Persephone's Wings

by Sahara Kelly

  “Hmm. It’s imported. Probably locust leather.”

  Persephone drew her hand away quite sharply. “Oh. Really?”

  Cobweb giggled. “It’s a very fine piece of fabric. Don’t be worried about it. It’s treated very carefully and run through a special process before it’s even touched by fairy hands. That’s what makes it so soft. And expensive, too. Well, you must have Mr. Leatherfly in the palm of your—“ Cobweb glanced at Persephone’s cleavage, “um—hand.”

  Persephone blushed.

  “So tell me…” Cobweb scootched her bottom along the coffee table a little nearer Persephone. “What’s he like?”

  “What’s he like? Don’t you know what he’s like? You’ve already described how you feel about him.”

  “Well, I haven’t worked for him for very long, and he’s a bit of an asshole really, in the office, that is. At least I think he is. Norman says he’s really quite nice, but he never seems to pay much attention to me.” She pouted prettily. “What I meant was…” She scootched even closer. “What’s he like to…well…you know…”

  The fairy that had no problems with a multitude of foul curses apparently was unable to use the word “fuck” as a verb. Persephone shook her head. “Sorry. I don’t believe in flit-and-tell.”

  Cobweb pouted. “Oh come on, share a tidbit. All that lovely leather? Those studs, those wings?”

  “Nope.”

  The doorbell chimed on Cobweb’s pleas, and with some relief Persephone opened it to find Sal hovering over the doormat.

  “Sal, bless you. Come on in. Just the man I need.”

  “Oh darling. They all say that. Go ahead, use me, abuse me. I love it. Hi, Cobweb darling. Love those booties…”

  They exchanged air kisses, two dazzling beings hovering off the floor. Persephone yearned for a camera. It was a photographic moment that would have assured her fame and fortune for the rest of her life with Paranormal Weekly.

  “Well, I’m going to toddle along, Persephone. I heard you’re coming to Neville’s tonight, so I’ll probably see you there.” Cobweb gave an entrancing little chuckle. “I’ve managed to get a date with Norman Elderbranch. He’s the most gnarliest thing, you know.” She sighed theatrically. “Have you tried a gnome yet?”

  Persephone shook her head, eyes wide.

  “Oh, my dear, you don’t know what you’re missing. They can do the most amazing things with their beards. I can’t wait to see the ones in the floor show. With that kind of inspiration I’m definitely going to get Norman out of his hat tonight if it kills me.” She giggled and fluttered off, leaving a tiny trail of glitter behind her.

  Sal sighed and closed the door behind her. “She’s been at the nectar again, I guarantee it. Sugar imbalance does that to some fairies. Turns them into raving nymphos.”

  He grinned.

  Persephone grinned back. “You got stock in the nectar company?”

  “Yup. Went up two points this morning, too.” Sal laughed merrily. “So. We’re going to Neville’s tonight, are we?”

  “I guess we are. At least that’s what Cobweb told me.”

  “So how is Mr. Leatherbulge? Built for speed or distance?”

  “Sal. I didn’t tell Cobweb anything, what makes you think I’m sharing stuff like that with you?”

  Sal pouted. “But darling. I’ve sucked those gorgeous tits, too, you know. Even now the taste is still rattling around in the back of my throat.” He tipped his head back and made gargling noises. “Mmm. Vintage human with just a dash—the merest soupçon—of vanilla.”

  Persephone burst out laughing. “Oh, cut it out. Come see what I’m supposed to wear tonight and tell me about these damn wings. You can scratch my back too, if you wouldn’t mind. It’s itching like the devil…”

  “Um, Persephone.” Sal looked surprisingly embarrassed. “I don’t think I can do that anymore.”

  “Do what? Scratch my back?”

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Whyever not?” Persephone frowned at him.

  “Well, see, it’s your wing buds that are itching.”

  “Yeah, I know. Believe me I know.” She rolled her shoulders against the fabric of her robe.

  “Well, you see…oh dear, how to explain this. My mother did it so much better. Here, come sit down by me and hold my hand. Don’t be scared now…”

  Sal fussed her into the couch next to him and far from soothing her, he twisted up Persephone’s nerves into a taut knot.

  “So, what is it? Am I dying or something?”

  “Oh, dear heavens, no.” Sal looked aghast. “Nothing like that.”

  “Then what?

  Sal winced as Persephone’s screech rattled the lampshade. He took her hand in his and stroked it soothingly. “You’re becoming a woman fairy, darling.”

  Persephone burst out laughing. “God. If this is about my period, don’t bother. I already know.”

  Sal blushed. “Silly thing. No. Now listen to me, this is important.”

  Persephone stifled her giggles, trying to look appropriately impressed.

  “When you were brought here, you had fairy DNA implanted, which enables you to grow wings, right?”

  “Right. We covered that at orientation.”

  “Good. Now what you may not realize is that your wing buds emerge from a brand new orifice in your spinal area. An opening that is full of the most exquisitely sensitive nerve endings…”

  “Sensitive nerve endings. Yeah—I kind of figured that bit for myself.” With a little help from Thorne’s clever tongue.

  Sal took a deep breath and continued. “Well, you are developing what we call a thrusterbud.”

  “A what?”

  “A thrusterbud.”

  “A thrusterbud.” Persephone frowned. “What the hell’s a thrusterbud?”

  Sal seemed to be searching for words. “Let’s see, I can probably best describe it as a new seat of sexual pleasure, a new gathering of nerve endings designed to bring you to the most amazing climaxes of your life.”

  Persephone tried to absorb exactly what Sal was saying. Her eyes widened and her hand involuntarily slipped behind to her back. “You mean—dear god. This is…Spinal Clit?”

  Sal’s mouth dropped, his eyes widened and for two seconds he was struck dumb. Then he began to giggle, and it grew into a bout of hysterical laughter that brought the tears to his eyes.

  He coughed and sputtered and started over again, clutching his stomach as he roared.

  Persephone would have slapped him on the back, but at this point wasn’t quite sure about touching anything on anyone anywhere.

  She settled for fetching a glass of water, putting it down on the table and waiting for Sal to stop his guffaws.

  “Oh heavens, my darling. I’m so sorry you’re Leatherfly’s. You could have brought so much sunshine into my life.” Sal took a deep breath, glanced at Persephone and started laughing all over again.

  She sighed. He looked like he was in for another extended session with his giggles, so she grabbed her dress and went into the bedroom to slip it on.

  Thorne’s bedroom was a surprise. Huge, of course, and dominated by a giant bed which looked like it had been wrought out of a fight with some mammoth branches. Twisted and gnarled, they fingered their way across the headboard and poked up at either side, in a weird kind of natural oak paralysis. The bedding was lush, featured several shades of black—no surprise there, but was accented by a rather ragged pink bunny.

  Persephone bit her lip as she picked up the little fellow and cuddled him. He bore the signs of having been much loved over many years, and she felt her heart stir at the thought of the massively male Thorne sleeping with his bunny. It was rather disarming, and she smiled as she stroked the soft bunny fur.

  She tucked him back onto his pillow and turned to the dress.

  It slid over her body like warm air, hugging her hips, and caressing her breasts into an impressive cleavage. She grimaced, but then remembered the feel of Thorne’s mouth and fingers on
her body.

  Maybe these were not such a bad thing after all.

  She fastened the catch behind her neck, and then couldn’t resist turning and peering over her shoulder at her bared skin.

  Sure enough, there were tiny wings peeking out from between her shoulder blades.

  She gasped at the sight. Wings. Wings!

  Her very own wings.

  They caught the light with a little glitter, and she noticed the light pinkish reflections. So she was going to be a pink fairy. She could live with that. She reached back and carefully touched the only one she could comfortably reach.

  It was an odd sensation. Almost a tickle, but not quite. Almost like a kiss, but again—not quite.

  She gently brushed the skin around her wings.

  Aha. There it was. A sexual zing shivering through her body that bettered any she’d felt with her vibrator. Even when it had new batteries in it.

  She whipped her hand away, feeling almost naughty at touching that part of herself. Her thrusterbud.

  She chuckled.

  “Cute, aren’t they?”

  Sal was leaning in the doorway, watching as Persephone turned this way and that, admiring her new assets in the mirror.

  She blushed. “I, um—they’re growing, aren’t they?”

  “Yep. And pink, too. I’m glad to see I was right about that.”

  “Any significance to the color?”

  “No. Just means you won’t be wearing much orange this season.” Sal raised his eyebrow at her.

  “I don’t do orange anyway,” she muttered, flexing her shoulder blades. “So how do these things work, Sal? Like am I going to be able to actually fly, or are they just a real handy hair dryer?” The whole business of flying still seemed rather surreal to Persephone.

  Sal grinned. “Of course you’re going to be able to fly. Not yet, they need to grow some before you can actually achieve lift off, but you’ll do the flight prep course, get into training, you’ll be all set.”

  “God. Flight school? Is that physics and velocities and stuff?”

  “Nah. Just how not to hit anyone and how to land without ramming a goblin up your ass by mistake.”

  “No flap twice when making a left-hand turn or something?”

  Sal snickered. “Nope. Nor shout or make beeping noises when backing up.”

  Persephone started to giggle. “Not even little flashing turn signal lights or white lights on my butt for reversing?”

  Sal held up his hands. “For god’s sake don’t get me started again, will you? You’re too funny for words.” He crossed the room and grabbed Persephone in a huge hug, planting a wet kiss on her cheek.

  “You’re going to have soooo much fun here in Fairyland, Persephone. Of course, whether Fairyland is going to be able to stand the shock, I don’t know.”

  “And whether you can stand the shock of having your wings ripped off and shoved up your ass is another matter. Get your hands off her.”

  Sal rolled his eyes. “Ah. His Master’s Growl.” He turned to face a lividly angry Thorne Leatherfly who was staring at the two of them with ferocious intensity. “Hi, honey. How was your day?” Sal batted his eyelashes at Thorne.

  Thorne growled again.

  “Oh, cut it out, Thorne,” sighed Persephone. “Stop acting like a spoilt twelve-year-old. Sal was keeping me company and making me laugh. He’s a friend, for god’s sake. He helped me when I got here, found me clothes, got me clean, and…” Her voice trailed off as she briefly remembered what else he’d done.

  “Yeah. Sure.” Thorne folded his arms across his chest and gazed at her.

  “Oh, darling. You know me. Love ‘em all, and they all love me right back.“ Sal fearlessly tapped Thorne on his solidly muscled chest. “I think she probably is your wingmate, you know.”

  Thorne’s head tipped sideways and he narrowed his eyes. “Oh, yeah?”

  “As you so succinctly put it, yeah. The signs are right and you’re both responding properly. You’d better fill her in on the details of the Nuptial Flight thing, by the way. The wings are starting.”

  Thorne’s eyes whipped over to where Persephone was standing, a frown beginning to wrinkle her brow.

  “Hey. You two. I’m here, you know. It’s considered rude to talk about someone like she’s not even there.” She tapped her toe and placed her hands squarely on her hips. “So, if there’s something I should be told, I’d appreciate someone doing it right away.”

  “She’s all yours,” grinned Sal, blowing a kiss to Persephone. “And of course if she doesn’t work out for you, Thorne sweetie, I’m still here. You know what leather does to me.” He sighed and fluttered his wings.

  “Flit off, Salvias,” said Thorne rudely, but without any real heat.

  “I’m gone. Just a trail of fairy dust in the wind.”

  He was, too. That fairy was damn good at making a dramatic exit.

  Chapter 7

  Thorne stared at Persephone as silence filled the room. Without Sal’s distracting presence, he became more vividly aware of her. She just looked so right standing at the foot of his bed. Like she belonged there. He felt himself walking toward her, his feet carrying him toward his goal without his conscious volition.

  “So, honey,” she said nervously. “How was your…umph.”

  He plastered his mouth to hers.

  Hungry for the taste of her, his lips couldn’t wait. Her breath was sweet, her body smelled of flowers and woman, and he wanted her more at that moment than he could ever remember wanting anything for the past three hundred years or so.

  He kept his hands glued to his sides and just let his mouth feed on her.

  Turning his head to align their lips more perfectly, he breathed in her sigh as she opened for him and welcomed him inside.

  This was different. This was special. Something about the way their lips met in perfect alignment sent chills down Thorne’s wingribs.

  He fought the urge to grab her in his arms, preferring the delicious torment of permitting only the touch of their mouths.

  Persephone let him know in no uncertain terms that she had other ideas.

  She moved closer to him, mewling in the back of her throat as his tongue stroked her softness.

  He could feel the heat of her body as she stopped a mere wings’ width away from his chest. One hand rested gently on his forearm as the other slid up to his shoulder and around the back of his neck.

  She was holding him to her, letting him play with her tongue.

  Her hands sifted through his hair and touched his neck lightly. He shuddered.

  She closed the gap between them, pressing the softness of her breasts against his body.

  He could feel her nipples hardening against him as his tongue plunged deeper and more aggressively into her mouth.

  She sucked it, played with it, coiled her own tongue around it, and met him, move for move.

  His leather pants groaned as his cock swelled rapidly.

  “Damn, Persephone,” he breathed, pulling back and resting his forehead against her. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Persephone froze at his words.

  He raised his head in query. “What? You don’t think you are?”

  She stared at him and shook her head slightly. “Thorne, no one has ever said that to me before.”

  “No one?”

  “No one.”

  “The world is full of fools, Persephone. Complete and utter fools.” He raised his hand and gently ran his fingertips down over her shoulder to her elbow and her wrist. He raised her hand to his mouth.

  “You’re incredibly lovely.” He slid her pinky finger into his mouth and sucked it, watching her eyes widen.

  “And you taste better than the finest honey.” He coiled his tongue around her finger and caressed it as he pulled it out of his mouth. Her ring finger was next. “You kiss like no one I’ve ever kissed before.” The ring finger was followed by the middle finger.

  Persephone’s nipples were pushing against the so
ft leather and making enticing little nubbins appear on her halter dress.

  “You smell like fresh flowers, twilight and snow,” he whispered, as her forefinger disappeared between his lips to be worshipped by his tongue. He could scent her arousal now, adding fuel to his smoldering fire.

  “And you touch me in places I’ve never known. You make me think of things I’ve never thought of, and when I’m away from you I want to be with you.” He released her finger with a little pop.

  His hands opened hers and squeezed the fullness at the base of her thumb. She moaned. He brought it to his mouth and bit gently, making her squirm.

  “Thorne,” she whispered.

  “You loved me unconditionally as a stray cat, and let me share your warmth, your home and your bed. Will you do that with me now, Persephone?”

  His mouth enveloped her thumb and suckled it, sliding it out again with a brush of his lips.

  “Will you share my warmth, my home and my bed? Will you love me unconditionally?”

  * * * * *

  Persephone looked deep into Thorne’s glowing golden eyes, trying to see the man behind the wings. She’d known he would be something special as soon as he’d first touched her, and places deep inside her had responded to him as never before. But was it too soon? She’d been in Fairyland for less than a day. Sure it seemed like a lifetime ago she was in her kitchen with her cat and her cupcake, but it was still only hours.

  Then she set those thoughts aside and looked within herself. The answer was clear. Seize this chance or spend a lifetime regretting it.

  “Yes.”

  The dam broke and Thorne seized her in a grip of iron. A wicked grin curved his handsome mouth and his eyes gleamed brilliant gold.

  Persephone felt her heart melt just from the glory of looking at him. And he was all hers.

  Daringly, she tipped her hips and rubbed against him.

  He moaned and she smirked. This could be more fun than she’d ever imagined. A handsome, horny fairy, fairly tripping over his tongue to get to her, Persephone Jones. My, my. What a birthday.

  “Shit, honey. There’s nothing I’d like better than to tumble you onto our bed right here, right now, and…” His hips thrust back, sending chills through her as his incredibly hard cock rubbed her in just the right place.