The Fae King's Curse

by Jamie Schlosser

  She laughs breathlessly. “Now who’s the one apologizing?” Her kiss turns shy. “I liked it.”

  “In that case, I’ll do it again.”

  Rocking against her—slowly, at first—I trail my lips down the column of her neck and suckle her sweet skin.

  She gasps, and it’s such an encouraging sound.

  I palm her breast through the lacy material of her bra. I find her nipple and circle it with my thumb. Pinching the stiffened peak, I marvel at the way it tightens until it feels like a pebble.

  All the while, I grind my shaft against Quinn in short strokes.

  I wish there wasn’t anything between us.

  I want to rut so deep inside her that she’ll feel it for days. I want to spill my seed in her womb over and over again, and every time she gets a twinge of soreness, she’ll remember who she belongs to.

  Chills race through me, and I’m shaking. It’s odd. I don’t get cold. Unlike this fragile human, my body adjusts to temperature changes.

  But I’m hot, too. Burning from the inside out. I feel like I could combust at any moment. Sweat trickles down my temple, my skin flushes, and a sizzle infuses my veins.

  “I need you. I’ve never wanted anything this much,” I say, going for her mouth again.

  She responds to my kiss, sucking on my tongue. “I’m not ready for everything, but…”

  “But what?” I’m tense as I wait for her answer.

  “We’ve already gone this far.” She swallows audibly.

  “What are you saying?”

  “It wouldn’t be the worst thing if we did a little more.”

  I didn’t think tonight could get better, but this… this is better. “How much more?”

  “I want to touch you,” she says boldly, lightly scraping her fingernails down my spine.

  “My body is yours. Do as you please.” Flopping onto my back, I sprawl out.

  I tuck my hands behind my head, attempting a casual pose when I feel anything but relaxed.

  Seconds go by. All I hear is Quinn’s rapid breathing and the quiet thumping of her heart.

  Just when I think she’s changed her mind, she tugs the blanket down. My cock bobs up and lightly slaps me on my lower stomach.

  “Holy shit,” she whispers.

  Taking that as a compliment, I smirk. “That good, huh?”

  “I knew it was big, but wow. That’s a lot of dick.”

  I laugh. “Thank you.”

  When the tip of her finger grazes my slit, I nearly jump off the bed.

  “It’s so soft,” she observes innocently. “Silky. Remember the time you helped me with my anatomy homework?”

  I do. Sex Education is what she called it. Although I couldn’t see the pictures, Quinn had me quiz her on the reproductive system of both males and females.

  Such classes aren’t needed here. Many young fae figure it out for themselves through experience. Not everyone waits for their soul mate, and I can’t blame them. The instances of fated matches are rare. At some point, we all have to make a choice.

  I don’t regret mine.

  Realizing Quinn’s waiting for my answer, I grunt out an affirmative response as her touch trails down the underside of my erection. She stops just above my sac before tracing a vein back up to the tip.

  “I remember thinking all dicks probably looked the same,” she says quietly. “But there’s no way anyone could compare to you. Yours has to be way, way above average.”

  Wrapping her fingers around my girth, she lightly squeezes. She pumps me a few times, and my back arches. I ball my hands into tight fists. My heels dig into the mattress.

  I’m trying really hard not to explode.

  With heightened senses, I feel everything. The scratchy linens under my body. The ridges and lines of Quinn’s fingerprints massaging my velvety skin with every movement. The way she shifts her weight to hover over me.

  Her body heat. Her scent.

  Swiping her thumb over the swollen head of my cock, she smears the bead of precum leaking from the tip.

  I’m panting like I just got done winning a challenge for the throne.

  “If I keep doing this, will you come?” Quinn asks, and her naivety only ramps up my desire.

  “Yes,” I rasp. “It feels good. It’s almost too much.”

  Her motions cease. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No!” I burst out, and my extreme reaction draws a giggle from her.

  “Well, I was just asking because I want you to be in my mouth when you finish.”

  I barely have time to process her statement before my cock is engulfed in warmth. Wet, smooth warmth. The roof of Quinn’s mouth has ridges, and the texture is exquisite against my sensitive skin.

  She doesn’t go down very far, but it’s enough to make me groan. My husky, strained sound echoes off the walls as I hit the resistance of her closed throat.

  Quinn backs off, circling the head with her tongue before taking me deeper. The light suction from her mouth tempts me to grab the back of her head, fist her hair, and shove my cock all the way in.

  But I don’t want to scare her. Instead, I grip the pillow and wait to see what she’ll do next.

  Popping off, she spreads her saliva around with her fingers before licking me from base to tip. Then she touches my balls, testing the weight of each one in her hand.

  She puts me back in her mouth, bobbing up and down with more vigor than before.

  I can’t believe I’ve gone my whole life without this sensation, but at the same time, I’m glad for it. There’s no one else I’d rather have for my first time—my first everything.

  From here on out, Quinn is mine. Until the end of time. Forever.

  “My mate,” I sigh reverently, threading my fingers through her hair.

  I gently fist the strands at the back of her scalp to help guide her. Up and down. Up and down. The rhythmic suckling sounds are erotic.

  When she grabs the base of my shaft, I moan. “Yes. Use your hand, too. Just like that—in time with your head. Oh, fuck. Faster. Please.”

  Encouraged, Quinn does exactly as I say.

  Pressure builds, and my toes curl. My muscles seize.

  Completion approaches so quickly, I’m not prepared for the intensity of it. I erupt with a shout, and I come so hard I see stars.

  See.

  I actually see for a second. It’s just a few bright bursts behind my eyelids, but it’s the first light I’ve witnessed since I was a child.

  It’s gone just as fast as it flashed by, and I don’t have time to think about it, because my cock is still lodged in Quinn’s mouth. I groan as my hips buck up, and my seed continues to spill out in hot spurts.

  Quinn swallows as much as she can, but some of it leaks down her chin, dripping onto my balls.

  When I’m finally finished, she sits up and wipes her face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”

  I have no idea? I’d laugh it if wasn’t so false. It’s just a human saying. She doesn’t mean it literally, but if she knew how many fantasies I’d had about this very scenario, she’d probably be frightened.

  Now that my awareness is coming back, I sniff the air to find it saturated with Quinn’s desire. Pleasuring me turned her on.

  My mate needs me. I sit up so suddenly it startles her.

  “It’s your turn.”

  Quinn

  I think I’ve awoken something in Kirian. A side of him I’ve never seen before emerges as he roughly pulls me down next to him.

  His unseeing eyes are wild as he tugs at my underwear. Worried he might rip the only panties I have, I wiggle them down my legs and toss them to the floor.

  My bra is next, and I’m reminded again of how skilled his hands are. His fingers easily release the clasp at my back.

  Flattening his palm in the valley between my breasts, he pins me in place as he positions himself on the mattress, my legs on either side of him.

  “Kirian?” I question, unsure of wha
t he’s planning to do.

  His erection hasn’t gone down. If anything, it looks even harder than before. How’s that possible?

  I bite my lip when I think about what it would feel like to have that inside me. I pretty much told him sex was off the table tonight, but I might’ve been lying. I’m soaked between my legs, my inner thighs sticky with my wetness.

  Who knew giving a blow job could be so hot?

  Kirian was totally at my mercy. I was in control of everything he felt. I got to decide how and when he came.

  And now he’s determined to return the favor.

  His hand slides down my abdomen, dipping into my belly button before roaming over my trimmed patch of hair.

  “Quinn?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.” That’s all he says before he dives in face first.

  I let out a moan when his tongue spears my opening. He licks inside me a few times before going up to my clit. Latching on, he sucks. Hard.

  Grasping the pillow under my head, I spread my legs wider. A loud whimper escapes me as I close my eyes.

  His lips and tongue trace every inch of me, memorizing my flesh by feel. Everything gets explored. This is his way of looking at me and, somehow, it’s more intimate than if he could see it.

  Even though I was expecting Kirian’s enthusiasm—because, come on, the guy’s waited his entire life to touch a woman—I’m surprised by his gusto.

  He eats me out like I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.

  When I peek through my heavy eyelids and look down, I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing.

  The Night Realm king is kneeling before me. Worshipping me. His broad shoulders keep my thighs far apart, and his strong hands slide under my ass. He squeezes my butt and a sound of pure ecstasy escapes him when he licks my entire slit.

  Stiffening his tongue, Kirian focuses on my clit, strumming the swollen bud. Something inside my lower belly clenches, and I’m resisting the urge to move my hips.

  Humping his face would be weird, right?

  Apparently, my body doesn’t care.

  I start rocking, rubbing my clit against his mouth.

  “Mmm.” Kirian makes a satisfied noise. “Fuck my face, Quinn.”

  Oh. My. God.

  The heat from his breath and the movement of his lips while talking make me feel warm and puffy down there. Swollen. Aching.

  His thick finger prods at my opening, pushing inside up to the second knuckle. When he adds another finger, there’s a stretching sensation, but it doesn’t hurt.

  There’s a different kind of pain throbbing in my core.

  The pain of needing to be filled by him.

  I’m thinking about asking him to just fuck me already, but the thought of his cock sliding into me, the image of him thrusting over me—it’s too good.

  My inner walls start to flutter.

  I’m close.

  Bringing one of my hands to the top of Kirian’s head, I swivel my hips as my core tightens. My pussy rubs against his chin, his nose, his mouth.

  I’m losing control.

  From the sounds he’s making, he likes it. Grunts and growls vibrate against my most sensitive parts.

  Heat tingles all over my body. I’m sweating and shaking. Whines and whimpers fill the room, and I’m vaguely aware the sounds are coming from my throat.

  I don’t know what’s coming over me.

  It’s almost like a force is driving me to keep going. I’m not sure if I could stop, even if my life depended on it.

  Kirian adds a third finger as he latches onto my clit, and my body winds up until it feels like something inside of me is going to snap.

  And then it does.

  Arching my back, I wail as my pussy spasms. My inner walls clamp around Kirian’s fingers and my clit pulses in his mouth.

  He doesn’t let up.

  He keeps sucking, rubbing, and pumping into me, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible.

  When it’s over, my body goes limp, and the hand that was in his hair falls lifelessly to my side.

  As Kirian raises his head, I’m gulping for air while admiring how disheveled he is. His long brown hair is in total disarray, reminding me of a windblown Tarzan. Certainly not the put-together king I’ve known.

  His lips glisten with my juices.

  Instead of wiping my wetness off, he licks it. He laps at his face, his tongue stretching farther than I thought possible to get as much as he can.

  Like a fucking animal.

  Only after he’s sure he’s tasted every bit of me does he dry his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Nothing, Quinn,” he sighs, falling down next to me. “Nothing, in all the realms, tastes as sweet as you.”

  “Thanks,” I say, my face heating from the compliment. “I like the way you taste, too.”

  I never thought I’d actually enjoy having jizz in my mouth, but Kirian was the perfect combination of salty and sweet. I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Soon.

  But first, we need to talk, and this conversation isn’t going to be sexy. Nothing like politics to kill the mood.

  I wait a minute, allowing us both to come down from the high we’re riding.

  When our breathing finally slows to normal, I snuggle close and request, “Tell me about the Day Realm. They steal humans?”

  Kirian stiffens slightly, his arms tightening around me. I can tell he tries to hide the reaction by playing it off like he’s just shifting to get comfortable, but I noticed.

  For several seconds, he doesn’t respond. He kisses my forehead while running a finger down my arm.

  “I was wondering when you were going to ask me about it,” he says, resigned. “It’s something I’ve shielded you from, but you’re part of this world now. I can’t keep it from you any longer.”

  “A long time ago, you told me your world doesn’t do the changeling thing.” That was something I’d asked Kirian about after doing some research on fae folklore. Not gonna lie, when I read about fae exchanging their sick babies for healthy human ones, I was freaked out.

  “We don’t—not anymore. The humans who eventually turn fae could be considered changelings, but that word has negative connotations stemming from a shameful past, so we avoid using that term. Long before I was born, the realms unanimously decided children were off-limits. It’s strictly forbidden to abduct a child.”

  “Brittney was kidnapped.”

  “As an adult, yes.”

  “That’s not much better.”

  “I agree with you. The truth is, the Day Realm doesn’t just take humans. They go after fae women, too—any female of breeding age.”

  “Why?”

  “There’s a bit of history to explain first.” He rolls toward me until we’re facing each other. His erection prods my thigh, but I try to ignore it because I want to hear this. “During the time when my mother was an infant, my father’s parents were assassinated by Day Realm soldiers. Although he couldn’t prove it was the king and queen who ordered the ambush, he knew. As a form of retaliation, he cut off trade with them for many years.”

  Yikes. “It doesn’t sound like enough. I mean, I respect him for not going ape shit on everyone, but damn.”

  “Well, someone did go ape shit—my uncle. Silas hired a coven of witches to inflict a terrible plague on the Day Realm.”

  I gasp. “The witches. The ones who cursed you.”

  Kirian nods. “You know faeries don’t get sick, right? At least, not by natural causes, like viruses or bacteria. We’re immune.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then you can see why it would be so mysterious for a plague to sweep through an entire realm. It only affected reproductively mature women. Within a year, ninety-five percent of them had died.”

  “Almost all of them?” I can’t hide the horror I feel at the brutality of it.

  Pressing his lips together, Kirian pauses. “This is too much for you.”

  “No. I mean, yeah, it’s a lot. But I ne
ed to know.”

  He blows out a breath. “My mother was too young to catch it, but her mother and oldest sister weren’t so lucky.”

  “They both died?”

  “Her sister recovered. Her mother did not.”

  “Poor Zella.”

  “Things only got worse from there. Many men lost their wives, including my grandfather Zed, who was king at the time. The thing you have to understand about fated mates is they’ll go crazy without each other. Being separated is unbearable.”

  All the pieces are coming together now, from what I know about the curse to what Zella told me in the bathroom. “Your mother mentioned that.”

  “She would know from experience. In his madness, King Zed tried to keep her from my father. He’d already promised her to one of his council members. The Day Realm was suffering a great shortage of females and Keryth, King of the Night Realm, was his rival. He wasn’t about to let his youngest daughter get swept away. But, enemy or not, you can’t keep soul mates apart.”

  “Where was his compassion?” The ruthless nature of this culture is mind-blowing. “If King Zed knew how awful it felt, why would he want to inflict that pain on his own daughter?”

  Kirian idly twirls a lock of my hair around his finger as he continues, “His mind wasn’t right. From what I’ve heard, mourning a mate is so consuming, there’s no room for rational thought. For a halfway-insane king to try to rule his lands while coping with a grief that never eases… it’s a recipe for disaster.”

  “So he was crazy from sadness.” It’s not an excuse, but I’ve never lost anyone close to me. I don’t know what grief feels like. I try to imagine what watching Kirian die would do to me. Just the thought of it makes my heart hurt.

  I scoot a little closer, resting my head on his bicep as he adds, “In order to replenish their female population, King Zed ordered the unthinkable—abduct humans to fill their place.”

  And just when I was starting to feel sorry for the guy. “Where I come from, that’s called sex slavery.”

  “And it’s wrong. Here, there, anywhere.”

  “But King Zarid allowed the human trafficking to continue after he took over?”

  Kirian gives a noncommittal tilt of his head. “Although he created a law against it some years later, rebels still went on with the abductions, and Zarid pretended not to notice. I think he feared an uprising would happen if he cut the people off. By the time the younger surviving generation of females were old enough to marry, the auctions were already common practice. Even thousands of years later, the Day Realm hasn’t recovered from the plague. The male to female ratio there is five to one.”