Chapter 11
Homework
DELILAH
She escorted me, or rather practically carried me, to my door. I opened my bedroom door and stumbled inside, noticing that the fire in the fireplace looked bigger than usual. On the desk, I found the books stacked neatly beside a full bottle of Faerie wine. I thanked the library aloud.
She drew a bath and made sure I did not drown.
Then she helped me into a silk nightgown and told me dinner would be brought up to my room soon.
I thanked her several times and told her to clock out for the night, assuring her that I would stay in my room and not get into any trouble.
She gave me a hug and bid me good night.
I think all the wine and my shenanigans had worn her out, because she almost seemed relieved that I dismissed her early.
I looked toward the table by the window and noticed a rectangular box waiting there. It was accompanied by a note with a single word written on it: “homework.”
I vaguely remembered Titus mentioning something about sending homework to my room at breakfast, but all the Faerie wine had left my mind a little fuzzy.
It was probably another book, or maybe some worksheets.
What did he want me to do? Write a book report on how perfect he was?
I chuckled to myself, realizing that the probability of that was not entirely farfetched.
Though I was not prepared for what I saw in the box, perplexed I sat on the bed with my jaw practically on the floor in utter shock.
I reached into the box, and I pulled out the largest dildo I had ever seen.
It was unnaturally warm, magically heated somehow.
It was as long as my forearm, veiny, and so girthy I could not close my hand around it.
It seemed so realistic, so many details with the texture and routes of the veins.
Had it not been comically large and made of a red silicone-like substance, it could have passed as a real male appendage.
I was not a stranger to toys but never anything that big.
I could not even remember the last time I had sex.
It had to have been almost a year by now.
With my body in such a fragile state for so long, arousal was never something I felt, only unrelenting pain.
Now, being back in my body without cancer and growing stronger every day, I noticed that part of me had started working again.
Maybe it had something to do with Gleeda restoring my womb.
The first time I met Titus, he said he could smell my arousal.
He was right. Jerk. I had been taken aback by his appearance, even if he had a terrible personality.
But I was aroused. I felt a warmth stir within me, awakening something I thought had been gone for good.
The realization left me both relieved and deeply unsettled.
If I must share my body with someone other than Jared at least it was someone I was physically attracted to, I suppose it could be a lot worse.
I held it. Just the weight of it in my hand shocked my senses, sending pulses of fire through my body.
My temperature climbed. I had to swallow the extra saliva pooling in my mouth.
I glided my fingers down its length; I hadn’t touched one in so long.
My nipples hardened, and the brush of silk against them sharpened every sensation.
Why did he want me to have this, and how could this possibly be homework?
Just then a knock came at my door. I jolted like a teenager caught masturbating, I panicked, making me toss the behemoth back into its box like a hot potato.
I hurried to answer the door. To my surprise, it was Aurelius, holding a silver-covered tray.
He took one look at me and his face changed, eyes widening, gaze darting away.
I stood in the doorway staring at him, trying to figure out what was wrong.
Then I realized I was wearing only the skimpy nightgown, and my nipples were fiercely pressing against the thin fabric. My cheeks flared bright red. My heart thumped so loud I was sure he could hear it. I squirmed, crossed my arms, tucked my hands into my armpits, and forced a smile.
“Oh God, I am so sorry. I forgot I was not appropriately dressed. I was not expecting you. I thought a fire sprite bring me my meals,” I explained. If I was not going to die from burning alive in a volcano, then I was surely going to die from embarrassment.
He cleared his throat, seeming to compose himself, then replied, “Yes, well, I was in the kitchen and saw your tray. I thought I would bring it up and see you… uh.” He cleared his throat again. “I mean, see how you were feeling.”
How I was feeling? I had been fine for a couple of days now. Did I hear him correctly? He wanted to see me? I brushed it off and told him to come in and set the tray on the table while I sprinted to grab my robe.
He set the tray down and noticed my half-empty bottle of wine.
Darkness crept into his eyes. “Who gave you Faerie wine?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“Oh, the library did. It is by far the best room in the castle,” I replied, trying to make small talk.
His posture straightened. “We were given strict orders not to let you consume any,” he said seriously.
“How come? It is particularly good. The best I have ever had, actually,” I asked.
“Because Faerie wine is expertly crafted to function as a powerful aphrodisiac for Fae. Can you imagine how it would affect a human?” he explained, his voice heated, though not with anger. It was a different kind of intensity altogether.
My eyes widened. Well, that explained... a lot. That was why it had been so difficult to put the toy down. I had unknowingly drugged myself into a state I barely recognized. His gaze remained intense, but still polite. I blushed, cleared my throat, and swallowed hard.
“Oh, I was unaware,” I replied, my voice coming out a little breathless.
That was when his gaze dropped to the open box on the bed. The Faerie wine had left my thoughts scattered, and I had completely forgotten what I had tossed inside. I tried, far too late, to block his view, but the damage was already done.
His breathing changed, and the weight of his attention suddenly felt heavier. I felt an overwhelming need to explain myself.
“Oh, that. Um. I am pretty sure it is a joke,” I said quickly. “Titus sent it and called it my homework, but I honestly have no idea what that is supposed to mean.” I hesitated, then added, “It is not exactly practical.”
I followed the explanation with an awkward, nervous chuckle.
I winced at myself. What the hell did I just say?
My cheeks burned red-hot with embarrassment. Oh God, this was a disaster. Did I just allude to the fact that I had thought about using it? I was horrified by my own word vomit.
But much to my surprise, Aurelius’s expression did not change.
He kept the same serious, heavy gaze locked on mine as he stepped toward me, closing the space between us.
He paused for a moment, as if deciding what to say next.
Then, softly, he spoke. “I know it’s all the Faerie wine bringing this out of you, but your scent is absolutely irresistible, Lady Delilah,” he admitted in a soft, hungry voice.
I shuddered. I was breathing so heavily, hanging on to his every word. I felt my pulse quicken, my palms growing sweaty. He swept my hair from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear. He looked into my soul with those mysterious amber eyes. My jaw and cheek rested in his large, callused hand.
He inhaled deeply and said, “If you are worried about completing his homework, then you could not possibly handle my extra credit.”
He enticed with a small, seductive grin.
His eyes shifted to my lips, which made mine part automatically in trepidation.
He tilted his head down as if he were going to kiss my needy lips, but then, he slowly brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, inhaling my scent as his warm lips pressed against my skin.
Just then, a flash of heat and light blasted from the fireplace, as if someone had dumped gasoline on it. Aurelius paused to study the flames, pure, unfiltered fear crossing his expression.
“Good night, Lady Delilah,” he said plainly, then departed quickly, not looking at me once.
He left before I could say good night back. I could not bring myself to move my feet. I tried to determine whether I had imagined the whole thing. Perhaps it was the Faerie wine causing me to hallucinate, but I could have sworn Aurelius had just come on to me.
I exhaled a deep, shaky breath and forced myself to move again. I sat on the bed to gather my thoughts. My heart was still racing, heat still pulsing through me, much like the lava flowing through this castle.
I felt sick to my stomach that someone else had touched me,
and that I did not hate it. I was so ashamed of myself, I thought I might throw up. Was this place changing me?
His palm on my face and his kiss on my hand were more intoxicating than the magic wine flowing through my veins. I think after so long of being in unrelenting pain and agony, pain that made me push everyone away, my body ignited at the slightest physical touch.
Aurelius was attractive, but I knew I did not have any feelings for him.
It simply felt so good to be desired, to feel sexy again, and honestly, just to feel like a damn woman again and not the sick girl.
I felt as though I had resurrected a part of myself that had been dead for far too long.
I had the ability to shake Aurelius from his normal, polite, professional disposition into a hungry, feral male.
I may be a mortal with no magic, but tonight I was the most powerful one in the room, and that power was the most addictive of all.
I couldn’t sleep; my body still thrummed from earlier.
I felt a relentless aching pressure building between my legs.
I tried to ignore it, but it was not going away.
Exasperated, I gave in and decided to slide my fingers under my nightgown.
I liked to go commando when I sleep so I had unrestricted access.
I felt the slipperiness of my flesh, collected it on my fingertip, and trailed my finger up to my needy swollen center.
The lightest touch had my body thriving with pleasure.
My breath quickened and became more rhythmic and shallower while my pulse carried waves of tantalizing electricity throughout my extremities.
My back arched and the peak of my pleasure was in reach, but I just couldn’t quite climb to its summit.
I withdrew my fingers in frustration, I needed more, it was then I saw the thick head of the red giant peeking out of its box.
Part of me hesitated, but the other part of me, the one that was in control, took over and jumped out of bed to grab it, I was not proud. I blame the Faerie wine.
I suctioned it to the tile floor in front of the fireplace upright. I sank to my knees straddling and lining up the position to strike true. Slowly I sank down onto it, the stretch was a twisted mix of pleasure and pain that my brain could not decipher.
There was plenty of natural lubrication.
Once I got the flared head fully inserted, and I needed to rub myself to dull down the intense stretch, but my night gown kept sliding down and getting in the way so while still inserted I pulled it up over my shoulders and tossed it aside.
God, I missed sex, I missed pleasure. I grinded my pelvis and squeezed my breast while rubbing myself and my body started to sing.
It was a symphony of sensations that made me see stars.
I sank deeper onto the toy, now the entire head was thrusting in and out of me.
I noticed my arousal dripping down the length of it and starting to accumulate on the floor. I moaned hard.
I thought about the way Aurelius touched me, the way Jared made love to me, but then for reasons I could not explain I started to fantasize about the High Lord.
I had no control of my thoughts. Faster and faster, I rode just the tip, damn near screaming.
I wanted this release more than I wanted to fucking breathe.
I thought about Titus’s big hands on me, his massive, beautiful body on top of mine, his strong arms encapsuling me.
I wondered how his lips would feel on my breasts.
I thought about him thrusting himself in me and pounding me ruthlessly into the mattress and then finally, the release I had been chasing.
I gasped like suddenly being able to breathe after being submerged for too long.
My legs shook and my body spasmed. I rode out the remaining waves of my orgasm and felt like I was slowly descending back down to solid ground.
I cleaned up my mess, and hid Big Red in my drawer, that’s what I decided to name him. I slipped my night gown back on, watched the fire in the fireplace dance, and for once the sound of the firefly lights did not prevent me from falling into a deep peaceful sleep.