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LORD DALLINAR’S EMBARRASSMENT at having to use his wand to help him teleport vanished once he was in his private tower. “This one will work,” he said as he tore the box open. His tone was hopeful and desperate. “It has to,” he added as he took the device out of the box. It was a hollow sheath made of flexible metal and a substance that felt like soft rubber. A pouch for his scrotum was attached to it as well. It was designed to enhance male performance and it looked just like the real thing. It was much larger than his own genitals. He hoped it would stay on once he donned it.
Cradling it in his hands, Lord Dallinar stared down at the craftmanship in awe. “It’s beautiful,” he breathed as he examined the apparatus. A note in the box told him that it would fuse itself to him and become hard when he activated it with magic.
Stripping off his clothes, he slipped it on over his flaccid member and testicles. It took him a few tries before he could focus enough to pour some of his magic into it. He crowed in triumph when it hardened and became welded to his genitals. Withdrawing his magic made the device go soft again. He could easily slip it off and put it back on whenever he needed to. The best part was that it looked real. No one would know he was wearing a fake, unless they’d seen him nude before. “I’ll just make sure to summon women I haven’t already bedded,” he said, then giggled naughtily.
The fairy lord had considered taking a wife a while ago, but had put the idea on hold. It was lonely being one of the leaders of the City of Night. He craved companionship, even if it was just for a short time while in bed. The wife he chose would need to add to his status. A man like him deserved only the best and he wouldn’t settle for just anyone. “I’d better test the device on someone to make sure it works properly,” he decided, words coming out slurred.
He sauntered over to his armoire to pour himself some whiskey. He missed the fae liquor that only the richest fairies and elves had been able to afford. After the gold flowers that used to grow in the elven woods had been destroyed, he’d had to turn to the crude alcohol the lesser species made. He knew it affected his magic, but he was still the most powerful magic user in Nox, so it didn’t matter if he needed a wand to focus.
Taking a sip of the whiskey, he tried to decide who he would summon to his chamber. A comely fairy he’d seen at some of the meetings with the Guild Masters came to mind. Only a mid-level guildmember, she wasn’t of much importance, but she was even more beautiful than most fae women. “I want to send a letter,” he said and the usual sheet of paper and quill appeared. He ordered the fairy to come to his private tower immediately. An envelope wrapped around the note, then it zoomed away.
He drank two more tumblers of whiskey before his Night Cursed FBI agent spoke into his ear. “My lord, a fairy is here to see you,” he reported. “She claims you sent for her, sir.”
“Let her in,” Lord Dallinar said, then remembered he’d warded the doors. He tried to dispel the enchantment, but nothing happened. “Oops, I guess I forgot to ward them after all,” he said, then snickered. Ignoring the hint of nervousness in his laughter, the fairy lord attached the apparatus and infused it with magic until it was erect. He pulled on his scarlet and gold robe and took a seat on his gigantic bed to wait for his visitor. A knock sounded on the door a couple of minutes later. “Come in, my dear,” he said in a seductive tone.
The door opened and the stunning fairy entered. “You sent for me, my lord?” she asked.
Her eyes were downcast, but he knew they were a soft yellow color that matched her hair. She was too weak to have wings, but her body was voluptuous and enticing. “I desire your company for the evening,” he told her in an imperious tone.
Her eyes flashed to his and his erection grew harder at the fear he saw in their depths. “I’m betrothed to another, my lord,” she protested as he stood up and sauntered over to her.
“He doesn’t need to know about our tryst,” Lord Dallinar said. He bent to kiss her and she recoiled. The hussy had the audacity to attempt to flee, but he held his hand out and dredged up enough magic to slam the door shut. “There’s no point in struggling, my dear,” he said with a sly snicker. “I always get what I want.”
Even drunk to the eyeballs, he was far stronger than his victim. He dragged her over to his bed and tore her clothes off. She went pale when she saw how well-endowed he was. The maiden closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see what he was about to do to her.
Lord Dallinar wasn’t used to his enhanced size. He had to work his way into the maiden. She lay stiff and unresponsive beneath him, but he didn’t care. He moaned at the sweet sensation of being enclosed in her warm depths, then he began to drive himself into her. The magical device enhanced the sensation of his pleasure. He felt as if he wasn’t wearing anything over his shaft at all.
After an hour or so of frenzied passion, he was no closer to achieving a climax. It was as frustrating and unsatisfying as the male enhancement potion Xiara Evora had procured for him. Every stroke was pleasurable, but it was taking too long for him to reach his peak.
Pulling out of the silently weeping fairy, he rolled onto his back. “Make me climax,” he ordered her. The fairy was too afraid to disobey him. She did her utmost to bring him to orgasm, but nothing worked. “I’m sorry, my lord,” she whispered eventually. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
Lord Dallinar gave an inarticulate shout of frustration and rolled off the bed. Still hard, he began smashing everything in sight. Forgotten by the fae lord, his victim grabbed her clothes and fled from the room. The spell he’d used to shut the door hadn’t locked it and she was able to escape.
When his tantrum finally ended, Lord Dallinar withdrew his magic from the apparatus and stripped it off. “It’s useless!” he said in disgust and threw it into the cold fireplace. It lay limply on the logs, silently mocking him for his continued failure as a man.
Realizing his guest was gone, fear licked along his spine. All fae beings gossiped. The maiden would no doubt tell everyone she knew what had occurred in his chamber. “I need to send an assassination order to Sorcha,” he said, then realized there was another loose end that needed to be tied up. “Make that two orders,” he amended. The fairy who had crafted the device also needed to be eliminated before he could talk. It was already humiliating that everyone in the city knew he had trouble performing in bed. He didn’t need this sort of vicious gossip to spread throughout the city.
When he named the two targets, their current locations appeared on the letters, then they zoomed off for wherever Sorcha was lurking. “No one will find out about this,” the fairy lord said to reassure himself. He crossed to the fireplace and snatched up the device and put it back in the box. Maybe he just needed some practice with it before it would work properly. There were plenty more women he could try it out on. His pet assassin would be there to make sure they didn’t tell anyone about their visits to his private chamber.
