“You didn’t want me to touch you that way?”
“I did!”
“So, what then?”
“I’m afraid!” she wailed.
Oh, sweet little fairy. He stopped spanking and rubbed. “What are you afraid of?”
“Having sex with you,” she said, tears in her voice.
He wanted to punch his own face. He leaned on the bedbeside her so he could see her face, which was buried in the covers. Tugging her hair, he turned her head to face him. She burst into tears.
“I thought you enjoyed the pleasure I gave you this morning.”
“I did.”
“So, why is it scary?”
“Because,” she wept. “I will lose my powers, and then I’ll never be able to change your feet back, and how could you forgive me?”
Oh. Oh, fuck. He’d had no idea. No wonder she was giving him mixed messages about sex.
“Shh. Don’t cry, baby.” He swiped her tears with his thumb. He kissed her forehead, her cheek, her nose. “What do you mean, you’ll lose your powers?”
She sniffed. “Fairies lose their powers when they have sex.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Who told you that?”
“My dad.”
“But your dad is not a fairy, right?”
She pushed herself up on her forearms with an air of frustration. “Yeah, but he was married to one!”
“So your mom never had any powers that you remember?”
She looked confused. “Well…”
“Is there anything in her journal about fairies losing their powers after having sex?”
“No…”
“How old were you when your dad told you this?”
She frowned. “About fourteen, I guess.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he said.
“What?”
“Faye… if I had a daughter who looked like you at age fourteen, I might make up a story to keep her from having sex too early, too.”
Faye looked outraged. “You think it’s not true?”
He shrugged. “Again, I have to point out the fairy ruler is Pan, God of Debauchery.”
He brought his hand to her ass, stroking it over her tantalizing curves. He allowed his fingers to brush over her wet pussy. “When I came in, I smelled your arousal, Faye,” he said in a low, seductive tone.
