CHAPTER 5 JARED
Present day
When I wake up again, it has to be around ten or maybe eleven in the morning.
The green fae isn't beside me, and I can't sense his presence anywhere in the cabin.
I can feel another wave approaching, though it hasn't reached its full strength yet. I get up and head to the bathroom, turn the faucet, and sink into pleasantly warm water.
As I lie there, my thoughts drift aimlessly until I find myself studying the pipes running through the wall, as I’m still unable to figure out how hot water reaches this place. I'm certain no electric heater kicks on when I turn the tap.
Eventually, my curiosity wins. I pull on yesterday's clothes and circle the cabin, soon discovering a hot spring about a hundred feet away, with freshly disturbed earth marking where the pipes were buried.
Clever! Free, environmentally friendly hot water without a boiler. Whoever built this cabin probably chose the location because of the spring.
But my curiosity isn't satisfied yet. It doesn't take long to discover how the cabin gets its electricity, either. A few dozen yards away, on a small rise, I spot a wind turbine designed to prevent birds from colliding with it.
Wow.
So this place is completely self-sufficient. A battery system must store the excess electricity and power the refrigerator, washing machine, and everything else. Solar panels wouldn't be ideal here during winter, but the turbine can run year-round. Well thought-out.
My little investigation is done, and one question remains at the forefront of my deliberations.
Why would someone build a cabin this isolated, completely disconnecting themselves from both the power grid and the water supply?
This is full-on off-grid living.
The strange part is that the cabin really isn't all that far from the town limits of Rainbow Springs. Maybe four miles at most. It wouldn't have been super difficult to bring electricity out here.
And yet… whoever built it chose not to.
Why?
Was someone hiding out here?
People usually don't hide without a reason. I remember all those quasi-military, quasi-loner clothes… the hunting gear.
Could the owner be some kind of dangerous weirdo?
And the worst part is that I notice something deeply unsettling as I stand by the entrance.
Security cameras.
There's a surveillance system here, subtly hidden inside something that looks like a swallow's nest, aimed at the front door and the corners of the cabin.
Wow… The man who owns this place can see everything that happens here.
I'm genuinely starting to worry about what'll happen if he comes back. Still, for now I can't solve the mystery of this cabin, especially with my mind buried beneath the haze of heat. I'm simply not thinking clearly.
I head back inside and wander into the pantry again.
There's a tall refrigerator inside. When I open it, I find rows of food with long expiration dates, along with cartons of milk. Beside them, on a small counter, sits the container of protein powder used to make the shakes.
I glance at the label.
FULL HEAT. High-Calorie Protein Shake for Omegas During Peak Heat.
I stare at it in disbelief. I'm almost certain that powder wasn't here the first time I walked into this room. Which means the fae must have bought it. Glowing green and naked, wandering around some shop? Unless there's another possibility. Maybe he has someone who does his shopping for him.
For a moment, I rub my temples as my head throbs. I simply can't fit all these pieces together.
So I just pull my clothes off again and lie back on the bed. Enough. No more chasing theories about the cabin and its owner. I’ll simply wait for the fae to return, hoping he won’t leave me here hanging.
Imagine my surprise when, only about fifteen minutes later, I hear movement in the next room, and the fae steps out of the pantry.
The pantry must have some kind of hidden entrance.
Am I so blind that I completely missed a hidden door? Unless the entity was here the whole time, lurking in some dark corner… perhaps invisible.
What the hell is going on here? My poor head. I'm honestly starting to think something's seriously wrong with it.
The green being is carrying another mug of shake.
The moment I see him, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, making sure there's no room for misunderstanding.
"The strongest part of my heat is starting."
Once again, I accept the mug from his hands and begin drinking. Questions crowd the tip of my tongue. I desperately want to know the truth about, well, everything, but then I realize it wouldn't really change my situation and could only potentially antagonize the fae.
I just have to survive this heat. Not play twenty questions.
I finish the shake and hand the mug back to him.
He disappears into the pantry for a moment, then comes back again. He stops beside the bed and looks at me, and I know exactly what he's asking without a single word.
Whether I need him right now.
Ah… I shake off all those swirling questions and return to the present. Smiling to myself, I pat the mattress.
"Will you lie down?"
The fae does as I ask, and I decide to take a little initiative again.
Hopefully, I’m getting better at this. It's hard to make out his expression through that golden haze, but I have the feeling he's in a pretty good mood.
I get onto all fours and slowly crawl toward him.
Of course, his green cock is already standing at nearly full attention, ready for action, but I decide to give it a little extra help…
I'm curious what a magical creature's cock tastes like, so I lean down, my long hair spilling around his body like a curtain of gold.
His hand slips into my soft waves, gently winding a few strands around his fingers, while his other hand brushes my cheek, his thumb lightly tracing the shape of my lips.
Alphas have always been obsessed with my lips.
They're not only full but, if I may say so myself, they have a naturally sweet, slightly pouty shape, and I can clearly see that same fascination in the way his gaze lingers on them.
Keeping my eyes on his, I close my lips around the head of his cock. I feel him stiffen even more at once, and the fae lets out a quiet breath. I know how to give a good blowjob. Mark sometimes preferred quick head instead of full-on sex, so I learned to do it efficiently.
His taste doesn't disappoint. It's clean and fresh, like the scent of the mountain forest itself.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, working him as deeply into my throat as I can.
His size makes it impossible to take all of him, of course, but I keep going, determined to take as much of him as I can.
As it turns out, I don't have to work nearly as hard as I expected.
The fae gently tightens his fingers in my hair.
I immediately understand what he's trying to tell me, so I raise a thumb to let him know I'm okay and that he can proceed.
I feel his hips lift ever so slightly, his balls draw up, and a heartbeat later my mouth fills with an incredibly sweet mint flavor.
Wow… what the fuck?
This doesn't taste like normal cum. It's wonderful!
How is that even possible? Is magical-creature jizz always this good, or is there something else behind it?
I've heard that True Mates find each other's cum unbelievably delicious, that it's one of the signs, but I don't know if that applies to forest entities.
Maybe all magical beings simply taste this yummy by default. Honestly, that seems just as likely.
"Wow… you taste good," I murmur, licking my lips.
The fae makes a small gesture that I understand immediately. He points at me, then gives me a thumbs-up. I just know he's trying to tell me I taste good too.
The next gesture is a little less obvious. He points at me again, then at his cock, moving it in a few small motions that I can't immediately interpret. He's clearly not asking for a second blowjob. Then it dawns on me. He's encouraging me to straddle him and ride him.
Wow… well, that's a bold request.
Sex is obviously nothing new to this fae.
Well… why not? I rarely did things like that, taking an active role was the last thing that ever interested me. But here… I'm somewhere else entirely. With him, it's just easier for me to relax.
Wearing a slightly uncertain expression, I swing one leg over his thigh and move closer to his steel-hard cock.
It's interesting that it hasn't gone soft. It looks like the fae is… in rut! Without a rut, it'd be hard to keep up the pace an omega in heat needs.
Although I need to remember he's magical, so the same rules that apply to ordinary alphas simply may not apply to him. The guy glows! If he's got enough mystical energy to do that, why wouldn't he have enough to keep his cock hard the whole time? Duh.
Biting my lower lip, I straddle his hips, but it's not easy.
His cock is seriously long, so I have to hike my hips up really high.
The green being seems to sense my struggle because he slides a couple of pillows under my knees to make it easier.
I grab his hot shaft and start lowering myself onto it, slow and steady.
Damn, why didn't I think of this sooner?
The stretch feels incredible. It takes some effort, but like I said, modeling keeps me disciplined with my workouts, and it's paying off now.
Soon, I start moving, and he watches me the whole time.
My hair is so long that it spills all the way down to his lower belly in a golden cascade.
I notice the fascination in his eyes. He keeps reaching up to run his fingers through the strands, winding them around his fingers or letting them slip through his palm.
He handles them gently, almost reverently, and I'm grateful.
I take good care of my hair with conditioners and hair masks to keep it healthy and free of split ends.