I lose track of time, the fae fucking so often and so hard that I’m nothing but a dried up husk of a person by the time he’s ready for rest. Has it been days? I can’t be sure but I’m not ready for reality to creep back in. Perhaps I can force his rut just a little bit longer…

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He lies next to me in the bed, sleeping peacefully with one arm thrown across my hips. Even in sleep he grips my thigh with his hand as if he cannot be parted from me. It’s heady and intoxicating, but somehow I suspect when he wakes, he’ll be at the end of his rut, and our time will be over. I can’t know for sure but I sense it. 

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The heat within him has dissipated.

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I glance around to find the room is a mess, clothing and sheets crumpled up in random piles. I myself am a mess as well with dried cum and honey coating my skin. A fig stem hangs from my hair—a reminder of how he ate dinner off my body last night.

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I want him again, and my magic agrees, building under my skin as purple flames skip along my palms. They flicker and wane as I slip out from under him, carefully moving his arm. I’ve got ideas, and I want to tease him, to try something I hinted at before that seemed to drive him wild. 

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A sort of melancholy steals over me as I pull the sheet down from where it covers his lower half. He huffs into the pillow, his now-empty fist tightening around the mattress as he rocks his hips. I wonder if he’s dreaming of everything we’ve done over the last few days.

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My cheeks heat as I think about it and admire him from behind. Straddling his legs, I run my fingers up the back of powerful thighs, appreciating every striated muscle and the dark hair that lightly covers him. I move to the round, muscular globes of his ass. He’s covered in scratch marks, and there’s even a bite on the side of his hip from a particularly violent orgasm he drew out of me.

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My face is on fire as I drag my breasts along the back of his big legs, up over that perfect ass, settling them at the base of his back. My mouth finds his muscular shoulders and I kiss and lick my way along first one sharp blade, and then the other. The fae lets out a sleepy rumble as my magic stirs, stroking up his legs.

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I continue my lazy perusal up the middle of his back, still straddling him when his sleepy harrump turns into something more needy. His hips thrust against the bed as a soft growl leaves his throat. When I nip my way along his shoulder, I look down at his face to see one black eye open and hooded with lust.

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“Witch,” he rasps, his voice still full of sleep. “What are you—fuuuuck.” He shifts up onto his elbows as I ride him like a horse, my magic stroking his balls and playing with the pucker between his ass cheeks.

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“How would you like to be taken the way you took me?” I lean down and growl into his ear, nipping at the sensitive lobe as his head falls to one side, giving me access. A vein throbs under his skin, calling to the predatory side of my magic. It’s the side my grandmother told me never to unleash. 

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Run. Hide. Never show them what you are. 

Remain unseen, child.

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In fact, she spent an entire lifetime ensuring I never unleashed anything at all.

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The more time I spend around this beautiful, tumultuous male, the more I wonder if that was a mistake.

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Still, as he shifts back to meet the gentle thrusts of my magic against his ass, sadness settles in my chest again. I will have to give him up soon, and I don’t know how I’m going to do that.

Merri

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