Prince of the Celts

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒯𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒯𝓌ℴ: 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 (🌶🌶🌶 )

☆☆ Sorry this took so long! I'll make up for it by dropping two chapters. I moved and I've been brain-rotting from Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. It's something fourteen-year-old me would've loved. R.I.P Sir Pentious :(☆☆

Cael

The sun rising fell on Eerie's face like a golden blanket, orange and fiery, highlighting every inch body that wasn't covered by his silken sheets.

He was godly. As angelic as one could be, and his demon side gave him wickedly sharp features. The perfect combination of two species never meant to co-exist.

I traced his cheekbone gently, hoping to not wake him up.

He stirred a little wrinkle of the nose and a soft grunt, but fell back into even breathing within a snap.

I laid down on my side next to him, so entranced by him, that I didn't notice his arms snaking around my waist. I gasped as I was rolled and pressed into the pillowy-soft mattress and he smirked from above me.

"My dear apple, I think you forget that I am an actor. I was awake before you even laid those pretty little fingers on me."

I blushed, caught red-handed. His hands attempted to curl completely around my wrists, but they weren't long enough. But his dominance over me was almost primal, that glint in his eyes that knew he was in charge, that devious grin reflecting that notion.

"Eerie," I pouted. "Don't you want to get up so I can make you some breakfast?"

"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, do you know that?" He pressed his lips against the skin behind my left ear, moving back up to nip at my earlobe. "I'll let you up as long as you wear this as you cook."

He sat up off of me and walked into the closet, searching for something with confused murmurs before he came back into the room with a big blue box with a white bow and a satisfied grin.

He kneeled on the bed next to me and opened the box.

There was something black and frilly. I pulled it out of the box. It was short, with long straps, a square neckline dress(?) with a very short skirt with no back, except for a very thin strap where one's bottom would go.

"What is it?"

"Take off your robe and try it on." I pulled at the silk tie of the robe until it gave way, fluttering to the ground.

"Help me put it on?" He took in a sharp intake of breath. "Of course, apple."

He grabbed the straps, pulled them onto my shoulder blades, and lined them up to the eyelets on the back, the apron tightening around me, like a second skin.

It pressed into my breasts and pushed them up, and that thin scrap found its way between my cheeks.

"Turn around for me." I turned and his breath hitched. "I like this a lot more than I thought I would. You're a vision." He squeezed my exposed ass with a delighted grin.

I was too shy to respond, my face heating up as he 'oohed' and 'aahed' my body. "Let me add just one more thing." He gave a lascivious lick of his lips and opened the closet door again, which spilled out with brightly wrapped boxes with colorful bows. He dug and dug, crinkling the boxes, until he seemed to find what he was looking for. He pulled out a long gray box with a baby pink bow. He used his foot to shove everything back into the space and slammed the door.