EVERLEE - HALLOWEEN AT A SEX CLUB
It’sbeenthreemonthssince I’ve had a semi-decent fuck and that was with a Dullahan who was so ashamed of sleeping with me he took his head off and faced it in a corner. It’s like the entire bag on the head situation, only worse. Do you know how weird it is to fuck a guy with no head? I mean, the upside is that he’s not trying to suck your face off or slobbering all over you, but still. It was awkward as fuck when I was climaxing and tried to wrap my hands around his neck, only to have them slip off, causing me to punch myself in the face. Talk about an orgasm to remember.
And it’s not that I’m ugly, because I’m not. I’m not the prettiest thing that walked the earth, but I’m a solid eight, maybe eight point five, depending on the phase of the moon.
No. My appearance is not what makes me undesirable. It’s the fact I’m a Squib.
A fae born without superpowers.
A nobody. Someone seen as barely more tolerable than a mundane, or a human.
In my case it’s almost worse because Helsgard, the high court over the fae, thought I was going to be super powerful… the firstborn of an interspecies coupling. I wasn’t the first, but I’m rare. For the most part, fae species don’t mingle. Too much history and wars for most to see past.
Blood never forgets.
But historically, when there’s an interspecies union, their offspring, especially the firstborn, is more powerful than others of the species they become. My mom is a succubus and my dad is a werewolf. I could have become one of those, or something else entirely. Or, even more rare, a true fae. Each fae holds a recessive gene for the true fae, the sprite little fairies that once existed long ago.
Some believe they still exist and have gone into hiding. Others say they’ve all been killed off. True fae were very powerful and were natural healers, but some didn’t like that.
All that to say, I’m none of that.
When I turned nineteen, we waited like all families do for my powers to reveal themselves, but nothing. Year after year, we waited. Sometimes it can take longer… at least that’s what everyone who was in denial would tell me. But when my brother, Beckett, burst into a flame and was reborn into a phoenix at midnight of his nineteenth birthday, it all but solidified the fact I’m a squib. My parents still held out hope, but I knew. I just didn’t have the heart to tell them. I felt nothing. Although, there was one time I had a glimmer of hope, but I think it was just a really powerful orgasm.
My best friend Lizzy, a witch, felt bad for me and my pussy and gave me a ‘sorry you’re not super, but you’re still super to me’ gift. Her words, not mine. She has an unhealthy obsession with my pussy health, because she thinks I may have inherited some special powers from my succubus mother, but it works out well for me. She gets to try out new magic spells, and I get enchanted dildos. The one that caused me to think I was not a complete waste of space was the tentacle shaped dildo she gave me on my twenty-second birthday.
Good year.
Not really. More like good night. Well, if I’m being honest, good forty-three seconds. This tentacle looking dildo was dark and sparkly, and when I used it, it would come alive. At least that’s what it felt like. Once I put it in, it would move back and forth and side to side and would expand inside of me. Almost like a knotting. Although no one has ever knotted me. Someone would have to enjoy sex with me to want to knot me.
Anyway. GLORIOUS. The first time I used it, I came so hard I thought I saw stars and felt a flush sweep across my body. That was the moment I thought I was becoming a fae. Which, to my disappointment, obviously I did not. Which completely ruined my orgasm.
Nothing like thinking you’re about to find out you can rejoin society to bring you off an orgasm high. That was several years ago. Have I masturbated with a magical dildo since then? Yes. Does part of me think that maybe if I have a powerful enough orgasm, it will jump start the fae magic that’s obviously tucked away and hidden inside of me? Also, yes. Have I tried to recreate the orgasm by edging myself repeatedly to the point I’ve used all the magic in the dildos? Also, yes. Do I know that is batshit crazy? Ding! Ding! Ding! Yes. Fortunately, there aren’t too many people in my circle I can scare away and the only one I care about, Lizzy… well, I can’t scare her away. I’ve tried. But she doesn’t care about my super status, or lack thereof.
Which brings me to tonight.
It’s Halloween. The human holiday where they all dress up in silly costumes and parade around looking for candy. This holiday truly baffles me, but that’s why we don’t really deal too much with mundanes. The ones who know about the fae are usually contracted to houses to render a variety of services. Cleaning, sex, blood donations, and some more that are too dark for me to even think about.
Now you may say to yourself…. Self, why doesn’t she just fuck a human? She looks like a human and has no powers like a human. Both valid points, but no. That is the best way to destroy any remaining possibility I have of being accepted by the fae community.
No. Tonight is this Halloween holiday and a full super blood moon. The latter being the most important, even though others would argue. They would say Halloween is the one night a year that fae can walk around in their true form. Most fae can easily blend in with humans, but others need to be careful because of their non-human features.
There are fae businesses set up all around town, and most have an underground system you can use to travel. There are some who try to target a certain clientele and operate on the fringes of the underground fae system. This means you can only reach them from above ground. Those are the places the underground fae, or under fae, go when they can. A lot of animosity between those two groups.
But again, I care more about the latter. With the super blood moon out tonight, everyone is going to be… more. More aggressive, more horny, more powerful. This is what I care about. I need a good fuck. A fuck to last me until the next full moon. So I plan to go to Allure, a local sex club that has all variety of fae- light, dark and if I get desperate enough, then under fae who don’t choose to go to those other clubs. I’ve never fucked a troll before, but I’ve heard they have enormous, possibly ribbed cocks… so…
My phone rings with an incoming video chat.
Lizzy.
Preparing for the tornado on the other side of the screen, I take two deep breaths, then swipe to answer.
“Hey hooker! What are you doing?” she chirps, full of spunk. She braided her hair with hints of purple and pink weaved throughout that glow against her light brown skin. The green in her hair matches the green in her eyes, making them pop. She’s beautiful, but doesn’t act like it. Model tall, with those legs you’d die to have. Tonight, she's wearing a revealing black v-neck top with various colorful necklaces, one of which is her favorite - the seeing eye. It’s kind of weird, but it’s her thing. She’s also wearing a black witch's hat she got from one of the mundane’s stores. She loves Halloween, especially with the full moons because her coven is tasked with walking around and keeping the peace between fae, which means she can use her magic in the open if needed. It’s typically frowned upon, and you get pulled in front of the fae council if you do anything that could expose us. But tonight is the exception.
“Oh. Nothing much,” I mumble, trying to sound as cool and calm as possible.
“Batttshit! I know you’re lying. You’re going out tonight, aren’t you?” She’s carrying the phone around the room as she continues to get dressed for the night.
“No.”
