11. Mel
Without the noise and familiar surroundings of the club, there was no avoiding the fact that I had basically used the man beside me like a sex toy to get off not an hour ago. So why the hell was I so nervous about the idea of banging him in a walk-in now? It wasn’t like it would even be my first time; it was more or less a rite of passage when you were young and working a food service job.
But Elim was no gangly pizza-delivering High School crush. He was a hot-as-fuck brand newadult crush, with fangs, that had already given me an orgasm and yeah, I wanted to climb him like a tree to get a few more.
For the good of the kingdom, of course.
“Sooo…you’re not like a vampire, are you?” I blurted the question out, not quite ready to haul open the huge metal door and violate a variety of food and beverage storage standards.
Oops. Beast mode activated. Elim stalked towards me at the question, purpose glinting in his eyes. His mouth curved into a sharp, fang-glinting smile that made my stomach quiver as he backed me against the front edge of the walk-in. “And if I were, my Queen?”
“Nothing, nothing, I was just, you know, curious. I’m a little afraid of them.” I was not, in fact, afraid of them but my mouth seemed determined to make small talk, even if the rest of me wanted to get down to business. My breath caught as he splayed a palm beside my head, his body crowding mine against the cool metal as he leaned down, inhaling just beside the side of my neck and sending chills down my arms.
“Your body sings a different song, my Queen. Do you see me as a monster, then?” His free hand settled on my waist as he traced the side of my jaw with his own, his quiet voice rumbling in my ear. “And are you afraid I’ll devour you? You begged so sweetly for me earlier, why don’t you do it again?”
I exhaled a shuddering breath, entirely unprepared for Elim to have shifted gears so suddenly. The courtly, oddly-spoken foreign man that had given me a friggin Lexus with a wave of his hand was sending my latent vamp fetish into overdrive. “Yes, please, Elim. Please. I want you to-” I cut off with a whimper as he teased my neck with the small, sharp point of a fang.
A chill of freezer air brushed my spine as he reached beside us, pulling the door open with surprising strength and walking me backwards into a waist-high tower of boxes with a predatory smile.“I cannot deny you, my beautiful bride. Now open yourself to me, and give me my wedding feast.”
His hands wrapped my waist, lifting me like I was made of air, perching me roughly on top of the boxes with what sounded like a growl. Like an animal growl. The hungry noise rumbled through the small space around us as the walk-in freezer door closed in our wake, plunging us into complete darkness and activating something like fight-or-flight in my primal brain. Cold slithered along the soles of my feet as I lost my shoes in two quick pulls of an unseen hand, something glowing up through Elim’s collar just enough to highlight his more vicious features: his fangs, eyes that now looked like a cat’s pupils, the strange points of his ears.
Before I could gawk any further at the shadowed man intent on ruining me, fingers tipped in claws curled into the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down in impatient jerks to reveal my lower half, sans underwear in my haste to get dressed earlier. The smooth upper curve of Elim’s claws, thick and menacing, pressed and slid against my legs, reminding me that whatever was undressing me right now, it was much higher on the food chain than yours truly.
The sound of cloth tearing made my stomach flip, though I couldn’t see if my leggings had met their end or if Elim’s strange pajamas had been sacrificed. As I squinted uselessly at the darkness, I only had the warning of his hair against my inner thighs before his mouth unapologetically opened against my cunt. Another growl sounded and he began rooting so insistently at my core, I nearly fell backwards. Frantically clutching the box edges and shifting my hips, his tongue lapped at me eagerly, a sigh of satisfaction heaving through his shoulders as I clutched at his head for stability.
“Fuck! Elim! Warn-mmm-warn a girl first, oh okay-” I groaned, a clunk and clatter of something behind me falling from a shelf, the pitch-black chaos getting lost in a wave of sensation as Elim made some kind of purring noise that vibrated against my clit and made my eyes roll back.
My thighs clamped down around him as I fumbled for a handhold, grabbing onto an icy-cold metal shelf pole for leverage as I helplessly bucked my hips against his tongue, which was far more flexible and agile than anything I’d felt before. Self-consciousness flashed through me as I realized I hadn’t gotten a chance to shower after my unexpected orgasm in his lap earlier, but the way he was working me, I was clearly the only one in this walk-in who gave a damn.
I gasped as one of his talons teased my entrance, cold and slick, before gliding inside with almost embarrassing ease. The end was blunt enough that it didn’t hurt, but still sharp enough to make my toes curl with alarm, staying stock-still as Elim fingered me just in case, shocked that it was such a turn on. The frigid cold my heated skin was keeping at bay scratched down my throat at the surprised inhale, and the faint light from under his shirt collar showed him watching me like a lion moving in for the kill.
I suddenly understood why rabbits and possums just kind of gave up when danger appeared as a defense mechanism: I knew Elim could rend me limb from limb and rather than frighten me, that thought settled me. He was in control in the darkness here, he had me, his hands steady on my body, his mouth confident in claiming me.
His voice was lower, rougher, words formed carefully around fangs that felt longer against my inner thigh as he murmured, two fingers fitting in and sliding out with a firm, unforgiving pace. “I’m going to drink from you, betrothed, and then I’m going to take you as a King takes his Queen. Now, give me my due.”
His talons rounded and retracted inside me as the pads of his fingers curled, working my body like I was nothing more than a puppet. It took long seconds for me to realize the howling, screaming, guttural noises breaking through the dark were coming from me, the liquid dripping down Elim’s fingers was mine, the silver flashes in my blackened vision courtesy of an orgasm that made me see god, not more Lexus magic.
Then, in the middle of the storm, Elim’s body was between my bare legs, that thick shaft I’d half-ridden back at the club notched and slid into me without a hint of friction. I grunted softly, eyes widening as I clutched Elim, breath coming in short gasps at the almost-impossible girth that followed. His talons, two still wet, dug into my hips with blunt pinpricks of pressure as he pulled my body into his, despite my whimper of concern. “Shhh…easy, my brave little Queen. You’ll take your King now, and all he has for you.”
Inch by slow inch, he slid his cock home until something softer than pubic hair brushed my sensitive, stretched labia and I practically felt him in my chest. The scent of ozone-laced petrichor and damp earth filled the cold, dark room, thick lungfuls of scent that put me at ease and made me feel languid in his arms. A sharp, stabbing pain between my neck and shoulder made me tense and cry out, more chilled wetness soothed away by Elim’s restless tongue and soft lips.
His mouth sucked at my neck greedily as he tilted me back into the boxes, which tumbled over and crushed into a soft mat of uneven cardboard beneath our mutual weight. Now that I was stretched around him properly and laid out, his hips pistoned, seeking the core of me as single-mindedly as his mouth had, fucking into me like his life depended on it.
Every thrust went as deep into me as he could manage, whines and moans of ecstasy muffled against my skin as he went nearly mindless, need and desire drenching every movement. “Melisandre! Oh gods, I-”
I laced my legs around him, and buried my face against his shoulder, digging my own blunt nails into his back as I recognized my lover’s own point of no return. His hand pressed gently against the back of my head, then fisted into my hair insistently a moment later, and I took the hint, digging my own blunt teeth against his skin. The contact pulled a choked gasp of pure pleasure out of Elim, and he squeezed my mouth against him until the faintest taste of copper greeted my tongue. Releasing my head to allow me the gasp of air I needed, he gave one last, vicious thrust of his cock into me, something widening and flaring noticeably inside of me and kicking me into another body-deep orgasm.
Panting like we’d both run a marathon, he rolled to let me rest on him, stroking my hair as his chest heaved beneath mine. A necklace tumbled out of his shirt collar, bathing the freezer in a faint blue-green light and revealing dark smears around his lips and fangs. Holy shit, he’d actually bitten me!
My fingers flew to the bite mark on my neck, coming away damp but not concerningly so, though the physical sting lingered. I tongued the coppery taste of blood off my own teeth, gasping at the comparatively more savage bite I’d inflicted on Elim’s shoulder, just barely visible in the faint illumination where I stared down at him. He traced the jagged wound with his fingertips like it was slutty lingerie, the whatever-that-was giving an undulation like a flaring jellyfish deep inside me as he stared up at me with a sultry expression.
“Fuck! I hurt you, we- oh god. Elim, you drank my blood-” Did Fae have STI tests? Was his blood poison to me? More importantly, why was his cock moving?
He traced over one of my rock-hard nipples with an idle talon, my poor girls protesting the absolutely frigid environment now that the majority of the distractions were over. “Mm. Among other things. You taste divine, my Queen, as I knew you would.” His tongue slid over a canine fang, sweeping away my blood and I was annoyed at how hot the gesture was. “But, the door should be charged now, and you seem uncomfortably cold. Let’s get you out of here and rejoin the others, hm?”
Before I could answer, he cradled me and rolled us again, sliding a knee up and gently easing out of me. His strange, glowing necklace on the outside of his shirt now, I watched in mute fascination as he eased himself back, a glistening, luminescent white shaft appearing in slow inches, thicker even than it had felt inside of me. As the tip finally slid free, instead of a blunt human cockhead, a dark, tapered purple mushroom flared its gills and closed like an umbrella. It curved up towards Elim’s stomach before retreating into a slick, stretchy foreskin in the same eggplant hue as I made a strangled squeak of alarm.
“My Queen? Are you alright?” He rose to his feet, stooping briefly to retrieve his silky pajama-like pants and slide them on as he waited for my response—the tearing sound earlier had, in fact, been my poor leggings, I realized with regret. I gestured in shock at his crotch, giving him my best what-the-actual-fuck expression.
He smiled, sliding the foreskin up and down briefly in the absent way men liked to play with their cocks, the literal mushroom tip flaring out briefly before retreating. “Ah, yes, your human men have rather…unimaginative endowments, don’t they? I’ve heard that. My brother once told me they can’t even flare for their mates, which is quite the pity.”
“Your dick is a mushroom?” I blurted, getting clumsily to my feet and knocking over a few more boxes along the way until Elim reached a hand out to steady me.
“Hm? Well, of course it is, Melisandre. I’m an Unseelie, a dark Fae, King of the seven soils. I am my domain, made of the beauty of the night itself. It’s only fitting that my cock follow suit, is it not? Besides, you seemed to enjoy it and we’re perfectly compatible. Perfectly compatible.” He purred the affirmation, cradling my cheek before giving me a deep, thorough kiss that tasted faintly of blood and my own pleasure.
“It’s Mel. Just Mel. After what we just did I feel like you get nickname usage rights, at least.” Despite being cold as fuck all of a sudden, my head felt fuzzy and warm. Butterflies—or perhaps, more fittingly, bats—fluttered through my stomach when Elim looked at me adoringly.
The freezer door cracked open before Elim could reply, making me squeak and yank down the hem of my tunic tank, which thankfully fell just above the knee. “Knock knock! It’s Bailey, are you two-ah damnit the pastries!”
Bailey scowled at the crumpled boxes behind us that had accidentally become a makeshift bed. A perfect imprint of my ass was outlined in the absolute wreckage of what was probably once a box of something raspberry-filled.
I winced. “Oops, sorry Bailey, I’ll pay for-”
Mat’s face appeared in the opened door, his curious expression shifting into an impressed one as he gave what could only be described as a magic creature bro-nod to Elim. Figured, men were men in any realm. “Nevermind, it’s fine, easily replaced. The door is more than charged, and you have my thanks. I’m sure Bailey and I can keep it maintained from now on.”
Mat’s new girlfriend blushed deeply, vanishing from the door frame as Mat opened it wider, ushering us out and dropping a coffee-scented cardigan around my shoulders as I reentered the shop. “Here, Mel. Unseelie Fae are made for the cold but I’m sure you could use a little comfort. Good job.”
I snickered, hugging the cardigan around me as Elim reappeared, offering my sneakers in one hand and frowning at the torn remains of my leggings in the other. I took back my shoes and dropped them on the ground, holding onto Elim’s arm for stability as I slid them on with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, I have more pairs back at home, they’re cheap.” I tugged the hem of my tunic tank for emphasis that everything salacious was covered. Most of the girls wore casual clothing that could pass for streetwear in a pinch, you never knew when code enforcement would get a bug up their ass if we popped out the back to get some air or have a cigarette mid-shift.