The lights from the city were some of the only real excitement in The Duchess of the court of Aureus Lux’s life.
The Duchess lived in a small glade close to the Aureus Lux City Park. If one wanted to visit her, it would be a quick hop down the Red Line down the subway for three stops, then a few blocks to her place. It wasn’t all that far if you went that way, and you could avoid traffic, but you would encounter one more problem to visit her.
Fae weren’t allowed in human cities. They were far too dangerous. So she remained sequestered in a place just left of what most men called ‘reality’, relaxing away the day with the other fae. Sometimes, she enjoyed watching as the lights from the buses passed by the tree she made her home. Occasionally, when a witch or a wizard who was being particularly cheeky with their Spell Phones and accidentally came a little too close, she would steal some candy from them.
This glade was her home; her own little court within the great seelie court. Ruling only by her title of Duchess, she had absolute power here – as much as one could have absolute power in the home of such a chaotic race. Even if it was a prison to keep her kind away from the human world, she could do whatever she wanted here.
She was respected. She was visited every time another member of a ‘foreign’ court came to her little glade. The Duchess ruled, and when she dropped the playful giggles and spoke seriously, nobody dared to speak against her. She was bored. So occasionally, despite how hilariously illegal it was for even her, she would occasionally dip into the human world and pick things up. Her collection was vast.
She loved mirrors which she used to admire herself almost every day, showing off alabaster-white skin, massive breasts with huge, heart-shaped aereolas, a large butt and hips, and a belly that apparently most human women would have found shameful and embarrassing, but she couldn’t help but grin when she squeezed it. Short and stout, with bright pink hair, bright green eyes and bright pink lips, this noble sidhe certainly stood out even before one noticed her butterfly wings, stained in hues of magentas and purples.
Having swiped a mirror enchanted with a spell, she could sometimes pick up some of the shows that played on the humans’ television. There were boring dramas about crimes and murders, fun shows of humans cooking up their delicious looking food, but her favorite were the shows of dancing colors; drawings come to life with vibrant, fun voices.
She also enjoyed card games, although she could never manage to get her hands on entire decks, so the games she used to drag the other fae around into were always a little lopsided and weird, and eventually they stopped playing after she memorized just how the deck differed from how decks were supposed to be.
She loved stuffed animals; she could hug and squeeze them all she wanted and sleep with them in her massive bed without worrying about them trying to pull a prank as almost every sidhe she would invite there almost inevitably would. The ragged little bears and giraffes and her favorite, a floppy eared dog, kept her from being lonely at night when she felt lonely.
She found herself enjoying the coloring and activity books that children had, and she had stolen seemingly hundreds of them over the last decade, adorning her mirrors with stickers, the inside of her tree with ripped out pages of coloring books, garish creatures decorating her home. She had seen enough cats to know they weren’t bright green, enough dogs to know that they weren’t yellow with pink polka dots, and horses didn’t naturally come in rainbow colors, but who was gonna stop her.
When it came to coloring books, her boredom had been cut through when she found a new coloring book and she had been spending all day and night turning it from a barely touched thing formerly belonging to a child to something that was a new, beautiful work of art, including a crayoned in orc family that came in a technicolor that just wasn’t accurate; a red and blue orc would not, in fact have a green son and pink daughter. Genes just didn’t work like that.
“Duchess,” a deep, baritone voice belonging to Llew tried to interrupt her coloring.
She ignored it, and kept coloring in her book.
“Duchess, there’s something happening!”
The Duchess wiggled her ass at the fairy trying to get her attention, and there was quite a lot of ass for her to wiggle at said fae.
An exasperated sigh. “Duchess, there’s a human coming here,” mumbled the frustrated fae with mane-like blue hair and slumped shoulders.
The girly little fae stopped filling in the orc daughter’s rainbow-colored teeth. “A human?” she said in a soft, feminine, high-pitched voice.
“Yes. Should I drive him out?” the Llew asked. The Duchess glanced back over her shoulder; this guy was far more serious than she knew how to deal with, and took his job of ‘neighborhood watch’ way too seriously. Instead, she just grinned.
“Naaaaah. I’ll take care of it,” she said, standing up giving a wink before her form began to fade, body splitting into leaves in the wind before disappearing altogether in a swirl of color. It had been so long since a human had wandered into her home. Perhaps she would just steal the colors from their body and leave them in monochrome, if she was feeling nice. If this human didn’t entertain her though, perhaps she would pluck them limb from limb for stepping foot on her glade.
A human, in Tir Na Nog! She knew that it was completely illegal for a human to come here; they feared what they could not control, and her kind were far too strong, far too magical and mysterious to be controlled, so humans weren’t even allowed to come here, lest they be tricked into letting some token of the fae’s power leak out.
In the branches of a tree, she turned back from wind to colors to flesh, confirming that there was indeed a human right in front of her. A young man, dressed in a wine red robe that covered him from head to toe, concealing most of his form. Becoming wind again, she explored him from another angle. Still, the young man kept his head down. In the form of a wind sprite, she couldn’t get a good look at his face.
Even if he didn’t look up, she could tell that more and more of the residents of her glade were gathering around. In trees, under the earth, in the sky; they all wanted to see just what a human who would trespass on the hallowed ground of the fae would do.
A wave of her fingers kicked up a wind, striking a pine cone and launching it to bounce against a tree. In reflex, the young man stopped and glanced over, before facing forward again towards their glade – right where she positioned herself not feet from the young man, a smile of mischief on her face.
“Hiya!” she said as the man jumped a little, knocking his hood off. She had to admit, she liked what she saw; he was a human in his late 20s, with fashionable square glasses resting on beautiful brown eyes, tan skin framed with long curly hair that went down past his shoulders. He was tall, too; must have been a foot taller than her.
“Don’t… do that.” he said, a little nervously, regaining his balance.
She just giggled. “And who are you to tell me what to do?” she asked in a playful, girly voice, her tone hiding the threat not to dare tell her to do anything.
“I’m…” he paused, and then let out a small chuckle. “I guess I’m a trespasser, huh?” he accepted with a small smile, to which she nodded vigorously.
“Yepyep! You’re a trespasser!” she said, disappearing from in front of him, and moving behind him, leaning up on her tiptoes to whisper in her ear. “It’s not many humans who dare to come to our ground. You must be pretty stupid,” she said. There was maliciousness in her voice; envy that this being from the world of bright lights, loud sounds, and video games would step on her turf.
“Mmm…” he said, crossing his arms and frowning as if it was an insult. He didn’t jump that time, though, and when he glanced back and she moved again to avoid his gaze, he grinned. “Maybe a little stupid,” he said, before turning to where she… well, was, in past-tense. “But I don’t mind being a little dumb when I have something I want to do.”
With that robe, she figured where his ass must be and went to slap it before disappearing with a giggle – a fake giggle that hid disappointment at hitting his thigh. His legs were longer than she thought. “And just what do you want to do…Child of Man,” she said, appearing right before where he was.
She detected his balance shift back, but he didn’t take a step back. Startled, but unwilling to show weakness, she only saw him look away from her eyes for a moment when his eyes trailed down her body before he forced them to focus on hers. The Duchess tried to lean up closer, but he just leaned down, his eyes close to hers’. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat; she was expecting to run into some terrifying child or some boisterous warrior, but this was different.
Under that robe, she felt a body with strong musculature, a man towering over her, with intense presence but no antagonism. She could see that it was an act of willpower for this man to not let his eyes devour her body like a man starving.
“I’m just here to collect some ingredients. I do alchemy,” he responded.
“An alchemist, are you?” she asked from behind, whispering in his ear. This time he nodded, without even trying to look back at her. “Isn’t it illegal to come to Tir Na Nog?” Back into her wind form and-
“Like I care.”
Her eyes met his, when she reformed into flesh again after asking the question. This time she was momentarily taken aback; he predicted exactly where she would reappear. She became wind again, and when she reformed, he was looking in the wrong place, before his neck snapped towards her. She couldn’t help but grin darkly.
“And why should I just let you do that? Shouldn’t I just turn you into a mouse for daring to come to Tir Na Nog?” she asked, threateningly pointing an index finger at her, narrowing her eyes as sparks and swirls of pink and magenta circled her finger.
“I mean, you probably should turn me into a mouse, but that isn’t a fairy thing,” the young man said, taking a step towards her and leaning in to tower over her, grinning.
She smiled and nodded vigorously. “Yep! You’re right! But really, why should I let you just come and take stuff?” she asked, crossing her arms and looking at him. “Maybe if you give me some fun, then I’ll let you come over once in a while.”
The young man raised an eyebrow. “’Some fun’? Is that what you want?” he asked, crossing his arms. “What kind of fun do you want?”
The Duchess smiled. “Any kind of fun,” she said, before moving to his side, bumping him with her hip and making him stumble, which caused her to grin in delight. She had a good hundred pounds on him it seemed, so he would be easy to just knock about if she felt like it.
“Any? That’s a pretty wide door… What if I wanted to do something untoward?”
“Untoward?” She giggled and appeared behind him, leaning back against him, once again nearly bowling him over. “I mean, do you really think you could even catch me?”
“So that’s a challenge, then?”
Another hip bump and another stumble. “I dunnoooooo is it?”
“So what you’re saying is that when I can catch you, you consent to me giving you fun however I want to.”
“If,” she said with a playful smile, shaking her finger to tease him.
“My name is Sirius. Your safe word is ‘Red’,” the young man dared her to teleport.
She took the dare, once again becoming wind. Lashing out with fingertips like lightning, he tried to capture her, but just as the tip of his finger grazed her wrist, it split into flower pedals before disappearing. She could just fade and appear a distance away, but she wanted to toy with this human for a while, darting in and out of the form of flesh, letting him get closer and closer to capturing her with every time she became wind.
The human used his hood and glasses to hide his expression, concealing it from her. The Duchess pouted, and from behind she pulled his hood down before disappearing as he reached back, narrowly missing grabbing the front of her non-existent shirt; whatever he was used to, it wasn’t nudists.
The wind carried her voice as the young man looked around, frustration and fear momentarily taking form on his face as she giggled all around him. “What’s the matter?” she asked him from every direction, before appearing in front of him and above in a tree, reaching up to grasp one of the apple-like fruit on the branches. “Can’t catch me?”
His eyes faced downwards, and he refused to look up at her. “Nah.” She didn’t catch that the expression he hid was one of elation and delight, as with his left hand he snapped.
Before she had any chance to react, tiny kitty stickers on her wrists, her chest, and left leg all glowed for a moment before burning up with a white flame that produced no heat. Before she could counter, the magical trap he laid with all those near-misses went off, and dragged in on the wind, she was thrown bodily towards Sirius.
Defensive instincts lit up and she became wind, reforming to his right and immediately feeling his fingers grasp her hair and jerk back lightly, startling her and sending a spark of arousal through her. “Gotcha.”
The Duchess was on the ground so fast it took her mind a moment to catch up to her body.
With such a strong contact she couldn’t become wind, and unused to reacting quickly in any other way, her mind didn’t react fast enough to pull away, grab his arm, or do anything. Before she had a chance to respond, his leg lightly swept one of hers from under hers’, jerking down on her hair at the same time, dropping her to her knees as he held onto her hair.
With a girlish squeal, she tried to reach up to grab his wrist, incapable of becoming wind while he was in direct contact. She tried to push up with her knees, but Sirius just jerked her head lightly, pulling her onto her side with her cheek pressed against the grass under them. Pain tugged through her scalp as pleasure also shot through, and involuntarily moans escaped her lips. Pulling one hand back, Sirius struck her ass with a single hand.
She nearly howled; the feeling of his hand on her ass shot through her whole body and made her body stiffen without control. Pain and pleasure wrapped in one in that single blow, and echoes of the stinging lingered in her massive bottom. A second strike found itself on the other side of her ass and once again she jerked.
The Duchess tried to escape his grip, but she couldn’t – he had too firm a grip in her hair, and moreover he was powerful. She outsized him by far, but with those long limbs with steel cords for muscles, she couldn’t overcome him. Instead, for once, she felt small rather than big and chubby, overwhelmed and overpowered as this young man continued to beat her ass.
Being overpowered was humiliating enough, but here she was – the duchess of this court, brought down with her cheek pressed to the cool night ground with everyone around watching. She could feel their eyes on her, watching the way her ass bounced, hearing the way she squealed with every blow. Disempowered, she tried to focus on the indignant rage and push this Sirius off – she wouldn’t dare admit she couldn’t escape and safe word – but both the gap in strength and the feeling of eyes on her weakened her. Aroused her.
Every blow stung a little more, made her grit her teeth a little more. Whimpering, without obeying her, her body started to buck and groans escaped her lips. She felt her pussy begin to pulse and throb slightly, excitement beginning to dance through her body as she shook and trembled. Thighs pressed together as her ass was reddened more and more.
Slowly, she let herself sink into the pleasure of the pain. She relaxed her muscles, and felt his arm holding her hair relax just a little bit, but his fingers kept hold of her hair. The pain was rough, harsh, and reflexively she reached her arms back to block his hand from spanking one part of her ass, but when she covered both cheeks, he just used his wide hand to spank between them, hitting both at the same time.
“Hands on the ground, fairy,” he commanded.
She shook her head.
Sirius moved from beside her to behind her, still keeping hold of her hair and reached around with his other hand and wrapped it around her neck, squeezing. Fingers pinching the sides of her neck, hand cupped against her throat, he stole her breath, and a new sort of arousal filled her mind.
It was a sort of fear, mixed with an intense excitement from that fear. “Hands. Ground. Now. Fairy,” he growled as he pulled her head back, controlling it with his fist in her hair and hand on her neck. She could feel through his robe a large, hard cock pressing against her ass, and that just made her pussy throb and ache as she grew weaker from being choked.
Slowly, she put her hands down on the cool night ground, and Sirius paused until he was sure she would keep them there.
A soft kiss on the back of her head. Two whispered words. “Good girl.” The approval in those words, and the small, simple affection lit the Duchess’ mind up and made her heart race and belly swirl with delightful feelings, before Sirius moved to beside her, before, on a whim, pulling her by the hair across his lap.
Across his lap, she felt his cock pressed against her belly. She felt the strong muscles of his legs and his torso, and the fact that under the alchemist’s robe, Sirius was solid.
The next blow came, and she held onto this human’s legs and moaned, no longer holding back. Closing her eyes, she accepted every spanking, thrusting and grinding against air after every blow. The spankings were completely soaking her pussy, making her consider opening her mouth and ask for his cock; surely if he could do this with just a few spankings, a bit of hair pulling and a little choking then his cock would be glorious, right?
Another blow, and this time afterwards he caressed her ass with his fingertips, giving gentle massaging and squeezing sensations. Her moans grew more wanton as she surrendered herself to the pleasured feeling. This wasn’t her first experience with kink, but this was the first time with a human, and the first time she was so utterly, overwhelmed physically.
“Beg to cum, fairy.” Sirius ordered her.
She paused, biting her lower lip. A powerful blow struck the middle of her ass, sending pain shooting through her as she cried out and moaned, hips bucking desperately, body craving more sensation. “Please,” she asked.
“Please what?” Sirius traced his fingers along her inner thighs, not quite touching her pussy. The touch was so close that it made her kick her legs and whimper. Her instincts told her to demand he make her cum, but she knew that he would just spank her again.
“Please… make me cum…” she asked.
Sirius decided to, just a little bit, touch her pussy. Her body stiffened as the tips of his fingers brushed against her vulva, teasing her, driving her up the wall. Whining, she kicked her knees and bucked, stopping only when the blow of another spanking ripped through her.
“Please make me cum, sir,” she asked properly this time, and she felt his free hand pat her head.
“Good girl,” and with that, he slid two fingers into her pussy and curved them just slightly. There was no resistance; her soaking wet cunt clamped down on his fingers as bliss ran through her. She couldn’t help but arch her back and gasp, grinding back against him as he fingered her, rubbing the inside of her pussy, fingers thrusting in and out of her.
The Duchess whimpered, cried out, moaned in a high pitched voice, whimpering and bucking, pressing against his fingers. She felt his cock pressing against her body from inside the robe as she grinded back on his fingers. The sound of her being fingered surely filled the glade, and the thought of everyone coming and watching her be laid low, be fingered just made her even wetter.
“Please, sir,” she managed to get out between breathy moans, pressing her body back against his fingers. She wanted that cock, but she needed to cum. “Please make me cum, please, make me cum, sir,” she said, gasping and bucking against him.
He fingered her faster and harder, the sound of her wet pussy filling the glade as she writhed in his lap. Her nails held onto his leg as she laid across his lap and dug in. Involuntary spasms shot through her and her whole body seized up, back arching.
“Sir, sir, I’m, I’m…” she nearly whited out as joy rushed through her and she felt the heat of an orgasm overtake her. Legs kicked and a howl of lust ripped through her home as she gave in utterly to being pleasured by this human, submitting to him completely.
Through her orgasm he pushed his fingers into her harder, faster, driving her higher and higher into a further bliss. The Duchess howled and groaned, twisting and whimpering and crying out as her climax was pushed higher and higher, until finally it ended and she found herself collapsing.
The sensation was too much, overwhelming. Her mind felt shattered, and she could do nothing except writhe and whimper and cry out, words stolen from her.
Finally, the pounding from his hand stopped, and the human pulled his hand from her pussy and rested his cum-soaked hand on her hip, using the other hand to pet her hair. She couldn’t make out much other than the soft sound of his voice, deep and tender, telling her that she was a good girl.
“Will you…” she could barely believe she was asking a human this, but she wanted more. She craved more. She felt his cock inside his rope and she wanted it. She needed it.
“Sir?” she asked.
“Yes, fairy?” he asked, petting her hair. She pressed her body down lightly against.
“Sir… will you fuck me?” she asked, and drew pause from the young man. She worried that he wasn’t going to, before the hand petting her hair grew into a fist and pulled back on her, causing her to gasp. Her pussy throbbed as her body grew rigid.
“Are you sure you want that?” he asked, using his free hand to reach back down and trace his nails lightly along the red marks on her ass. Although he wasn’t using any force, the sensitive skin being scratched caused her whole body to prickle with goosebumps and a tiny, low guttural groan to escape her throat.
“Please, sir,” she said, bucking her hips. “If you’ll just fuck me I’ll let you come back and take what you want…” she pleaded, and he gave a soft smile.
“Alright. If you’re going to be a little whore then I’ll oblige,” he said; although the word was harsh, his tone was unbelievably tender – almost admiring that she would consider such a deal. As he her go, she crawled off of him and watched him disrobe. “What’s your name?”
She bit her lip. The fae didn’t really share their names; even abridged names, even false names that fae thought belonged to them could give someone some power, and that wasn’t power she was willing to give up. “Call me by my title, Duchess,” she said, to which he smiled. Titles were fine; they didn’t grant such power.
The red robe dropped onto the grass, showing off a body that was as powerful as she predicted; long arms and legs with lean muscle, dotted with an assortment of tattoos that formed runic bands around his limbs, protecting him from certain kinds of magic. A torso that had only a tiny amount of fat atop the musculature, and another tattoo – this one decorative, of an eastern pair of black and white dragons locked in a dance – lay over his chest. Tracing down, his hairless chest gave way to a small trail of pubic hair as she gazed down between his leg and couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of his cock; a large, throbbing thing, glistening with a bit of precum.
From the pocket in his robe, he withdrew a black ring of some kind of stretchy material with an enchantment – invisible to human eyes but easy to tell that it was a contraceptive and disease protection spell in the ring; he had no real way of knowing that fae were immune to human diseases, and didn’t get pregnant if they didn’t want, but she couldn’t help but admire the intelligence and preparation.
Admiration time didn’t last long though. Once he was nude, his hand was on her chest just above her breasts and pressing down, pinning her to the cool night ground. Gazing into his brown eyes, she felt her heart race, excitement throbbing in her body, pussy aching and craving to be taken.
Sirius didn’t break eye contact as with one hand he grabbed her thigh, digging nails in and prying her legs apart, before she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the lips of her vulva.
Please, sir, she mouthed. Excitement, nervousness; she had been used to being on top and taking sidhe as she commanded them; this would be the first human to take her pussy and only the third being ever to top her.
The rush of heat from that first thrust. The feeling of his hand on her chest dig nails in lightly. The sound of him growl and the pleasure that came from a cock filling her up, and Duchess cried out, arching her back and wrapping her arms around him. Her ass, sore from beatings brushed and grinded against the ground as she writhed underneath Sirius as he leaned in and bit her shoulder, adding pain in with the pleasure.
Sirius’s nails dug into her thighs and pulled her harder and harder on him. Every thrust rocked her entire body and forced her cunt to clamp down on him. Her cries, breathy filled the glade. When her eyes strayed, she saw one of her neighbors gazing down at her with envy, having never been able to make her scream in 10 years the way this human could in 10 minutes.
Her eyes bulged and her back arched, wings fluttering as Sirius sat up, lifting her legs up and pulling them together over one of his shoulders. Every thrust after felt like he was fucking her all the way through, nearly tearing her in half with his poundings. His eyes, more and more like those of a beast than a man, showed desire and lust as he admired her body; her bouncing breasts, rippling thighs, even the tummy that so many humans hated seemed to be loved by him.
His hand lashed out and wrapped itself around her neck as he leaned in a bit, and she felt her body weaken as she was being choked. His strength, holding her down, pounding her. His strength, stealing her breath, making her heartbeat feel harder and harder. Her senses fading from the lack of oxygen, as her pussy clamped down harder and harder.
She couldn’t squeal or scream as her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, making it feel massive. She couldn’t get the air to scream as her pussy gushed, covering Sirius’ thighs with her hot cum, gushing and squirting as he pushed into her. As her body clamped down and tried to force his cock out he only fucked her harder, eyes growing more and more desperate. Her senses blanked out and her body writhed, helpless as her wings fluttered and she whimpered, shaking and trembling, sweat glazing her body and making her shine.
“C…” she tried to beg him to cum inside her, tried to beg her to fill him up. Eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped. She couldn’t form words, was helpless, was nothing more than Sirius’ fucktoy right now, and that’s exactly what she wanted. Her body ached, her cunt ached but craved more.
Sirius’ growl practically became a roar as she felt him explode inside her, filling her with hot, thick cum, driving his cock into her harder and harder through the thrusts. Delight couldn’t escape her lips as his neck squeezed tighter and she felt herself coming close to passing out, her nails digging into the ground and ripping up earth as she flailed and cried out, panting and moaning.
Sirius lost control and kissed her. Passionate, hungry, adoring, vicious, Sirius’ lips pressed against hers as he let go of her thighs and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her from underneath as she clung to him, moaning as he continued to grind, pussy full of his cock and full of his cum, skin completely coated in sweat as the night air cooled them together.
They stayed that way for a few minutes until the kiss broke, and the two of them gazed into one another’s eyes, panting, exhausted, tired, bodies sore.
“You’re really beautiful, Duchess,” Sirius said, and her heart skipped a beat before she leaned in for another kiss.
Pinned. Defeated. Fucked. This was what Duchess had been wanting for so long, even if she didn’t know it. The feeling of this human’s cock still throbbing inside of her, his hands on her, the adoration in his eyes when he didn’t just see another cute person but a hot woman made her melt a little.
When the kiss broke, Duchess squealed when Sirius pulled back, rolling her along with him. His cock being pulled from her pussy gave an empty feeling that drove her to whimper, but when he laid on her back and forced her body into position so his chest would be a pillow as they laid together on the ground, she bit back any complaints.
She fell asleep for a while. Gentle hands, contrasting this young man’s previous viciousness comforted her. The stable heartbeat of a human instead of the chaotic cacophony from inside a fae’s chest was perfect for sleeping to. Eventually, though, he ended up gently patting her back, causing her to groggily look up at him.
“Hey, Fairy; you okay?” He asked. She couldn’t help but feel a little sad that now she was ‘fairy’ instead of ‘duchess’, but she tolerated it.
Sitting up and stretching her wings before her arms, Duchess let out a soft yawn. “I’m alright, Sirius. You make a sufficient pillow,” she confirmed, she looking at him incredulously when he offered his hand to help her up. What sort of human gave such gestures of tenderness and affection not just to a stranger, but to a fae?
Taking his hand, she compared it to her own and found it to be quite large.
“Now… I guess…..” he had gone from being this confident, powerful rival to an arrogant and strong dominant lover, then to a tender boy almost, and now he seemed a bit awkward and shy. Duchess couldn’t help but smile at the multitudes that this weird human had. Clearing his throat, he focused his mind on what his goal is. “I thank you for allowing me to gather reagents here. I should take it that those orgasms should serve as tribute?” he asked.
“They will,” she confirmed, trying to hide the way that she was getting aroused again just feeling his hot cum dribbling down her thigh and cooling.
“I’m glad,” he said, standing tall over her. The difference was obvious, and it made her feel small. As did his eyes on her, still looking over her flesh, admiring her curves. His cock, though well-worn still was nice and firm, as if all it would need would be a little love from her mouth to start round two. “I… suppose I should begin?” he suggested, awkwardly shuffling back to get his robe back on.
She forced a fake smile on, despite knowing better she had been hhoping that he would begin to take her from a second time. “Very well. I will make sure the others are aware that you’re welcome here,” she said with a smile before leaning up to give this cheeky human a kiss on the cheek before becoming wind.
From there, Sirius took the next few hours gathering bark, moss, grass, lake water, and dewdrops. She – and the other fae – remained unseen to him, but they still watched him. She admired the focus he gave his work, not to mention the way that he seemed to be able to shrug off the exhaustion from fucking her.
When he was done, he faced straight up at her from her place in the trees, a way of letting her know he tracked her down even when he didn’t react. “Thank you for your hospitality,” he said, giving her a smile. “I had a lot of fun. You’re fun to fuck.”
Duchess was pleased when he didn’t jump as she wrapped both her arms around one of his and pressed her body weight to him, feeling him shift to keep his balance. “Then why don’t you come back?” she asked, looking up at him pleadingly. “Pretty pleaaaaase?”
Sirius laughed out loud and reached up, ruffling her hair. Despite the fact that she was centuries older than him, it felt too right to have him ruffling her hair. “Will do, Fair-…Will do, Duchess,” he said to her, leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead – a kiss which she stole with her lips by getting on her tip-toes.
“Good!” she said vigorously. “…. Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer,” she asked seriously, to which the alchemist gave the request some thought.
“…No. I can’t. But if you want to come over on Jupiter Day…”
“Isn’t that illegal?” she asked teasingly, to which the young man gave a devilish grin.
“Like I care.”