Chapter 20 Vada #2
I sat her down on her feet and slowly removed her jeans from her body.
She wasn’t wearing panties. I was pretty sure this woman went commando everywhere.
I took my top and bra off, and laid out against the forest bed.
Taking both of our shirts, I laid them next to my shoulders so her knees had a comfortable place to rest, then glanced up at my beautiful girl.
“Get your cute cunt on my face, Adaela. Now,” I demanded, pulling her body up toward my face.
“Yes, ma’am,” she retorted back with snark.
“Oh, you wait until we have that talk, sweet girl. You’ll learn soon enough,” I said, anticipating the time I could take a whip to her ass and have her tied up in my ropes. I smacked her thigh to get her moving.
She sat on my face, but couldn’t help but get the last retort in through a moan as I licked her from her entrance to her clit. “Oh, baby, I’m a switch. If you want to dominate me, you’re going to have to earn it.”
I sucked her clit between my teeth, biting down, but not too hard.
She bucked against my face, and I put my hands on her ass, directing her to keep still.
I flicked my tongue against her bud, then pushed into her entrance, using my nose to rub her clit while my tongue was otherwise occupied.
She was delectable. I already knew I wouldn’t get enough of her.
Her changing in breathing told me what she liked, and when her breath caught, I continued devouring her as she liked it.
“So fucking wet for me, my sweet little slut. You’re already soaking my face. Put your hands on the tree, and don’t remove them,” I demanded.
Alternating between soft and hard strokes, Adaela began riding my face with abandon.
Without warning, I pushed a finger slowly in her ass as she rode my face, using her slick to coat my fingers as lube.
She was so loud now that I wouldn’t be surprised if we had an audience.
The Unseelie loved sex as much as succubi and incubi did.
It was no wonder we were fated to each other.
She lifted a little, panting. “Oh my fucking gods, right there baby. I need you to keep doing exactly what you’re doing,” she whimpered.
“Sweet girl, this is all about you. I want you to come on my face when you’re ready.
Don’t you dare hold anything back, or I’ll use my powers to make you come harder than you’ve ever imagined.
Not today, though. We have business to take care of.
Now be a good little whore and come for me,” I said, smiling as she sat back down hard against my face.
She leaned back, grinding her pussy harder against my mouth, then reached back, undoing my jeans and pushing her hand down my pants.
She flicked her fingers against my clit and I moaned.
I could tell she was close, and before she came, I lifted her off my face.
She shouted in outrage as I laughed at ruining her orgasm.
“I told you to keep your hands on the fucking tree. If you want to come, you’ll have to be my good girl,” I told her between licking her slick off my fingers.
She put her hands up on the tree, sitting right back down on her throne.
This time, I didn’t stop until we were both crying out.
Nothing got me off more than hearing my girl get her release.
I’d always wondered if that was a kink of mine, or if I just thought it would be hot.
I was happy to have confirmation. My face was flooded, and I was practically drowning in her fluids, but I kept going until I heard the telltale cackle of a friend.
Slowly, I began to release Adaela from my grasp, holding onto her tightly enough that she didn’t fall over from that orgasm.
I sat up, turning Adaela away from Baba Yaga’s gaze, then growled under my breath.
I was ready to murder her for interrupting us, but then again, she was exactly why we were here.
Not because Adaela and I wanted to get away for a quickie.
I grabbed Adaela’s clothes, her eyes a bit bleary as if she weren’t quite back with us yet. I chuckled, kissing her softly. “Are you okay, love?” I whispered in her ear, holding her close and caressing her back as she came down.
“Yes, just give me a second, please,” she said, smiling at me. “Hi, Yaga. We’ll be with you shortly,” Adaela shouted.
Yaga’s voice came back to us from a distance, and my hackles began to lower a bit. She had walked far enough away that I was comfortable letting Adaela get dressed.
“Come on, dearies. I’ve been waiting for you. Hurry up and get dressed. The Hut is expecting us,” Baba Yaga shouted loud enough for us to hear her, but far enough away that she could no longer see us.
I laughed hysterically as we focused on getting Adaela redressed.
It seemed as if we were unable to not get caught at this point.
Adaela wanted to keep us a secret for a little while longer, but we were the biggest open secret the Pax had in years, if I had to guess.
Not to mention, Baba Yaga was the one who told me that she would be my fated.
I helped Adaela put her jeans back on, softly kissing her thighs, her mound, and her belly before buttoning her up and standing.
I laid soft kisses against her neck, whispering in her ear how she was such a good girl for me, coming as quick and hard as she did.
Even with Baba Yaga’s interruptions, we were still able to find some intimacy between the two of us.
Adaela was still a little disorientated.
I whispered sweet nothings to her, waiting for her to come back down from her high so we could meet up with Baba Yaga.
My heart was full, watching her eyes come back to reality.
The devotion she normally didn’t show me was plastered across her face, and I knew in that moment that whatever was blossoming between us was going to last, even if she wasn’t sure yet.
I laid one last sweet kiss on her lips, lingering for a moment with my forehead against hers, trying to convince her without words that this was real, and my feelings for her were only growing.
I patted her on the ass playfully, breaking the intimacy of the moment, and began walking toward Baba Yaga.
Adaela grabbed my hand, and we walked in comfortable silence, listening to the leaves and twigs underneath our feet snap and squelch from recent rain.
Adaela was connecting with Underhill in a way she hadn’t in a long time.
She began to glow—an ethereal light beneath her skin that seemed to remove her shadows from where they lay dormant.
The swirls between light and dark were fascinating, and instead of watching where I was going, I was watching her.
I stumbled over a low branch. Adaela was quick to grab me and keep me from falling, pulling me back against her body as she laughed at me.
She moved around with the preternatural grace only the Fae and Elves had, as if the Dark Wood moved to make way for her, but it was more likely that she was just that familiar with these woods.
I turned in her arms and nipped at the tip of her ear playfully, and she gasped, then legitimately giggled.
It was the cutest fucking sound I’d ever heard, and a huge smile graced my lips as we came into a clearing with Yaga’s hut standing in the center.
“Are you ready, sweet girl?” I asked her, stilling until I could get a clear answer.
She breathed in deep, letting it out slowly. She shook her limbs a little, then cracked her neck. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I presume.”
Walking up one of the house’s chicken legs, we made our way to the door on the side of the house and knocked. It opened without anyone behind it, and we glanced at each other for a second, shrugging before I stepped inside first.
The house was old, but resembled a log cabin inside.
It had an open concept with the kitchen on the left of the doorway, pots and pans hanging above a large kitchen island with wood slats as the bottom, and a cork countertop.
Behind the island was a large countertop that spanned the length of the back wall of the house.
There was a large wooden stove to the right where Baba Yaga appeared to be filling a few cups of tea for the three of us.
We made our way over to the island, sitting down on the rickety barstools.
Still holding hands, I nuzzled my head into the side of Adaela’s neck, not ready to let go of the quiet intimacy we’d found in these woods.
I’d never forget it. Something about being here had made the two of us closer.
Maybe it was the idea that I put myself in trouble without any thought, but Baba Yaga must’ve noticed it, too.
She left us for a few minutes while she got tea and scones ready, then sat on the other side of the island, smiling at us.
Baba Yaga wasn’t kind, but it was kind of her to give us some space. I squeezed Adaela’s hand, then spoke.
“How good of you to grace us with tea and your presence today, Yaga. I presume you know why we’re here?” I said, careful not to thank her.
“Yes, but I have a few questions first,” she started. “I have heard through the grapevine that the Moirai have gifted you both with a prophecy?”
“They have, though with everything going on, we haven’t had the chance to decipher it. I don’t believe the prophecy is about the two of us, though,” Adaela replied, and Yaga’s eyes darted to her, rebuke written across her face.
“Come on, girl. Don’t be so daft. You of all people should know that the prophecies can only be foretold to the people who are meant to hear them,” she retorted. “Tell me what you know.”
“Yaga, you of all people know my past. It could’ve been about fucking anybody at this point. I had my fated. She died while breaking my heart and destroying any trust I’d ever held. I’m still not convinced that this is about me,” Adaela practically shouted in frustration.