Nettle glanced back at him, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She flexed her wings, trailing her hand up the length of his shaft as she brought herself to hover over that sensitive tip. It was flushed deep purple, its strangely shapedhead seemed like the perfect seat, its dual slits begging for her fingers to trace their edges.
His fist curled around the base of his cock, holding it steady. Her foot found purchase resting on his knuckle, her legs clamped around the shaft.
She knew she couldn’t take him inside her, but she could still get a little friction between them. She settled her cunt against his cockhead, moaning lightly as the ridge of his piercing fit perfectly against her. Precum beaded between them, hot against her vulva.
Nettle rolled her hips again, and nearly sighed in relief at how good it felt to smother her cunt against something so warm and wet, the gush of his hot seed beading out of his slits. There was something about the intimacy of another body, the humid heat of skin to skin, that she hadn't been able to find at the Fey Court lately. Though the lovers she might take there were more appropriately sized to her, there had been something missing from the experience.
And he was just so large, his presence utterly overwhelmed hers.
She rocked her hips wildly, grinding her cunt to his massive cock head, his piercing pushing deeper into her with every thrust. She watched Silver’s brows draw together as his head tipped back in a groan.
“Firebug–!” He started to say, voice becoming a deep growl, and then his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth ground together.
She felt his seed flood against her cunt first, flowing hot and hard through her folds. The sensation reminded her of the lily pond pools of the Fey Court, the clear waterfalls catching the sunlight, laying under one of the tiny waterfalls with her legs spread wide, to feel the current of water wash hard against her clit until an orgasm overtook her. The rest of the fountain ofhis seed spurted straight up, catching against her stomach, her breasts, her chin, painting her body with hot white jets.
It came once, twice, three times, each time a scaldingly perfect and still too brief sweep of sensation radiating pleasure through her.
And then it was just her and Silver, his chest rising and falling with every hard breath. His eyes moved from the spilled drops of seed across his stomach to her, painted from cunt to chin in it, straddled across his wobbling cock head.
Silver’s chest heaved with his breath, as he scooped her up into his palm, cleaning her off with the edge of his shirt. Soon she laid back down on his chest, starting to doze off.
Silver’s voice, low and tender, rumbled under her. “What’s so special about this treasure of yours?”
“It’s... personal,” she answered after a few moments. She tried to tell herself that she didn’t care what the orc thought of her, because they would simply part ways at the end of this adventure the way they had started: as strangers.
“You don’t need to tell me.”
“No, it’s just… it’s hard to explain. There’s a lot of doorways to the fey realms in the Chasm. Spots that are warmer, always in bloom. Of course, though one might stumble upon the doorway, few have the ability to turn the key. And without my glow …”
She swallowed then, a lump in her throat that made the words too hard to speak aloud.I can never go home.She nodded. “There’s a magic spring at the end of this gauntlet. It’ll fix me.”
Silver was quiet for a long moment, before he asked, “What will you do when you’ve got your glow again? Go right back to your Fey Court?”
“I must.”
“Why?”
“Truthfully… I got my glow back the moment I left,” she admitted, and the glow deep in her being seemed to burn lower as she lingered over the memory. How excited she’d been to find it that quickly again, only for it to fade just as the novelty of being outside did.
“But when I tried to go back it disappeared again. I lost it as soon as I had it. I haven’t been able to get it to stay permanently since.” she added, with a bit of a forced laugh when she caught sight of his frown.
She had thought at first her glow had dimmed because she had grown bored with all the fey she’d known since the first dawn. That she couldn’t get away from every version of herself that she’d outgrown. But it had persisted as she struggled to find her footing in the world.
Despite her reassurance, Silver’s face remained unchanged.
“If your glow goes out every time you try to go home, maybe…” he didn’t finish the thought out loud, but he didn’t need to. Nettle had wondered it herself, but the world was different out here. She was alone, and apparently the right size for most creatures to snack on. It was too frightful and dangerous. She was nothing without her glow. And she couldn’t even go home.
Her heart ached with a terrible pang then, the burden of home. She tried to shrug, to scoff in an irreverent tone, “You said it yourself, before. I’m too prim. I’m not built for these adventures.”
She watched the dim cavern light dance across his face as a muscle tightened in his jaw. She looked away quickly. It was dangerous for her heart to suppose he might care.
4
Nettle had been enjoying the cozy warmth of sleeping on top of Silver, his large hand gently caged over her, his thumb under her cheek. It had been a while since she'd slept so well.
There was a sense of security, even gentleness, in feeling the rise and fall of his chest under her. His presence simply enveloped hers. She had heard other fey speak of the world falling away when they were with their lovers, but she hadn’t heard anyone say how a lover could become the world.
Oh, what was she thinking? How could she let her heart be so easily swayed by a night together? Nettle winced in memory. She had been naïve before, and she knew the consequences.
