Pixie of Frankenstein

by Scarlet Hyacinth

  Honestly, I would have been concerned, but the Fairy Godfather had ensured us this was absolutely normal. Both Victor and Philippe had carried the curse for too long, and they were used to being shifters. Having it taken away would hurt them, even if they didn’t realize it now. I trusted him, even if he had never explained exactly how he and Anelah knew each other.

  In the end, the royal family led us to the palace exit themselves. They assured us once more that we were welcome anytime in Morganna. Still, I had to admit I was to a certain extent relieved when we finally got in our carriage and left. Not that I didn’t like Snow and his family, but I looked forward to going back to my own home.

  “So now what?” Victor asked Philippe. “Where to?”

  Philippe shrugged. “Maybe I’ll travel. I’ve always wanted to do so, but I’ve been bound to the castle waiting for my true love.” He smirked lightly and threw a look out of the carriage window. “I’m beginning to believe that there’s a higher chance for that to happen if I actually take matters into my own hands.”

  For the first time, I realized how much the lives of the two brothers would change. No longer plagued by the curse that had defined their existences for so long, they were now free to explore whatever they wanted. Victor had me, and a potential home we could create together, but Philippe wasn’t so lucky.

  Outside, a rainbow-colored flash alerted us that Bowie was up to his old tricks. The carriage stopped, and we glanced at each other with a measure of confusion, mixed with exasperation.

  Shrugging, Victor opened the carriage door and stepped out. As I followed, I found myself facing a familiar sight. We were in front of Victor’s castle, the castle gates as always guarded by the gargoyles. The difference was that the courtyard was almost unnaturally cheerful, flooded by Victor’s friends and family. Even Kirril and Dineiro were here, having apparently prepared a party of sorts.

  “Oh, dear,” Philippe said. “It seems this is my cue to leave.”

  “No, you don’t,” Victor’s mother said, rushing through the gates. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? We’re celebrating the breaking of the curse today, and you’re not getting out of it.”

  Philippe grumbled, but couldn’t escape his mother’s clutches. Besides, the Morgannian carriage driver who’d been meant to take us up to the Merlinian border had mysteriously vanished, and when Philippe left the vehicle, so did the carriage itself. It seemed that, this time around, our fate was sealed.

  For my part, I couldn’t bring myself to protest. As I walked into the palace courtyard, I immediately went to my friends. I hadn’t admitted it to Kirril, but I’d been worried about Dineiro as well.

  Thankfully, my dragon friend looked better than ever. He was holding his mate’s hand, beaming brightly. Vesper was by his side with Count Vlad and, naturally, surrounded by Vlad’s sisters.

  “I guess congratulations are in order,” my bunny friend said. For once, he was in human form and actually wearing clothes, probably a courtesy for all the guests. “You look a little strange like this.”

  “Gee thanks,” I said, not bothering to suppress the urge to throw pixie dust in his face. He winced and averted his gaze.

  “It looks like some things never change,” Dineiro said, grinning.

  His words made me smile as well, and for the next couple of hours, I allowed myself to enjoy that knowledge, the realization that we were beginning a new life, with old and new friends.

  Our guests left shortly after sundown, when they could see with their own eyes that Victor and Philippe wouldn’t change into their feline forms. Victor insisted for his brother to sleep over, but Philippe refused. “I really must be on my way,” he said. “The road is calling to me.”

  Victor looked like he’d have liked to keep his brother with him for a while longer, but he didn’t insist. It was probably for the best. Sometimes, people just had to follow their own instincts, as much as they followed the Path of Fate. Rapunzel had done so, and the result had been a pretty positive one if I did say so myself. All right, so his problems weren’t over yet, but I had no doubt that, in time, he and Medwin would solve their issues. He had been the reason why we’d stayed in Camelot for so long, but now, we had faith that Medwin would be able to take care of him.

  My mate provided his brother with a mount, and as his brother’s silhouette disappeared into the darkness beyond the castle gates, Victor and I headed inside. “Do you think he’ll find what he’s looking for?” Victor asked.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I hope he does. Everyone deserves to have a love like ours.”

  Victor nodded and lifted me in his arms. “What say we finally celebrate it in our own bed?”

  Our bed. I liked that. “I’d say it’s a wonderful idea,” I replied with a smirk.

  As we headed up the staircase, we passed Igor, who smiled at us and wished us goodnight. The gargoyles were with him, and on impulse, I threw a “thank you” over my shoulder. In a way, they’d been the ones to bring me to Victor, something I’d be grateful for all my life. Igor just chuckled and disappeared on a different corridor. I made a mental note to ask the gargoyles to find someone for him, too.

  Beyond mental notes and well-wishes for others, I still remained the same not-so-nice and sometimes selfish pixie. As such, I felt very relieved when, at last, my mate carried me into our room.

  No longer did these quarters look ominous or in any way creepy. Something had changed. A new light shone over the mysterious castle, and even here, in Victor’s rooms, there was a new feeling of brightness, of hope. As Victor placed me down on the bed, I couldn’t help but laugh, my heart so light I thought I’d start floating without even moving my wings.”

  Victor narrowed his eyes at me. “May I know what amuses you so much?”

  “It’s not amusement,” I answered, “not really. Just…happiness.”

  His expression softened, our bond glowing with his emotions and mine. “I know how you feel, lovely. I know exactly how you feel.”

  The wonderful thing was that he did, indeed, know. When he said that, they weren’t just words, but truth, his truth and mine, the reality of our connection.

  In that moment, the only thing I wanted was to have him in my arms again. We’d barely had time for each other since the night before Medwin’s supposed wedding. Of course, we collapsed together in bed every evening, but we never got to spend as much time together as we’d have liked. Handling the chaos that had followed Anelah’s capture had taken a lot out of us. After all, Rapunzel might have ridden to Medwin’s assistance, but he was still a lone Merlinian among all the Arthurians, and he had truly needed a friend while he struggled to get accustomed to Camelot. Fortunately, Medwin now lavished him attention, and once Rapunzel had grown a little more comfortable with his new surroundings, we’d finally been free to leave.

  And now, Victor and I were at last together, alone, in this place where it had all begun. We’d met when I’d been a pixie, and he a shape-shifter feline, but it hadn’t mattered. Against all odds and, granted, with some outside assistance, we’d found a solution to our predicament. There was nothing that could separate us now.

  As always, Victor guessed my thoughts and my need. Slowly, he started to take off his elegant shirt, stripping and putting up quite a show for me. I watched him with greedy eyes, not even knowing what to look at first. I hesitated to glance away from his hypnotizing eyes, but his body beckoned to me. I craved to suck on his nipples, to trace the lines of his rippling abs with my tongue until I reached his groin, and the prize hidden beneath his pants.

  “Just hearing your thoughts drives me wild,” Victor whispered huskily, his nimble fingers now busily working on his laces.

  Normally, my lack of sexual experience kept me from moving as quickly as Victor, but the heat and need between us urged me into motion. I rushed to take off my boots, and then frantically progressed toward my shirt and pants. Unfortunately, I had to direct my focus on my garments, which forced me to look away fr
om Victor, but the end result was more than worth it. When I finally managed to win the battle with my garments, I glanced up, only to see my mate my succeeded in his quest as well.

  He was now completely nude, and scanning me from head to toe with greedy eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he told me as he joined me on the bed.

  “Nothing compared to you,” I answered before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

  There was nothing on Avalon that could possibly compare to Victor’s kiss, his touch. When he thrust his tongue in my mouth, I imagined his dick in my ass. When he tweaked my nipples with his talented fingers, I could almost feel those same digits sliding into my channel, stretching me. His caresses blurred the line between reality and fantasy. I didn’t want it to ever end, and to my good fortune, it didn’t.

  Instead, it grew, our passion burning brighter, feeding off itself, and threatening to consume us. I clutched Victor’s shoulders, seeking an anchor, trying to tame my need for him, and at the same time aware that I could never do it. When we broke the kiss, I gasped for air, my mind whirling with his desire and mine.

  It was this need that urged me to push me off me and climb on top of him, mindlessly grinding my ass against his erection. His hands landed on my hips, not even trying to deter me from my purpose. “I want to see you ride me, Larue,” he murmured.

  Images of what he craved flashed through his mind and into mine, echoing my own fantasies. With trembling hands, I reached for the bedside table where a bottle of oil waited.

  We’d never used this particular vial before. It had been there for Victor, and the times he touched himself, although I never hung around when that happened. In fact, I’d never dared to touch it at all, and I almost dropped it when I took it in my hand, not because it was particularly slippery, but due to my own nervousness.

  He gave me time, watching me with those penetrating eyes that so often assessed the scientific potential of an item. Even if he looked calm, underneath the façade, his mind had succumbed to a whirlwind of desire. He seemed to be trying to catalogue my every attribute, his lust for me the only string binding together otherwise incoherent thoughts. So beautiful…my mate…my Larue…glowing…silky skin…I wondered if he would ever realize that he was the beautiful one, the strongest and bravest mate in existence.

  No matter what happened, that was a clear, central fact of my existence. I wanted to show that to Victor. I wanted to make him see just how much he meant to me. And because no words could possibly illustrate the depth of my emotion, I chose to prove it through my actions.

  Uncapping the vial, I poured a generous amount of liquid on my fingers and reached for his dick. He groaned as my fist enclosed his hard cock, his eyes drifting closed as pleasure burst through him. I couldn’t help but moan as well, my own prick leaking pre-cum on his abdomen and demanding to be let in on the fun.

  Victor reached for my poor, aching member, but I slapped his hand away. If he touched me, it would be all over, and I had to have him inside me before that happened. Even my cock agreed with that, in spite of the fact that it meant having to wait a little.

  As I finished slicking my mate’s dick, I proceeded to the next and hopefully final step before I could take Victor inside me. Using more oil, I reach behind myself and slid two fingers inside my channel. It didn’t feel as good as when Victor touched me there, but that was partially the point.

  I did my best to be as quick as possible while preparing myself, but my plan backfired spectacularly as Victor’s lust flooded our connection. “You want to drive me insane, don’t you?” he asked. “There’s no way I can preserve my reason when I watch you do that.”

  “You sound pretty coherent and rational to me,” I answered, panting. And truly, I needed to do something about that. If he could utter such long phrases when we were in bed together, I was doing something wrong. Then again, his desire for me already had me breathless. It didn’t seem to matter that those were my fingers inside my ass. Because of our connection, they felt like his.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Retrieving my digits from my body, I positioned my opening over Victor’s hard dick and pressed down.

  It was a miracle that I didn’t come on the spot. It might have been because for a second there, I actually thought I was dreaming. Even the burn of the entrance seemed like something surreal, out of this world.

  But as my mate seated himself inside me, I became aware of each and every emotion and sensation our coupling triggered. I felt full, but not only in a physical way. It was as if Victor’s presence, his affection and desire for me, flowed into my body and my mind through my connection with him.

  I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to let it all settle, to open myself and accept everything Victor offered. But no matter how much I might have wanted to control myself and the moment, to prolong our union, I couldn’t hope to achieve my goal, not when everything inside me and him demanded more.

  Now uncaring about anything else but Victor, I lifted my hips and then shoved myself back down. We both groaned as the friction and the heat birthed rapture inside us. In that moment, there was nothing left in the world but the two of us, our need for each other, and our hopes and dreams.

  Sensual energy rippled over my body as I fucked myself on his cock. His strong hands guided me down and his hips moved in a staccato rhythm, meeting my every motion. We fell in the familiar dance of passion, our thoughts mingling until I couldn’t even tell the difference between them. So tight…so beautiful…so hot…so good…so deep…Emotions and ideas swirled inside my mind, his and mine, the bond between the two of us shining brighter than ever. Then again, perhaps that was the pixie dust falling all over us from my wings. I really couldn’t be sure, since I had no way to distinguish between what physically happened, and what occurred within me, through my connection with Victor.

  It went on and on, although for how long, I couldn’t have said. Time and space faded and stopped having any meaning. I was so close now, so very close that I could practically feel my orgasm, just beyond my reach.

  And then, Victor thrust one last time inside me, so hard my teeth rattled. His voice appeared in my mind, strikingly clear and distinctive. “Come for me, Larue.”

  That final whisper was my undoing. Arching my back, I came, splattering my lover’s chest with my spunk. Victor was right behind me, and wet heat filled my clenching channel as he found his peak. Feeling his pleasure in every inch of my body, trembling with the intensity of my own climax, I allowed my magic to flow over both of us, claiming Victor as my mate.

  It was both carnal and pure, a moment of complete perfection, no longer shrouded by doubts, fears, and curses. And the best thing of all was that I knew that this would only be the first of many such moments, days, weeks, and hopefully years we’d spend together, sometimes making love, other times working together to figure out one of Victor’s inventions, or perhaps even building a family. After all, Dineiro’s ability to birth children wasn’t unique among Merlinian men.

  As I at last started to recover from the trance of my pleasure, I collapsed in my mate’s embrace, completely spent. Victor’s dick slid from my ass, and while that made me experience a pang of loss, the displeasure vanished as my mate hugged me tightly.

  “Children?” he asked, sounding a little puzzled, but also excited. “I’m not sure I’d know what to do with a child.”

  I laughed and kissed his cheek. “You’d make a wonderful father. But don’t worry about it. We have plenty of time to build a family. You still have the m-mail device to perfect.”

  Victor grinned. “That can wait for a bit. Do you know my first priority?”

  My eyes widened as the reply to his question slid into my mind from his. “Victor…”

  Victor’s eyes were warm and gentle. “I know we haven’t exactly had a wedding like other people do, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still celebrate it.”

  He slid out of the bed and went to his wardrobe, where he retrieved a small, wo
oden box. As he brought it to the bed, my heart started to beat so fast I almost thought it would burst. By rights, I shouldn’t have been so nervous—we were already mates—but for some reason, this moment held special important to me.

  Victor opened the box, revealing a ring resting in a velvet casing. It was small, delicate, but it glittered with priceless gems and was probably worth as much as this entire castle. “This ring is an heirloom from my father,” he explained as he retrieved it. “There were only three of them ever made. My mother has one, and the other is with Philippe. It’s meant to be worn by our chosen life companion, and I want you to have it.”

  I wanted to scream “yes,” but words failed me. Fortunately, our bond helped me, revealing my response to Victor. He took my hand and gently slid the ring on my finger. It was a perfect fit.

  Victor kissed my hand, whispering, “Thank you. Thank you for doing me this honor, for agreeing to be mine.”

  At that, my tongue finally untangled. “I was already yours,” I replied. “I have been from the very beginning.”

  “Well, you’ve now been given an official place in the Frankenstein royal family.” He smiled. “My father’s still a prince over a part of Merlinia, you know. I’m quite a catch.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. “That you are, Victor. I’m a very lucky man.”

  As I spoke, I admired my new ring. Larue Frankenstein. I liked the way it sounded. When I looked at Victor again, I decided to prove it. Pouncing on my mate, I pressed my lips to Victor’s once again. Victor immediately responded, and, all night long, we proceeded to celebrate my new status, but most of all, our mating and our love. And when I finally surrendered to slumber, exhausted, I did so with a smile, because I was in his arms. No matter what happened, that would never change.

  THE END

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