FINN
As luck would have it, I wasn’t dead.
I made it through the portal alive and have managed to speak to their Queen about my desires. Relief at being able to make my offer rivaled my happiness at dealing with someone other than the male fairy who looks ready to gut me.
He is terribly unpleasant.
Their Queen is so much nicer. To speak to and look at.
If she is shocked by my request, it doesn't show on her beautiful face. Gods, she is beautiful. The most beautiful female—human or fairy—I've ever seen.
Her green skin looks softer than silk. As do the pink curls that match the glowing freckles on her round cheeks. Full lips beg me to taste them. My hands itch to touch her, hells, to feel the bite of her sharp teeth. To trace the delicate wings at her back with my lips.
I strangle the rising desire. I should've fucked someone before coming through the portal. I'm restless from my lack of release.
Even as I think it, I know it’s not entirely true. If I had spent months in debauchery with Merigold and the other beauties of the Silk Pillow, I would be just as overcome by the sight of her.
The beast in my stomach hasn't been able to look away from her.
Queen Arden is all fluid grace and natural loveliness. It beams from her green eyes as if she is lit from within. Those eyes trace over my face. Completely made of shimmering green with no pupils or whites. She is ethereal.
Fear is the last thing I feel the longer I look at her. Her power flows over me in a gentle wave, pulling me deep into her presence.
Fucking the Queen is not an option. I’m certain it would be enjoyable, but unwise. The dark-haired male—Elwood, she calls him—would run me through. I didn't come all this way to be cut down by a disgruntled lover.
My original plan solidifies.
There is surely some task she needs my aid with. One that could easily be done naked if she were to request it. I'll secure my fairy wish and be on my way.
Simple.
"Well?" I prompt. "What do you think? Can you help me?"
While Arden may be considering my proposal, Elwood has his thoughts on the matter. I grunt as he hooks me around the forearm and yanks me forward. I'm surprised my arm is still attached as he snarls down into my face.
"How dare you speak of such things! Where did you hear of this?" His lip curls in disgust. "This is some dark trickery, brought forth by the?—"
"Let him go, Elwood." Her airy voice cuts through the tension like a blade.
With one final snarl, the male releases his hold. I fall forward but catch myself in time. Rising to my full height, I turn towardsthe goddess sitting atop her blooming throne. Sunlight bathes her in radiant light, making her watchful green eyes glimmer.
The longer she stares, the more aware I become of my racing heartbeat. Of the painful state in my trousers. I need to get a grip if I am going to endure being here. She is a beauty but one I can’t indulge in.
My resolve nearly snaps as she rises from the throne. Her dress is a scrap of green silk, thin enough for me to make out the slight curves beneath. The neckline drapes, exposing the inner swells of her small breasts. Green toes curl atop the floorboards, and I wonder what they would feel like between my lips.
Gods help me, I may go mad before claiming my wish.
"How have you come to know of such magic?"
Stopping a few steps away, I'm awash in her floral scent. It is a heady combination of rose water and fresh grass.
The throne room blurs. White stones and wood floors morph together to frame the glowing figure standing before me. Sharp teeth poke from between her pink lips. Color creeps along her chest, and I long to trace her blush with my tongue.
Clearing my throat, I steady my feet.
"I have my ways."
To answer her question completely would require digging into something I'd rather leave buried. I'll reveal my truth to her soon enough, but only as a means to an end. Until then, she doesn't need to know all my secrets.
