A Touch of Savagery

A Touch of Savagery A Demisexual MMM Fairy Romance Julie Mannino Copyright Ⓒ 2023 by Julie Mannino Published 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieved system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review to print in a magazine, newspaper, or blog post. Julie Mannino Author’s Note 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 Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Epilogue Roth’s Present Other works by Julie Mannino Author’s Note This novel contains mature material and is only intended for adults. A list of cw is on the pinned post in Castle Village fb group (pinned post with the yellow sign) and on the gr page. Heed the list because while this has a HEA, the road to get there is quite hard and dark. Oriel is a demisexual Prince with biromantic attraction. Even though he develops attraction to others after a bond, he is still a demisexual and not an allosexual. This story does not speak for all demisexuals or anyone under the ace umbrella since they come from all walks of life with varying viewpoints and experiences. Valentine, An Asexual M/M Romance, and the Pied Piper, An M/X Romance are not required reading for A Touch of Savagery, but those are the novels to read in case you’re interested in certain characters that play a part here. Castle Village Follow me on Bookbub and sign up here for the Newsletter. Chapter One Aspen quickly put on a smile as the lord snatched his arm and yanked him across his lap. “With the way you move those hips, I’d bet you’d be fun. You got any tricks?” “That depends on what you like,” Aspen purred as the guard held him down and lifted the little flap of silk that barely covered his ass. Underneath, his sheer lace drawers, if they could be called that, covered even less. “You'd need a good hard caning across your ass first," said the man. Aspen would rather the youngest Prince do that, not that he had a say. With his head upside down, all he could see beyond the chair were trousered legs and skirts swishing in the grand Hall of King Leneer. Anyone of them could use him as they saw fit. “Then again, I’d probably break your ass.” The lord pushed Aspen onto the floor like he was trash. “You’re too skinny for my tastes.” If he only knew what the Princes and the King did to him. He wasn’t so easy to break. His smile remained as he stood and straightened his clothes. He was supposed to keep himself looking nice for as long as possible although he was pretty sure he’d end up entirely naked at some point. He’d barely gone ten feet when an older lady at one of the round tables cooed and motioned at him, so he immediately rushed to get into her lap. He could tell she was the sort who’d stroke his head and make him feel like a treasured pet rather in the way that King Leneer did. “Such a sweet thing,” she murmured as he sat in her lap and leaned into her bosom. “Do you like this job?” “I love it because I get to see pretty ladies like you,” fibbed Aspen. Even if he liked women, she certainly wouldn’t be to his tastes. She giggled as she stroked his loose, black hair. Her husband huffed and slammed his glass on the table hard enough to make a little of the blue liquid slosh out. “Put him down.” “I’m just having a look. Your eyes have a look at far more every day. Maybe I should get a pleasure slave so someone will tell me I'm pretty.” The man glared at Aspen who quickly flicked his eyes down. Anyone could use him, but that didn’t mean her husband couldn't tell his wife no. He said nothing when his wife’s hand slipped inside Aspen’s loincloth and under the lace to fondle him while she stroked his loose black hair and kissed his forehead. Even though he had no interest in women, if she asked him to go down on her, he could manage it. Thankfully, he had a feeling she didn’t want to go that far because her husband would have a fit. A good feel and a cuddle was enough. She probably didn’t get anything from her husband anymore, and while Aspen preferred men, he loved any kind of touch. The woman helped him off before she patted his bottom. “If only I was twenty years younger. Run along, you sweet thing. I’m sure someone will enjoy your charms to their fullest.” Oh, they would. The bright Hall was lit with magic light, so the source came from nowhere, although it had been made warmer tonight. Despite that illumination, floating candles also adorned the space above their head, and beyond that, the carved ceiling had swathes of gold cloth hanging down. Diamonds twinkled at regular intervals on the edges. The fireplaces on either side were ablaze. Everything from the gold embroidery on the tablecloths to the silver trim on the musician's coats gleamed. Sometimes, Aspen almost couldn’t believe that he’d gone from working the streets to living here and serving the King along with whoever he was shared with. Most of the people were nearly finished eating, although dessert wouldn’t come out just yet. The dancing would go on for longer. Courtiers who didn’t wish to dance moved about the Hall to sit and speak with