Dark Fae Penitentiary: First Transgression

by Nala Kingsley

  Dark Fae Penitentiary: First Transgression

  Nala Kingsley

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Other Books By Nala Kinglsey

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  Dark Fae Penitentiary First Transgression © 2020 Nala Kingsley

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  1

  Bored. That's what I am. Life here at Light Fae Academy is nothing at all like I expected, and it doesn't help at all that I've already been caught up in a scandal. Yes, I know that dealing drugs and selling fairy dust might not have been my smartest decision, but it had been lucrative. Of course, Spring had to go off the deep end, but that wasn't my fault. It doesn't matter what anyone says.

  I’m flying along, trying to figure out what to do in this dump of a school when I hear some whispers. I’ve gotten used to it. Girls hate me because the guys all flock to me, as if that’s my fault. I have super long white hair, purple eyes, and my wings, well, they aren’t the clear translucent wings they used to be. They’re slightly darker now, and I’ve been wondering if that’s to match my increasingly dark thoughts lately.

  My gaze shifts to the source of the whispers. Two fairies I don’t even know their names have their hands up to cover their mouths, but I can hear them anyhow.

  “Spring was such a perfectly lovely fairy, wasn’t she?”

  “Yes, until she met her.”

  “Bay’s darkness poisoned her.”

  “She corrupted her with that fairy dust.”

  “She never would’ve stolen anything if not for that terrible addiction.”

  “And the arsons? She had been out of her mind because of the drug!”

  I have half a wing to fly over to them and set the record straight. Spring was the one to mention fairy dust to me, and no, I didn’t have to go out of my way to become a supplier, but still. I never forced Spring to do anything. She’s the thief, the arsonist. She’s the one who hurt people, but they’re acting like she wouldn’t have done any of that without the fairy dust, and honestly, I’m not so sure about that. Spring showed signs of crazy even when she hadn’t been under the influence of the drug.

  With a smirk, I fix my lacy crop top that showed off my lean, trim waist and wiggle my fingers at the fairies. Their eyes grow enormously wide, and I blow them a kiss before flying off.

  Off campus entirely.

  I need a break.

  Maybe I should try to talk to Rosemary. My twin, though, is as light as those girls wanted to make Spring out to be. Rosemary does everything right, and I do everything wrong, but I honestly don’t care. I won’t change who I am to please anyone. I’m me, and what you see is what you get.

  My wings carry me for a good bit before I decide that I’m hungry. My gaze falls on Sparks and Stones. A sign out front promises off the wing good food. That’s quite an endorsement, almost too good. I almost fly on by when I linger, looking through the window.

  Toward the back, in the corner, is a sizzling hot guy with black hair, dark eyes, and a killer smile. He’s like no one else I’ve seen before, and I’m drawn to him already. Even through the window, he radiates a kind of power that I crave.

  Feeling like I’m floating, I head inside. Illuminated candles float in the air, giving the room a peaceful glow. A faint mist covers the legs of the tables and chairs, all of the furniture almost appearing to be on stilts.

  It’s perfect.

  The host beams at me. “What a lovely, exquisite creature you are! I never forget a face, but you’ve never been here before, have you?” He clucks his tongue and holds out his hand.

  I give him my hand and smile as he kisses my knuckles. What a flirt. Still, I grin at him even if my gaze flickers to that dark, mysterious hottie in the corner. “I’ve never been here before, no.”

  “Do have the Sparked Champagne. There’s a ring in every cup.” He glances around. “Don’t tell me you’re here alone, are you?”

  “I’m here with someone,” I say.

  “Who?”

  “He’s already seated.”

  The host follows my gaze. “You’re here with him?”

  “Yes.” I shrug, the right side of my lip curling into a half-smile. “He might not know it yet.”

  “Oh, I like you! I’m Birch.”

  “Bay.”

  “You’re going to come here a lot,” he murmurs to me, “and we’re going to be friends.”

  “If you say so.” I laugh and pat him on the shoulder before gliding over to Zoth.

  He doesn’t react at all as I claim the seat across from him, but the moment I do, I spy horns nearly hidden in his dark locks.

  He’s a demon.

  And even more so than that, he’s a demon I know.

  Because I run a little business to make cash. I don’t wear much at all for the camera, and the guy on my screen and I will talk dirty. Most of the time, they’ll jerk off.

  At first, all of the guys had been fairies, but two weeks ago, I expanded to include other clients, including a few angels even, if you can believe it.

  And then there had been my first demon.

  Zoth.

  From the beginning, there’s always been something about Zoth. I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been before. We started to do more video chats online, and soon, he asked me to stop doing it with other guys. I asked him to meet. Stupid maybe, but I was falling for him hard. He said okay. We set up a time and a place and everything, and he didn't show. He broke my heart.

  We hadn’t been dating or anything, but it really hurt. To prove to him and to myself that he meant nothing to me, I set up to do a video chat with another guy, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t even turn on my cam, but the more I thought about how much I cared for him and how much he hurt me, and you better believe that I was able to do it. Only he ended up being the one on my screen. He hacked the program so that if I ever did it again, it would cut to him. And we started to talk about feelings actually.

  For the most part, we worked things out, but I haven’t yet accepted his invitations to meet in person again. A part of me is scared yet that demons will be demons, that he’ll end up hurting me again, but here he is, looking even more sexy as fuck in person.

  “Hello, Zoth.”

  “Bay,” he murmurs, staring deep into my eyes. “Birch is right. You are a lovely, exquisite creature.”

  My breathing hitches. Somehow, he must’ve heard the host, but even I can’t hear Birch as he’s talking to a couple. Demons must have better hearing than fairies.

  I wonder what else demons can do better than fairies, espec
ially the males of both kinds.

  “May I?” I ask, reaching forward for his glass.

  He doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away, doesn’t give permission, but I still take his glass and enjoy a sip. If that’s the Sparked Champagne, then I want some even without the ring.

  “You like to take, don’t you, Bay?”

  “I take, yes, but I also might be willing to give to the right… person.”

  His lips twisted into a crooked smile that makes my heart race.

  A waitress flies over. “Can I get you anything?”

  “She’ll have two Sparked Champagnes. I’ll have a refill as well. And we’ll have cockatrice and dragon pie followed up by honey cakes.”

  “Excellent.” She flies off.

  I settle back in my seat. “You know how to treat a lady.”

  “You’re no lady,” he says.

  I do my best not to stiffen.

  Zoth somehow kicks up my legs so my feet are in his lap. He removes my heels and starts to massage my feet, making my toes curl. I’ve never been much of a foot person, but he’s already setting my nerve endings on fire.

  The waitress returns with our champagne, and I sip mine again and again until I drain the first.

  Zoth smirks. “Ladies are boring,” he murmurs.

  “I’m no lady,” I murmur back.

  “I know.” He shifts slightly, and my one foot brushes against him. I gasp. He’s harder than I’ve ever felt a fairy, and I couldn’t feel his length, but I have a feeling he’s huge.

  The food comes, and it’s as advertised. When the honey cakes come, I’ve had more than my fair share of champagne. Zoth motions for me to sit beside him, but I fall onto his lap. He ends up feeding me most of the dessert, and I line up my collection of four rings. They’re wet yet, from the champagne, but Zoth sucks off the last drops and places them on my finger. I shiver at the look in his eye.

  “Want to get out of here?” he murmurs.

  “Oh, yes,” I say, running my fingers through his hair, careful to stay away from his horns.

  He picks me up, my legs draped over his one arm, the other cradling me. I giggle as he flies off, and it’s only after we leave that I realize we didn’t pay.

  “I have a running tab,” he says.

  My eyes widen. Can he read my mind?

  If that’s the case, then he knows how I want to repay him.

  Zoth brings me to a hotel. We’re still in the realm of the fairies, so it’s not surprising he doesn’t take me to his place. Maybe he’ll bring me to the dominion of the demons one day.

  For now, I just settle on the bed, stretching out. Zoth is naked in seconds, but he shakes his head when I go to remove my clothes.

  “Leave them on,” he orders as he reaches down and cups my boobs. His fingers yank on my nipples through the material, and my head rolls back. “You like a bit of pain, don’t you?”

  “I like a guy who knows how to use his cock,” I tell him boldly.

  “Do you now?” He reaches down, checks my wetness, and smirks. “Someone’s a dark fairy, isn’t she?”

  “Just because someone knows what she wants doesn’t mean she’s dark. Means she’s smart.”

  “And not a lady,” he says as he plunges into me.

  I gasp at the intrusion. He’s so very hard and long. It’s painful, but he keeps on going, and I do want this. I am turned on, and the pain slowly eases.

  “Fuck, Bay,” he grunts as he pulls out. He yanks on my hips, turns me over, and takes me from behind.

  He's able to thrust even deeper now, and I rock back and forth, accepting him. My orgasm is strong, and he shudders against me. Even though I can feel his cum leak down my thighs, he keeps on going. Can he come a second time? No, and he gets me on the brink of a second orgasm before he collapses beside me.

  “You might not want to fall for me,” he murmurs as I snuggle up against him, his arm wrapping around me as he grips my ass.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t,” I tell him.

  Fairies can’t lie.

  Only the most powerful of fairies can tell little white lies.

  If there’s one thing I noticed with my wings darkening some, it’s that I’m coming closer to being able to tell those little white lies.

  Because I think I might already be falling for Zoth.

  2

  “Don’t leave,” Zoth tells me, brushing my hair back.

  We’ve been dating for a few months now, and I’m starting to spend more time with him than I do on campus. It’s driving Rosemary nuts that I’m never around, but I can’t help myself. Sex with Zoth is amazing, and I can’t fight it anymore. I’m getting into it deep with him.

  So very deep.

  “If you don’t want me to leave…” I grin at him.

  We’re in his bed at his house. It took all of a week before he brought me to his place. He actually has two houses. This one isn’t in the dominion of the demons. It’s close to the border between the fairies and the demons, but it’s actually on fairy land.

  As much as he likes to act like a big, tough demon, he has a soft spot for me, and I do for him too.

  My fingers run through his longish locks. “Let me pleasure you.”

  Zoth’s eyes shift from dark as sin to red. “You want to pleasure me?”

  “Yes.”

  I force him onto his back and suck on his neck and lick his nipples. He’s motionless beneath me, and I reach down and stroke his cock until he’s nice and hard. His eyes remain this deep, unsettling red. They’ve never changed color before. Is it because he’s turned on? But he’s not moving any. His cock, though, is as hard as ever.

  Hiding my confusion and worry, I impale myself on his cock. I'm wet, dripping wet. In all the time we've been together, he's never let me have the dominant position. I've never been on top before, and it takes me hardly any time at all to come, my walls squeezing his cock.

  Zoth grunts. He rolls us over, but then he pulls out of me and pushes me off the bed. His hand forces me down, bending me over the side, my ass high in the air. He kicks my legs apart, and he rams into me. His hands rub up and down my back before he slaps my ass.

  A groan slips out, and he laughs. "You like that, don't you?"

  I do, and I don’t, but he’s jackhammering into me. The rough, swift movement has the sheet rubbing against my clit, and when he slaps my ass hard again, I orgasm almost despite myself.

  “Yes, come again. Enjoy my fucking you.” He grips my shoulders, yanking and pulling so he’s able to get inside me that much deeper.

  With a loud groan, he empties himself in me.

  Sticky, covered in sweat, I just remain there, half on the bed, half off.

  Zoth chuckles. “Get dressed.”

  “I need to shower.”

  “There’s no time.”

  “No time? What are we doing?” I ask.

  He tosses my skimpy dress that’s basically lingerie at me. “You’ll find out when we get there.”

  “You know I love a good surprise.”

  I do wish I had a rag to wipe myself clean, but I’ll live. The clothes barely cover my ass, and everyone can see how slick my thighs are. One look, one sniff, and people will know what I’ve been up to.

  So what? Sex isn’t a crime.

  Zoth takes my hand, and we fly out of there. To my surprise, we head toward the land of the humans.

  “What are we doing?” I ask.

  “We need something here.”

  “Like what?” I’m confused. The fairy realm has a host of flowers and animals that don’t exist in the land of the humans, but I believe every flora and fauna in the land of the humans is also in the fairy realm.

  Except for humans.

  Zoth has us land, and he snaps his fingers. We both look far more human now, and I notice that his eyes are dark again.

  I start to move forward, but he touches my long white hair. “You would look so much better with black hair,” he murmurs.

  “The thought has crossed my
mind.”

  “Do it,” he hisses, and I can feel his influence wash over me.

  What the fuck? He’s trying to compel me to do his bidding. Has he done that before? Doubtful. I’m sure I would’ve noticed, but maybe in the throes of passion, I might be more, ah, open to suggestions.

  The thought makes my stomach turn.

  But then he’s back to smiling and playfully tugging me to him. He kisses me deeply, and when I draw back, he nuzzles his nose against mine, and I’m utterly confused. Maybe I’m imagining things. I need to stop being so uptight.

  “What are we here for?” I ask.

  He stares down at me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I could take you right here.”

  A thrill races through me, and even though we're near a place where several people are walking their dogs, he leans me against a tree and takes me right then and there. Others do notice. Some are visibly uncomfortable, but one woman keeps looking away before glancing over again, and a group of guys isn't even disguising the fact that they're watching.

  I don’t mind. It’s even hotter to know others are watching. Zoth has a hand on my ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise as he rams into me. Even though I’m even more excited than normal, it takes him forever to come, not that I’m complaining.

  After he finishes, he helps to adjust my clothes, and the guys head our way.

  “Feel like we should pay for that show,” one of them says.

  The others laugh.

  Zoth eyes me. “She’s mine,” he hisses.

  The tallest guy, the one on the right, adjusts himself. He has a decent-sized bulge, not that I’m interested.

  “Come on.” His eyes red, Zoth grabs my hand, and to my surprise, he marches us over to the woman who had been discreetly watching us.