Chapter 5
Norrell
Relief courses through me as I rip the accursed glamor off my neck.
The pressure surrounding my body, like being a sausage stuffed too tight in a casing, suddenly gone.
It was necessary during my long journey to Monstera Bluff through overcrowded, abysmal human airports.
If I could not hide how pissy and uncomfortable I was, most humans would not give it a second thought.
They looked about the same. Soon after my final flight landed, a witch from the coven picked up several of us from the airport in a van, driving us straight to the gas station just outside the town’s ward, the first safe place to show my true form.
Glamors and magickal identification are among the select few enchanted items my people will abide by when it suits them.
The clan will purchase them from witches and warlocks in the region but hold their noses while doing so.
Then they go on believing all magick wielders are untrustworthy and threatening while still using their enchantments.
As bothersome as glamors are, the discomfort is a small price to pay to finally have the chance to atone for all I put Ada through.
We only had three years together and I still do not know how I walked away from my mate, my fiery ember in the frost. Why I let others dictate my time and attention for so long.
Has it really taken forty-seven years to get my priorities straight?
Life rarely grants us such gifts. And I squandered mine the first time.
That will never happen again. I am not na?ve enough to believe that it will be easy between us after so much time has passed.
But come what may, I will prove to her how deeply sorry I am.
We wait an endless time for our escort through the wards, though it is an extra security measure I approve of.
But I am anxious to keep moving. The rest of the group chatter endlessly.
I listen in case there is any information useful to me but do not join in.
Instead, I take in my surroundings. Little has changed since the last time I was here.
Eyeing the now-dark travel portal, I cannot help but think how differently life could have turned out for me and Ada if one of those connected reasonably close to my home.
But there is no sense dwelling on it overmuch.
There was no alternative but to leave her behind. For her sake.
As the minutes tick by, my nerves ratchet up.
I will lay eyes upon my beautiful, perfect mate for the first time in fifteen years.
She will hate me, mayhap curse at me in her delicate lyrical voice, and I will deserve it.
But I will see her healed before I leave, and I will make sure to leverage this opportunity to drag my clan kicking and screaming into this world.
If I do not, it means that I fucked up my life, and more importantly Ada’s life, for absolutely nothing.
I have not felt like myself since I returned to my people.
This is not who I wanted to become. Cold, solitary, and bitter.
I was more myself when I was with her than I ever was without.
I should have held on tighter and never let go.
Seventeen Years Ago
Ada’s reflection winks at me in the mirror as she brushes her teeth in my bathroom.
Her mouth foams with the magickal toothpaste that she has me using.
It not only cleans but also repairs cavities.
I admit it is much better than regular toothpaste or the baking soda I sometimes used when my clan’s supplies bought from the nearest human settlement ran low.
It is one of several magickal upgrades she suggested I try.
When our relationship turned intimate, she procured me a birth control potion effective until I take the antidote.
I knew some of this existed prior to arriving here, but the everyday usefulness of magick, available to any Whispered Folk, not just those who wield it, has turned much of my perception on its head.
As she wipes her mouth and rinses off the brush, I close the distance between us, squeezing her hips and nibbling down the long slender curve of her neck as she raises her head from the sink.
“How did you sneak out of the dorm tonight, my ember?” I whisper low into her ear before nipping at it with my teeth. She shivers and pushes her panty-covered bottom into my already tenting groin, rubbing it enticingly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Well, tonight everyone went into town again, but I said that all my late-night study sessions caught up with me.
I needed to turn in early. They may have doubts, but they didn’t give me too hard a time.
I did hang out with them twice already this week, one night of which they deeply regret as I am known in my hometown as a bit of a pool shark.
It’s not my fault they didn’t ask if I grew up with orcs and shifters who like to play.
Oops. I forgot to tell them until I took all their money,” she mewls as she bats her eyes innocently.
“My naughty little ember, that will teach them to underestimate you.”
She breaks into a fit of giggles as I tickle her sides for being so wicked. Smacking at my hands playfully, she begs me to stop.
When she catches her breath, she remarks, “One of these days they’ll see through my excuses and figure out I’m sneaking off somewhere. Dollars to donuts they’re taking bets on it being a member of the faculty. No thank you.”
I chuckle at the repulsion in her voice while softly biting the curve of her shoulder.
“I better make it worth your while then,” I purr as my hand searches down her stomach and dips into the top of her panties with a fully filed nail. As careful as I try to be, I never want to risk nicking her. All are filed down now.
She gasps as I part her labia and draw circles around her clit.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, watching my ministrations in the bathroom mirror with her half-lidded violet gaze.
I kiss up and down her exposed neck, sucking at the base of her earlobe and rubbing behind it gently with my tongue.
She holds my hips behind her and grinds into my swollen cock as I play with her clit.
I still wear my sweatpants, but I could come from the exquisite friction alone.
With my other hand, I pull down a cup of her lacy bra to expose the round globe of her breast and pinch and twist her sensitive nipple—so reactive to my touch.
It is red and puckered, ready for me. I love to play with her breasts.
If I pluck and suck on them long enough, the smallest brush against her clit sets her alight.
Tonight though, I plan on being buried deep within her as she comes on my cock.
“What do you want, Ada?” I murmur into her ear.
“Please make me come,” she begs sweetly. Her shaky breath tells me she is already close.
“Want your yeti to fuck you through it?” I growl, tweaking her nipple a little harder to make her moan her response.
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Good girl. Now take off your panties for me.” She hooks her fingers in the waist band and pushes them down her thighs, so they drop the floor.
“The bra too,” I instruct her, gently kissing the top of her head as she unclasps it. While she pulls her arms through it and tosses it to the side, I move my other hand down to her pussy and spread her labia so I can see it in the mirror. Dew coats her puffy lips, ready to take me.
“So wet already. Have you been thinking about me all day? About how you want me to take you tonight? Will it be slow and gentle or hard and fast?” I ask as I stroke along the entrance of her core with two fingers, sliding in only the tips to tease her.
“I always think about you. About your cock,” she whines, moving her hips trying to notch me in further.
“That is the right answer. You will get your reward now. Exactly what you have been waiting for all day.” A rumble rolls through me. I am as eager as she is.
I shuck my pants and my swollen cock springs free, already leaking thick come.
I rub it along my tip and shaft for extra lubricant.
My cock’s numerous veins are extremely prominent to keep it warm in Arctic temperatures, giving it a more corrugated look and feel than is usual, according to Ada.
It drives her into a frenzy sometimes when its texture rubs deep inside her.
Presenting to me, she bends forward and holds onto the sink for leverage.
I nudge her legs wider, exposing everything to my eyes.
Her pussy glistens as she wiggles her lusciously rounded butt cheeks in anticipation of being filled.
I angle my hips forward, rubbing the tapered head of my cock along her pussy, collecting all her moisture, letting the head slide against her clit to push her to the brink.
“Oh Norrell, I need to be fucked,” she pleads, canting her hips so my shaft rubs her even faster.
“What do you want me to fuck you with?” I demand playfully, aware I am driving her mad.
“Your fat beautiful cock,” she drawls out from low in her throat, watching me in the mirror with hazy eyes.
“Then take it all like a good girl.” My voice turns guttural as I line up and push my cock into her.
It slides right in coated with our shared fluids.
Being inside her nearly robs me of my ability to speak.
A primal creature looks back at me in the mirror.
I growl uncontrollably as she moans in relief.
Gripping her hips, I thrust deep then quick, over and over, rocking a fast rhythm into her tightly clenching pussy.
My balls slap against her labia and clit, the motion feeling like a tug, further drawing out my own pleasure.
Her channel grips me harder like a fist, and I know she quickly reaches the edge.
I grit my teeth to hold back my own release until after hers.