Darcy grunts and the windows vibrate with the low frequency sound coming from him as he slams into me and fills me to the brim with his cum. Aftershocks rock me every time his cock jerks inside me. The pleasure stretches on as my dragon wraps himself up in Darcy’s inner volcano monster like this is an orgy and they’re the other participants.
I laugh at that, sending a shot of pleasure through both of us where our bodies connect. “Our inner monsters really like each other.”
Darcy rubs his hands up and down my legs. He doesn’t shy away from touching the end of my leg. Rather, he caressesthe scars there, leans over, and kisses my inner calf. Another shudder of bliss crawls up my body. I’ve never had anyone touch me there.
It’s a shockingly wonderful experience.
“Do it again,” I whisper and watch as his lovely smile presses against the skin on my calf and he kisses me again.
Goosebumps erupt all over me.
Darcy kisses up and down my short leg, touching me like even the imperfect parts are precious. My heart aches as I watch, drowning in emotions I didn’t know I needed in my heart.
Darcy gives my leg time and attention, his cock softens inside me, and my body naturally expels it, ending the magical connection between our monsters. The fire that smoldered under my skin fades—
I blink up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply as I enjoy the scent of satiation after a round of rigorous sex. Darcy is the best lover I’ve ever had, and maybe it’s my own comparative inexperience, but it’s probably because he’s had literally thousands of years to perfect his skills. I barely remember coming, but fuck. Any lover that can fuck my brains out like that is one worth their weight in gold.
“Do you think you’re dense because there’s gold flowing through your veins instead of iron?” I ask as I scoot up the bed to find a pillow.
Darcy climbs up with me and flops down beside me, turning to lay his head on my chest. I wrap an arm around him, running the tips of my fingers up and down his arm. “No. I’ve got iron in my veins like everyone else. I’m dense for other reasons.”
“Like what?” It’s curious that a person can weigh more than they look like they do.
“I’m four-nine, a hundred forty-five centimeters. Imagine fitting a person who’s twelve feet tall into a body this size. I’m a djinn, as I’ve said before. Do you know what a djinn is?”
“Like a genie?” That’s my best guess, but it feels wrong to say it.
Darcy traces my nipple with the tip of his finger. “That is the common English vernacular, yes. Djinn like me are from a realm that exists between the phases of Hell and Fae. It’s called Purgory, and some idiot thought it was a good idea to tell humans that, and they started calling it Purgatory.
“We don’t usually leave Purgory because it’s dangerous. Leaving our home realm can sometimes lead to being trapped. In Hell, the trap is usually a lava pool. The fire dancers of Hell are the result of demons impregnating djinn or vice versa. Our demonic offspring play in the fire of the volcanic spires in Hell with the dragons that you come from. More often than not, dragons and fire dancers intermarry.”
“The chemistry between us is probably because of that.” It makes sense to me; we are off the charts hot together.
“Yes,” he agrees and continues. “A djinn caught in Fae is usually trapped in a fairy circle. That doesn’t often last long, and usually the reason for the entrapment is a temporary boost in power. Sometimes the djinn will linger with an elf and the result can be an elf with a specific affinity for a certain element. Most often it is fire, but occasionally another element will become the main aspect of an elf’s magic. We call them witches. Fire witches, earth witches…”
“Hedge witches,” I offer, because I know that’s what Darcy is too.
“Yes, exactly. You know the problem with this universe?”
This feels like it’s going somewhere sad again. “Tell me.”
“Some living beings can’t interact with this universe. In Purgory, I could interact with everything. In Hell, again, it’s easy to interact. In Fae, the Wilds welcome me. In this universe. I’m nothing. A spirit. Something with incredible power but no ability to activate it or use it. In this realm, a djinn is air, wind, nothingat all. So trapping a djinn in this universe requires incarnating them first.”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, squeezing him in close. He’s about to tell me—
“This body is the trap I’m forced to live in, and there is no escape because it was made from the blood of a fire dancer and a hedge witch. I was born of the three realms that sit outside of this universe so that I could exist in it. So that Lilith could imprison me.” He huffs a morose laugh. “And now the universe itself has imprisoned me again, forcing me to be the Avatar of Neutrality.”
I close my eyes and sit with the pain in his explanation, pressing my lips to the top of his head and breathing in the scent of smoke and fire. “That’s shit luck,” I grumble, pulling him in close and holding him tight.
Whatever else he is, right now he’s a man in need of a no strings attached hug, and I’m just the guy to give that to him.
19
The tables in the room are positioned inconveniently for a dude reliant on crutches to get around. It’s fine for the people with two feet, but for the one with a foot and two crutches, it’s a tripping hazard. So, I push the table between me and the doors out of the way. Fortunately it’s not bolted down, so it moves to the wall without much effort.
Darcy narrows his eyes as I move the table, watching me without offering to help. I point to the poster photograph of him. “You don’t strike me as the type of person to blow up a photo of yourself and hang it on the wall in a frame like that.”
Darcy scoffs. “I’m not. My walls at home have paintings of my favorite landscapes hanging on them.Thatis Romily forcibly adopting me into his strange little family.” His tone sounds disparaging, but there’s that little smile at the corners of his mouth again. He’s totally into being part of that guy’s family.
