tell the woman was enjoying herself, but all Sorrel could think was,I hope I’m not forced to do something like that.

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