Chapter Fourteen
O h fuck.
Nope, this is more like a fuckity fuck of all the fucks that ever fucked situation.
We can’t blend in with pale blue grass that stretches as far as the eye can see.
No bushes or flowers. No rocks. Fucking nothing but grass.
Unless one of us suddenly obtained the ability to shift into a deer– or whatever the fae realm equivalent is– we have no hope at all to make it far without being spotted.
And hunted.
I’m on the verge of another round of tears when shuffling to our left stifles my ridiculous emotions. I swear, if the guards managed to find us already, I am so done with this shit.
“I might have just found our passage. Everyone stay back a little.” Midori to the rescue. Actually, she has been doing that quite a bit. After what the guards said, she has a lot at stake now. What could have made her risk… well, her life, to get out of here?
“Pim!”
“Midori, is that you?” The elf in the– well, I want to say horse, but it’s got an elephant trunk and is rocking some weird shiny fur that happens to be the same color as the grass– anyways, the animal-drawn cart pauses for a moment to look around. Presumably, checking to see if anyone notices their conversation. “Midori, people are talking. The castle seems frazzled. I had two checks on my fruits before I was allowed to leave. Are you ok?”
“Pim, I promise to fill you in on everything if you could possibly help my friends and I get across the Machair?” Midori’s voice is pleading, but I don’t miss the tiny hint of flirtatious vibes coming from her, either.
Pim glances around quickly again before moving his cart slightly closer to our position. “Quickly get in. All of you, under the tarp, at least until we are clear.”
We waste no time following his instructions, and all barely manage to squeeze into the cart. Thankfully Midori is at my front, with my men at my back. These tight quarters would put her far too close to my mates, and with my mood swings, I’m liable to get stabby with our new friend.
We settle in and are on the move quickly. However, once the cart begins to move, I realize that is where the swiftness ends.
Fucking hell, what I wouldn’t give to be able to use my teleport magick right about now.
Who the fuck is snoring?
I breathe in deeply and end up kind of snorting. As I blink my eyes open, I realize it was me. I was so exhausted that I pretty much passed out the second I lay down in the cart and was snoring like a bear the entire time. When I stretch and run a hand across my cheek, it comes away wet.
Make that snoring and drooling.
Damn, I’m a sexy beast.
“Wait, wasn’t there an elf woman in front of me?”
“Yeah, but when you started snoring in her face and slobbering everywhere, she snuck up to share the driver’s seat with her friend.” Leave it to Blake to get me up-to-date and pissed off in a single sentence.
If I didn’t have a giant pair of Drys arms wrapped around me, I might have punched him. Instead, I settle for incoherent but agitated grumbling as I turn around and bury my face in my sexy man’s chest.
Unfortunately, I don’t get to relax long before the journey takes a rather bumpy turn. I mean, literally, the damn cart starts jittering across the ground. The rough travel lasts only a few minutes before we come to a stop.
I haven’t heard anything, so my muscles tighten at the ready, prepared to defend myself and my mates if–
Midori flings the tarp back, and I jump out of my skin.
What the fuck?
“Are you alright, Miss?”
“Yeah, I’m just… tired I guess.” That was fucking weird. I would never have labeled myself as the type to be so jumpy. Then again, my nerves have been frayed ever since I woke up in the fae realm.
“That is understandable. This is as far as Pim can take us. We are out of the Machair now, and the Creagach should offer us more protection. We can find an outcropping or alcove to make camp for the night.” She reaches out her hand, and I take it in mine, letting her help me up and out of the cart.
She returns to the driver’s seat and exchanges words and an embrace with Pim before returning to us. I can’t help myself and let the words fly from my mouth.
“You don’t have to go with us, you know. You could go with him.” I nod to the cart that has very slowly started to move again.
“Oh, no, Miss. I am honored to accompany you and your mates. Besides, Pim is destined for my– for another. Besides, Dyma are required by law to wear a chastity belt, ensuring our purity.” I swear, the more and more I learn about the Taruil royals and the twisted laws, the more I want to march back to that castle and bring them to their knees.
Midori turns and heads between two large boulders. We follow closely behind her. With the suns setting, the area is getting dark fast. Thankfully, I see the little pocket in the side of a larger rock just ahead in the direction we are moving.
As we trudge on, I formulate a plan to talk to Midori. She needs to understand that she also has choices in life, and when we reach the mouth of our shelter for the night, I manage to pull her off to the side.
“Midori, can you help me for just a moment?” She nods, but when my mates move to join us, I wave them off. “Boys, please stay and try to figure out some food and a bed. I need assistance with a female matter.”
They seem confused by my request, but thankfully don’t fight me.
Midori and I move a little ways from the cave mouth, and when I am sure the guys can’t hear us very well, I turn around and face her. However, my movement must startle her a bit since she jumps backward and stumbles slightly.
“Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“I am fine, Miss. It has been a very long day, is all. What did you need my help with?” She does seem tired, but I don’t want to wait on this offer.
“You have done so much to help us already. I truly want to return the favor. You have already betrayed your kingdom, and I am pretty sure that means you are no longer considered Dryma. So… if you would like, I can help you remove the chastity belt? It can’t be terribly comfortable.”
Any worry I had about approaching this subject was quickly extinguished by the tears that well in her eyes and the hope shining through them. “You can remove it?”
“I won’t make any promises, but I am absolutely willing to try. Only if you want me to, though. I don’t want you to feel–”
“Yes! I mean, please.” A tear falls down her cheek, and I can’t seem to find it in me to stop the matching one on my own.
What’s friendship without tears and exposing our vaginas?
Clearly not worried about modesty, Midori quickly sheds her pants, exposing a chastity belt that I had not prepared for. It’s completely white silver in almost a chainmail-like construction. At a glance, they would appear to be sexy mesh panties.
I mean, they are transparent enough that it’s glaringly obvious her carpet matches her drapes.
Unfortunately, there is no locking system like I had expected to find. No problem. This just means I need to get a tiny bit more creative.
I run my finger along the top, trying to find a seam or connection point, and am completely oblivious to Midori’s shudder in response to the more intimate touch.
“Was this woven directly onto you? I can’t find the starting point.”
“Y-yes, Miss. The device started… at my apex.”
I nod at her. I was worried that would be her answer. Alright, time to get awkward.
“Ok, this is going to get weird. I need you to promise me, though, that at any time, if you want me to stop, you will say so.”
She nods her head, but that’s not good enough. “Midori, please give me the words. This is a very delicate process, and I do not want you resenting me because you changed your mind and weren’t sure how to communicate that.”
“I promise to speak about any hesitations or concerns as they arise.” She offers me a smile, and I return it easily.
“Ok, deep breath.” And with those three words– whether spoken to help calm her nerves or mine– I reach down with my right hand and cup her vagina over the metal.
Her eyes go wide, and she gasps a little but makes no move to stop me, so I take that as a sign to continue.
I begin to heat the metal very slowly, keeping the temperature away from painfully hot, while applying a small amount of moisture I pull from the air and wiggling my fingers around to create weak points.
Do I mean to bring my new friend to the brink of an orgasm? Definitely not. But with how deprived the poor girl has been, I can’t find it in me to be terribly upset about the situation either.
I hear a couple of the links snap only seconds before a sweet-smelling heat engulfs me. The sensation sends a jolt straight to my clit, and I moan.
Fuck!
I have to get this thing off her fast before I claim yet an additional mate and make things real fucking awkward.
Working quicker, I inadvertently send Midori into a full panting moan, and when I glance down, I see how impossibly hard her nipples are. I want so badly to suck one right into my mouth.
Woah!
Where the fuck is all this sexual tension coming from?
Midori begins writhing as more links break in her belt. There are only a few holding the thing together now, and my fingers are nearly inside her at this point. She must feel my hesitation as she pleads with me. “Please, do not stop. Please.”
Another link breaks, sending one of my digits right inside her sopping wet folds and inciting a heady moan.
The sound, the smell, it’s all so much. I work my fingers fast. Vibrating them across the metal and through her tight channel. I beg the final links to break quickly and never all at the same time. I want her.
I press my body against hers, and she reaches around to grab my ass tightly. Our nipples rub against one another, and we moan together as the last rays of light nearly disappear. The final links break, and I rip myself away from her. I yank the sides of the metal panties hard, and with the connection points severed, the remaining links fall apart easily, leaving her gloriously naked and exposed. Begging for a taste.
I shake my head hard.
“Midori, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“It’s my fault, Miss. Dryma exude lust. Please excuse me.” And with that, her half-naked ass moves quickly away. Leaving her pants behind.
Should I take them with me, or– my thoughts are cut off by the small sounds of her moans.
Oh.
Oh!
Get it, girl!
Speaking of which.
I want mine .