Drostan smiled; it was genuine, warm, and so damn gorgeous that I forgot to breathe. Fuck; this was not good. The last thing I wanted to do was fall for the fairy king.
Chapter Nine
With a nice pair of leather pants and a long tunic covering me, I felt nearly normal again. I walked beside Drostan as he led me in a winding manner through the forest surrounding his castle. He had wrapped my arm around his at first; escorting me like a gentleman in a historical romance. But I got tired of walking that way and disengaged my arm. Drostan frowned at me, but it quickly changed to a smile when I took his hand.
“It's easier to walk like this,” I said.
“Just so,” he agreed and squeezed my hand. “Come along; I want to show you something I've only recently discovered.”
I was soon lost in the maze of similar trees and wild undergrowth, but Drostan knew exactly where he was going. It was his forest, after all; he should know every rock and tree, I suppose. Drostan walked confidently; his shoulders relaxed, and his head lifted—he barely bothered to watch the ground. I, on the other hand, noted my surroundings constantly; keeping a close eye on the ground and all its obstacles. Still, it was I who tripped.
Drostan caught me easily; a smile warming his silvery features. “Be careful, Aja; the forest has many tricks.”
“Aja?” I asked as he straightened me.
Drostan looked surprised; he frowned and looked away. “It's nothing; just a term for a woman.”
“Oh,” I murmured as I watched him carefully.
“Here we are!” Drostan declared as he pushed some low-hanging branches aside.
A glimmering pool spread out at the base of a waterfall. Drostan led me up to it and then around its shore. Black stone soared up before us; it would have blocked out the sunlight if the clearing hadn't been so wide. As it was, it towered over the treetops, and the water that rushed down its polished surface created dazzling rainbows within its mist. I stopped to stare up at them.
“Beautiful,” I whispered.
Drostan looked up at the falls absently and nodded. “Yes; quite. But this is not our destination. Come along.”
Drostan went to the base of the cliff; edging around to a crevice in the rock. With a muttered word, a globe of light burst into life before him and floated into the crevice. Its glow revealed a tunnel, which Drostan helped me into. The globe continued to bob ahead of us, and the tunnel widened until it opened onto a cavern. The globe winked out before we got too close to the entrance, but there was light coming from the cavern—as well as the sound of voices.
The cavern was hundreds of feet wide and high; with smooth walls that glistened in the pale blue light of glowing lichen. In the center of the space was another pool of water; this one would have been calm—without the churning of a waterfall—if not for all the people swimming within it. No; not people—fairies.
They were naked and very beautiful; each one softly glowing—both their hair and skin. Drostan drew me to his side and made a shushing sound to ensure my silence. Then his hand started gently rubbing my back as we watched the fairies.
“They're Asrai; a type of water fairy,” he whispered. “Sunlight turns them into water, so they must hide during the day. I happened upon their sanctuary a few months ago, and I come back sometimes to admire them. Look at their skin; they go transparent when they experience extreme emotion.”
I watched as one couple started to kiss; their bodies going nearly see-through. The Asrai male was pressed against the female's back; his hands roaming her body as he kissed her. He squeezed her breasts and rubbed her thighs; his wide hands becoming nearly glass-like at times. The woman's face was turned up into her lover's kiss, and her hands were behind her; caressing him between his legs. My breathing started to quicken as other Asrai began to pair off and indulge in the same distraction.
Drostan shifted behind me; pressing in against my back as the Asrai man was doing to his woman. I leaned against him with a sigh; my stare shifting back to that first couple as Drostan's hand began to mimic what the Asrai male was doing to his woman. I barely registered my pants falling around my knees or Drostan's cock pressing insistently against my backside. My head was lolling against his chest as he tweaked my nipples and stroked my hot skin with long, languid strokes.
“They say that when an Asrai man comes, he gives a little of himself to his lover,” Drostan purred into my ear. “He adds his water—his essence—to his cum.”
“A true joining,” I whispered back.
“Yes; they bond for life,” he said. “The female will always carry a part of her mate within her; she is never alone.”
“I don't know if I'd like that,” I teased him. “Some alone time can be good.”
Drostan slipped his finger inside me and groaned. “You don't feel as if you want to be alone right now.”
“I don't.”
Drostan crouched to push my pants completely off me. As he stood, he slipped his arms under my legs and lifted me; spreading my thighs. If any of the Asrai looked into the darkened tunnel, they would see my whole world on display for them, but I didn't care. I leaned my head back over Drostan's shoulder and slipped my hand around his neck.
“Slide me inside you, Riley,” Drostan whispered.
I reached down and took hold of him; he was hot and so very hard. I angled the head of his cock into me, and Drostan lowered me all the way onto it. He ground himself up into my pussy as we continued to watch the Asrai make love. The sounds of our union were lost amid the slick sounds of theirs.
“Look at that Asrai sucking her lover's cock,” Drostan murmured into my ear. “There; to the right. See how she stops to lick on his sacks?”
