by A C Wilds
“I want you to know that even if our union wasn’t initially our idea, I want it. I want you. All of you. I’ve wanted you with every cell in my body since the first time I saw you at breakfast your first morning here. I just was trying to fight it since I’ve been without this feeling for over 500 years. It terrified me, and I wasn’t sure I could trust it, but I trust it now. I will give you whatever you need, and I will help you to achieve whatever goal you set. Just let me be this for you, Azra. Let me be the man I know I can, and want to be,” he says into my mouth. His breath is so close to my lips that I feel the tickle it causes. This is his confession. His truth. I can feel that he wants this more than anything. I do too. I’ve wanted him ever since I saw him next to the table in the dining hall.
“Just stop talking, and kiss me again,” I say in a taunting voice. He obliges, but this time pushes me onto the bed. His weight is so satisfying on top of me. I can feel my body responding to his. The feel of his hands on me and his lips clashing against mine is making me feel light headed and euphoric. I am getting wet down below, and I can feel the bulge of him pressing against my leg. All these clothes are driving me crazy. I want to feel his bare skin on mine. No, I need to feel it.
“Take off your clothes,” I pant.” I want to see all of you.”
He doesn’t respond but slowly takes off his shirt. It’s like looking at a god. His chest is chiseled to perfection. I run my hands along the peaks and valleys of his washboard abs. His nipples are pert and ready to be sucked. I lean up and take one into my mouth as he groans against me. He pushes me back on the bed and then stands. Keeping eye contact, he beings to open his pants. My pulse quickens, and I start to feel the anticipation of his cock inside of me. It’s all so much, this wanting. I have never felt this type of desire before.
His underwear comes off next. When his glorious hard shaft pops free of the boxer briefs my eyes go wide. My mouth waters, and I begin to get hot all over. There is no more waiting; I will have him inside me now. I crawl over to the end of the bed and reach out. I grab his silky member in my hands and begin to stroke him. I look up at him from my hands and knees and give him a wicked grin.
“Come closer so I can taste you,” I growl. It is more of a command than a request. I don’t know when I decided to get so bold, but it feels right with him. Like he enjoys me being in charge. He tentatively steps toward me. He knows what he is doing to me and is happy about it. When he reaches my mouth, I flick my tongue out and graze the top of him. I feel his hand come up and hover near my head. He wants this just as much as I do. Slowly, I lick my lips as I look up at him. I wrap them around the top of him and inch my hot wet mouth over him. He lets out this guttural moan that makes my pussy twitch with anticipation. As all of him becomes sheathed inside of me I stop for just a second and let out my own moan, creating a vibration against him. He can’t hold back any longer. His hand slides into my hair, and he gives a slight tug. He wants more, and I am happy to oblige. I begin to move up and down. He gets tense and hisses through his lips. I lean further back on my legs and reach my other hand up to cup his balls in my hand. I massage them as I deep throat him and humm again. It causes him to thrust forward and hold my head still.
“If you don’t stop, I am going to come inside your mouth, and I want to be buried inside you when I let go,” he stumbles out.
I withdraw his cock from my mouth and sit all the way up. “So, take off my fucking clothes, and put that huge cock inside me,” I deadpan. Who is this person I am becoming? I used to blush saying words like this. Now they feel as natural as the feeling of him inside my mouth.
He wastes no time with answering my command. He pulls me up on the bed in a standing position. His hands are all over me pulling at my shirt and tugging down my pants and underwear. I stand before him naked, and he drinks me in with his gaze. His hands come up and cup my breasts as I lean into his touch. I expose my neck to him so he can suck at my pulse point. Gods, he feels so good. His left hand releases my breast as his right tweaks the nipple. His lonely hand finds the thick curls I have below and slips in between the wet folds. He gets his fingers lubed up with my natural arousal and starts to rub on my clit. A thousand pinpricks claw up my body and I whimper. I can feel him smile against my skin.
“You like that?” How about I slip inside you and see how long it takes you to come all over me?”
I don’t respond, but instead crawl back on the bed and lay down. I watch him come towards me and lean into my body. He nudges my legs open and presses his body over mine. I can feel the softness of his cock against the wetness of my cunt. He wastes no time and lines us up. Before he moves again, he looks into my eyes. There are a thousand things he could say in this moment, but his stare says it all. We are mates. I can feel it in my soul. He then thrusts inside me with such intensity that my eyes roll back, and I cry out. He begins to move, and the world is a blur. Our union is so much more than sex. It is a grand experience waking up things inside of me that I didn’t know were there. I can feel every inch of him on me. His shaft is getting caught on all the ridges inside me. It’s blissful sliding in and out of my wet pussy. It doesn’t take long for me to come. I explode from all sides clenching around him. He leans up and starts to rub my sensitive nub as I come down from my climax. It makes all those sensations start back up again and before I know it, I am coming again. This time he is right behind me grabbing onto my hips and pushing deep in me one last time.
Mate. I hear in my head as he finishes making my already soaked core dripping.
Panting, he rolls off of me. We are both staring straight up, taking a minute to catch our breath. “That was incredible,” he says, turning toward me. He has a huge grin on his face like he just got the last piece of pie.
“It was. I have never had something so intense before.” I agree, because I can’t lie now. “Did you feel that between us? I can’t really describe it, but it felt like something clicked together. Like a piece of a puzzle I didn’t know I had fell into place. It was intense and beautiful. It woke something up in my soul.”
He takes a second to think over what he is going to say. Should I tell her what happened? Will she freak out and run away? He says this in his mind. I know it because it’s similar to how Red talks to me.
I already know. I say back in my thoughts, sending them over to him.
His eyes get huge, and he looks over at me like he can’t believe it. “How did you know?” he says out loud.
“You mean besides you stating it before you came? I felt it. My soul told me. I know it sounds weird, but it’s the truth.”
“It doesn’t sound weird at all. I know exactly what you mean. I didn’t think it was possible for me. After almost 600 years alone, I thought it was never going to happen.” He then gets a look of urgency in his face. “We must not tell anyone. This could put you in even more danger than you already are.”
“What do you mean, danger? I knew I was in a shit situation, but I didn’t think I was in any danger.” I say, sitting up.
“There are enemies at the court. People who do not want change, my father included. They want to keep things as they have been for over 2,000 years, and you are the only thing standing in the way of that.”
“So why not get rid of me altogether? It seems quite ridiculous to betroth me to the heir of the Seelie Court if I am such a threat.”
“It’s the only way to keep both sides happy. It ties you to the magic of the court, and it keeps you with your title intact, even if you never would get a chance to actually use it.”
“That makes no sense. How can the magic of the court prevent me from changing anything?”
“Once you pick a side, that is the side that will rule the Earth and have control over the Faerie portals until the next Changer comes along. By marrying into the court, it means you are picking a side.”
“So, your father is taking my choice away. He was going to blackmail me into choosing his side without giving me the knowledge he was doing so. That fucking
bastard!” I start to get hot again all over. It comes quicker this time. It feels different too. There is an electricity to it. I feel a tingle creeping down my hands instead of the warmth I’ve felt before. It happens so quick, but my hands fly out of my own accord and lighting pours from my fingertips in a bright stream. It strikes the chair in the corner and blows it apart like it was made out of matchsticks.
“Holy fucking shit! What did I just do?” I shriek. I can’t believe that just happened!
“It seems like our mating gave you some of my powers. That’s particularly interesting. I wondered what other powers might manifest, but I didn’t foresee this happening. We are going to have to work on your control though. You can’t just go around and blow up things.”
“I need a drink, and maybe a joint. This is fucking ridiculous. I don’t think my heart can take much more of this.” I throw myself back on the bed with an exasperated sigh.
Chapter 15
Fake it ‘till You Make it
Azra
The morning comes too quickly. I roll over and look for Cass, but he is gone and only his scent lingers on the sheets. I lay there for a minute thinking about all that happened yesterday. It really was an amazing day, all things considered. I still can’t believe that Cass and I are mated. I never got to ask him anything more about it, since we decided to repeat our first time another two times last night. It was magical in every sense of the word.
I pull back the covers and stand up. There is a note on the side table next to the water pitcher. It says:
Every part of me wanted to stay. It’s just not safe. See you at the stables. Remember, no matter what happens, or what is said today, you have all of me.
It’s not signed. I guess he is serious when he says it could be dangerous for us to be together. I wonder what this is going to mean going forward? I like Cass, I really do. My feelings about all that is happening here hasn’t changed though. I hope he will be true to his word and help me fix things. He seems to fill a void that was inside me, but it doesn’t feel complete; almost like there is room for more.
I shake off my thoughts and go through the motions of getting dressed. I promised Red I’d come down to see him, but I am hungry. I didn’t really eat much last night considering the company, and I feel weak and a bit exhausted from all the exercise I got with Cass. I make my way into the kitchens to see if I can maybe take some food from the fridge or pantry. I do not want to see that fucker Michael today.
Getting there seems to be a routine for me, so when I push past the doors, no one looks up at me. Dot is standing in the corner talking to another woman, so I walk over to them.
“Morning! Hey Dot, do you know where I can get something to eat? I don’t have time to get to the dining room. I’m heading out to start training with Red today,” I say to her sweetly, with the best smile I can manage. The other girl looks over at me like I have 42 heads. I guess a lot of the Fae don’t come down here.
“Sure, let me show you where the extra food is stored, so you can just pop in and grab something quick. We leave a buffet out almost 24 hours for the guards and servants who work overnight. We all can’t make it to the table most days,” she says with a bit of sadness, like this is something she’d love to have happen.
“You all work in shifts then?” I ask, as she leads me to the area with the food. I want to know more about what they go through here. If I am going to live up to my name and make any kind of change, I need to know where to start.
“Not exactly. We are all given tasks when we were procured. When I came to live here about 10 years ago, I started out as an apprentice maid. I have worked my way up to being a lady in waiting, but my job is to be on call 24/7 in case I am needed. Most of the positions are like that. We work when we have to, take short breaks to eat, and sleep as much as we can get in.”
“I see, so who else do you work for besides me?”
“No one. My promotion went into effect when you came. I am happy to say that I am available to you whenever you should need.”
I smile at her. She is proud of her status, and I don’t want to take that from her. Sometimes you need to let others understand that you appreciate them, even if what they are doing is wrong. Even if this whole system is totally fucked up. “Dot, you sound like an amazing lady. I just want you to know that I won’t call on you unless it is absolutely necessary.” I lean in closer to whisper, “I don’t agree with what is being done here. Since I can’t change things right now, just know that I am going to do everything in my power to make your life easier until I can.”
I pull back and watch the shocked look on her face. She doesn’t respond, but nods her head, and gestures to the huge food table that is laid out before us. It's like a continental breakfast at a hotel. I grab a bagel with some butter and a coffee. There is fruit, so I take an apple for Red. Turning to Dot, I give her a wink and walk off. I eat as I am walking through the grounds. It really is beautiful here. The morning sun is high in the sky. There are birds chirping, and the gardeners are hard at work tending to the many flower beds. The path to the stables is free of people, and as I approach I can hear the whining of horses. My pulse speeds up, and I quicken my pace.
Stepping into the barn, I go straight for Red’s stall. He is lazily looking out the window they put in the back of his pen. I can see the palace from here. It looks so beautiful and welcoming. Not like the ugly creatures that live there.
Morning, Azra. Red says in my head
“Morning Red. You ready to ride today?” I say out loud. If we are going to fool everyone, I have to talk to him out loud like I do to every other horse.
Seems like you took my advice and found your mate. He turns as he says this and almost gives me a horsey smirk, if horses could smirk. I do see a bit of teeth though.
I open up the pen and step in with his halter. I walk up right next to him and begin to slip it on. No reason to be cautious anymore. If he doesn’t like something, he can just tell me. Once I am close enough, I whisper in his ear. “Haha, very funny, Red. But yes, if you must know, Cass and I, well we, um, we…mated. There I said it. Happy now?”
I’m very happy that you have found your first. You being embarrassed is irrelevant to our bond. I don’t view you as a lesser, and you should have confidence in yourself to know you made the right choice. The Seelie Prince will be an important part of our escape.
I mull over what he is saying. I want to continue the conversation, but I don’t want anyone to overhear. There is a lot of activity going on right now. Horses being brought out for the day and stalls being cleaned. I look around for Greyson, but he isn’t here. It surprises me that I’m a bit bothered by that.
“Alright Red, let's get you on some cross ties and get you tacked up. We have a full day of training,” I say, just for the benefit of the other stable hands. Red just laughs in my mind. Maybe I’m being a bit overly shouty.
I get Red groomed and tacked and head toward the round pen outside the stables. I’m going to do a join-up with Red to take the suspicion off of us. People are going to start questioning why a horse that has never been ridden is suddenly able to jump a course. I wish I would have known that yesterday. It makes this look like a very unusual situation.
“Alright Red, we are gonna do a join-up.” I whisper into his ear, as I am unlatching the gate into the pen. “Do you know what that is?”
Of course, I do. I am a superior being remember? I know most of the basic horse training skills, even if I have never done any of them.
“Perfect, just don’t do it too well. Give me some resistance so it looks believable that we are able to successfully complete it. If we have to stay low key, we need to keep our special bond tucked away,” I say, still speaking quietly in his ear.
Join ups have always been my favorite. It’s a time when a handler gets to make a connection with a new horse. It’s a way for the human to communicate in horse language that he or she is the leader of the herd, and that the horse is safe in their hands. I push Re
d out on the lead by stepping forward toward him. I use the end of the lead to make a whirling motion like I’m getting ready to toss a lasso. This keeps the horse in movement. Keeping my posture certain and sure, I start to get him to move forward in a circle. We do a few laps around until I get him to move on his own. I relax my posture and keep him moving with just my presence. I see out of the corner of my eye, we have an audience. I pull back on the lead a bit, and this causes him to stop. It’s perfect. If they want a show, I’m going to give it to them. I stand tall and move forward. Using the end of the lunge lead, I click my tongue at him to move again. He startles, and takes a quick hop forward, but doesn’t move. Good job, Red! He’s behaving like a horse who has never been lunged before. It’s a green horse move that is perfect for our situation, so we continue our charade. I push at him, walking forward with my chest puffed out a little. I am in command, yet my shoulders are relaxed. I am giving him the no-fucks vibe. He needs to know I’m in control and will take care of everything for him. I’m going to be the one he looks to when he is scared or confused or when he needs reassurance. I just have to get him to trust me. He starts to move again. He picks up a nice canter and is soon doing multiple laps around the pen. I intercept him and make him move in the opposite direction. Once he completes a couple of go arounds, I stand still in the middle and wait for him to stop. Once he has come to a complete stop I give him my back, drop the lunge line and wait. I can hear him behind me, breathing heavy and snorting through his nose. I peak over my shoulder and see his head is low. He is smacking his lips and his tongue has come out a bit. He’s reached submission. He’s showing me that I am now in control. I feel his nose on my shoulder next, and his warm breath in my ear. I whisper, “Good boy. That was amazing. You were perfect.”
