A Fey Harvest

by Sumida, Amy

  I'd been inspired to make pizza after I'd seen the bread oven in the kitchen. It was perfect for cooking pizza in and I knew neither King Guirmean nor any of my fey had ever had pizza before. I was hoping they'd enjoy trying something new and who doesn't like pizza? The dinner would start as soon as King Guirmean and his attendants arrived, which would be in a couple of hours. Plenty of time for me to get ready. So I headed back upstairs to bathe and get dressed.

  I ran into Arach, who was headed down but swiftly changed his direction when he saw me.

  “How went the cooking?” He looked over my flour mottled dress.

  “Good,” I brushed away the flour absently. “I've got to go shower and change.”

  “I'll join you,” he grinned.

  “I don't have time for shower sex,” I wagged a finger at him.

  “Not even just a little shower sex?” He rose his brows. “With steaming hot water?”

  “You are such a bad influence on me,” I sighed as we entered our room and he firmly latched the door behind him. “There is never anything little about your sex.”

  “I'm so glad you think so,” he leered, “and it's very accurate. I can feel it growing even now.”

  “Ugh, living with you is like living in a bad romance novel,” I yanked off my dress and tossed it in a basket near the door.

  The basket was my suggestion. Previously Arach would just toss his clothes wherever he felt like it, expecting someone else to come in and pick them up. Which of course was exactly what would happen but I thought it would be nicer to leave a basket near the door so the poor laundress didn't have to roam the room for discarded dragon clothes before washing the damn things. Arach had thought it a little silly but when the fey who cleans our room came up and thanked him later, he totally took all the credit. The ass.

  “I don't even know what that means,” he threw his clothes in after mine and shooed me into the bathroom. “Why am I a bad romance novel?”

  All your innuendos and cheesy lines,” I turned on the hot water(we never seemed to use the cold) and it poured out of the gold shower head, immediately creating the desired steam.

  “You have more cheese in your lines than I do,” he leaned against the door frame, looking way too relaxed for a man with an erection that big.

  “Maybe,” I pulled my eyes away from the prize, as it were, and got into the water, “but I'm allowed, I'm part human.”

  “So I have to be stoic and boring because I'm fey?” He got into the tub and slid the stained glass door of the shower closed. The stained glass dragon, flying through fire, seemed to be leering over Arach's shoulder at me.

  “No, you go ahead and be as cheesy as you like, hot stuff,” I slid my hands to his hips and pulled him against me.

  “She says I can be cheesy as she calls me hot stuff,” he rolled his eyes and then adjusted the shower head a little higher.

  “I'm so glad you have plumbing,” I sighed as the hot water soaked into me.

  “Why wouldn't we?”

  “I don't know,” I started soaping up a cloth. “I guess it seems like a modern convenience to me and Faerie is as far from modern as you can get.”

  “A modern convenience?” He laughed. “The Romans had plumbing. It's a bunch of pipes and water pressure, hardly the work of geniuses. It didn't take much thought to divert the water over our natural heat source either, so I fail to see why you'd be so impressed with it.”

  “Alright already,” I laughed and started to soap him up, just so he'd stop talking about plumbing.

  It worked like a gem. He lost all words, succumbing to my hands with a series of growls and moans that was starting to work its own magic on me. Just to make sure he wouldn't say anything further, I pulled his head down and put his mouth to better use. His lips were hot against mine, his tongue even hotter, and the heat called to my dragon. I felt her rise inside me, filling me till it was like there were scales right beneath my skin, just waiting to be released.

  Arach picked me up, water spraying everywhere, and put my back against the stone wall. It was warm, but then the walls were always warm in Castle Aithinne, either from the sun or the fires below, there was never cold stone to shock my skin. I relaxed back into the wall, letting it take some of my weight so Arach could angle himself between my legs.

  His face had lengthened, the scales at his temples spreading down his neck. I felt them cover his stomach, their glassy surface feeling cool on my skin as he slid inside me. My legs were around his waist, my arms over his shoulders, and I was pulling him against me like I couldn't get him close enough, his soapy skin slick against mine. My dragon roared inside me and I felt the vibration through my bones.

  “What the hell?” I whispered.

  “She wants out,” he chuckled, “or wants satisfaction. Shall we give it to her?”

  “I'm sure she'd appreciate it,” I grinned but quickly lost my smile when he lifted me up, sliding me up the wall and hooking my legs over his shoulders. “Whoa, wait, I'm gonna fall.”

  “Put your hands on the ceiling and lean back,” he grinned up at me, the pieces of his wet red hair looking like claw marks down his back.

  I reached up and placed my palms firmly against the ceiling as he set his mouth to me. His tongue moved against me, slow and heavy, then it filled me, working in way further than it should have been able to. I gasped in surprise, jerking back against the wall as I looked down my body at him.

  “What's with your tongue?”

  He drew it out slowly, then ran it over me in circles, making me scream and drop one of my hands to his head. He pulled back but I could still feel the tip of his tongue flicking at me. When I chanced another glance down, I saw why. His tongue was over two inches longer than normal, tapered to a point at the end, which he used to great advantage.

  I was partially horrified but then another round of orgasms hit and the horror disappeared into the sound of my screaming. In one swift movement he pulled my legs from his shoulders and let me slide down to his waist, impaling me in an acrobatic maneuver that I would have thought impossible had it not been done to me.

  Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue back to normal, and his hips were slamming me into the wall with enough force to stretch my inner thighs nearly flat. All I could do was hold on and ride out the storm as the water continued to beat on us, the steam thick around us and our skin shimmering with moisture.

  My dragon shuddered inside me, a burst of fey magic shooting through my body and sending me spiraling into another orgasm. I pulled him closer and sank my teeth into his neck, his blood coating my tongue with his own magic. It was sweet and warm, and shivering pleasure filled me from below, swirling up to meet the delight flowing over my tongue. The two merged into one explosion of ecstasy that rolled over my bloody lips.

  Then Arach shouted and gave one last thrust before leaning into me. He gently lowered my legs and I laughed as I tried to stand. His arm shot out to hold me up until I was able to. Then he picked up a washcloth, soaped it up, and rubbed it against my sensitive flesh, setting my legs to shaking again, especially when he dropped the cloth and began to use his fingers to rub the soap in.

  “Are you trying to drive me crazy?” I groaned, watching as the tiny bite I'd given him closed up slowly.

  “I just want to make sure you're clean,” he nuzzled my neck and nipped me playfully.

  “We can't do another round,” I leaned away from him when I felt him starting to stir. “We've got a guest coming.”

  “Me first,” he purred.

  “Agh,” I laughed, “there you go again. I'm done, I don't have time for you,” I wagged my finger in his face with a serious look which quickly fell under waves of giggling. “I gotta go make some pizza.”

  “Your husband requires sustenance first,” he growled and turned me around roughly, pressing me face first against the warm stone.

  “Arach,” I barely was able to get out the protest.

  “I need more,” he pressed his body into mine, holding
me there, and bit into my shoulder.

  Pain and pleasure blended together as I felt him suck on the wound, the pressure of it pulling on places much lower. I sighed and pushed back into him, knowing it was the blood he needed even more than our physical connection. Although he was clearly intent on having that as well. He spread my legs further and angled up into me while laving the remaining blood from my shoulder as my wound closed.

  I healed faster than he did, thanks to my recent drink from the Grayel, so his bite was gone almost as soon as he made it. It hardly bothered him though, in fact I think he liked it. He could bite me as much as he wanted and never have to worry about leaving me enough time to heal. Then he was sliding rapidly inside me and I lost all thoughts of healing, focusing instead on the pleasures of the flesh.

  His hands found mine and placed them flat against the stone wall. He held them there, so I was completely pinned by him, no chance of slipping away. He drove into me wildly and I was nearing another crest when he suddenly turned me around to face him.

  “Give me your fire,” he took my face in his hand and angled his open mouth over mine as he lifted my hips and settled me back onto him.

  I didn't hesitate, I was too far gone into our passion. I pulled the fire from inside me and sent it into him, warming him as only I could. He collected my flame and increased it with his own before sending the white fire back into me. I climaxed immediately, the delicious heat of it stroking all my pleasure points from the inside out. I screamed with satisfaction and watched a wisp of smoke drift from my mouth.

  “You are a very naughty dragon,” I whispered to him as he let me down.

  “And I've only begun,” he grinned.

  “Oh no,” I rinsed off quickly while he was still distracted with satiation. “No more, you're going to have to wait.”

  I climbed out of the shower, and fled the bathroom, grabbing a towel to dry off before he could grab me again. I laughed as the sound of disgruntled dragon flowed out to me. He appeared in the doorway, just as I was lacing the front of my dress, his eyes narrowing on my clothing.

  “I told you I didn't have time to fool around,” I scolded. “It's your own damn fault if you're not satisfied.”

  “Just one more time,” he cajoled.

  “No,” I backed away as he started forward. “I gotta get back to the kitchen or they'll start to worry.” I pushed my feet into some soft, leather slippers and made a run for it.

  Bad idea. Never run from a dragon.

  He caught me in two seconds flat and had me laid out on our bed beneath him even faster. I slapped at him in frustration before finally giving in and kissing him. He pressed fully into me, a satisfied sound stirring in his chest as he got the entire front of my dress wet. Then I pushed him over, straddling his waist and grinding myself against him. His eyes shut on a moan and he shuddered beneath me, giving me enough time to leap off of him and sprint out the door.

  “Vervain!” He shouted after me but I just laughed and flew down the flights of stairs. Let the dragon simmer awhile.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The pizzas came out beautiful. Crispy chewy crust and the most ooey gooey cheese on top, golden brown in places. The sausage had been sliced thin like pepperoni and made a good substitute, slightly salty and crisp. We made assorted pies, from all meat to all cheese and everything in between. There were almost forty done already.

  The chefs had already had a few slices, enough to fortify them for the rest of the dinner service, and they knew how to cook them properly, so I could finally leave and see if our guests had arrived yet. I could hear fey out in the dining hall but I wasn't sure if that included Arach and Guirmean.

  I removed the apron I'd been wearing to protect my dress and brushed a few persistent crumbs away. One of the chefs gave me a happy wink as I smoothed my hair and patted the sweat from my brow with the edge of my sleeve. They loved the new recipe and I had a feeling there were going to be many more pizza dinners in my future. Just wait till I showed them hamburgers.

  I headed out the doorway that led to the dining hall and smiled when I spotted Arach and Guirmean at the head table, talking avidly. Arach looked up when I approached, giving me a secret smile that said things better suited to the bedroom. I blushed and then blushed hotter when I saw that Guirmean had caught the exchange and had a grin of his own.

  The hall had been decorated for the occasion, thousands of candles had been placed in little nooks going up the angled walls and they cast their flickering glows over the stone, sparkling off the mineral deposits within it. There were large tubs of water placed along the walls of the hall and as I watched, a water fey wandered over and took a handful of water from the basin to splash over his face. He sighed and went back to his table with a relieved smile.

  The tables were full of both water and fire fey, intermingling with great excitement and lots of loud conversations. I was glad to see the camaraderie, I really wanted our kingdoms to be on good terms. Especially since I'd almost started a war with Earth already.

  There were large floral decorations on the tables as center pieces, vibrant flowers I knew were from our kingdom, and the tablecloths were mixed, some red and some blue. Delicate porcelain dishes sat beside golden flatware and crystal glasses were filled with the potent faerie wine that I was coming to love more than the wine from Duat.

  The pizzas came out, held aloft by proud servers as they were distributed among the waiting fey. I took my seat just as three assorted pizzas were placed on the high table. Guirmean and Arach both made interested sounds as the smell hit us.

  “Hey, King Guirmean,” I called over to him, he was seated on Arach's left and I on Arach's right. “How was the trip over?”

  “It was smooth, thank you,” he nodded but could barely take his eyes from the food. In his defense, the aroma of hot cheese and bread was a tad overwhelming.

  “These are called pizzas,” I waved my hand to them. “It's a human recipe that I thought you might enjoy. A layer of dough is covered with tomato sauce, cheese and different toppings, then cooked in our wood-fired oven. Here we have sausage and mushrooms, sausage and peppers, and then a veggie pizza. Please help yourself, they can be eaten with your hands.”

  I took a piece and demonstrated. That was all the encouragement the men needed, they both grabbed for a piece, not bothering to stop by their plates but going straight to their mouths with it. I smiled as the groaning commenced.

  “This,” Guirmean said around another bite, “is the most amazing thing I've ever tasted.”

  “Thank you,” I beamed.

  “Vervain has been in the kitchen all day,” Arach said proudly, “I think she shocked the flame out of my cooks.”

  “They're fine,” I scoffed, “they have a new recipe so they're thrilled. In fact, Fiona asked me if I could teach her more human recipes.”

  “Would you be able to teach one of my cooks how to do this?” Guirmean asked with hopeful eyes.

  “Send one of your fey into the kitchen after the meal,” Arach offered. “I'm sure one of the cooks can teach them the technique.”

  “It's not that difficult,” I shrugged. “The most important thing is the wood-fired oven and I'm sure you have one of those.”

  “Oh yes,” Guirmean grinned. “And it's going to be full of pizza.”

  “Excellent,” I nodded, thinking of how I'd spread some humanity all over the Faerie Realm, even if it was just in the form of food.

  Then I reached behind me to the stereo equipment I'd brought over from the Human Realm awhile back. I had the goblins help me set up speakers throughout the room and I couldn't wait to see the expression on everyone's faces when the music started. I pressed play and watched.

  I wasn't disappointed. The fire fey all knew about human music and the machines that could play them, but the water fey bolted upright and stared about them, trying to find the source of the sound. They kept looking up, expecting me to have flying musicians. King Guirmean even dropped his slice of pizza and searc
hed the room frantically.

  “At ease, everyone,” Arach stood and addressed the room as I turned down the music a little. “This is another treat brought to us by my wife from the Human Realm. These machines,” he gestured behind us, “play music that has been captured onto thin discs. They can be played over and over, and produce the exact same sound every time.”

  There were murmurs and gasps of astonishment, interjected with more detailed explanations, made by the fire fey.

  “There are things called speakers,” Arach gestured to where the speakers were hung, “around the hall. They look like black boxes. This is where the music is coming from. So please, relax, and enjoy some human culture with us. Queen Vervain has chosen a collection of songs pertaining to both fire and water, in honor of our guests from the Water Kingdom. I hope you like them and please, if you feel like dancing, make use of the open space in the middle of the hall.”

  There were some excited cheers and then I turned the music back up. Fire Woman by The Cult came on, Ian Astbury's sexy voice raging about how he can't sleep, can't do anything right since he set his eyes on her. Arach turned to me and smiled.

  “I know just how he feels,” he kissed my cheek and I laughed.

  The fey around the hall were wearing shocked expressions. The music was a little wild, a huge change from their more medieval version, but after a few minutes the expressions changed. I could see the beat sinking in, getting under their skin and into their bones. Soon fingers were tapping, heads nodding, and mouths moving with the words. I knew the fey would love modern rock.

  An hour later, the room was loud with revelry. All the pizzas were gone and the chefs had come out to receive a round of applause from everyone that went on for five minutes straight. But despite the full bellies, the space in between the tables was full of dancing faeries, rocking out to things like Underwater by Jewel, Fire and Rain by James Taylor, Rain by Madonna, and Light my Fire by The Doors.