Somehow, in the span of a quarter hour, I’ve gone from worrying deeply about “paying” for my fare to demanding this fae give me his cock. Fear and worry is gone. Shame is gone. Any sort of regret has long dissipated. I should be embarrassed, or maybe horrified, definitely reticent—but I can’t find it in me to feel any of those things.

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There is only my power and I am drunk on it and the way it rises to meet his. I don’t know much about fae but something about his dominance brings out a primal side of me I frankly did not know existed.

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He’s so big. He could overpower me with a flick of the wrist, but his magic is sweet as candy in my mouth. It calls mine, as if our powers are playful in the presence of one another; I’ve never felt so strong, but that power has to go somewhere. It wants to taunt and tease him, to push and pull his own magic until they burst together in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.

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Grandmother never bothered to mention any of this.

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With a snap of my fingers, I too the fae against the headboard, big arms splayed over his head and wrists caught in magical handcuffs. It’s not something I can keep going for very long, just a moment or two, else I’d have done it with the soldiers. But somehow I know my magic will work better on this male, who gives me a devilish grin from his place pinned to the hard surface.

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Give me more of that, he seems to say, his gaze hot on mine. He shifts his hips once, his big cock clearly outlined against the front of his trousers. He’s far too clothed, and I want equality in the state of our undress.

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Leaning forward, I reach for the strings of his pants and undo them swiftly. They already hung low on his muscular hips, but now I see the entire deep vee leading down into the coarse hair around his length. My mouth waters with the need to see it, and he knows, lifting his hips as I pull his pants down powerful thighs and off his long, elegant feet.

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His cock springs free, bobbing up against his stomach. The fae laughs, but never stops smirking at me, not when I reach out to touch the bulbous mushroom head. Not when I stroke a hand down the shaft, admiring the thick veins that travel its length and disappear behind the head. He says nothing until I lean down and close my lips around the tip, sucking gently, my touch a soft taunt.

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“More,” he breathes out, his body still as his head falls back against the wooden headboard. 

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There’s something about seeing the immense, strong fae so vulnerable that lights me up from the core outward. He trusts me to make him feel good, despite the hold my magic has on him. His heart is a steady drumbeat, my senses fine-tuning to him. I dip my head, lapping softly at the trail of precum that leaks from his substantial cock.

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What is this recentering of focus, this bolstering of power? Why did no one ever tell me.

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The only thing the women of my family told me was to avoid the underground at all costs.

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But why? I cannot fathom it. 

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Because this? It’s fucking beautiful, and the way he grunts when I take him into my mouth serves only to heighten my own pleasure. Thin lips part, his throat bobbing as he squints his eyes and pulls against the glowing blue cuffs. 

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When they don’t give, he growls, but his hips rise to meet my mouth as I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks. I keep my attention light and teasing and slow, because he did the same to me, but the reality is my magic can sense he’s going to unleash soon, and I want to enjoy the simmering torture of this first.

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“More,” he grunts out. “Take more of me, witch.”

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With a happy sigh, I press him further down my throat, past the back as I breathe through my nose. I’ve done this and hated it, but I want him to have the same ecstasy I did.

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And you don’t hate it with him, the devil on my shoulder whispers.

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“Sweet girl,” he groans. “Your mouth is so soft, so fucking good. Fuckkkk…” his gruff voice trails off into a deep, needy growl, his fangs flashing in the faded light of the room.

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Firelight dances off his brown skin as his abdominal muscles flex and contract, his big body tensing as his hips pick up a steady rocking pace to meet my tongue. Hips shift faster, shunting his cock in and out of my mouth as sweat beads across his abs, lodging itself in the valleys of his muscles.

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He looks on the edge of losing his mind, and I want to push him off that cliff and see what happens when he falls.

Sucking him deep between my lips, I press my magic into him, letting it fill us both and explode outward in the room, knocking pictures off the walls as it thrums in my veins.

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“Come,” I command him, my mouth popping off his cock for just one moment. “Come, my fae…”