He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing until I saw stars. “You are my whore,” he growled, then shoved me back onto the couch and went back to rolling up like nothing happened.
“You saw those visions because your slain leader isn’t at rest. By storming into my ceremony and causing bloodshed, you essentially created the very outcome you saw in your vision.”
“Charmden needs a reminder of their history—a little déjà vu. Besides, how else was I supposed to make you my pussy fairy if your little elf boy had already marked you with his blood? Shit,I was almost too late,” he said, a twisted grin flickering across his lips.
“Did the wizard kill the horned fairy?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Nah, he didn’t kill her. He was set up—framed for her murder. They turned on him. That man built an army to protect Charmden, wiped out every other creature just to keep the forest safe. And you saw how he ended up—Charmden sacrificed him so a new leader could take over, a leader who was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Our legacy was ruined, and we had to build our own world from scratch. But I’m not gonna be like that nigga. I’m not sparing any of your people,” he said.
“Did Clover have any children?” I whispered.
He looked at me, deadly serious. “If you were her direct descendant—daughter, granddaughter, whatever—I’d have killed you already. But you’re not. You’re just another branch on her rotten tree.”
“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, standing up.
“Upstairs,” he replied.
I got up from the couch and walked up the staircase. There was a bathroom in the hallway and three bedrooms. I was curious about what War did outside of being a maniacal serial killer. His home was nicely decorated, with a luxurious feel.
“Do you know how to turn on the faucet or use a toilet?” War asked from the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Yes, I do. My sisters and I frequent this realm a lot. I prefer to shower with forest water and handmade soap.”
“This ain’t a five-star hotel; this is hell for you,” he replied, crossing his arms. His chest flexed subtly, accentuating the muscles in his arms, which looked undeniably tempting. My gaze lingered momentarily on his firm six-pack and the deep V leading to his groin before I quickly turned away, feeling a rush of heat. I was turning into a sex-crazed lunatic.
The black and white towel underneath my feet was freezing cold from the air outside coming through the window. I hated human bathrooms. “Can you please use your magic to fix up this bathroom? I can’t shower like this, but I will if I have to.”
War’s tattoos came alive, spinning at a fast rate as his eyes glowed. Tree roots sprouted through the cracks of the floor, flower bushes emerged while the floor transformed into rich, earthy soil, the type of soil we had in our forest. Waterfalls cascaded down the shower’s wall, turning it into a small pond. Once the magic subsided, I was in a small forest.
“Don’t ask for anything else,” War stated, his voice firm but his eyes softening for a moment.
“Thank you,” I said, genuinely.
He walked over to me with a colorful glass bottle in his hand with a cork.
“What is this?”
“Shower gel, created from earth,” he replied, handing it to me. Our fingers brushed, and he tensed up, his posture rigid. War liked to be the initiator, but just maybe he could be nicer if I proved to him I wasn’t like my ancestor. Before I knew it, I was leading him underneath the waterfall, the water streaming down the lines of his abs.
“You’re walking into a death trap, Eboenia,” he said sternly. The tranquility of his voice, mixed with its deep baritone, made it easy to momentarily forget he was demonic.
“I thought I was already dead, War,” I taunted.
“I tend to kill muthafuckas twice,” he replied.
“Make it three times,” I chuckled, though my heart raced.
Suddenly, War roughly cuffed my chin and pushed me against the wall. “Do you think I’m a joke?” he asked, anger flashing across his eyes like a storm.
In the blink of an eye, War's fingers were at my pussy, and I felt an electric shock mixed with a cooling sensation shoot through me, igniting a fire deep within. A hoarse moan escaped my lips, unbidden, as the unexpected sensation coursed through my body. My nectar trickled down my inner thighs, betraying the turmoil of emotions he stirred within me. I wanted to be his pussy fairy— I needed to feel his massive dick inside of me, making my mound squirt once more.
War backed away into the hallway, leaving me breathless and helplessly yearning.
Asshole!
He left me steaming hot and throbbing once again. “Ouuuuuu! Why do I need it so badly?” I rhetorically asked myself.
As I continued with my shower, I wondered if I would ever see my friends again. His touch was a cruel reminder of my captivity, a blend of torment and longing that left me questioning everything.
