by Misty Kayn
Rain’s eyes were open to half-mast. Hot and aroused, she practically melted under me. Her body relaxed and trusting, she let me do whatever I wanted. Mother of the Fae, I loved that about her. “You’re…” I swallowed the rest. I couldn’t tell her how perfect she was when I knew I couldn’t give her what she wanted. But I could give her some loving, and maybe she’d settle down for the next two days. Maybe we’d both settle.
I jerked my hips forward.
My cock slid inside.
I closed my eyes as I closed the distance to the hilt while Rain held her breath. She released it, and I caught it inside my mouth. It was sweet and lovely and perfect, and I wanted to keep her under me like this forever with her pussy walls closing tightly around my cock.
Jeans around my ankles, I jerked my hips and kept close to her, kept kissing her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and her neck where I bit down. She let me fuck her like a dog with quick thrusts. Her pussy fluttered around me, and I fucked her faster. When I couldn’t get enough, I leaned back so I could see my cock sliding in and out. Then I bent my knees and thrust. She lifted a leg and placed it on top of the bed.
“Yeah,” I uttered when she opened up for me. I rubbed her clit and pinched. “How is it, baby? Is it better?”
“It’s big, Titan, too big for my little.”
I groaned. I was gonna split her open. I moved my hips in short, fast thrusts, rutting on top of her, and when her moans rose and she started screaming, I pinched her clit again. “Come.”
She shattered all over my cock and went deliciously limp. A well-worn-out girl. I didn’t stop, I couldn’t; I had to get off. It’d keep me in check. I took my cock and jerked off the rest. If I could do this, keep the wraiths away from her, keep her from responding to my mating call, I’d keep her with me. Two days until it was over.
Ten
Titan’s cum trailed down my back. I grabbed paper towels from the stand attached to the bed and started wiping. His hand closed over mine and helped clean me up. I wiggled my dress over my bare ass and felt every minute thread of the soft fabric brush over my sore behind. My knees shook. I couldn’t sit, and I couldn’t walk. The wig that got me this far with Titan threatened to fall off the table. A royal mess. I reached and fixed the wig back on my head making sure all my unruly curls fit under the cap. Then, I turned around…and didn’t know what to say. My heart still thudded in my ears. I had sex with my boss. Finally. I smiled.
Titan barked laughter. He didn’t wear a shirt, and his biceps played havoc with my feelings when they flexed to close the top button of his jeans. As he brought his eyes to mine and his hands rested on either side of the bed, effectively caging me between them, I leaned my ass on the edge of the bed and kissed his jaw. He shaved every morning, and he smelled of his wild forest soap along with a scent that was his alone. I slid my palms over his biceps, his forearms, and his chest, then back up and around his neck. I intertwined my fingers behind his neck and met his lips with mine. The best part about all this? He let me.
I wanted to do cartwheels. My heart certainly wheeled; the butterflies in my stomach didn’t stop fluttering. Euphoria, I thought, the feeling of extreme happiness.
“How do you like your office?” he asked and kissed my neck.
“I love it.”
“Are you gonna stay in your office?”
“Yes, Titan.”
“And you’ll behave yourself, not try to move tables, sic evil pets on me, and, most importantly, not challenge me in front of my people.”
“Yes, Titan.”
He lifted his head. “Those yeses are coming all too easy. I’m becoming suspicious.”
I shrugged. “Need a new desk and some fae to butcher at the groin area. Yes, Titan?” I asked.
“Titan isn’t my name.”
My eyes widened. “It’s not? I thought it was a titled name, same as saying the King of Fae.”
“Titan is a title. I am the Titan of the Dark Fae.” He shuddered. “The King of Fae killed my father before I killed him, so Titan is what we’re left with.”
In all the years I’d worked for him, I’d never had a chance to ask. He was into his morning ritual, and I respected it, didn’t pry into his people’s secrets. “How did you get here? What happened with your people?”
“We raised the dead, and the dead get really pissed off when you disturb their resting peace to bring them back so they can help fight your wars. We call the dead fae wraiths. In any case, my father, also a Titan, called an entire army of wraiths to help him defeat the King, who also wanted to raise the same dead army. Once the army awoke, and because the King and Titan shouted different orders at them, the wraiths turned on the living. When the fae females died of sorrow over their dead mates, and when the Queen followed her son into the grave, the King of Fae killed my father, and I killed him in turn.” He searched the wall behind me and rested his chin on top of my head. “So I was left alone at fourteen. I couldn’t control the entire army of them,” he whispered, “not even with all my best warriors, not even with all my…snaga.”
“It’s a power, then. Antimatter we’ve not even tapped into yet,” I said, more to myself than him. The blue neon lights, the ships they’d let the humans use to travel, the doors, the floors, and even my desk all ran on this snaga. I rushed to ask before he stopped talking and refused me this honor. “What happened?”
“The wraiths took the living. What was left of us boarded our battleships and left.”
“And how did you find us here?”
“We left home and traveled for several decades of your time. Hopped from one place to another to touch ground.” He took my face between his hands. “Our snaga isn’t sustainable without ground, and we’d been on Earth before in brief jumps.”
He trusted me. He’d told me a secret, his people’s weakness. “That’s why you have to touch ground and why you were interested in my projects. It’s not only for iron defense, it’s so you could sustain your people.”
He nodded. “We must have contact with living things, nature, trees, grass, whatever is alive, because we’re not.” He placed my hand over the middle of his chest. “We’re not wraiths, but we’re not really alive either.”
“You have blood flowing through your body. You are very much alive,” I said.
He pressed my palm so I could feel the silence behind it. No heartbeat.
I shrugged. “That’s just fae anatomy. It doesn’t mean you’re not alive.”
“We’re not alive like humans, but let’s say I agree.”
“Battleships are small,” I said. “How did you get this big ship?”
“It was passing the station where we’d docked, and when it took off, we followed it. We surrounded it, and when they surrendered, we boarded this vessel and guided it here. She’s made of wood held together by light fae snaga, and it sustains us for a while before we have to touch ground. We feed each other’s…power or magic, whatever you want to call it. Your assistant? The light fae out there”—he hooked his thumb over his shoulder—“it was their ship.”
I reared back. “They’re light fae? As in the light fae people? You call them pets. I even patted one, thinking it was a domestic animal from your planet. That’s not right.”
“Didn’t kill them all, did I?”
“Oh yes, you deserve a medal for sparing the weak, stealing their ship, calling them pets, and making them work for you. Are you paying them?”
He blinked, confused. “No.”
“Minimum wage applies in Earth’s space.”
I was messing with him. The look on his face was priceless. I didn’t think he ever thought about our labor laws, which applied to me or any other humans who worked up here. And that reminded me. “Would a Titan of the Dark Fae be so kind as to give me a new desk?”
“He might, if you promise not to break it.”
“I didn’t break the desk, you kicked it.”
“That’s not what I remember. I recall you broke the desk, and I’ll have to ta
ke that out of your next paycheck. Labor laws of the Fae.”
“Everyone saw you kick it, and there’re no Fae labor laws.”
“A joke,” he said. “I’m practicing humor.”
I swatted his shoulder. “You wanna get lunch later?” I said. “Together? Maybe at the main—”
“We’re not mated,” he said.
It stung. It stung more because he didn’t add the “yet” part.
My hurt must’ve shown, because he explained. “I can’t have you running circles around my males in your little dress with your bare pussy and no knickers. It’ll drive me mad. Knickers. Right. Another thing. Wear them.”
“All guys love girls without panties.”
Titan narrowed his eyes. “And you know this how?”
“It’s a universal truth.”
He thought it over, then shook his head. “That’s not what I’d read. The universal truth is ‘a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.’”
“I didn’t know you read romance novels.”
“Are there any other kind of novels?” He chuckled. “Lemme tell you a Titan truth. An hour ago, you were a virgin,” he declared.
“Yes, of course,” I confirmed. In his possessive dream world, I thought. I loved being a part of that world.
“And, baby?”
“Hm?”
“I’m not a guy. I’m Nilan, the last Titan of the Dark Fae.”
Eleven
Titan
Rain worked near many groins while I sat at her new desk in her new office and observed everyone and their fucking fathers, in case any of those horny fuckers got suicidal and started flirting. Groin. I liked that word because it sounded much better than thinking my girl worked near cocks. I even let her eat lunch, get some energy into her. She’d need it. I’d taken her, and the wraiths hadn’t come. Now I couldn’t get enough. I could have her without turning her into a fae female. I’d never let the wraiths touch her, and once I explained why I couldn’t mate her, she’d understand.
At the end of her day, even though I knew her feet hurt from the stupid heels she felt she had to wear for me, and even though I knew she was tired, I took her back to my quarters. I almost felt sorry for her sore little ass. Almost. I tied her up and bounced her on top of my cock. Her long blonde hair—I knew it wasn’t hers—fell over her pretty tits, and her body looked beautiful crisscrossed with rope over and under her tits. I tied her hands too, so she couldn’t move. I pressed my heels against the bed and lifted my hips, then paused and left her there, impaled.
“Oooo,” she uttered and ground her clit onto me.
I helped her, moving her back and forth, and when I felt her walls flutter and her breath pick up, I sat up so I could catch her breath with my mouth. One hand on her hip, the other on the back of her neck, I held her close and didn’t move. She wiggled and whined, protesting I’d stopped her high. She was about to come. “Shhhh,” I told her, and my voice echoed in the dark room. Inside her, I twitched my cock.
“Mmmm,” she said.
“You feel that?”
She rested her cheek on my shoulder. “Mmmm.”
“That’s good, baby, feel it.” I sent a bolt of snaga to the tip of my cock. It zapped her.
She shuddered. “Again,” she said.
I sent her another one, then I pelted her with quick shocks. Her walls around my cock shook. I knew it felt like a giant vibrator, and I knew she liked it when she moaned into my neck. I didn’t move, and she didn’t either. If I could, I’d wrap her up inside me just like this. Rain was all soft and trusting that I’d take care of her. I worked my snaga over her clit next, teased it as if I stroked the little bud with my tongue. Then I moved to her nipples and zapped those perky things, a bit harder than on her clit.
She yelped, and I kissed her, catching her tongue between my teeth. My hand found its way to her ass, and I lay back down and took her with me. I bounced her again. I couldn’t help it. Her red ass called my palm, and I slapped it while fucking her. She bit my neck so her scream wouldn’t wake up the entire ship. Not that I cared if she woke up her entire planet Earth.
When she stilled, all limp and well used, I tried to move her. I couldn’t. She clamped her knees around me and lifted her head to whisper, “You don’t have to come outside. I want everything from you.”
I scrubbed my face with my hand, my cock ready to explode. I should deny my mate, but I couldn’t. I pumped her again and ground my teeth.
Death snaga stirred.
“I hear…I hear you,” she said. Rain tilted her head, and I knew she’d heard my mating call. She’d heard the wraiths call her in my voice. It wasn’t termed a mating call for no reason, and my mate, who I couldn’t mate, heard hers. Immediately, I threw her to the side and gripped my cock. I squeezed it as hard as I could, keeping an eye on the empty space above us. I didn’t see any wraiths. They weren’t here yet.
I squeezed harder. The pain suppressed my needs. Once done, I untied her and threw the rope across the room with more force than necessary. It hit the balcony’s door and thudded on the floor. I lay next to her and threw my hand over my eyes. Her cheek rested on my chest as I fisted my hand, wishing she wouldn’t touch me at all. She’d heard them calling, the Titan’s mating call of the dead. She’d follow my voice and let them take her soul because she trusted me. This girl kills me.
Snaga rippled and zapped her palm. She gasped and fisted her hand. The dark veil slithered up her arm and over her face, and when Rain closed her eyes, I knew they’d arrived. They called her in my voice, and she wasn’t afraid. I leapt out of bed and scanned my quarters.
There! In the corner of my fucking bedroom, a wraith peeled out of the shadows, presented itself to me. They were here to witness, their sole purpose to help their Titan mate his soul mate, while I didn’t want them here. In the past, when their orders conflicted with their purpose, they’d turned on the living. Besides my entire fleet, Rain was living, and so were the twenty-seven other mated women on this ship. Fuck. I scrubbed my jaw, thinking of what to do with the wraith.
“I see it.” Rain pointed to the corner where wraiths hovered above the ground. Wraiths called Titan’s mate in the name of Titan, of procreation, of the future of our people. The only way to have a Titan after me was for me to make a Titan with a fae female. Rain was human, so they had to take her soul and return her to me as a fae. She’d have to die, and in death, she’d be reborn a fae.
I couldn’t take that risk.
“I heard you,” she said and tapped her temple. “Inside my head. I’m sure I heard you. It’s the mating call, isn’t it? And that thing over there has something to do with us. I can feel it.” She shivered. The wraiths made the air colder. “It wants something.” When she looked away from it to me, her eyes, bright with joy, crinkled at the corners, and a grin split her face.
I was fucked. Titanically. She was fierce, didn’t even flinch at the robed skeleton hovering above the ground.
The wraiths retreated into the shadows.
“It’s gone,” she said. The smile disappeared.
“It was nothing,” I told her. Sitting up on the bed, I cupped her face, and when she tried to fix her wig, I helped her, tucked her curls under the damn thing. It was the first time I’d seen her hair in months. Dirty blonde hair with sweet curls. Like I’d said, royally fucked.
Twelve
Titan’s chest cushioned my head when I woke up the next morning. Last night, he didn’t comment on the thing in the corner, and he didn’t confirm I’d heard something. But I’d heard him calling me, and I wanted him to do it again. I rubbed my cheek on his chest. I didn’t dare open my eyes, thinking I’d dreamed up the day before. Sex with Titan was glorious, even the ruler part. However, it was day three of the mating season, and I worried he wouldn’t mate me. He didn’t seem to want the mating, but they wouldn’t call it a “mating call” if it wasn’t a call of some sort. He fussed over me, and he was possessive of me, something I’d di
scovered just yesterday. Why didn’t he want me, then? We got along really well.
I straddled him and rested my palms on his chest.
Titan’s eyelids peeled open, and he smiled. “Good morning, Rain,” he said.
I tapped my head and fixed the blonde wig into place. I couldn’t wait to grow my hair and straighten it. There were chemicals I could use for it, and then I’d be all set, never have to wear wigs again. The boobs I’d implant. My to-do list for the near future.
I bent and kissed the side of his neck, feeling him grow between my legs. “It’s almost nine o’clock,” I mumbled.
Hands on my hips when I started to move on top of him, he said, “I’m up at five every morning, tour the ship, count my people. I hit the shower at quarter to nine.”
I lifted my head. “You do?”
He nodded. “Mm-hm.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Because…”
“Because I like the look on your face when I come out of the shower.”
“I thought it was a cultural difference sort of thing. Fae are sexual and unashamed, whereas humans are more…dressed.”
“We don’t walk around naked. Three years later, and you still look at me like I’m the only thing in the universe. It’s addictive, and it’s become part of my routine.”
“You could’ve told me all that, you know,” I said.
“I’m telling you now.”
“We broke the routine yesterday.” I slid on top of his cock, and he let me for a while, then halted my movement with a firm grip on my hips.
“We did,” he said and nuzzled my neck. My fingers roamed over his broad chest, his neck and his hair, where I threaded the short blond strands. He kissed his way from my neck up to my jaw and up to my lips, where he bit gently, then licked. “I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered.
