13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ISEOL
I’m in heat.
I’m in heat.
Panic engulfs me until I force myself to take a deep breath and relax. I have Pem—beautiful, sweet, adoring Pem.
He would never do anything to hurt me. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s going to be the one to get me through this fateful moment.
And I wouldn’t want anyone else but him.
The Puca cocks his head to the side, as if assessing me, before nodding.
“Ok, I think we need to loosen up a bit before we…start.”
He shuffles his hooves as he says this, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s nervous—but why? Surely this isn’t his first rut, not if he’s taking suppressants.
“Erm, alright. I’m going to have to…defer to you in this since I’ve never, you know.”
Pem’s eyes widen. “You’re a virgin?!”
“Oh, no! Sorry, I meant since I’ve never had a heat.” I bite my lip, worry gnawing at my stomach. “Does this bother you?”
“No, why would it bother me?”
“In my culture, virgins are prized by their husbands, even for Gumiho.”
“Women are not prizes, Iseol. I understand the sentiment as females, human and monster alike, have been seen as commodities for far too long—but that doesn’t make it right. Or acceptable.
Your experiences before me are just that— yours . They are not mine to judge, just as mine are not for you to think about. What we’re about to do together is between us, no matter what we did in the past.”
Some of my anxiousness eases at the conviction and sincerity in Pem’s voice, like someone lifted a weight off my chest.
“Thank you for telling me that.”
“It was nothing but the truth. Now, I was going to suggest that we shift again into foxes, if you are comfortable with the idea.”
“I like being my Gumiho form but would prefer to experience my heat in my true body, please.”
“Of course! I only meant we were both more relaxed—playful—as foxes. It might help us transition into what’s to come.”
“Alright. You first.”
At my request, Pem winks, spinning in a circle and transforming into a small brown fox with only one tail.
The tips of his fur near his head are green, just like his real hair, and he still has the same tiny tusks. I’m not sure if this is on purpose or by accident, but I love how even shifted, Pem is still Pem.
He waits for me as I shift into my Gumiho form, my nine tails creating a plume around me like a boa scarf.
Pem bounds forward, nipping lightly at one of them, and I let out a squeak at how much the contact arouses me.
In fact, my heat seems almost heightened as a full Gumiho, but this makes sense as it’s coming from that side of me.
Playfully swiping at his face, I watch him scuttle back before I turn and race off across the icy surface of the lake.
Like I hoped, Pem chases me as I dart from side to side to avoid being caught. We’re both laughing, but the tension he wanted to dissipate only grows thicker.
I keep running, but Pem is faster. In seconds, he overtakes me, and we both slide across the ice as he pins me down.
When this first happened, I was terrified—more from the onslaught of wicked emotions than a true fear of what Pem was doing—but this time, I’m prepared.
Going limp, I pretend to submit. The Puca growls, and my tiny paws curl at the sound as liquid warmth flows through my body.
He bites around my neck, avoiding my yeowoo guseul as his tusks nip at the sensitive flesh underneath.
“Mine,” he murmurs.
“Yours,” I reassure.
Then I flip the tables on him.
Using my tails to distract my mate, I roll, pulling Pem’s fox form with me until I’m the one on top and then give him a very toothy grin.
“I win—again.”
“Fucking brat,” he snarls without any genuine malice.
For some reason, his words make me whimper. I’m usually so prim and proper—a good girl—and Pem said he loved those.
But teasing and egging the man on is just so much more fun. I like unraveling his control since it’s what his presence has always done to me.
“What did I tell you about your chirping?”
“Pft. You never showed me! Seems like maybe you’re the one who’s all talk.”
“That’s it!”
Pem gives me a vulpine hug and then shifts. In an instant, I’m being held by him in true—and much larger—form.
He tickles me without stopping until I beg for mercy. I’m so caught up between the sensation of being tickled as well as the all-consuming heat his touch induces that I can’t shift back into my body.
“You win! You win!”
“Say ‘uncle’.”
“W-w-what?” I giggle.
“Say ‘uncle’!”
“W-why—are you f-feeling avuncular? I said you win! P-please, no more tickling. Uncle. UNCLE!”
Finally, he stops, and I shift into my maiden form, making him groan as my full weight settles on top of him.
“Do you have some kind of daddy kink, but for uncles?”
Pem laughs, shaking his head. “What am I going to do with you? It’s an American expression I learned while playing in the States. It means ‘mercy’.”
“Oh…so you don’t have a daddy kink?”
“Me? No. You—definitely.”
“What?!”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Thirty-six, if you must know,” I answer primly.
“Aw, just a wee baby.”
I laugh at how he says ‘baby’, more like ‘bob-ee’. “Your accent is getting thicker.”
“That’s not the only thing getting thicker,” he mutters more to himself, but I wiggle my hips to feel for myself.
Nothing.
That’s…strange.
“Erm, how old are you, Pem?”
“One hundred and twelve. Time in the Fae realm is different here.”
“Ok, so how old are you in Earth terms?”
“Not sure, but old enough to still say you have a daddy kink. Naughty girl.”
I flush at his teasing. “Listen, daddy , if you’re so…thick—” I nearly choke on the word, surprised at my boldness. “—why can’t I feel it?”
Pem groans again. “Fuck, why is it so hot when you call me ‘daddy’? And by ‘it’, you mean…”
“You know what I mean!”
“Ah-ah, if you want to know, you have to say the word. Say them for daddy.”
Ugh, why is he always right?
Because the second he called himself that in his sexy, deep voice, a fissure of heat burst between my legs like a mini-orgasm.
Closing my eyes for courage, I answer him. “I mean your cock.”
Another groan.
“Good girl.”
Now I groan.
Where did this need for praise come from?
“Faun and Puca have…layers.”
I snort. “No, that’s Ogres.”
Pem rolls until we’re on our sides, the cold of the frozen lake seeping through the fabric of my hanbok, but it does nothing to cool me.
“Did you just make a Shrek joke?”
“How do you know him?”
“Ramani had a crush on him as a kid, I swear.”
“Who?”
“My sister. She’s here, too. Maybe you can meet her. Not today. Today is just for us. How do you know Shrek?”
“I teach kids, remember? Monster kids. Shrek is everyone male monster’s hero—the brute that got the beauty.”
“I thought it was Beast who got Beauty?”
“Different story, same idea—monsters do it better.”
“We definitely do it better. Now, as I was saying, I’m layered, or my anatomy is. You have to peel the layers back to get to the core of me.”
“And by core, you mean—”
“Cock, as you so sweetly put it. Although Puca call is a therys.”
“Therys,” I test, liking how the word forms around my tongue.
Wondering what the real thing will feel like on my tongue.
“Yes,” Pem says in a strangled voice.
“And it’s hidden behind your ‘layers’?”
“Exactly.”
“Like my hanbok.”
He furrows his brow. “I’m not sure.”
“Oh, they have many layers, especially if worn traditionally. I tend to only wear about half them.”
“How about I make you a deal—you show me your layers, and I’ll show you mine.”
It sounds like such a bad pick up line, and I chuckle at the absurdity of the two of us undressing in the freezing weather.
“Ok, but I think I have more than you, so I want a reward for letting you strip me bare.”
Pem’s pupils blow wide at my rather outrageous demand. It’s as if the shy woman I usually am has been replaced by an actual vixen.
“Deal,” he growls.
He leans forward to seal it with a kiss, and my world tilts as my yeowoo guseul pops into my mouth. Pem doesn’t even miss a beat.
Shoving it aside with his tongue, he continues to ravish my lips with his. The tiny tusks that poke out scrape against my soft flesh, and I all but melt into Pem’s touch.
“Mine,” he manages to whisper again, even though we never stop kissing.
My heart squeezes.
Yours.