Chapter Four
I slowly open my eyes and see…
The same fucking white room I woke up in earlier.
Or maybe that was another day? I’m really not sure because that bitch elf knocked me out.
Again .
Well, to be fair, I don’t actually know if she was the one to knock me out before, but I’m pissed. So I am blaming her.
My body feels like pins and needles, but I’m slowly gaining the feeling back. Except when I wiggle my left hand, it feels like it’s stuck. Learning from my last wake-up session, I gently turn my head so I don’t get overly dizzy and try to see what has my arm detained.
I expect to see some kind of restraint or something.
I don’t expect to see my ruggedly handsome merfolk-demon mate, clutching my hand for dear life.
Unprompted, my relief rushes through me like a tsunami, and I relax, gripping his hand back as tightly as he’s holding mine. Clutching onto him like a lifeline. My heart beats harder when I inspect the planes of his beautiful face as if it’s been years since I have seen him and not just a handful of days. My lips move on their own and turn into what is sure to be the cheesiest grin imaginable. And then…
I start to cry. Well, it’s more like a sob or a wail. Like big ugly snot-gushing, chest-heaving cries.
Why?
I have no fucking clue.
I just know that I feel… a lot of things right now. Too many things really.
Blake begins to stir, but beyond him, through the haze of my oddly timed tears, I see that elf bitch moving towards us.
Oh fuck that.
She is not putting me back to sleep.
Not again.
I sit up carefully and growl as my wings, horns, and tail all come out to play. Clearly, the sight of my shifted form shocks the elf as her eyes go wide, and she falls to her knees, averting her gaze for a moment.
Huh. That’s an odd reaction for a captor.
Even more odd is the look of pure awe shining in her eyes when she looks back up at me and her breathless tone. “You… are a myth.”
Of all the things she could have said to me, she chose something that absurd.
I wave my hands down myself. “Um, clearly not?”
She shakes her head and drops her gaze to her hands.
Instead of standing, I continue to sit. Remaining shifted, but just… watching her. It feels like every time I become angry with this female, something instinctual calms me. Granted, it’s probably her magicks, but… I’m just not sure. It’s like something deep inside of me truly wants to trust her.
After a little while, she finally brings her gaze back to mine. Tears stream down her cheeks, and her voice is but a croaked whisper. “They lie. About so much. They lie about– everything.”
“Well, I’m not sure who they are, but they sound like dicks. Maybe stop listening to them?“ I adjust my position and take a calming breath, letting my tail, wings, and horns recede. Something niggling at the back of my mind screaming that this elf means me no harm.
Before I can say anything else, though, Blake jumps up in front of me.
I squeak and nearly fall backward, but not before making a very astute observation.
“Why the fuck are you naked?!” I scream, pointing right at his dick.
Instead of giving me a valid excuse, this asshole smiles at me. A big and wide and crazy as fuck smile. He’s lucky I love him because I suddenly want to strangle him.
What is with these fucked emotions?
Must be a residual effect of the elf magicks.
Blake finally opens his mouth to speak, but the elven woman interrupts him.
“I have a spare pair of linen pants that should fit you. I will lower the Dryma bubble, but I need your word that you will not attack me. Please?” She glances at each of us in turn and then at the door. “You also can not leave this room. Not yet, at least.”
Blake whips around and puffs up his shoulders, but I place my hand on his back and watch as his muscles uncoil instantly as he relaxes into my touch.
“What is your name?” I know that making a deal with a fae is a tricky affair, but I truly can’t fight this… gut feeling that I can trust her. No. That I need to trust her.
“Midori, Miss.” She nods slightly in a gesture of respect.
“You have our word Midori that we will not attack you unless we are defending ourselves. I won’t make the same promise about leaving, but we will hear your explanations and make our decisions after.” I can feel Blake nearly holding his muscles still. Either in irritation with me, for making a deal with a fae or for not being in charge of the situation.
Midori nods her head once and then begins to rub her hands together. Her lips purse in what should sound like a whistle being blown into her hands, but I hear nothing. When she pulls them apart, a light blue glow emanates from each hand.
She moves forward and places her hands on the– what did she call it? Dryma bubble?
“Please stay back and do not touch the bubble, or it will be painful for us all.” She says firmly.
Blake nods in clear understanding, so I remain seated.
Midori presses her hands firmly against the bubble, and I watch as it slowly dissipates from the ceiling down. Breaking apart and falling down in what looks like tiny glowing raindrops. Only there is no moisture covering the ground where it touches and dissolves.
That’s very… pretty.
I shake my head to break the mesmerization. My brain really is all over the damn place today.
Midori dips into a closet on the other side of the room, and Blake turns to face me. I only briefly wonder what the elf woman is after so urgently when Blake’s cock nearly pokes me in the eye.
Having it so close to me… smelling his scent… it’s too much.
Just like all of my other emotions, my craving for him overwhelms me. I lean forward quickly and suck half of his stiff cock straight into my mouth. His taste exploding on my tongue causes me to moan, and Blake–
Squeals and jumps back.
I look at him, confused, and he starts nervously laughing.
“You have no idea how badly I want–” he waves his hands around his dick and then gestures all over me before letting out another anxious chuckle and finishing his thoughts, “but we have so much to figure out right now.” He spares a quick glance at the closet where Midori is still sifting through garments.
The thought of an audience had completely slipped my mind, and for some reason, I can’t find it in me to care about that. Instead, the sudden feeling of rejection hits me like a wave, and I bite my lip in an attempt to hold back the tears.
Seriously? When are these residual effects going to fade?
I can not wait to get the fuck out of the fae realm.
When an errant tear falls down my cheek, he begins to panic and then looks to Midori, as if asking for help.
Oh! Maybe she can ease these side effects?
She gives him a slight shake of her head as she passes him a pair of pants, and then addresses me. “Let’s see about getting you something to eat before we jump into the hard questions. My Dryma bubble kept you sufficiently cared for, but I’m sure that after nearly two weeks without actual food, you must be hungry.”
What in the–
“Two fucking weeks?!”