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  The Mandate

  Lil Harvest #2

  By

  Meraki. P. Dark

  The Mandate

  1. edition

  Copyright © 2018 Taboo BooxXx

  ISBN 13: 978-87-971595-0-7

  Cover design by Queen Ninie

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  Edited by Laura McNellis

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  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without written permission except in the case of brief quotations included in critical articles and reviews. For information, please contact the author.

  This book is a work of fiction.

  That means I made shit up. All of it.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  “Good morning, Master. Happy first harvest day.”

  Kendrick smiled at the man next to him, who’d he’d never laid eyes on before. But looking into the fortyish man’s eyes, he easily recognized the underling who had taken such care of all private matters of his life after becoming an incubus. There was no way he’d never recognize Spencer. “Thank you. How long have I slept?”

  “Two days, Master. All is secured, and all is ready.”

  Kendrick closed his eyes and felt out all his underlings, finding only three very close to him. He looked up into the canopy of the bed, getting a feel for the warm softness. His senses slowly shimmered to the surface, and a scent hit his nose, making him groan. As saliva began running, he quickly sat up, and someone scurried across the floor, but by the sound of metal, the guy didn’t get far.

  “Who’s this?” Kendrick asked.

  “Willow’s host’s husband. They’re newlyweds, so you will take his place. He married up due to a business agreement between their fathers. We have secured the witnesses.”

  “So what will my name be in this cycle?”

  “Felix.”

  “Felix. And we are in France.” Having been taught French and society-relevant stuff to that country for the past five years, he knew that much. “And your name?”

  “And I shall be Sebastien. Is Master hungry?”

  “Only for an unwilling hole, and by the smell of him, he’ll do fine.” Kendrick, who wondered how long it would take him to respond to the name Felix, popped up on his knees to look at the man, but it was dark and cold. “Come closer,” he said in French.

  “Please, just let me go. I won’t say anything.”

  “You’re right, you won’t, but we can’t take that chance. Now come here so I can see you.”

  The man scurried closer and tried to stand, yet the chains kept him too far from the bed.

  Sebastien went and unshackled the man, then pushed him toward Felix. He looked dirty. Due to the low temperature of the room, he shivered in his topless state.

  “What will you do with me?”

  “First of all, I will feed because I’m hungry.”

  The man took in the sight of Felix. “Your eyes. They’re not black?”

  “I was born human, so I’m not like them.” He pointed at Spencer…Sebastien. “Come. Sit.” Felix patted the bed. “You look cold.”

  “I—I am.”

  “Then come on.” Felix patted the bed again, grinning, yet his cock was getting impatient.

  The man moved closer. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to warm you.”

  A skeptical look took over, and he stopped. “How?”

  “I’m going to rape you.”

  The man gaped at Felix’s truthful answer. “I don’t want that!”

  Felix smiled deviously. “Well, if you did, it would be consensual and not rape. I only do unwilling bodies.”

  Unshackled, the guy looked around, then dashed for the door. Sebastien dissolved into shadow and stepped back out between the man and the door. He screamed and stumbled back, but through shadow, Sebastien could follow, and he grabbed the man’s arms and flung him onto the bed, face down.

  Felix was on him immediately, grabbed the hem of the man’s pants, and yanked hard, tearing a scream from the man and upping the struggle. “Hold him down.”

  Sebastien grabbed the struggling man’s legs, while Felix pinned down the man’s arms. Felix quickly straddled the man’s lower legs, let saliva drip down the cleft of the exposed ass, and steered himself inside.

  “No, no! Don’t do this, don’t—” The man’s pleas were cut short as Felix’s cock finally found the hole and breached the muscle. A scream erupted, sending the first satisfying rush through Felix’s body.

  The warm heat enveloped Felix’s dick, and he groaned in delight at the sensation. Lying down flat on the man’s back to hold him in place, Felix set a slow pump, enjoying the gentle rise in stimulation as the body struggled under him. Pained screams escaped the man for every thrust, but not for long.

  As Felix chased his first orgasm inside the unwilling body, the delicious sounds reduced to equally delicious whimpers.

  “Oh, wow, this ass feels nice,” Felix grunted, holding himself back by going slow and deep.

  “I wonder what Master will need in this cycle?” Sebastien asked, pulling Felix’s focus from the slow pleasure. “Whether Master’s needs will be the same or if they’ll change now that Master no longer has the mutt, Sterling.”

  The mention of Sterling made Felix slow down even more. Had it not been for the incubus being in the middle of feeding, Felix would have stopped at the mention of the lover he’d buried not long ago. As it were, he merely kept thrusting into the ass of Willow’s host’s sobbing husband. But the question made him wonder, though.

  “Is that expected?”

  “Is what expected, Master?”

  Okay, so chasing pleasure didn’t make him the most eloquent man in the world. “That my needs change?” But there could be something to it since he was more than satisfied taking slow pleasure from the ass under him. He wasn’t even inclined to do more.

  “We don’t know, Master. Maybe.”

  Was the guy mutt material? He had no idea yet. He just knew that he loved the slow tease to his cock, and the first orgasm built steadily. He emptied his first load soon after.

  “Please, get off,” the man whimpered.

  “Absolutely not,” Felix said, continuing the leisurely pace he’d kept so far, the extra sensitivity after the orgasm adding another level of sweet pleasure. “I’m only getting started.”

  Diligently, Sebastien kept hold of the man’s legs, while Felix chased a second orgasm, yet the man no longer needed to be held down. He’d lost the battle against their power over his body, and he merely cried his way through the second, third, and fourth orgasm. Felix was even satisfied with the lack of interaction other than the tightness around his cock.

  Felix rolled off him, grinning. “Yeah, I’m keeping him. I want him kept here in my room for easy access if I should feel peckish during the evenings or nights.”

  “Yes, Master, I shall see to his accommodations.” Sebastien held out a vial.

  Felix took it, grabbed the man’s hips, and hauled him backward to the edge of the bed.
“Stay down.”

  A whimper and compliance were all he got for it. Felix brought the opening to the man’s ass. The juices he’d spilled in there ran out on their own, and Felix could soon cork the vial and hand it back to Sebastien. He then climbed up to sit against the headboard and shuffled under the covers now that he was no longer keeping his body warm by fucking someone.

  The man quickly scurried off the bed, and Sebastien clapped a manacle around his wrist before he had the sense about him to pull his arm away.

  As Sebastien secured the man to the bedpost at the foot of the bed, Willow entered the room in a long white nightgown, and she hurried to the bed and scurried under the covers next to him.

  “Don’t touch her,” the man sneered.

  “You mean as my wife?” Felix held out his arm, and Willow snuggled up to him. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I have no interest in that body, only in my demon wife inside it.”

  The man looked at Willow with concern. The black eyes were apparently what finally tore another sob from the man.

  “What’s his name?” Felix asked Willow.

  She grinned. “Felix. He is the one whose life you will be living, since he is married to my host.”

  Felix stared at the man at the end of the bed. He then took in the room. “Where exactly are we? Other than France?”

  “At Chateau de Rauret in northern France. We now have a vineyard to run.”

  “How’s our wine?”

  Willow giggled. “Is your human body hungry? Hermine is ready to cook for you.”

  “Hadley,” Felix whispered, hoping she’d be as adorably plucky now as she had been as Hadley. And yes, Felix’s human body definitely needed sustenance after a week of getting fucked silly and two days in a blissful sleep that felt more like having been unconscious.

  “I shall prepare a bath and find Master suitable attire.” Sebastien left.

  “I’ll join you to have a taste of our wine.” Willow hopped out of bed and slipped from the room.

  Waiting for Sebastien to have the bathwater ready, Felix slipped lower into the comfortable bed and enjoyed the heat and the lax sensation in his body, yet his empty stomach kept him from fully enjoying it.

  He closed his eyes and felt for the bonds he had with the underlings again. Sebastien was closest, then Willow, and finally Hadley…Hermine. Yet, the rest weren’t in the building. Some were even the distance that he, from his geographical knowledge of England, would determine as being a town or two over. But France was bigger, and he wondered whether that included the distance between towns as well.

  “Sebastien, when will the rest of my underlings arrive?”

  “Oh, they have been here to see Master while he slept, but they are securing Master power and making sure no one can put a face to the…mutt?” Sebastien cocked his head. “Will he be Master’s mutt?”

  “I don’t know yet.” Felix looked at the man shivering on the floor. “He’s very compliant. Has anyone fed on him before me?”

  “Yes, Master, Willow and I have. Were we wrong in doing so?”

  “No, not at all. But since he behaves himself so well, he may have blankets. I don’t want him sick and snotty.”

  “As Master wishes.” Sebastien left the water to heat over the fire and left the room.

  “How did she feed on you?” Felix asked the man.

  “I don’t know what that means,” the husband said.

  “How did my wife terrorize you?”

  “She…that demon clawed into my wife while I watched! In our honeymoon bed!”

  Felix chuckled. “Yeah, that would do it.”

  Sebastien returned and handed the husband a stack of blankets.

  “Make yourself comfortable there. You will live there until you prove yourself unworthy of such luxury.”

  Doubt flickered in the man’s eyes. If Felix could call that luxury, he probably didn’t want to know what the alternatives were.

  “What if…what if nature calls?”

  Felix pointed under the bed. “Pot?”

  “Oh.”

  Willow returned in a gown, looking stunning.

  Felix studied her a beat. “Do you always seek out the most attractive women to host you?”

  “Of course. I am to be a pride at your side. But I will find one less attractive, if her station can secure you better.”

  “I’m very happy about this one, then.” He saw that Sebastien was finishing up with the water, so he got out from under the warm covers, shivering as he made his way to the enclosure.

  The water cooled fast as Sebastien spread it over Felix’s body to rid it of saliva and whatever else had been left there by the husband’s ass. Once finished, Sebastien found a new fashion of ostentatious clothes, yet Felix thought he recognized some of the fabrics as having been remodeled to fit their new country’s fashion.

  At that moment, he didn’t care. He was too cold to care.

  Willow took his arm, and they left the bedroom together, Sebastien leading the way with a lamp.

  “Will you show me around tomorrow when we have the luxury of light?”

  “Of course, dear husband. There are many beautiful features to this place. We have many horses.”

  “And grapes as far as the eye can see,” Sebastien added.

  Felix looked forward to witnessing such wonders. He’d never been away from the area he’d been born to, and the realization that he was suddenly in another country hit. He felt excited and anxious for the sun to rise so that he could take in the new splendors.

  “Master?”

  He looked at Willow. “Yes?”

  “What causes such emotion in you?”

  “Grapes as far as the eye can see. I have never seen grapes on a plant. Tomorrow, I want to ride out and see it all.”

  “Bastien will be back by then. He is the keeper of these grounds, and he will show you everything.”

  “Bastien? Bradley?”

  “Yes. I hope it will be easier for you to remember them now that we have tried to keep their names to the first letter. We have had to change a few names. Sebastien’s for one.”

  “But not yours?”

  “Yes, mine, too. But it is a pet name. My host’s name is Wistrilde.”

  “I see.” He thought for a moment as they continued walking corridors too dark for him to take in the décor. “I named you after a tree on the grounds of Sterling. I loved that tree. I shall plant a willow tree like it everywhere we live a cycle. It can live in most climates, I’ve been told.”

  “Is that considered a romantic gesture?” she asked.

  “Yes, it is. It is how a man would show his love for a woman. In my case, it is to show my gratitude for all you do for me. Every tree will be a testament to your legacy. To all you manage to teach me so that we can move around and gather the necessary energy for the Lil.”

  She smiled. “I do like the idea. It…pleases my ego.”

  “It’s allowed to do that. I think it’s for that purpose men do it. To let someone know they’re special is about pleasing that person’s ego, I guess.”

  “In that case, please continue to be romantic.”

  Felix chuckled.

  They entered a salon, and Felix’s eyes immediately landed on the silver candlestick at the end of a table he thought looked very familiar.

  “This room is named Kendrick Hall. We have moved the entire furniture from the room you were endowed in to this one.”

  “I’m not sure I feel the need for that.” And staring at the table that he’d taken Sterling on that first night stirred something that substantiated that thought.

  “It is for us alone, then,” Willow said, looking up at him with an imploring gaze. “We feel the need for a ritualistic beginning and end to every cycle.”

  Felix smiled and kissed her forehead. “I shall grant you all that I can which serves your need, then.”

  She smiled brilliantly and took him to the throne-like high chair. She then took a seat to his left.

  “What kind of
ritual do you hope for?” he asked.

  But he didn’t get his answer as Hadley, in a new host, entered with a tray. She stopped next to Felix, and the pluckiness was definitely intact.

  “Hello, dear. It’s good to see you again.”

  “Likewise, Master. I have prepared a special breakfast for you.”

  He sat back, giving her full room to place the tray, and the scent made Felix’s mouth water.

  “You do like to spoil me.”

  “Very much, Master.”

  “Willow told me of our wine. I would like a taste.”

  “I shall find you a bottle immediately, Master.”

  “And join us for a glass if you’d like. You, too, Sebastien.”

  “Thank you, Master,” they both said.

  Hermine left, and Sebastien took his place to Felix’s right.

  “It pleases our ego when you praise us,” Willow said. “We…feel valuable to you.”

  Felix remembered having gone through the line of kneeling underlings and told them what he valued most in them. That would be their ritual then—along with a special human for them all to feed upon.

  “We shall have a harvest dinner, then. All of us, together. I feed first, since I usually leave them intact, and you get him after to do away with as you please. But we must first find one.”

  “I shall inform Joachim to hunt one for you.”

  J would be Jeffrey, his most skilled hunter underling. “Thank you.” Felix started in on his breakfast. “How many do we have to feed on?”

  “Master has the husband, and the underlings have three in a room in the building across the courtyard.”

  “And I have the husband’s sister in my room,” Willow said, smiling.

  So Willow got her chambermaid to terrorize early on. Felix liked that. “But three for the rest of you is not enough. I suspect that is the reason for all underlings being out of the house?”

  “That, too, yes,” Willow answered.

  Someone stepped out of a shadow, and Felix looked into the underling’s eyes to see whom. “Bastien.”