Chapter VII #2
Sable’s entire body is on fire. Her own core is wet and aching, but that doesn’t matter right now.
What does matter is getting her pretty, delicious human to mewl her name.
She needs to be careful—her human is more fragile than the Faeral females she’s been with before.
If she were to ever hurt her… No. Sable doesn’t let herself focus on those thoughts, just stays conscientious of how she touches her.
She lets her tongue guide her to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as her hand massages the first. Mariam’s breast overflows her hand wonderfully, and with a soft growl, she pulls her lips from Mariam’s nipple and begins to work her way down her body.
Kissing, sucking, leaving marks as she goes, all the way to her hip.
She laves her hip bone with her tongue, then lips, then teeth, until Mariam protests.
“Sable, please, I want you so bad,” she whimpers, spreading her knees.
“What do you want, pretty thing?” She moves her body to lie between those open legs, looking at the plump lips of her cunt. Straight, dark hairs cover the cushioned top. Sable doesn’t touch her yet. She wants to hear her wants.
“Please, touch me,” Mariam begs, spreading her hips even more, opening herself up to Sable’s gaze.
She grins devilishly. She can see the dark pink of her inner lips as she presses a soft kiss to her paler outer ones.
Sable spreads them, massages them with her thumbs.
There is already slick gathered from her clit down to her hole, which seems to throb in time with her heartbeat.
She looks excellent. Good enough to eat, for sure.
Sable’s wolf howls in agreement, demanding she be taken immediately. Ours, it snarls.
Sable gives an experimental lick from her entrance to her clit, running her tongue over it in a few quick flicks.
Mariam whimpers loudly and squirms under her, trying to get closer to her mouth.
Sable growls softly before running her tongue roughly over her clit.
Mariam’s legs shake and her body twists as Sable does it again and again.
Sable snarls in satisfaction before sealing her lips over her clit and sucking and tonguing her eagerly.
Mariam’s body thrums under her, squirms, twists, curls.
Her back arches as her cries come louder, soft sobs joining them.
She will not last long, this much Sable knows.
She can smell and feel how close she is.
Her Fae powers heighten and surge through her, flowing into Mariam as well.
She can tell when they hit because Mariam practically screams, and Sable has to use those very powers to muffle her sounds to keep people from knowing what they are doing.
Sable continues, watching Mariam’s body writhe under her ministrations. Mariam finally finds herself able to speak, but barely. “S-Sable, I’m—I’m gonna come again—”
Sable growls and continues, opening the full flood of her powers to them both.
Sex makes her stronger, more dangerous, a better lover, too.
And Mariam gets the full experience as she screams again, sobbing uncontrollably, before her body finally calms and she begins to push Sable’s head away.
Panting, Sable gives her cunt one last lick, savoring her taste, before sitting up between her legs.
And that’s when it happens. She feels a strange sensation in her chest, like… like she is lighter than a cloud. Like when a bird sings its song in the early morning air, or when the full moon rises in the night sky. It clicks, just as she was always told it would. The mating bond.
By the Spirits, she’s mated to a human witch.
~§~
Mariam lies there for a long moment as her breathing comes back to normal.
She opens her eyes and sits up on her elbows, meeting Sable’s gaze.
There is a funny feeling in her chest, like…
like when she watches a sunrise and marvels at the colors of the sky.
She feels light and warm and… so connected to the woman in between her knees.
It’s like nothing she’s felt before with anyone else.
Is this love? It feels too soon for it, but…
Mariam isn’t sure what else it could be.
She finds Sable watching her with an odd, soft look, like she has something she isn’t sure how to say. “Sable? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweet. I just like looking at you.” She smiles distantly and rubs a hand over Mariam’s smooth calf.
Mariam cocks her head. “Don’t you want me to get you off, too? It’s only fair.”
Sable laughs, then begins to crawl up the makeshift bed, lying against her. “Can I just hold you, for right now? I’ll let you take your turn later, I promise.”
“Yeah, of course.” Mariam turns on her side as Sable nestles closer, pressing her butt to Sable’s pelvis.
One of Sable’s strong arms worms its way under her pillow, while the other lands on her soft belly and begins to gently massage and rub there.
Sable nuzzles into her hair, kissing and rubbing her nose there, before moving to her shoulder.
Gentle, sweet kisses. It’s strange: this aggressive, standoffish woman who she’s known for two weeks is suddenly a gentler lover than her last boyfriend, whom she was with for a year. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes. Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop?” She pauses, pulling back just a bit.
“No! Not at all. I just… didn’t expect you to be so affectionate.”
Sable laughs quietly, her voice low. “I really have enjoyed my time with you, Mariam. I… we don’t normally have this between us. Faerals. It’s brutal and it’s sexual, and that’s it.”
“So, why is it different with me?” Mariam asks, shivering as Sable’s hand brushes through the pubic hair on her mound.
“You’re not a Faeral, obviously,” she says, kissing the back of her head. “You’re a soft, warm human who I don’t want to be rough with.”
Mariam considers that. A woman who knows only brutality wants to be gentle with her… Her heart squeezes. How could anyone have been so cruel to Sable? She is sweet and kind and… so warm herself. “Well… I’m glad for that.”
“Me too. Sleep, my pretty Mariam. I’ll be here with you.” Sable curls around her and pulls a blanket over them, keeping their bodies close.
It takes some time, but Mariam eventually falls asleep to the light touch of a rough hand as it soothes her skin.
~§~
Sable sighs quietly, marveling at her human in the moonlight filtering in through the drapes.
She can feel the cord connecting them so fully…
She wonders what it will take for Mariam to feel it too.
Would she even know what it meant if she did?
Sable feels so vulnerable, so… at the mercy of the universe, in a way she never has before.
Protect herself, she can do. But protect her mate?
Her very easily crushed human mate? She doesn’t know how she’ll accomplish that.
Hell, she hasn’t even heard of same-sex mates.
Faerals have the same low fertility rates of all Fae, and as far as Sable knew before tonight, the sole purpose of the mating bond is to connect partners who have a higher chance of reproducing.
Sable herself being only interested in women, she assumed she would never find her mate, if the Spirits even gave mates to people like her. Most Fae never find their mates anyway.
Yet, here, all the way in another realm, Sable had found hers… She does not know what to make of it. How had the Spirits come together to do this? It’s incredible. There must be more to mates than simply reproduction, for her and Mariam to be united.
Sable lays her head down on her pillow, mulling over her thoughts, as she enjoys the feeling of Mariam’s soft body against hers.
Her plump behind, her curvaceous stomach, and her lush breasts.
She is soft and warm and everything Sable craves.
How is she supposed to convince her that she is worthy of being her mate?
How will she prove it is worth the danger to be with her, for as long as they both may live?
Sable doesn’t have an answer for that. She can’t even begin to ponder a plan right now. Sleep is beginning to creep in and threaten to consume her conscious thought.
She gives in and lets the darkness overtake her.