Was this the master who ate the light fae for power?
My heart beat faster, pulsing in my throat. I hadn’t thought I would be using my magick on their lord.
“I have come seeking friends,” I answered ambiguously, knowing it wasn’t time to demand what I wanted. He was enthralled, that was certain, but I wasn’t sure he was completely under my syren spell.
“I will be your friend.” His red eyes glittered brighter as he took another step closer, the scent of soil and fungus and some earthy darkness I couldn’t identify upon him.
“I am a princess,” I confessed boldly, noting the excitement in his expression at this news. “I only have friends with great magick and power.”
“I am my father’s first born.” He tilted his pointed chin higher, looking down at me with wariness as well as condescension, as if I were beneath him. “I am a powerful earth fae.”
His father’s first-born? So he was not the sorcerer, but likely the strongest of his father’s grimlocks. He’d have the full potency of his father’s blood running through his veins.
“First born? There are more like you?”
“My brothers are not as superior as I am,” was his cold response.
“Only brothers? No sisters?”
“Females have no use.”
“None at all?” I asked teasingly, letting my voice drip with suggestion.
“Perhaps one.” He stepped closer, sniffing the air. “Your scent is of the sea.”
“I am a skald fae.”
“Far from home.” His mouth slid wide as he grinned, revealing two rows of razor-sharp teeth.
“I am.” My skin crawled. “My name is Jessamine.”
“Jessamine,” he hissed on a sibilant whisper, the wind echoing his voice amongst the branches above us. “I am Selestos.”
“It is a pleasure to meet a powerful dark fae like yourself, Selestos.”
The lies came so easily, falling so prettily from my lips.
“I’ve never heard a name like yours.”
“That is because I am one and only. Selestos was the name of a fallen god. Like my father.”
My heart tripped faster. “Your father is a god?”
That couldn’t be. No god would create an abomination like this creature before me. Rather than answer my question, he eased forward with that devious gleam in his watchful gaze.
“You are deep in dark fae territory, singing a song of your goddess. While intrigued by these lovely markings upon your,” he paused, perusing my exposed arms outside my cloak before dragging his baleful eyes down my lower legs to my ankles, then skimming back to my face and neck, “soft, soft skin, I cannot help but suspect you are intruding here for a purpose. I demand that you tell me, for you are a trespasser, most likely with ill intent in my woods.”
He stepped boldly in front of the tree. It was a move to block me, to protect what he was hiding inside. It was now or never.
“You are unlike any creature I have ever known,” I gushed, pouring my magick into my voice as I unclasped the hook at the throat of my cloak. “You appear so powerful and yet, so different than the other dark fae I’ve met.”
With a swift flick, I dropped my cloak from my body, my glow illuminating the clearing. His red eyes widened, the luminescence from my skin shining on his scaly, green body. His cock hardened as he took hold of it, still staring at me in complete fascination. His member was a brighter green than the rest of his skin, which only turned my stomach. He was not of this world, his body an unnatural abomination.
“You are such a bright treasure, aren’t you?” He crooned, his eyes glazing over. “You’ve come to give yourself to me.” He stated the last words, rather than ask them as a question, all while he began to slowly stroke his hardening cock.
He’d already fallen into the stage where he believed I wanted him. That was part of a syrenskyn’s power. Simply by revealing my body with luminescent markings, the victim falls into a delusion that I want them. It seems Selestos was already there.
The last time I’d used my magick, my father’s target wasn’t so obviously aroused. He’d kept his clothes on. But this creature was…other. He was not born into a world of civilities and proper etiquette. He was a monster made of raw, dark materials. He did not hide his obvious lust. I suppose that was an advantage, since I knew without a doubt that my magick was working.
