Selvanar
I wake up early with the sunrise, and merely watch Trisha sleep beside me. I know I don’t have much more time with her, but I will make the best of it I can.
And then what? The thought disturbs me. She is human and I’m not. But I also don’t want to give her up now that I’ve tasted all of her, now that I’ve slept with her at my side.
When at last Trisha awakens, she blinks sleepy eyes at me and smiles. That smile makes me weak, and all I can do is lean over to kiss her, desperate to feel her again. She kisses me back with just as much fervor, and I relish what a sensual and hungry woman she is.
“Let us rise,” I say eventually. “I would like to show you around the hive.”
Specifically, I want to show her my own quarters high up in the trees and get her alone there. I have many more positions I would like to try with her before she has to go.
Trisha yawns, lifting her arms into the air, which has the delicious effect of pushing up her big breasts. I lean down and lick one, and she squeaks as I take the whole nipple into my mouth.
“Selvanar,” she whispers, “we’re not going to get very far if you do that.”
“Sorry.” I’m not very sorry, though.
Eventually, we emerge from the healer’s hut into the summer morning light. My wing is already feeling much better since returning home to the hive, but it’s not healed enough for me to fly. Instead, we will take the paths and ladders, which are provided for young fairies who can’t fly yet.
My people nod and wave to us as we go by, and a few call out how relieved they are that I’ve returned. Despite my message via bumblebee, they were understandably concerned for my safety in the human world.
I lead Trisha up many ladders, across planks between the platforms that we have erected among the trees. She gazes up in wonder as I take her hand in mine.
“It’s beautiful,” she says. “Really cool. I had no idea a fairy hive would be like a whole separate, magical world.”
I’m pleased that she’s enjoying it, that she sees the sanctity of this place. I know she understands that she’s only allowed here under special circumstances, and she won’t take that for granted.
At last, we reach the highest platform in the tallest tree, and I lead her inside.
My home is built around the branches of the tree, with many rooms for us to explore together.
I have decorated it with care, placing each cluster of mushrooms to light the space perfectly, arranging my furniture and making wreaths for my walls.
Trisha gazes around in wonder as I close the door behind us.
“This is where you live?”
“Indeed.” I haven’t released her hand yet, and so I guide her deeper inside, through the eating area, where I point out how I prepare my own food. In baskets sit vegetables and fruits that were fresh a few days ago, but have ceased to be so. Trisha takes it all in, a crease forming in her brow.
“Fairy culture is so fascinating,” she says. “All your furniture is made of living things.”
“And the twigs we do use are gathered from the forest floor.”
Trisha follows me to the next room, where my advisors and I often gather to discuss the matters of the hive.
But I’m growing tired of this tour, knowing I don’t have much time, so I guide her quickly toward my main sleeping room.
I only have another ten, perhaps eight hours left, and I’m going to make the most of it.
Trisha giggles when she sees where I’ve taken her. “Don’t you have, like, a job? Being a king and all?”
“Yes, of course.” I loop an arm around her and spin her into my arms. She dances along willingly. “But how often will I get you? You are my most precious commodity right now.”
The smile falls from Trisha’s face, and I didn’t mean to do that. I much prefer it when she smiles.
“What did I say?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just…” She pulls away, screwing up her lips. “You’re right. I do have to go back. I don’t get to stay here in your pretty fairy home.”
I tilt my head. “That’s what upsets you? Do you not like your life in the human world?”
“No, I do!” She is surprisingly fierce when she says that. “But I also… I’ve come to care about you, Selvanar.”
Ah, I see. She thinks she will have to leave forever.
“Trisha.” I cup her face in my hands, looking down at her for once. “You can always return. You are special to me, and I would love to see you again.” I kiss her lips quickly. “And hopefully again.” Another kiss. “And then again after that.”
She giggles even more under my kisses, and I’m glad that she’s smiling again. I take her hand in mine and pull her to the bed, and she stumbles onto it. I love how clumsy humans are, even when small.
I stand in front of her, my cock already thinking lewd things about her, and Trisha grins in answer. Her fingers land on my belly, then slide down to my groin, where she lets out a thoughtful sound.
“No body hair. Interesting.”
The remark amuses me.
“We are very different.” I flutter my wings, scattering pixie dust, and Trisha squeezes her eyes shut in the most adorable way.
Her hands explore farther, wrapping around the base of my cock, and her mere touch sends me reeling. She gives it an experimental pump, squeezing from root to tip, and already I’m aching to be inside her again.
But Trisha has other plans. She scoots forward on the bed, getting on her hands and knees so her mouth hovers right in front of me. Then she fists my cock again, and slips her lips around the tip.
I will certainly explode into her mouth. No question.
She encases me, bringing me deeper and then back out, her cheeks flexing as she sucks. Bliss ricochets through me, and it’s going to take everything I have to hold out as she repeats the motion again, then again, and my hips are jerking against my will, pushing me even deeper into her throat.
But Trisha doesn’t seem to mind, not at all. Her brows lower mischievously, and she sucks me faster, her tongue dragging along the underside of me, stimulating everything all at once.
I’m going to blow like this.
“Trisha,” I say in a ragged voice. “Please. Turn around.”
She stops licking, pulling her head away to peer up at me. “Right now?”
“Yes. Turn around.”
She gives me a knowing grin as she obediently turns around, her rounded bottom now presented to me as she leans forward on her arms. She’s wet already.
“Did licking my cock turn you on?” I ask her, dragging the pad of my finger along her folds. Then I tease her clit, rubbing it to and fro, watching as even more of her nectar gathers like dew on a leaf. I’m still mightily sensitive as I position myself behind her and gently, push in.
Right away, Trisha lets out a cry, and I know I’m doing something right.
I take my time with her like this, rocking in and out, squeezing her perfect rear.
I watch with amazement and gratitude as my cock slides into her, vanishing inside her as her body parts around me.
It requires every ounce of my self-control not to release before she does, but I do manage it as her cries grow louder and wilder.
Soon I am pistoning my hips, taking her fast and rough, and her moans are my reward.
“Touch yourself,” I command her. “Touch that incredible cunt of yours while I’m inside it.”
Trisha shudders all around me, then reaches down to do as I ask.
“You feel incredible,” she whimpers, and I feel her get tighter around me as her finger works on her clit. “I almost can’t take it.”
“You can. You have. You will.”
“Selvanar!” She screams my name, and it’s the most delicious sound imaginable. “I’m going to—Oh!”
When Trisha clamps down around me, I have no willpower left. I slam into her one more time, my seed bursting out before I realize it’s happening, filling her as I shudder. My cock spews again as her sweet channel squeezes and releases, and I’ve never felt anything so glorious.
Exhausted, Trisha sags to the bed, only her butt in the air where I’m buried inside her, my spend leaking out. She lets out a breathless laugh.
“Your cum does feel really good,” she says, her knees wobbling. Tenderly I withdraw, and I relish the sight of my seed spilling down her thighs. She collapses, utterly spent.
While she’s resting, I reach for a velvety leaf to clean us both up, and she twitches when it touches her skin. Then, with a kiss on her head, I leave the room to find us something to eat.
To my great pleasure, a basket of fresh produce has already been left on the front step for us, and I bring it inside to prepare something for Trisha’s hungry belly—and mine.
Once I have a platter of fruits and vegetables ready, I carry it into the bedroom, where Trisha lies in my bed with a dazed look on her face. I set the platter in front of her, and her eyes home in on it.
“Food!” She sits up and starts to eat. “Exactly what I needed.”
I preen. If I can do anything right, I’m glad it’s taking care of my human.