Claiming The Remnant

Chapter 20

[ Garrett ]

Willis pushed me against the wall.

“Jo! What are you doing?” I hissed with a tangle of amusement in my voice. 

“I can’t help it…” Willis kissed my lips. 

“I’m on duty!” I tried fending them off.

“Ummm, I know. Just a little taste… I’m going to be busy with ‘Esther’ after today, I’ll miss you.” Willis trailed fingers down the front of my uniform while they sank to their knees. Jo unbuttoned my fly. 

“What are you doing? Someone might see!!” I said, trying to keep my panicked voice low.

“Why?! Are you ashamed?” The acid in Willis’s voice as they looked up at me with wide powder blue eyes could have melted stone.

“My precious butterfly… don’t, don’t say that.” With careful fingers I swept back the hair on their forehead. “I’m not ashamed, not of you, not of us but I am Captain, I’m supposed to uphold the rules not break them and public fellatio is most certainly against the rules.” Willis’s face softened at my explanation before giving way to a cheeky grin.

“As long as you’re quiet… no one will see…” Their eyes glowed blue and their lips formed a coy smile. Jo’s hand slipped into my open fly and pulled my c**k through the opening. It was starting to become erect at their touch. I groaned softly as Jo gently tugged my foreskin with their hot lips. “Shhh, I thought you didn’t want to get caught.” Willis chided playfully, eyes glowing and glinting with mischief at the same time.  

Clearly Jo was using magic to hide us both from prying eyes, using their form of shifter magic to make us look like the wall but despite that I was uncomfortable. While I had no qualms with public displays of affection, this brazen s****l act in the halls of the castle where I was a high ranking and respected member of the court did not excite me but rather made me self-concious and stressed. 

I fought to keep control of my breathing as Jo sucked my still slightly soft c**k. The unease of the situation was causing issues but Willis was not deterred. Instead they doubled down with their efforts and managed to be impossibly quiet with it too. 

Eventually I came but it was as unsatisfying as it was sudden. Willis however was happy. Licking the last drops of my seed from the tip they tucked my c**k back in and returned the buttons to their previous state.  

“The taste of you is going to be at the back of my throat all day.” Willis purred. Their eyes had ceased to glow that outstanding shade of powder blue letting me know we were know longer concealed. Looking at their extremely happy face I couldn’t bring myself to say what was on my mind; that exhibishionism, even under the cover of magic, was not for me. Instead I cupped Jo’s face.

“I’m going to miss you too, Jo.” I kissed their salty lips. “Now we better hurry, Isha will be waiting on us.” I started down the hall, Willis’s hand in mine, at a fast pace. The seamstress would be meeting with us so that Willis could be kitted out with suitable clothing for being Lady Esther’s escort around the castle and grounds. 

While Willis loved missions and spying, this one was probably a little too tame for their tastes. Not to mention that Jo was not ecstatic about being hemmed in as a set personna for such lengthy amounts of time. I suspected that if Willis was stuck as Josephine for the majority of the time with ‘Esther’ that I would be seeing a lot of Joseph. It wasn’t that I minded; it was that I would miss Josephine. 

‘Esther’s’ week of bed rest had been a blessing, it had freed up my time and Willis’s and so we had spent every minute we could together. It shocked me how quickly we had moved from casual s*x to a relationship. That moment in my office when Jo showed me Taiya’s face, that was the moment that had changed everything. 

It cracked that image I had of Willis, the one that made me think they were confident and comfortable in their own skin; showed me how vulnerable they were. The playfulness, the flippancy regarding s****l encounters and the 'whatever' attitude were just a front. I saw Jo now, in a way I never had before. The uncertainty, insecurity, the way their mind went straight to the worst case scenario; like in the office when Jo thought I wouldn't want them for who they are or just now in the hall when Willis thought I was ashamed of them.

Outside the room we were to meet Isha, I pulled Willis in for a kiss. A deep, breathless kiss.

“What was that for?” Jo smiled knowingly.

“You’re not the only one that wanted one last taste, my beautiful butterfly.”  I squeezed their hand before opening the door and leading Willis in. I didn’t let go. Willis was not my dirty little secret.

“Good morning. Captain. Willis.” Isha greeted in an unsavory tone. Willis tensed and tried to shake off my hand.

“Good morning, Isha.” I returned politely, gripping Jo’s hand a little tighter. “Where is Izla?” It was unusual for the twins not to be together, it was almost like one did not exist without the other.

“Ugh! Izla is sick. She is suffering from a cold. I didn’t want to leave her but she insisted. Ye Gods.” Isha threw her arms up dramatically. “What if she is cold? Or needs more tea? Or a handkerchief?” Isha’s voice caught, tears on the horizon. Her stressing was unnecessary for something as simple as a cold but Isha and Izla had a connection that ran deeper than just being siblings. On top of being identical twins they also shared their magic, perhaps even their soul - they were that close. 

It always amazes me that they can pass their magic between each other as easily as tossing a ball. No one had ever heard of such a thing until the twins. There were other twins with magic who couldn’t do the same, likely it was the kind of magic they possessed. Adherence, permanence and conformity, that was pink magic; a strange magic. A powerful magic. It was baffling that they mostly used it to make hairstyles hold their shape and clothes and shoes shrink or stretch to fit their customers. 

I gave Willis’s hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say everything was ok. Isha was not being judgmental of Jo’s hand in mine but was instead just worried and upset in regard to her sister. 

“Let’s get this done quickly shall we? That way you can go check on Izla.” I said kindly.

“Thank you, Captain but I have to tend to Lady Esther’s wardrobe requirements after this.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “How am I to face her after what happened last time? And without my sister!!” She whined. 

“Isha, all will be well, you were not at fault and any Lady worthy of your service would hold no ill will over such an unfortunate occurrence.” I soothed. “May I propose something for your peace of mind?”

“Of course, Captain.” Isha nodded, hopeful eyes glued on me.

“While you fix Willis up with a suitable wardrobe I will go check on your sister.” I smiled, this was the perfect excuse to leave. I liked taking Jo’s clothes off; clothes shopping and the ilk, however, held no appeal. 

“Oh, oh, Captain, you would do that? I would feel so much better.” She cried, relieved.

“I’ll go now, personally, and make sure she is not in need of anything.” I turned to Jo who had gone stiff beside me. “Don’t be jealous, Jo, my sexy butterfly. I want you, and only you.” I kissed Jo behind the ear and was pleasantly surprised to see a blush across their high cheek bones when I stepped back. 

“Ye Gods! Bless the Earth and Sky, you two are so cute together!!” Isha exclaimed excitedly, finally noticing the connection between us. I gave Willis a knowing smile. “Oh, I want to know everything! Jo, I need all the gossip, the juicy details! Captain, go. Check on my sister and leave Willis and I to talk.” 

With a chuckle I left the seamstress and my butterfly chatting animatedly. As I headed toward the twins quarters I couldn’t help but notice how empty the hall felt without Jo by my side.