The fae makes a series of distinct swallowing sounds accompanied by moans. A literal werewolf bleats as his backupsinger, like he’s trying to be quiet. My pussy weeps and clenches like a hussy by the time the fae finishes swallowing the wolf’s load.
“Good morning, little fawn.” Pearlescent cum shines through a line of impeccably straight teeth. “Glad you’re awake.”
He swallows the mouthful, but some dribbles past his lips, down his chin. I watch as it traces his perfectly sculpted jaw and have to squeeze my fist to refrain from reaching out. Does the wolf’s cum taste as sweet as it smells?
“You’re awake!” cries the wolf, a flash of panic sweeping through the storms in his eyes.
I should move. I should jump out of their reach and bolt toward the mirror. Will it let me back through? I hadn’t even thought to try.
“Why does it feel like I know you guys? Have we. . .” Oh, fuck! Horror prickles all the hair on my body. Surely I wouldn’t forget an encounter with a mustache like that.
“Eager as we are for you to get to know us, we’ve never met before.” Wizard Daddy extracts himself from the wolf’s legs, thoughtfully covering his companion with a sheet before reaching a hand towards me.
“Who are you?” I accept his help from the bed while awkwardly clutching my bare cootchie. The moment my bare feet meet the cool marble floor, he slips a black velvet robe over my shoulders. The draping butterfly sleeves are lined with soft black feathers that slip silkily between my fingers.
“I am Azuran. The sweet-smelling puppy is Flintvulf.”
“Vulf,” chimes the werewolf. I can practically see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at the shiny fae. They don’t seem to fade even a fraction when he drags his puppy-dog gaze to me. “What shall we call you, little doe?”
“Terra.”
“You’re safe with us, Terra.” A low, grumbly sound emits from Vulf, like a masculine purr. It’s nice. So nice.
Safe. They claim I’m safe, but are they safe from me? “Mirror,” I say, fighting to keep fear out of my voice. “Where’s a mirror?”
“You wish to leave already?” Vulf pouts, sitting up and slinging the sheet around his hips.
“Hush now.” Azuran scratches the wolf’s ear on his way to an armoire across the room.
Azuran gathers the heavy ivory curtain that spans the nearest wall. I squeeze my eyes shut to the sound of the curtain opening, then force myself to face the terrifying sight.
“See? Not horns. You are far from demonic, little one.” Without touching them, Azuran traces the air around my antlers with a wistful smile. “You’re much rarer.”
“Antlers,” I breathe.
“Precisely.”
I suppose he’d already told me, but seeing proof is a relief. Sure, it’s still not human, but at least I’m not the damned soul everyone thought me to be.
“Demons aren’t so bad,” Vulf interjects. “But you’re not one of them.”
“They’re real?” My gaze finds his in the mirror. “What are you, anyway? Either of you? Fuck!” Refocusing, I tilt my head this way and that while feeling my tender scalp around the antlers. “What am I?”
“Come.” A gentle hand accompanies Azuran’s smooth voice, and anxiety has me leaning into his touch like some kind of shameless antlered ho.
Azuran leads me out the door, Vulf trailing behind. Two crystal pillars open into an archway and frame the ceiling of a short, tunnel-like hallway. Unlike the bedroom, this floor is covered in soft, airy fabric, though I wouldn’t call it carpet. IfI were to imagine walking on a cloud, it would feel like this hallway. The walls are covered in frost, each flake catching and refracting the light emanating from my ethereal host, drenching us in aurora lights. I clutch the fancy robe tighter around my body.
Azuran pauses, one hand on the faceted crystal knob of an onyx door. He glances at me, then over my shoulder, the hint of a smirk hidden in his smooth complexion.
“You’ll see all angles in here.”
A shiver tickles my spine.
The door opens, revealing a bedroom to put all other bedrooms to shame.
“Two bedrooms?” I exclaim.
“Fourteen,” corrects a low, gravelly voice, so close to my ear it sends yet another shiver down my spine.
