Falling Into Faerie After

by Mercedes Jade

  “You know yours is first, sir,” I answered, wiggling as I got closer to the second orgasm I hadn’t thought possible. Males and their competitive natures. Falin didn’t really get all the way in. I decided mentioning anything about Orin’s big cock would not be in my best interests right now.

  “You’re a first for me, too,” Eloden told me.

  “What?” I said, rocking my hips back. I must have misheard him.

  He pulled out again and this time he played his cock over my clit, rubbing the gold hoop that he had warmed and wet in my pussy. It slid along my nub of sensitized flesh smoother than any dildo, providing just the right pressure, and the velvet covered steel of his glans was as hot as his tongue.

  “Sweetheart, do you want to come?” he whispered, teasing me with his cock over my pussy, not pushing back in yet.

  I started moaning, whimpers turning into words of begging, wanting my hips free of his big hands so I could push back further on his cock and feel myself stretch around him before I came again.

  He slid all the way back in. Hand on my clit to keep up the momentum, he rocked with slow, deep thrusts, no longer playing as both of us were too close and focused on those last few moments before climax. His hot, heavy body leaned over me so I was completely surrounded, his other hand finally sliding up from my pelvis to give me room to work backwards and meet his thrusts.

  He gently picked me up from the desk, fingers wrapping around my waist and holding me more vertical. My bound hands at my back brushed against the ridges of his abdomen as our hips danced, an almost languid pace compared to earlier if it wasn’t for the hard slap as he drove me to my toes to bottom out at the end of each thrust, groaning as I squeezed and moaned back.

  He had to help hold me up as I bent forward again with the orgasm, giving him plenty of warning when I moaned louder and longer as the climax squeezed my core so hard I thought the muscles would never release his cock. He grunted and held me tighter against him, jacking in my pussy as his own ejaculation was drawn by my powerful orgasm.

  The feel of his hard body jerking against mine drove my climax back up again for a quick second and I yelled in surprise, pulling my legs up and letting him support me completely as I curled against the strong contractions that pulled me over yet another time.

  My cold nipples were the first, conscious thought I had as my mind floated down. I pulled my bra back over my breasts, realizing Eloden had released my magical bonds either sometime during the mutual orgasms or afterwards when I had been lost in post-coital bliss. His hands found the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it down into place. The rest of my clothes were thrown about the room, ruined panties on the desk and my pants somewhere on the floor.

  I never wanted to leave his strong, warm embrace but that is exactly what I did, bending down and reaching for my pants. This hadn’t been the quickie I had expected. Eloden had taken his time finding all my weaknesses and binding me to him with more than magic.

  “Uh, so,” I awkwardly started, hoping he would have something to say to ease the moment.

  “You’re mine,” his deep, dominant voice pronounced, freezing me with one leg in my pants and the other trying to find its way home. “My first Claimed female was worth waiting for, sweetheart.”

  That was what he meant by I was his first, a commitment for the first time from someone that I was suspecting was quite the sexy playboy back in Faerie. I thrust my leg into the right hole and quickly pulled my skinny jeans up, hopping and wiggling with a furious kind of desperation.

  No. We were not connecting. There couldn’t be anything deeper. Didn’t Dain fill the rest of them in on our last rendezvous, especially the part where he told me I was a piece to be played in his game and my virginity a commodity?

  Oh, Dain hadn’t used those words, but saying checkmate while staring at my naked, just fucked body had a pretty clear meaning. No happy endings or falling in love, I had told him and I guess he had taken me at my word.

  I needed to make a clean break with Eloden.

  Falin was accepting of a one-night stand. The rest of them weren’t going to get anything else from me. I had other commitments that came first. I needed to nip this budding affair before it got thornier.

  “I’m yours,” I said, hunting for my shoes. “I have six Marks, well seven if you count Loren after he bit me last night, which means I have enough for every day of the week. Do you plan to share me around daily, taking turns? If so, we should invest in lube and condoms. A girl can only take so much loving without a little help and that shot I got won’t last forever.”

  My belly met Eloden’s shoulder with a pained grunt. He fireman carried me over to the desk and plopped me on my tender butt, slapping my shoes down on the desk beside me.

  “We can talk about it when we get home,” he grumpily told me.

  I sucked in a deep breath and tried to heave it out with the pain in my chest that didn’t belong there. I had gotten what I wanted, rubbing Eloden’s nose in the dirt when he dared mention feelings.

  It was sex. We had sex, mind-blowingly, unforgettable, incredible joining of our bodies, and I had to run away as soon as possible.

  Eloden left me for a moment to get my socks, which proved a little harder to find. He had taken them off behind his head. I used the time he spent looking to modify my escape plan. It was late, way past the time I planned to be in Faerie. Eloden clearly wanted to personally escort me back to my apartment, which the Fae had all taken to quickly calling our home.

  Eloden’s warm hand grabbed my ankle and pulled my foot up to rest against his thigh. He slid on my sock without difficulty and then the other, splitting my legs and stepping between them instead of putting on my shoes next. I looked at his chest, resisting the urge to meet his gaze.

  “I’m pushing, too hard, too fast,” he said, reaching over for my shoes and holding them in front of my chest. I grabbed them, squeezing.

  “I believe I was the one to tell you harder,” I tried to joke.

  “Eve, I pride myself on knowing what females want but you are difficult to read,” he softly admitted.

  “I-I need to put on my shoes,” I stupidly responded.

  He backed away, attending to his own clothes. Although he had been standing there mostly naked, I hadn’t really paid attention until a glimpse down at my shoes caught the glint of his cock hoop.

  Even sated, his penis was still semi-hard, foreskin retracted as the head with its sizable jewelry rested against his muscled thighs. He had more tattoos that I missed earlier because he hadn’t pulled his leathers off until I was bent over. The dark and thick scrolling lines hugged his hips and rode up his spine as he twisted and flexed his big shoulder muscles in the back, pulling his leathers on to partly hide them.

  I had questions, some just curiosities but there were important, revealing things I couldn’t ask. Would Eloden even consider it if I told him I was looking for the sire of my Halfling abilities and wanted him to tag along? There was no doubt Eloden would be helpful. The thought of entering those Faerie woods alone, even in daylight, made me want to grab Eloden’s strong arms and confess my plan.

  “Do you want to replace your glamour before we go?” he asked me, finished dressing. He grabbed my hoodie from the floor and carried it over to me, gently dropping it on my lap.

  Tell him, don’t tell him, tell him, don’t tell him. I closed my eyes and felt for my snowflake, buying myself a few more seconds to decide while I pulled my hoodie on, tempted to bury my head in it forever. Eloden’s helpful hands put an end to that idea, tugging the tight hoodie down. I popped my head out, my nursery rhyme on my lips but everything else I kept behind my teeth. He would go to Dain if I told him.

  My shoes stopped pinching as my glamour slipped over, bringing me back to the size I was used to being. The heaviness of Eloden’s magic also receded, making it easier to take a deep breath and launch into my convoluted explanation on the fly to get me out of here without him.

  “I’ll meet you at the apartme
nt. There’re things I have to do before I leave the lab for the last time, and I swear that none of them have anything to do with sparkles or crazy glue. I have data to summarize and the last experiment findings to document for my colleagues and I need to say goodbye to Tom, Dick and Harry-”

  “You don’t like guys,” Eloden interrupted. He picked me up off the desk and put me on my feet, not letting go once I was standing. Damn it.

  I looked over at my sex rumpled letter on the desk and then back at Eloden, rolling my eyes right in front of him.

  “You don’t like human males,” Eloden clarified. “You forget that I found you all by yourself in a skating rink filled with plenty of them if you had any interest. I believe the girls sitting beside you had even mentioned a couple’s skate?”

  “They’re lab rats, literally,” I retorted, ignoring the implication that I had been a sexless, anti-social nerd that enjoyed getting her lonesome skate on before he swept me off my skates. “Dick really hasn’t been the same since Lady Antebellum moved out. Anyway, I also need to count the plates one last time in the growth chamber and record fungal spore counts.”

  I said fungal spore counts in the dullest voice possible, but really, I didn’t need to make the effort. Nothing was as sexy as fungus. Eloden could grow mold himself while watching me diddle around with growth plates.

  Too bad my libido wasn’t as bored. I was already sweating under my hoodie, feeling the heat of Eloden’s hands wrapping around my chest and back. What did I have to say to get him to release me?

  “You realize that if you leave everything so neat and organized, it won’t give your baby-stealing boss the right ‘fuck you’ impression?” Eloden commented, but he looked resigned to spending a boring rest of the night watching me do it anyway.

  “I also need to go home and get new underwear,” I said, looking at the desk for my ruined ones so I could dispose of them. Jeff’s desk wastebasket would be way too sleazy. “Hey,” I said a little louder. “Where are my...”

  “Finders, keepers.”

  I scoffed, meeting his wicked eyes. “What are you, five?”

  He gave me a look that said he was thinking about bending me back over the desk to prove his age, or more like his dick did the thinking, which explained the immaturity. Instead, he surprised me by asking, “So what are we doing first: paperwork, plates or rats?”

  “We are doing nothing,” I said, trying harder to dismiss him. I added a little shove against his chest that was a futile exercise. “Fly away, Buddy. I work alone.”

  I saw a tiny quirk of his lips, but no way he got the movie reference. Then again, Falin apparently watched Youtube clips that inspired him to take my mom for a wheelies ride, back when she was rocking a walker.

  “I have all night,” Eloden warned me.

  Oh, I would have bored him to tears if I wasn’t in such a rush. I could count out loud and pretend to lose my place around a thousand and start all over to screw with him. We had only scratched the surface of my passive-aggressive tendencies earlier.

  “Get out,” I said. It worked about as well as the last couple of times I used it on pushy Fae males. “Let go, at least. I can’t work with you attached to me.”

  Surprisingly, logic worked. I was finally released. I backed up a few steps immediately, establishing important distance.

  “I vote for rats. It’s not Tom’s fault his owner is a mad, evil scientist,” Eloden said, arching a brow at my quick retreat.

  I refused to smile and let him know I was enjoying myself. I had missed him, too, fiercely missed this feeling of being alive and pushed to do more than automaton responses by someone that cared outside of my family. I shouldn’t encourage him with what I had planned. That would just be cruel.

  Maybe all I had to do was admit a weakness. Eloden cared, too much it seemed. I paused, hand on the doorknob. “I’m exhausted,” I said, no need to fake it. After the restless night spent sandwiched between the twins for possibly the last time and trying to write my goodbye note in my head? I was running on fumes already.

  Eloden walked over to me, putting his hand over mine to turn the knob. “You should have said something earlier, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear. We exited into the hallway only lit by the emergency lights guiding the way to the exits.

  “I’m saying it now,” I pointed out. “Please, let me get my stuff done so I can go home and rest. It will be faster if I don’t have to worry about what has iron and where the cameras with sound are hidden.”

  “Home?” he said, repeating that one fragile word like it contained all the hope in the world.

  “If you haven’t changed the locks,” I joked to lighten the expectations. Sometimes betrayal was as difficult for the perpetrator as the fooled.

  Eloden put one warm hand on my left shoulder and sweetly bussed my right cheek from behind. “I’ll pick you up in two hours.”

  It would be cutting it short for my headway, but it wasn't as if he would figure out where I had gone right away to get started on tracking me. I didn’t kid myself that I would get away without a tail eventually, especially as Falin and now Eloden were making it sound like my Marks hadn’t forgotten me. I had been given distance on a long leash. It was up to me to run fast before they figured out I had cut it.

  “Since when did you start driving?” I said with a bit more levity. I didn’t smile, though. That would be suspicious.

  “I’ll be waiting for you at your car, spot 38D?” he said, all business.

  So he had checked my exits before hunting me down. My near miss at being caught made me sweat.

  “Yep, they haven’t rescinded my parking pass yet,” I said with a nervous laugh. Damn. I stopped laughing, covering it up with a cough. I walked ahead to the stairs, passing the elevator as I tried to get my stupid nerves under control.

  My soon to be canceled ID card flashed without issue at the stairwell exit and I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew they had to secure the exits as they could be turned into potential entrances, but it always kind of bothered me that they locked us in here. What if Jeff had cancelled my security clearance before he stormed out? Would I have been locked in until morning and all my plans wasted?

  “After you,” I said holding the door. With iron allergic Fae the usual niceties had a twist. I waved bye to Eloden, stepping back inside.

  “Wait,” he said putting his hand in the space between the door and the frame without touching. I opened it wider again. If anybody saw this on camera, they would think I was nuts, weird at least. “I might have someone with me when I come back,” he told me, then turned around and walked down the stairs.

  I stood there gaping at the open door. Well, blurting it out last minute and running off before I could protest, or even ask who that someone might be with Eloden later, told me everything he didn’t say. I let the door shut and walked back down the hallway, jamming my finger into the elevator button.

  Dain, Dain, Dain, a little voice sang in my head.

  The doors popped open and the elevator announced it was going down. Oh, I was going down alright, straight to hell. The only question was who was going to join me?

  Chapter 6:

  I had to leave my Baby.

  There was probably a sad love song out there with a line like that, classic country genre, where political correctness and feminism hadn’t meshed to ruin everything about a lover wanting to call his girl ‘Baby.’ Not, Baby Girl, which hip hop somehow made acceptable despite being more diminutive, although, they also called their lovers ‘Hoes’ and got away with it. Garden tools were hot.

  Eloden had my parking spot memorized. If I had any hope of delaying the search and rescue effort, it would behoove me to leave the bait parked. I wouldn’t even put it past the foxy Fae to have bugged Baby with one of his tracking charms.

  Hopefully, Baby wouldn’t end up impounded when they tried to give my parking spot to my replacement. The new guy could be a anti-car hippie, arriving to work in bike shorts, or maybe, he enjoyed saving the env
ironment one mass public transit ride at a time. Both were sweaty options as I could attest.

  My stepfather would spring Baby from jail for me when I got back. He hated me working for Jeff and if I told him they had impounded my car in response to my dramatic exit, he would consider it money well spent to get her back and tell me to drive it outside the office. My mother would buy me an appropriate bumper sticker to display as I put my emergency lights on and double parked Jeff’s Ferrari out front.

  It didn’t help my sweaty, public ride that I had to lug everything I packed earlier in Baby’s trunk that I needed for a trip to who knows where for who knows how long. I’m a light packer as my hoodie proves, my favourite piece of clothing good for at least a week of wearing as long as I change the t-shirt underneath and my makeup routine consists of putting my hair in a ponytail. The arrows, bow, quiver, daggers and small sword made out of iron, which had been hard to find, lighters and survival foods were heavier than my personal essentials.

  If I got too tired from all the lugging, I would dump the t-shirts before I left behind a single weapon. I couldn’t say I was an expert with any of them, but my archery was impressive and I seemed to have solid aim with the daggers. The sword I swung around but it didn’t seem like the kind of weapon you could practice well solo.

  I had everything shoved into a rolling suitcase with another, longer guitar case attached for the arms-length weapons. I could ditch the latter case once I was in Faerie and able to strap my weapons on without looking like a mass murderer or a strange reenactment actor. Due to my size, I had to get all the scabbards and weapon belts custom made, which was going to put a nice dent in my stepfather’s wallet when he got the credit card bill. I did look badassed, however, per the twins when they saw me decked out in leather.

  It hit me harder than I thought it would when I disembarked the bus and looked over at the green-space path tunneling under the bridge. Darkness swallowed the stoney pathway with a number of the streetlights blown, suspiciously heading towards the wooded area.