“In my head,” he clarified, adding, “but it’s gone now. I’m fine.”
“Oh.” My brow furrowed. “So... no sex with him then?”
That got the males head jerking up. “Wha-erm-what?” The Tauran’s eyes bulged.
“You know,” I leaned in, “the sex for gifts thing. The ‘acceptance’. Was he wanting the real deal or willing to take a surrogate fill in, a vessel, if you changed your mind later?”
“I- No- NO!” Adelric blustered, flustered. “No sex, no gifts, vessels or, what voices have you been hearing?” he whispered, eyeing me, horrified.
“No voices.” I shrank back, feeling silly. “I met him. Back when I was playing well my part at premashed yarmishe. Having my snooze.”
Yet again, I wondered if he believed me or thought me completely mad. Maybe, on the off chance he did buy into it, the male thinks he’s going mad now too.
“If he’d have asked for sex for power, I’d have known it for the ruse it was immediately.” Adelric glanced towards the hall that presumably led to bedrooms as if he was wishing with all his might for someone to stumble upon us.
Going for broke, I shrugged. “He’s not really a god, as I’ve said before. He’s a fae playing at god. He let the charade continue when he realized Puck would try and take his children back, even though the peacock had abandoned you all to your unknown fate once already. In a way, I suppose he’s like a god to you, watching over Taurans, looking out for you, but he’s not, not really. My people had once upon a time presumed the same of Titania, his queen. Turns out we were just playthings to her, and she grew bored. I guess it makes sense he didn’t ask it of you, if the terms for their games had yet to be set. This is the big one, he said. The determiner. I hope that means it ends with me.”
A single eyebrow winged upward and he looked to me questioningly.
“Okay, don’t believe me. Want proof? He mentioned a male he’d offered to accept but they’d refused. Ask him, however it is you ask, ah, your god things, if you don’t believe me.”
“Sex for favors, from mortals?” The horned male was incredulous. “Surely he didn’t extract such a price from you?”
“I don’t make the rules, Ferdie, he’s just following what the boss Que- ah, the way it was set up from the onset. It was her idea, and he has to follow. Ah, this time a.... ‘round?” I improvised badly, wincing.
The bull man leaned in closer, until our noses were almost touching. “Did you accept his offer?” His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching. “Did you...?”
Gold flushed eyes glittered warningly. He wasn’t happy with the idea.
No, not even when he turned into you, big guy.
“Do I look recently gifted by a deity to you? Anything otherworldly or extra to help me on my journey?” I muttered wryly. Lifting my arms, I made a show of wiggling my fingers about.
“No,” he said slowly, though his gaze drifted to the light looking gold lines embedded in my flesh, colorful scars with a touch of something pretty. All that breaks is not broken.
“He said he’d give me something for a kiss,” I confided after I’d thought over what to tell him—what to admit, what to omit. “A token, he said.
Glowing slits for eyes slid to my lips. “And did you?”
Smiling lopsidedly, I bopped him gently on the nose. My arms wiggled again, my legs joining in. “Maybe he meant these. So they don’t look so hideous.”
A strange noise left the Minotaur and he chuffed noisily.
Eyes narrowing of their own accord to match his, landing on him, my lips pursed. “Not that it’s any of anyone’s business what I do. I belong to myself, after all.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?” Sticking my finger in my ear, I shook it. “I couldn’t have just heard what I thought I did.”
“Like you did with your Oberon, the man from your dream.”
“Uh...” Ye gods, I’d just said I’d wanted to know if it was any better in comparison. Now’s your chance, Ri. But the deluded beast doesn’t believe me! Why should I kiss his silly mug? He probably thinks me a loon.
His fat snout bussed my cheek, the side of his face sliding along mine to rub. Fur met pale flesh as our faces brushed. It wasn’t unpleasant, but nowhere near anything of a kiss for me. This was animal courtship, nuzzling cuddles, and I was completely human. Did this do anything for him?
My gaze darted to his waist but his hand was in the way, blocking my view as it slowly lifted. What would his member look like, I wondered for what felt like the thousandth time. Big? Small? Long? Short? Thick? Like a human’s or... eep.
“Show me,” that deep voice murmured, a thick tongue peeking out to rasp across my ear.
“Show you?” I repeated stupidly, my voice high and tight, almost squeaking out of me. Did he just ask me to-
“Your human kiss.” Thick hands gripped my shoulders, urging me towards him. The floor beneath us was smooth, cool like marble, this length of the pool blending along with the floor, the other along the side opposite us merging with the jungle forest backdrop it bled into. “Show me,” he entreated softly, his voice low, coaxing. I was feeling softly, sweetly, so sweetly it made my teeth ache, seduced.
Heart pounding wildly in anticipation as he pulled back, until we were face to face, my fingers drifted towards his jaw as I pressed my lips to his mouth, a quick peck of our lips. The Minotaur holding me captive for my kisses made a noise, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, ensuring I couldn’t escape. His other hand was on my thigh now, sliding beneath the slit in the side of my skirt, moving upward. He was moving fast. I made no move to stop him.
“More,” those dark lips demanded.
Another peck, but he pressed back when I would have retreated.
“This is awkward,” I admitted. “Can’t say I’ll ever get used to it.”
“Yes,” he agreed, “perhaps we should cease,” yet still we found our mouths meeting again.
Closing my eyes, I let him play, nipping, teasing, until his tongue came out to slowly swipe across my lower lip.
“No cow licking,” I warned, cracking an eye open to glare at him, trying to ignore the way his hands were melting me into a wanton puddle before him. My sex clenched, gut tightening. I wanted him. Shouldn’t, but I did.
“Cow licking?” A small smile, his eyes twinkling, bright with glowing amber gold.
“Shut it,” I muttered, making him chuckle against my mouth. My tongue swiped back across his lips, brushing his as he went to do the same, and the male jolted, then groaned.
Someone liked that. I did it again and he made a funny noise.
A thick tongue penetrated my mouth, tangling with mine. My palm slid to his chest, over his heart. That heavily thumping organ was beating wildly, ramming his ribcage, thudding beneath my fingertips. The male was physically squirming, wiggling like a worm on a hook. I reveled in it. “The others,” he grunted out, yet made no move to stop this, “still awake. Vachel or Mother might... might come in...”
I paused. “You wish us to stop?”
A hand took mine, guiding it to where he wanted it, curling my fingers around his length. The wrap at his waist was open, exposing him to me. His foreskin was thick, surrounding his cock in a layer of protective flesh. The tip of his manhood was pointed, thin at the tip and pointing upward, thickening at the small, rimmed flare that passed for his cockhead, and flaring out further. I’d barely gotten my hand around him when he jerked, his cocking ramming once in my hold, sliding through my fingers slickly, and suddenly he shook me off.
“Vacha...”
Thick fingers slid down my neck and along my back, my shawl slipping off my shoulders as he dragged me towards him. I allowed it, allowed it all, my hands going to his shoulders to brace myself as he pulled me into his lap. Rough hands slid up my thighs, taking my wrap skirt with it. Everything happened at once. The tie loosened, the wrap fell away. Bum exposed to the cooler air, hanging out for all to see as he dangled me over his lap, he glanced down between us.
Like this, hovering over him, his lap looked like a stump of a dick surrounded by a mound of skin, his manhood safely housed in its protective skin. He was not quite human but close enough, I noted.
As we watched, his cock emerged slowly, pink and paler at the tip, jerking as it drew close to my aching slit. He was already dripping with cum, as if the sight of my cunt was enough to get him going.
“I won’t last long,” he warned, and that was all the warning I received before he gripped my ass, yanking me towards him, and, his throbbing erection finding a warm place to call home, he slammed me down, ramming himself inside.
He was long, much longer than I’d guesstimated, burying himself deep inside me to the hilt in one swift move, to groan and jerk. He thickened as he pumped his hips, crushing me to him in a suffocating hug. Our pelvises ground, the action rubbing my clit. Oversized testicles pressed against my ass, the action even more pronounced when he flipped us, pulling out, rolling me to my stomach, his arm banding around my waist to hold my hips in place.
One hand held his weight, sliding next to mine, a thick rod rummaging around my folds, his arm at my hips drawing me up until we connected, and then he slammed back home.
Another groan, warmth bathing my insides, the hand next to mine clenching and unclenching, scrabbling at the smooth surface below us, my name on his lips, and I knew he’d come again.
“Vacha,” my companion muttered. He pulled out to pause, ram back in, grind into me, and repeat the process, again and again, until he tilted my hips enough, adjusting his angle, to hit that sweet spot on every hammering thrust.
Eyes widening, I was the one crying out, muffling the sound into my forearm.
Sitting up, he grabbed my hips, hissing as he pulled out slowly to pump back in. My pussy clenched around him, convulsing in climax, and he rode me through that one and right into another.
Slowly our ardent fervor faded, leaving us to slump against the slick floor in an ungainly heap. Adelric grunted, still buried deep inside of me, his cock still jerking like it just couldn’t get enough, his hips still moving.
“I like your kissing,” he murmured in my ear, making me laugh as he knew it would, “but do not go offering it to gods with the promise of tokens.” A moisture slick snout rooted around near my ear, snuffling, his tongue giving a slow lick. “You are mi-”
There was a noise.
Adelric stilled suddenly, his head shooting up. As if anticipating I was about to speak, his hand clamped over my face.
Cock still eagerly pulsing inside of me of its own accord, the male hunched, like that would somehow hide his hulking form or the beast with two backs we were doing a mighty fine job making an impression of.
As if his worst fear had come true but moments too late, breaking the bubble we were encased in, Vachel came traipsing into the main chamber room, a small sack over her shoulder.
Decisions. Adelric’s eyes slid towards the water, the edge not even half a foot from us, then to his sister, who was none the wiser of our little interlude. My head shook wildly, but he was already rolling us.
“Hadahick! Hon’t who hair!” With a splash we were tumbling in.
I resurfaced first, reaching down between us to try and disengage the penis still snuggly ensconced in my nether regions. A hand slapped mine away, gripping my fingers in a death grip as his head popped up behind me. Leaning away and back, he gave the impression we were merely talking and having a dip.
Was he worried his sister might see something she shouldn’t? Or that someone might know he’d just fucked the demon pixie from another world?
My heart sunk at the idea of the latter, sinking further when he barked out, “Where are you going?”
Vachel gasped and spun around, gaping, her hand clutched to her chest.
“Adel! Geesh! You frightened me! Thought you were a-” Her head cocked as she studied us. Nose lifting, she gave sniff. Maroon eyes studied us avidly.
Adelric’s dick chose that moment to shrink like it was trying to retreat, slipping free. Once unencumbered, I swam a few paces away.
“What are you two doing?” Vachel’s eyes swirled with questions, glittering curiously. Setting her bag near the table, her head cocked and her lips twitched, much in the same teasing way Adelric’s did.
Adelric opened his mouth to speak but paused. He looked cornered, his gaze darting from his sibling to me. “Ah- I- Ah-”
“Skin itches. Felt like a bit of a swim.” My thumb hooked over my shoulder as I swam for the sandy bank to walk up it. Feigning indifference to my nudity, I discreetly swiped my abandoned clothes along the floor, taking with it the fluid puddling beside it, scooping up the shawl and soiled skirt,
“And you?” Vachel’s attention shifted to her sibling. My nudity was nothing to her. His? Her eyebrows raised at her brother’s discarded k’h se. I took it that wasn’t particular of her brother.
When Adelric didn’t answer, I gave the male a withering glance over my shoulder. “What are males always doing with themselves when they think no one’s watching and there’s an available naked female around...” I made a vulgar motion, my hand working up and down an imaginary phallus, making a show of pretending to look around not so discreetly.
“Oh. Ew.” Vachel shuddered as Adelric’s jaw dropped and he made funny, incoherent babbling noises. His ears fell flat, and any pale bits of him flushed, reddening. Gulping, he gaped like a stunned fish.
“I’m afraid I’ve wet these.” I sighed heavily, my wadded up clothes bundled under my arm. “Might I borrow-”
“Of course!” Scooping up her belongings, thick fingers clasped around my wrist. “Come. Follow me. My room is right this way.”
Leaving Adelric floundering in a fuss of his own making, I left the male to stew.
Once we were safely inside the small cubby-like space the female had claimed as her own, she spun on me. “That’s not water I smell.” A furry brow shot up, her lips pursing puckishly as she pointed to my balled bundle.
“I know.” I didn’t bother lying.
Her brow furrowed slightly, though she seemed impressed by the fact I’d skipped pretending. What was the use? “Then why...?”
“He was embarrassed?” My shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“And that was your way of protecting him?” The youth chortled, shaking her head as she handed over fresh clothing. It was a thin, wispy, cream colored gown this time, with lacy straps, much like a chemise. A light blue shawl was added to the pile.
“That was my way of protecting me.” Chin lifting, I waited for it, the castigations to come.
“You know,” she said as she studied me, lightly shaking her finger, “I like you.”
“Ah... thank you?”
Her smile was brighter than her flat, white teeth. “You’re welcome.”
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Settled into my own cubby-sized space, a small itchy blanket and balled up shawl for a pillow and the young Tauran female’s word she’d be there come morning to collect me for breakfast, sleep eluded me.
I kept going back to the scene at the pool, then began to squirm. He was ashamed of me. This was Kvigor all over again. My heart ached to think of it.
No. This was different. You didn’t give yourself away this time, only your body. Your heart is still your own.
Then why did it ache as if he’d just stepped on it?
“Argh.” Tossing the blankets back, I stood. Tiptoeing my way down the hall, shawl in hand, I passed room after room, making my way towards the main chamber room, thinking of the pool just beyond it. A solo dip did sound rather nice.
I’m not going there to pout. Not going there to pout at all.
I’d just made it to the table when that horrible bellowing started up again.
Kvigor, still.
Was he really going to stand out there all night until he found a way in? Ridiculous! What had gotten into the horned fool?!
Lights along the walls were lit, green and gold fairy lights, larger, br
ighter, but the same as the ones that lined the labyrinth’s cave walls. I followed them past a small antechamber to a series of long halls, one a straight shot with a dozen right or left turn options. Straight I went, following the sound of the lowing bellows to a garden-like veranda. And who did I find on the opposite side of a set of iron bars barring him, his hands at his sides, head thrown back, but the white bull himself.
“What, on the gods of your world’s green terra or mine, are you doing?!”
That horrible, dying cattle noise cut off, the long-snouted head of my un-bonded shooting to meet mine.
“Oh, Kvigor,” I whispered at the sight of those glowing, purple tipped, red irises staring down at me.
“You’re awake.” He breathed the words, no small amount of surprise lighting his pale features.
Awake, not alive, as if he was expecting as much and just biding his time. Why was the ghost bull moaning outside the gate, then?
“Was it all an act?” I asked bluntly, wrapping my arms around myself protectively when he shook his head vehemently.
Noting my look of confusion, he tried for a smile. “Come. Come here. Missed you. Let me hold you.” He jerked suddenly in place, the left side of his face twitching as if he had a tick, and he grunted, the left side of his mouth curving up of its own accord.
Thick hands wedged their way between the bars, reaching for me. I made no move to go to him. Steam misted the air and he grimaced. It wasn’t coming from his nose. My eyes shot to his thick forearms, jammed between the twisted bars.
Iron. Iron and fae didn’t mix, I knew that much.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see us?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Spy you with the lowly wingless? Report back to your father?”
“No.”
I hadn’t given him up, tipping my head at him at the sight of that peek of Puck bleeding out. Kvigor was still in residence, despite his new boarder.
That burning gaze felt hot, heated. The purple encircling his eyes slowly faded, a ring around them, nothing more, but the fact remained. My hand went to my mouth, eyes watering. I shook my head. “Why?”
“Why what? Come on, baby. Come here. Please?”
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